memorable
Five years ago, they also laughed and played on the beach.
The difference is that the place has changed, but the people have not.
Perhaps people have changed.
As evening fell, the sun gradually set in the west, turning the sky a deep orange-red. The afterglow spilled onto the sea, making it shimmer and seem as if the entire ocean was ablaze.
The waves tirelessly surged onto the beach, the sand grains shimmering with tiny lights under the setting sun.
On the private beach, only two figures walked one after the other.
Their shadows were stretched very long by the setting sun, like two parallel lines that could never intersect.
Qiao Yu looked at Ling Chuanye walking not far ahead, the sea breeze ruffling his clothes.
He had his hands in his pockets, exuding a roguish yet nonchalant air. He walked unhurriedly, each step seeming as if he were treading on the thorns of time.
How has he been doing these past five years?
It seemed wonderful, dazzling and radiant, but in her eyes, it didn't seem so good; his silhouette was lonely and forlorn.
Can five years really completely change a person?
Qiao Yu followed his steps, carrying her high heels in her hand, her bare feet stepping on the soft sand, which was warm, as if she could feel the warmth of the sun's afterglow.
He was once her light.
When she came to Haicheng Experimental School alone, he gave her a seat; when she was misunderstood, he was the only one who believed her.
When she was bullied, he stood in front of her to protect her.
He was that sunny and cheerful boy, but now...
After walking for a long time, Ling Chuan finally stopped, facing the sea and the setting sun.
A sea breeze swept by, and the stray hairs at her temples were blown about by the sea, giving her a more untamed look.
It also brings the unique salty and humid smell of the sea.
"What happened? Why are you...?"
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was impactful, standing out starkly amidst the roaring waves.
Qiao Yu stopped a short distance away from him, turning her head to look at his slightly furrowed forehead.
He asked her what had happened.
Why enter the entertainment industry?
Or why would you use him to spread rumors?
......
He should know best what the entertainment industry is like.
Qiao Yu raised the corners of her lips slightly and raised her hand to brush the stray hairs from her forehead and tuck them behind her ear.
He calmly asked, "What should I call you? Lu Yu or Ling Chuanye?"
As soon as he finished speaking, only the sound of waves remained between the two of them.
After a long while, Ling Chuan also curled a mocking smile at the corner of his lips, and finally, he naturally let out a "heh": "Lu Yu?"
It was as if he were talking about the name of someone who had nothing to do with him, but this name had been with him for nineteen years.
He paused for a moment before slowly adding, "It hasn't been like that for a long time."
Qiao Yu pursed her lips tightly; his reaction was unexpected.
"Ling Chuanye, how are you doing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked over.
A casual smile curved his lips, and his narrow, almond-shaped eyes tilted slightly upwards.
"There's no good or bad, that's just life."
"Is this the life you envisioned?"
......
A gentle sea breeze caressed us, and our gazes met in a cold, indifferent exchange.
The two were only a meter apart, but in Qiao Yu's heart, it felt like they were separated by a distant memory.
Five years ago, they exchanged a similar silent gaze.
As evening approached, a dark cloud drifted in, obscuring the twilight. The two stood barefoot on the beach, the waves lapping against their backs.
In the quiet gaze, there was light and warmth in his eyes, and when he smiled, there were shallow dimples on his cheeks, as bright as the sun.
At that moment, she was shy, and a large blush rose behind her ears, which he did not see.
The waves grew larger and larger as the two ran back, their innocent, youthful laughter filling the entire beach.
Five years later, this scene felt completely unfamiliar.
Ling Chuan gave another cold, indifferent smile: "Yes, I'm used to it."
Habit?
Those are two terrifying words.
Qiao Yu turned to face Ling Chuanye, her eyes gentle, but her voice trembled slightly: "Habit? Are you used to being the person your fans expect you to be? Is that really you?"
The sea breeze whistled between the two of them, and Ling Chuan frowned deeply this time without any attempt to hide it.
“Ling Chuanye, you shouldn’t be like this.”
"Qiao Yu, you shouldn't have gone down this path either."
...
The waves seemed tired, gently surging onto the beach, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility, creating only very shallow ripples, quietly caressing the sand without a trace of noise.
The cool seawater gently lapped against Qiao Yu's bare feet, and the fine sand caressed the soles of her feet. She felt icy cold all over, and her feet trembled slightly.
His persistent gaze remained fixed on Ling Chuanye before him, as if he wanted to bring back the person who had gone far away.
Ling Chuan also looked at her with a complicated expression.
After a long while, Ling Chuan pressed his cheek against his hand and calmly uttered two words.
"Let's go back."
The tense atmosphere was shattered by his two casual words.
Qiao Yu forced back her burning eyes, pursed her lips, turned her head, and gazed into the distance following the waves.
After a long silence, she turned around without hesitation and walked back the way she came.
The footprints on the beach have long been smoothed over by the waves, as if erasing a forgotten story.
Qiao Yu walked ahead, knowing that Ling Chuanye was not far behind her, his tall, slanted shadow beside her. He was still walking with his hands in his pockets, just like when he came.
She was going back to China, and even though she knew Ling Chuan was also about to return, they were practically strangers now.
Qiao Yu lowered her eyes and watched the two shadows getting closer and closer in the setting sun, her heart pounding faster and faster.
Just as they were about to meet.
She suddenly stopped in her tracks.
The shadow also stopped at the same time.
Let her be willful this once.
Two seconds later, Qiao Yu turned and ran towards Ling Chuanye.
She rushed straight into his arms, buried her head in his chest, and hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to use this embrace to completely intertwine their fates once again.
A faint, cool woody scent enveloped her, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
Sensing that Ling Chuan was also standing stiffly, she tightened her grip on his arm.
She finally did what she wanted to do, something she should have had five years ago.
Lu Yu, is it really time for us to say goodbye?
She walked towards him with a heart full of courage, but he seemed to no longer be the same person.
Ling Chuan was clearly taken aback by Qiao Yu's sudden action, and it took him a while to slowly take his hands out of his pockets.
However, those hands remained frozen in the air for a long time, at a loss.
......
The next day.
Ling Chuan and Qiao Yu are trending on social media again.
#Lingchuan and Qiaoyu's beach date# (explosive)
The first picture shows the two walking one after the other as they leave. Qiao Yu's face is turned to the side, looking somewhat shy, while Ling Chuan looks at the person in front of him with a complicated expression.
The second picture shows Qiao Yu's car leaving, and Ling Chuan gazing at the departing car for a long time.
[A stunningly realistic "Waiting-for-Wife Rock" has appeared on the beach...]
[Ah, this can't be real! Come out and say something!]
[Qiao Yu, you bitch, you're seducing A Ye.]
[You stinky woman, stay away from my house, Ah Ye.]
Get lost...
Public opinion quickly escalated, with many of Ling Chuan's fans hurling insults at Qiao Yu on her Weibo.
They firmly believed that Qiao Yu had seduced their A Ye, after all, A Ye had been in the industry for five years with zero scandals, and was always surrounded by men; even the tabloids had once thought he was...
The crazy fans found out which hotel Qiao Yu was staying at and started yelling at her at the entrance.
The next day, before dawn, Qiao Yu and her group quietly left the hotel and headed straight for the airport.
On the plane, Qiao Yu, who was completely covered up, called out to Yang Yu, "Contact Ling Chuanye's agent and explain."
She then put on an eye mask, tossed her phone to Xida, and said that online comments were not good for her and she didn't want to look at them.
In just a few days, he trended on social media three times, and twice of those times it was with the same person.
Qiao Yu's lips curved slightly with helplessness beneath her eye patch. Would Gu Yun Shen simply freeze her out of the country after she returned?
Fortunately, she has some skills. She can't be an artist, but she's okay with other things. It's just hard on Yang Yu and Xi Da.
The rain finally stopped in Haicheng on the evening of the second day after I returned home, but before the sky had fully cleared, night was about to fall again.
Canyu and Lingchuan Studio also posted on Weibo, saying that the two came together for work-related reasons. After the official explanation, Qiao Yu's fans finally calmed down.
However, Aya's loyal fans still held on tightly, because in their hearts, Aya would never be involved in any scandals. But this time, Aya's response seemed to be much slower than usual.
It wasn't until Ling Chuan also posted a clarification on his personal Weibo account.
Lingchuan also V: It's a misunderstanding.
Thankfully it was just a misunderstanding. Ah Ye, I will always love you.
See? It's a misunderstanding. Believe me, Aya.
[Misunderstanding, comma? Is Aya not finished speaking?]
......
In the quiet study, Xuan paper is spread out, and the fragrance of ink lingers.
Qiao Yu, dressed in a pure white silk dress, stood in front of the desk, lightly dipping her brush in ink, her pen moving gracefully.
Every stroke is imbued with heart and soul; each horizontal and vertical line, each left-falling and right-falling stroke, paints a picture of inner peace.
The two characters “静心” are written in seal script, with the strokes starting with a concealed, reversed entry and ending with a return stroke.
Flexible yet powerful, square yet elegant, solemn yet mysterious, revealing the original beauty of Chinese characters.
There was a gentle knock on the study door.
"Enter."
Qiao Yu did not look up; the pen continued to move across her hand.
Yang Yu took her phone, hesitated for two seconds before stepping inside, and said, "Qiao Qiao, Ling Chuan also posted on Weibo."
As she finished speaking, Qiao Yu stopped writing, and the last stroke was clearly visible.
My mind is no longer at peace.
She put down her calligraphy brush, took her phone, and logged into her alternate account.
Two bright words appeared before my eyes.
Misunderstand
comma
?
She knew that Ling Chuan rarely posted on his personal Weibo account; his news was usually released through the official Weibo account of his studio.
The appearance of these two words now means that they were issued by him personally.
Misunderstand.
It turns out that all that remained between them was a misunderstanding.
Qiao Yu curled her lips in self-deprecation, as if something had fallen into her heart, weighing heavily on her, making it difficult for her to even breathe. Each inhale felt like it was exhausting all her strength.
The serenity in her eyes was gone, and the disappointment between her brows was obvious.
Like stars falling little by little.
Yang Yu felt a sudden tightness in her heart. She hadn't seen Qiao Yu like this in a long time. Even when facing Gu Yunshen, she could control her emotions.
"Qiaoqiao, are you alright?"
Qiao Yu simply shook her head: "It's nothing, I just want to be alone for a while."
Yang Yu had no choice but to close the door behind her and leave. As she closed it, she quickly added, "Xi Da and I are outside. Call us if you need anything."
In response, Qiao Yu silently turned around and walked to the window with her phone in hand.
The sky outside the window was completely dark, without a single star, like a huge black curtain tightly enveloping her.
The amber light in his eyes was once again illuminated by the only light from the phone screen.
He rarely posts on Weibo, and when he does, it's always just a few words and rarely includes photos; you can see the whole thing at a glance.
【Misunderstand,】
Next up is [Sunrise.jpg]
Every year, there is a sunrise photo from a different place.
Happy New Year! Fireworks.jpg
He posts these words at midnight on Chinese New Year's Day, along with a picture of fireworks.
【Very good, don't worry.】
Qiao Yu seems to remember that last year he missed out on a top endorsement deal, and his fans were indignant on his behalf.
【Congratulations! 】
Qiao Yu didn't understand where his joy came from, or why he was offering so many congratulations.
[Sunrise.jpg]
It's that time of year again! [Happy New Year! Fireworks.jpg]
Next, it says, "[No injuries.]"
I remember it was two years ago, when he was injured while filming, and it was reported that he was rushed to the hospital for treatment.
She was very worried about him at the time, and even asked a friend in country M to secretly visit him.
Another sunrise image.
Happy New Year! Fireworks.jpg
[Just be happy.]
[Sunrise.jpg]
Happy New Year! Fireworks.jpg
That's it, a very clean homepage.
The number of reposts, comments, and likes is enormous, ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions.
The phone screen gradually dimmed, and the last glimmer of light in my eyes seemed to disappear.
It turns out it was all a misunderstanding.
There was another knock on the study door, which was then pushed open without warning. Qiao Yu forced herself to turn around, suppressing her inner irritation.
"Everyone out..."
The last syllable was only half uttered before it was abruptly choked back down into his throat.
She didn't expect that it was Gu Yunshen standing there.
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