MTL - Endless Fall-Chapter 190 I can't take you home

   Chapter 190 I Can't Take You Home

   The expected sunny day did not appear.

  Dark clouds covered, and pea-sized raindrops fell down.

   The road from the Mingxin door to the downstairs of the unit is wet, and every step forward, the black boots will be splashed with brown dirt.

  The lawn washed by the rain is fragrant, and the fragrance is wrapped in the wind and swept to Pei Yilan under the umbrella.

The    was clearly depressing weather, but the smile on the corner of her mouth remained undiminished, even exuding joy from the inside out.

   She stood downstairs in Unit 8, collected her umbrella, and dragged the suitcase full of raindrops upstairs.

   "Ding Dong—"

   The doorbell rings every two seconds.

   Jiang Ye, who was squeezing toothpaste on his toothbrush, stopped, and walked to the entrance in the pajamas that he had not changed.

   An unexpected familiar face came into view.

   He frowned and looked at her up and down, no surprise but worry: "It's raining so hard outside, why didn't you wait for me to pick it up?"

   "I'm anxious to see you."

   "Come in first." He put the slippers at her feet and turned to get the towel: "My shoulders are wet and still smiling."

   Pei Yilan smiled even sweeter.

   "Don't be angry." She stood on tiptoe and kissed his profile: "I'm not cold, there are many people outside without umbrellas."

   "This compares?"

   "You can rest assured if you have a comparison."

   "That's wrong." Jiang Ye led her to the living room.

   He gently wiped her hair and shoulders for her, and there was no sign of anger: "Did you drink so much last night, did you have a headache?"

   "It doesn't hurt." Pei Yilan raised her head and was gradually wrapped in the warmth of his body: "Did you just get up?"

   "Hmm." Jiang Ye dried her hair, then carried the suitcase to the bedroom: "I'll help you pack, you watch TV first."

   "Okay." Her upward final voice showed her joy, and it also made the corners of his mouth twitch.

   He squatted down to unzip the suitcase, took out a few coats, and then sorted out socks, bags, and underwear.

   She brought five sets of underwear this time, two of which were purely sexual, and the remaining three were more sexy.

   He pulled up the thin band, and when he saw the lace and hollow lace on it, the tips of his ears were a little hot.

It was the first time he touched something as private as   , and even if he restrained himself, the image of her wearing it would still appear in his mind.

   "Jiang Ye." Pei Yilan came over at some unknown time, and asked solemnly, "Which one do you think looks good?"

  Jiang Ye's heartbeat slowed for half a beat, and he felt like he was caught doing something bad. The tip of his ear, which was hidden under the broken hair, was red to the point of dripping blood.

   He pretended to be calm: "It's almost the same."

   "Do I have to choose one?"

   "white." At least it looks normal.

   "You actually like white?" Pei Yilan unfolded the clothes folded by him, so that he could see the full lace hollow design.

  Jiang Ye: "..." He looked away as if he had been scalded: "I didn't pay attention."

   "Then do you still choose white?"

   "Dark blue."

   "Are you sure about Dark Blue?" Pei Yilan held back her laughter and wanted to show him the characteristics of Dark Blue.

   The second she stretched out her hand, Jiang Ye quickly stuffed all the small clothes into the closet.

   He corrected his random thoughts, stopped thinking about the messy pictures, and changed the subject: "You have too few clothes."

   "The rest of Sister Luo will be sent here." Pei Yilan was in a hurry today and didn't have time to organize too much.

   "What did your parents say?"

   "Nothing to say." She sat beside the bed: "My mother also prepared gifts for us."

   Jiang Ye found the 'gift' from the bottom of the box.

   He opened the square black cardboard box, only glanced at it, and closed it with a snap.

   "Yi Lan." He clenched the square box tightly, his heartbeat beating in his ears like a drum: "Are you sure this is a gift from Auntie?"

   "Sure." Pei Yilan pretended not to have seen it before and asked curiously, "What makes you so excited?"

  In the entertainment industry, Jiang Ye, who has cultivated a good eloquence, couldn't answer for the first time.

   "No." He took the hot potato into the other bedroom and found a place to hide first.

   He leaned in front of the wardrobe and pondered for a long time, and the moment his fast-paced heart locked the drawer, he finally calmed down.

   "Jiang Ye, where's the gift?" Pei Yilan laughed enough where he couldn't see, and when he came back, he cast innocent eyes again.

   "Put it away." Jiang Ye continued to organize the rest of the clothes, and said without changing his face, "That was given to me by my aunt."

   "Can't I watch?"

   "Not for now, I'll show you later."

   "Okay." Pei Yilan knew that it was impossible to show it because of his character, so he didn't force it.

  Empty suitcases are put into storage.

   Carrying a cosmetic bag, Jiang Ye walked into the bathroom, put those bottles on the sink, and then picked up his toothbrush to wash.

   The rain outside the window has not stopped.

  The water vapor condensed by the raindrops forms a faint layer of fog, blocking everything outside the window.

   There was a sound of running water in the kitchen. After washing the dishes, Jiang Ye wiped his fingertips and walked towards the living room.

   He leaned on the sofa and embraced Pei Yilan's waist, watching comedy romance movies with her, and spending a beautiful and peaceful weekend together.

   "Yilan." When the night fell, Jiang Ye mentioned visiting his parents: "Ask your uncle and auntie how long they have time."

   Pei Yilan sent a WeChat message in the family group and quickly got a reply: "Next Saturday."

   "What do they like?"

   "Grandpa likes to play chess, my mother likes beauty treatments and shopping for clothes, and my dad likes to smoke."

   Jiang Ye kept in mind: "Besides smoking, does uncle like anything else?" He could never buy two cigarettes to visit.

   "Like my mother." Pei Yilan really can't remember his other preferences: "You can buy whatever you want, just don't be too expensive."

   "Well." He rubbed his phone, thinking of going to the married Wu Rui tomorrow to ask, "Where's my uncle?"

   "Don't care about him, he will take Jiaojiao out to play." Pei Yilan tore open the bag of potato chips, curled up in his arms and ate slowly.

  Jiang Ye put his chin on the top of her hair, listening to the sound of clack clack, inexplicably relieved.

   He narrowed his eyes: "Why didn't you ask my parents?"

   Pei Yilan paused: "Forget it." She didn't turn her head to look at him: "We live our days, you can leave it if you don't want to."

   Jiang Ye knew what she was thinking.

   He tightened his grip on her, and told the past in a calm tone: "My mother ran away with others when I was seven years old."

   "In the third year after she left, my dad was also sentenced to eight years in prison for intentional injury."

   "In order to escape from my dad's control, I came to Lincheng after graduating from high school, and I haven't contacted him all these years."

   "So, I can't take you home."

   Pei Yilan can't imagine what kind of experience and what kind of pain he has hidden behind his understated words.

   She grabbed a handful of potato chips and put them in her mouth, blocking the cry that was about to overflow from her throat, trying her best not to let the tears come out of her eyes.

   "Yilan." Jiang Ye's eyes were still on the TV cabinet, and he didn't realize what was wrong for a moment: "Would you mind?"

   (end of this chapter)