The Yellow Millet Dream is Short Thirteen

On New Year's Eve, Huang's father had to go on duty, so they had to have their reunion dinner a day early! On New Year's Eve, the food was noticeably less delicious than the day before. She watched the Spring Festival Gala in the living room with her mother and brother. After a while, they each went back to their rooms, leaving only the lonely TV in the living room, still playing different programs.

Huang Yaya was lying on the bed, looking at the messages on her mobile phone. Liu Fangyu kept contacting her, which made her feel very annoyed.

Ning Yuanyuan sent her a voice call, and she immediately answered it. The other party's tone was a little choked, and Huang Yaya asked with concern: "Yuanyuan, what's wrong?"

"I had a fight with my dad, and he wanted to throw all my mom's things out. I didn't know what to do, so I threw his phone! He got so angry that he beat me and told me not to go to school."

Huang Yaya was completely bewildered. She only knew that Ning Yuanyuan didn't seem to like interacting with boys. But she had no idea what her family situation was like! She could only follow up with the other party and ask, "Why did you throw away your mother's things?"

"Because he had someone else outside, my mother didn't want to divorce, so she wanted to throw all my mother's things out and let someone else move in."

"Your dad is such a piece of shit!" Huang Yaya cursed, saying that he was so confident in having a mistress.

"Yes, he is a piece of shit. Every time he drinks, he likes to go crazy and beat my mom! I tried to persuade my mom to divorce, but she didn't want to."

"Why not?" Huang Yaya asked.

"She said that when I get married, my husband will know that I come from a divorced family and will bully me." Ning Yuanyuan's sobs were getting louder and louder.

"This..." Huang Yaya didn't know how to comfort her. The conflict between parents was like two cups of poison in front of the child. Choosing either cup would hurt the child.

"Yaya, I'm just so upset. I want to find someone to talk to."

"I know, just cry if you want to."

The call lasted nearly an hour before the other party hung up. It was also the first time she understood the depth of Ning Yuanyuan's inner pain: a wealthy but philandering, alcoholic father, and a weak, unwilling mother who refused to divorce. She had been the glue that held this broken family together since she was seven or eight. She also began to understand why Ning Yuanyuan disliked boys; it was entirely due to the profound trauma her father had left on her.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, she received another fireworks video sent by Liu Fangyu.

Liu: You probably can't set off fireworks there! Let me show you our fireworks.

Huang: Can you put it here?

Liu: Yes, I celebrated the New Year at my grandma’s house in the village. Every family in the village was setting off fireworks.

Huang Yaya stopped replying to messages because, through her chats with Liu Fangyu during this period, she came to a conclusion: as long as she replied to Liu Fangyu's messages, the other party would have a lot of words waiting for her, and if she did not answer, the frequency of the other party's "harassment" would slow down.

Seeing that the time on her mobile phone had reached midnight, Huang Yaya immediately got into bed as she was very sleepy today, as the task of staying up all night to celebrate the New Year had been completed.

The night was as dark as water. She woke up and found herself lying on a cold black stone slab. She stood up and looked forward. She saw a man sitting on the ground, leaning against the door frame, drinking. Huang Yaya was not sure if this person was him, so she walked towards him lightly.

Song Zhexi was looking at the fireworks in the distance, holding a jar of wine in his hand. There were several unopened jars of wine around him, and empty jars of wine were scattered at his feet.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

"You're here." Song Zhexi raised his head and looked at Huang Yaya, with a bitter smile on his face.

"Yeah, Happy New Year."

Huang Yaya sat next to him and leaned on his shoulder. At this moment, she seemed to understand why Xu Meng liked the paper man.

Song Zhexi put down the wine in his hand, put his arm around Huang Yaya's shoulders, and said sadly: "My father is holding a banquet in the palace today. All the princes can go, except me!"

"Why?"

"My mother is from Yuewan, and she died when I was born. People in the palace said that I was unlucky and would bring bad luck to my mother and my father in the future. Some palace maids even said behind my back that I was a bastard. The emperor also hated me very much." When he said the last few words, Song Zhexi's face showed a bit more sarcasm.

"Yexue, do you know why I'm already eighteen and still haven't gotten married?"

"I don't know." Huang Yaya thought to herself, it must be because she doesn't like married people, that's why her instincts didn't arrange a wife for him.

"Because everyone hates me. They hate that Yue Wan's blood is on me. Even I feel disgusted."

Huang Yaya felt uncomfortable listening to Song Zhexi's words. She turned her head and saw a line of tears flowing down his cheek.

Are tears really bitter? Huang Yaya gently kissed the area around his eyes! A tear ran into her mouth. The tear was so salty, but she also tasted the bitterness in it.

"No matter whether others like you or not, I like you." Huang Yaya turned around, held his face, looked into his eyes and said.

She knew all too well the feeling of being disliked by her parents. They had left her with her grandmother since she was little. Only after her grandmother passed away did her parents bring her to the city. Later, when her parents had a younger brother, they warmed up to her, but the feeling of being abandoned was etched into her soul.

"Why do you like me?"

At this moment, Song Zhexi was like a wounded kitten, his eyes looked so broken, Huang Yaya's heart was about to melt. She stared into his eyes very seriously and said, "Because of desire!"

"Desire?" Song Zhexi asked.

"Yes, you are so beautiful, I can't help myself when I see you." These are Huang Yaya's true words.

"Is that all?" Song Zhexi said with a disappointed tone.

"Love comes from nowhere, but it's so deep."

After hearing this, Song Zhexi's expression improved.

"Actually, I don't call you..." Before Huang Yaya could say anything, Song Zhexi kissed her.

Seeing this, Huang Yaya was no longer polite. She didn't want to take advantage of him, but since he took the initiative, she didn't care what happened next.

The smell of alcohol from Song Zhexi's mouth reached her mouth along with his kiss. Was the wine too intoxicating? Huang Yaya felt Song Zhexi's whole body was burning, and she also felt like she was getting drunk.

The wine jars on the ground were rolling everywhere. She accidentally knocked over a jar with her hand, and the wine continued to spread along the ground.

Huang Yaya lay on top of him, responding to his kiss passionately while pulling at his belt. She longed to undress, but she wasn't very good at it, so she could only sigh that the belt was really tight.

Song Zhexi gently held Huang Yaya's head with his hands, turned over suddenly, and pressed her restless hands under his body. The flowing wine soaked Huang Yaya's clothes, which was so cold!

"Okay next time?" Song Zhexi left her lips, looked into her eyes, and begged!

Seeing such a pitiful big cat, she could only nod. Song Zhexi took her hand and placed it on the side of his chest. Huang Yaya felt it, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"Can you feel my heartbeat? Every time my heart beats, it means I miss you."

Was this a love story? Huang Yaya was completely captivated by the other person. Regardless of whether she was dreaming or not, she was certain that this person could arouse all her physiological reactions. This must be a woman's love for a man.

She put her arms around his neck, hugged his neck and started to bite it. She then thought about whether she had bitten him when she first met him, so this time she bit him on the other side.

Looking at the gum she had left on the other person's neck, Huang Yaya felt satisfied. Only then did she remember to ask the other person: "Does it hurt?"

Song Zhexi just shook his head and said lovingly, "It doesn't hurt, but you've bitten me twice, let me bite you once too."

She nodded, and the other party lifted her hair and gently bit her shoulder. Huang Yaya didn't feel any pain at all, and even felt a little itchy, which itched her heart.

Good dreams will eventually end. She leaned in Song Zhexi's arms, feeling dizzy and heavy.

Huang Yaya glanced at her phone and it was ten o'clock in the morning!