Chapter 30:

Passing through a zigzag corridor, through a few small red lacquered doors, they entered a dark secret room. Immediately afterwards, Helan Jingting pressed the mechanism and slowly moved away the stone on top of his head. Pippi's eyes suddenly lit up, and they reached the bottom of the well again.
There is no moon in the starry sky above, but moonlight is refracted through the smooth, mirror-like stone walls.
At the same time as the moonlight infiltrated, there was a few early morning chills.
Pipi was wearing a Helan Jingting nightgown, pure white color, full of pendant silk, very thin and very spacious. I wore it on my body as if it was not clothes but a breeze. The body that had just been out of the bath was still a bit moist. Through the smooth silk robe, a faint white vapor was exposed in the moonlight, and in a blink of an eye, it was condensed by the morning mist. Pipi's skin couldn't help but shudder.
Helan Jingting's silk robe is pure black. He raised the back of the recliner, held Pippi, and let her sit down with her back to him. Then they clasped their hands tightly, palms and fingers interlocking. Pippi leaned comfortably in Helan Jingting's arms.
His breathing is very light, and his chest and palms are very warm.
"It's a bit cold." Pippi looked at the sky. It was still dark, and there was only a shallow wind and whistling grass insects outside the well.
"It will heat up soon," he said softly in her ear.
Sure enough, she quickly felt a rush of heat coming from his palm, and within a short while, a line of fine sweat came out on her forehead.
"Have you started?" she said.
"Yes."
"I felt cold just now, but now it's warm again."
"This is a normal reaction."
"What else will happen?"
"..." He hesitated, "You will lose a lot of hair." His voice was low, full of guilt, and seemed to be his sin.
"It's okay," Pippi comforted him gently, "Didn't it mean they will grow back?"
"It will grow back," he reiterated, "I will do my best to make them grow back."
It sounds like a difficult process.
After sweating too much, Pippi's throat became a little dry, and she swallowed several times. I sat motionless for 30 minutes, sitting upright so that Pipi's back hurts and his legs are numb, almost becoming a mummy. She couldn't help but asked, "How long should I sit like this?"
"Sit till dawn, the last ray of moonlight disappears."
In fact, it is not too far from dawn. But you have to wait at least two hours. Pippi turned his head and glanced at Helan Jingting. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, motionless like an old monk in a calm state.
The mountain mist kept coming in, and after another half an hour, Pippi's upper body was already wet with sweat and mist. The thin silk robe sticks to the body, very uncomfortable. At that time, the sky was twilight, the moon shadow outside the well was thin, the clouds were surging, and the sound of birds nearby, the sound of cars in the distance, and even the roar of the cement machine at the construction site below the mountain were heard one after another.
The city is gradually waking up, but the bottom of the well is still so dark that I cannot see my toes. Usually at such times, Helan Jingting would talk a little with her, or at least let her listen to the FM1097, "Pandora's Psychological Talk". Sitting down and silent for such a long time was simply torture for her. She moved her body and asked:
"Ah, can I listen to music? Don't you have a shortwave radio?"
"No."
"I'm thirsty and want to drink soda."
"Endure."
She looked around, and after a while, she said, "Is there a cable here? Can I watch TV? There are so many organs at the bottom of the well. There must be a plug? Helan Jingting, you can bring a TV in for me."
"There is no TV where I live," he said impatiently. "Can you say a few words? It's really annoying."
"I have MP3 in my bag." Pippi said, "please get it, I want to listen to it."
He remained motionless and continued to practice, ignoring her request.
"Helan, I want to listen to MP3."
"..."
"MP3."
"..."
"MP3."
"..."
"M-P-3"
"..."
"Mmmm...Pppp...3333333!!!"
The people behind suddenly let go of their hands and jumped out of the well in their robe. In less than two minutes, something was thrown down from above with a "pounding" sound, just to Pippi's leg. Pippi yelled with anger: "Hey! What are you throwing? Falling into the hole!"
Looking down, it was her MP3. When Pippi's colleagues used SONY and IPOD, Pippi bought himself this rubber-sized MP3. The pink shell is cheap, very fancy, with a shiny color screen and a lot of functions. It only took less than three months for the buttons to start to fail, and I had to use force like squeezing pimples to adjust the volume.
Immediately afterwards, a dark shadow fell gently, and He Lan Jingting sternly picked up the MP3, untied the earphones, and stuffed it into her ears.
I don't know that Pippi feels something is wrong when it hears it, and the position of the accent is wrong: "This earphone has left and right points, you are just the opposite."
"You will just do it."
"I can't do it, the sound quality is completely wrong, and I feel dizzy."
The people in front of them stood in darkness, with a dark cloud on their face, just about to break out. Seeing Pippi's eyes widened and ready to fight, he suddenly whispered, bent over, and changed the left and right earphones: What are the requirements? Miss?"
"If you want to drink soda, if there is no soda, ice water will be fine..." She was sweating and was terribly thirsty.
"I want to take it for you, but—" He pointed to the sky, "My eyesight is declining, and drinking water will affect my healing power."
I don’t know if it was a hyperstimulant injection, or lack of patience in a serious illness, Pippi shouted without paying for it: "You lie to me! You make excuses! I want to drink water!"
He ignored her and sat back in his original posture, clasping his fingers with her, and his voice contained obvious restraint: "Pippi, do you want your hair?"
"I want to drink water," she said stubbornly, "and I don't feel comfortable sitting."
"Why are you uncomfortable sitting?" he said coldly, "what is uncomfortable?"
[The following 94 words of harmony]
"No." He interrupted her without hesitation, and refused to refuse.
Then, he released his hand suddenly, slipped his fingers along her spine all the way to behind the ear, and gently pressed an acupuncture point under the base of her ear: "You are too noisy, let's sleep for a while."
Pippi was about to argue with reason, opened his mouth, and suddenly couldn't speak, lowered his head, and fell asleep in Helan Jingting's arms.
It was a very light sleep, and Pippi dreamed of his mother.
Pippi peep from her diary and severely beating of the day, Pippi mother's feelings of love and hate. Although her mother always said that she ate breast milk when she was a child until she was three and a half years old, she screamed if she didn't give it, making her neighbors reluctant to rest; she also said that she was naughty since she was a child, refused to sleep at night, and refused to wake up in the morning. I woke up once an hour, crying and making trouble, and the two adults took turns to vomit blood. It was about the hardships of early childhood that ran out of mother's patience. By the elementary school, in Pippi's mind, her mother had become a demon. She kept quarreling with her grandmother and father and vowed to leave the house, but she had never left the city the farthest.
In her own unit, Pippi’s mother is notoriously playful, picky, and hard to serve, which is what the saying goes,
raising a child from a poor family
. She doesn't make much money, but spends it lavishly, so that her father dare not give her his salary, otherwise she can spend less than half a month. It often happens that the whole family fudges because she bought a bottle of expensive cosmetics or a beautiful suit. Pippi still remembers one time when his mother received a salary, but a colleague's promotion was not enough, she bought a bottle of "spirulina" at an extremely expensive price. As a result, that month, the Pipi family ate stewed tofu with cabbage for a whole month. Grandma was so angry that she scolded her prodigal every day. She also held Pippi's ear and said, you can't make money like your mother in the future, unless you have the ability to find a rich husband. I also said that your mother is too frugal. In the future, if you marry someone, you will not be able to afford half of the dowry in the family. After passing the door, it will also be stinged.
Frightened by her grandma's words, Pippi's personality quickly developed to the opposite of her mother, becoming extra frugal. Everything remembers to save money, and the desire to buy is almost zero. You will not go to the mall to buy clothes until the clearance and bloodletting. She doesn't even know what is not discounted, because she has never bought anything that is not discounted. Since her parents were unreliable, she was frugal when she started working. Buy treasury bonds, buy funds, deposit for a fixed period, save money for yourself to marry. So whether it was Xin Xiaoju or Zhang Peipei, they came to her when they had no money for a while, knowing that she must have them, and there are many.
Pippi never imagined that he was so similar to his mother in two things: sharp teeth and eccentric. When I was with Jialin before, Jialin had always let her, not wanting to let her beat and grinding. Although He Jialin can't talk about ears and temples, I don't know how much he has done. The left and right are just a big deal for children and girls. Jialin doesn't mind. He always laughs. It's a good man who doesn't fight with a woman. Well. Thinking of this, Pippi's heart suddenly sank. Maybe it's because Jialin doesn't like herself? Maybe in the eyes of others, she is not a likable woman. Maybe Jia Lin had quietly hated her, but couldn't find a reason to break up. Apart from other things, Tian Xin is better than her in every aspect when it comes to treating others with modesty, speaking appropriately, family education, and even academic prospects. Pippi had to admit that Tian Xin was more worthy of Jialin than himself.
Then, the scene of that snowy night appeared again. Pippi saw herself rushing into the crowd with a fist like a shrew, and scuffled with Tian Xin on the ground. His face was defiant and gentle, and he didn't know what Jia Lin felt when he saw it.
Will he marry such a woman as his wife? Maybe he is glad he did not marry Pippi!
At that moment, Jia Lin was more annoyed with Pippi than ever before. After changing her past gentleness, she almost threw her into a taxi.
Why lie to yourself! Of course Jia Lin doesn't want her!
When she dreamed of this, she suddenly woke up and found herself in a cold sweat and a lot of wet pillows.
Pippi felt he was a shame more deeply than ever.
Out-and-out bad guys.
The clock across the bed pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon. She slept alone in Helan Jingting's big bed.
The room was quiet. There are only slow bells and the sound of birds at dusk.
Pippi moved her hand, and was pleasantly surprised to find that her arms had strength, put on her pajamas and sat up, she supported the small table next to the bed and went to the ground.
The legs are still a little weak, but they can already walk. She went to the bathroom, took a look in the mirror, and almost fell in fright.
Her long hair, hanging shoulders, had fallen out overnight, and the top of her head was brighter than that of the aunt. She touched the top of her head with her hand, her scalp was a little itchy, but she couldn't feel a single stubble. The hair seemed to have been melted by some kind of potion.
Fortunately, Helan Jingting said that the hair loss is only temporary, otherwise she will be crazy.
Pippi quickly washed her face, brushed her teeth again, and then slowly walked around the house, looking for Helan Jingting's figure everywhere.
There is a glass door on the south side of the living room, half hidden by a floor-to-ceiling curtain.
Pushing the door open, she was stunned.
What a big garden, bigger than a football field. Surrounded by lawns, there are neatly arranged flower borders. It is absolutely true to describe it as "infinitely purple". Because there must be more than ten thousand flowers planted in it: peony, peony, wood incense, rhododendron, tea-flower, nocturnal, scrotum, mallow, mountain dan, jasmine, lingxiao, impatiens, cockscomb, rose... With confused eyes, Pippi felt tired. There was a swing-like hanging chair on the porch, and she sat down.
Helan Jingting knelt on a flower border not far away, shoveling soil for a bright red rose. The shovel was at hand, but he abandoned it and didn't wear gloves. He inserted his white fingers into the soil, picked up the solid clods, crushed them one by one, and cultivated them carefully. Slender fingers stroked a flower stem, touched the tip of the leaf, tried the length, and cut it gently with scissors to repair the excess flower branches. He was very focused, with a touch of intimacy in his concentration, and his fingertips lingered on the petals, like a double-flying butterfly. With a tap, the flowers trembled as if they had been urged, and gave out a moaning fragrance. He was busy pressing it with his fingertips, but unexpectedly touched more flowers. It made a few petals tottering in the breeze. He simply took it off, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully. Squeeze the soil under the flower stem with both hands simultaneously. At this moment, one of the tallest and most beautiful roses suddenly bloomed, and a few drops of dew slipped quietly into his fingers. He suddenly turned his head and realized that Pippi had been standing behind him at some point.
"Hi," she said.
"Wake up so early?" He stood up, his hands covered with dark mud, "You need to lie in bed and rest more."
The shaking flower branches made her dizzy. Her body shook for a while, and Helan Jingting supported her in time.
"I feel better." She calmed down and licked her lips at the same time. "Did you grow these flowers?"
He nodded: "When I am really too busy, a flower farmer will come and help me."
She leaned in his arms, panted slightly, worried about her desire, and tried every means to cover up: "Did you really plant flowers just now?"
"What do you think I am doing?" His smile was mysterious.
"Well... you are very careful." She had to say.
"If you were that rose," he said softly, "would you like me to be so careful?"
She was stunned, her face flushed to the base of her ears, and she was too scared to look at his hand.
He teasedly wiped the dirt on the tip of her nose: "Smell the smell of the dirt."
"You are a fox, of course you like dirt."
"You should also like soil. Soil is our common life." He murmured.
She closed her eyes and let him smear her face with mud. His hand rubbed her skin, and there was sand in his palm. The fingers drove down from her back, reached the waist and folded back along the lower abdomen, gently stroking her neck. She snorted uncontrollably and raised her face by his hand.
"Hi, what are you doing..."
Suddenly he lowered his head and kissed her hard. It was the kind of kiss that was gobbled up and covered in every aspect. It didn't allow breathing or struggle. She only felt that her whole body was enveloped in the fragrance of fragrant flowers, even his lips and teeth were full of the smell of roses. But she herself was a little suffocated, and her cheek was so painful that she couldn't help but stand on tiptoe.
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