Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Ghostly Beauty
Ji Hanxi took a few steps, looked back, and made sure that Vivienne was really following her, then continued walking a few more steps.
Just like when he first led her.
The only difference is that she is not familiar with this place and can only walk around based on her feelings.
The further we go, the sparser the lights and the fewer tourists there are.
Finally, she stopped in front of a bridge.
This bridge is very strange. It is made of iron chains and wooden boards, and is hung with red ribbons, which are crowded together and densely layered, almost covering the entire bridge.
It is a bit like the marriage bridge in folk legends, and the red silk on it also has the names of many couples written on it.
But compared to the romantic feeling, Ji Hanxi felt a bit more of a Chinese sense of terror, because there were no lights on the bridge.
When the sun is shining brightly during the day, the overwhelming red silk sways and flutters in the wind, and perhaps you can feel a touch of the shocking power of love.
But at this moment, the deep iron chain bridge leads to a bottomless place. The red silk hanging on both sides is covered by the night and is as thick as solidified blood. There is no light below, and only the sound of gurgling cold stream can be heard.
Facing this eerie bridge, Ji Hanxi initially wanted to bravely cross it. However, as soon as he lifted his foot and stepped on it, he regretted it and immediately retracted it.
Forget it, let’s not take this bridge and take another route.
She turned around, trying to change direction.
However, when she turned around, she found that Vivienne, who had been following her, was nowhere to be seen.
As she approached the bridge, she glanced back. He was indeed following her. How could he have vanished in such a short moment? Was he even more afraid of the bridge than she was? Or was he trying to hide somewhere to scare her?
Just as Ji Hanxi was daydreaming, a faint sound of silver bells came to his ears.
Ding-bells, clang-bells, clang-bells, and the sound of silver jewelry colliding, light, pleasant, and ghostly.
Ji Hanxi listened carefully for a while, looked in the direction of the voice, and saw Vivienne as expected.
He had reached the other side without knowing when, and was slowly approaching the bridge, step by step. As he walked, the silver ornaments on his body clinked, and the silver bells tied to the ends of his hair rustled.
He also walked to the bridge and faced her, she was on this side and he was on the other side.
Behind Ji Hanxi, there were bright lights, but behind Vivienne, there was darkness and silence...
"You..." She wanted to ask him how he got there? What he wanted to do? But looking at him, she couldn't say a word.
The cold moonlight illuminated his handsome face, his lips were extremely red and his skin was extremely white, making him look like a ghost who could paint her skin.
Especially when he stretched out his hand and said to her, "Come here," he seemed even more like a demon tempting her to go to the Avici Hell.
Seeing that she hesitated and didn't move, he walked onto the bridge and slowly walked towards her.
"What's wrong?" he asked softly.
As he approached, the light from Ji Hanxi's side gradually illuminated his eyebrows and eyes, and the color on his face became sharper and more intense, so beautiful that it was bizarre and incredible.
"Do you want to go to the other side?" he asked again. "Don't be afraid, come over."
He probably thought she was afraid to cross the bridge, so he went to that side to pull her first.
But Ji Hanxi just looked at him without saying anything, as if trying to figure out whether it was the real him or a ghost in disguise?
The hand he stretched out was slender and white, even more exquisite than a jade carving.
She also extended her hand, hovering slightly above his, her fingertips drooping naturally touching his palm. She could feel his body temperature, slightly lower than that of an average person, but not freezing cold. He was alive.
When she withdrew her hand, her fingertips slid across his palm, softly, itchy, and trembling...
The night wind blew through the mountains and hills, causing the red silk on the bridge cables to sway and rub against each other, making a slight noise.
Their long hair was messed up by the wind, slightly blocking their view. Neither she nor he spoke, but just looked at each other.
Ji Hanxi used to dislike the scary and gloomy atmosphere here, but now he inexplicably feels that this atmosphere is not so bad.
Her eyes fell on him, from his brow to his nose bridge to his lips... and finally stopped at his neck.
There seemed to be a tattoo on his neck, like a snake totem, which was particularly conspicuous and glaring against his snow-white skin.
I remember his skin there used to be smooth and clear, without any pattern. Why did it suddenly appear now? Was it a makeup design for a young man from the Miao region? While this totemic tattoo fits the character's character, how will it be handled after the performance?
He noticed her gaze lingering on the snake and guessed her confusion. So he said, "It's a painting."
He leaned closer to her and showed her his fragile neck. "Feel it. It's different from ordinary paint. It can't be washed off with water. It requires a special solution to remove it."
She felt something strange; the snake-shaped totem looked very much like a tattoo, both in color and texture, because the pigment didn't just float on the surface, but seeped into the skin.
She stretched out her hand, but hesitated. Seeing that she didn't move, he moved his hand to her wrist.
His eyes were fixed on her face, observing her expression. He tentatively held her hand and guided her to touch the totem on her neck.
The hickeys on the neck had all disappeared after so long, but the snake totem's eyes seemed to be right where the hickeys had been.
He took her hand and touched the snake's eyes, just like touching a kiss mark, a mark left by her in the past...
His beautiful eyes and eyebrows were filled with a smile, and it seemed like he was doing it on purpose.
He moved closer to her, wanting her to touch him more carefully.
However, what Ji Hanxi didn't know was that behind her, there was a handsome guy who came here looking for her.
Although Ding Shuai also received a message from Ji Hanxi, telling him not to worry or look for her, he still wanted to find her, wanted to encounter her again, wanted to create a "destined" fate. After searching for a long time, he finally found this place.
He found her, but not only her, but also a man. The two of them were very close, almost intimate.
From a very handsome perspective, Ji Hanxi snuggled in the man's arms, reaching out to touch his neck, while the man hugged her, like a pair of mandarin ducks embracing each other.
Vivienne noticed the moment the handsome man appeared that he deliberately moved closer to her to make them look closer.
The other hand was slightly raised and placed behind her back, not touching her, just hugging her lightly. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Ding Shuai with a smile.
Ding Shuai: “……!!!” He finally saw the man’s true face. This, this, this… isn’t this Ji Hanxi’s previous gay friend who had a conflict? Oh my God! What’s going on?! Could it be that he’s not gay? Or her gay friend? Even hugging like this, he doesn’t believe there’s nothing between them. And what’s that look in that man’s eyes? Is it provocation? Is it ridicule? Damn!
Ding Shuai wanted to ask for clarification, but as soon as he took a step, he found that he had no right to speak. He was not even Ji Hanxi's ambiguous partner. Asking about these things would only make him look ridiculous and humiliate himself.
So he turned around and left angrily, feeling very angry.
Ji Hanxi didn't know what was happening, nor did he expect that in just a few minutes, Vivienne had calmly solved another annoying trouble.
She returned to the B&B in a daze, as if she was led back by Vivienne.
After washing up and lying on the bed, she was still thinking about the touch of the bridge rope in her hands.
His slender, fragile neck was exposed to her defenselessly. She felt the skin there, the temperature there, the totem there, the kiss marks there, and the pulsation of his muscles with his breath...
She inexplicably felt at ease and slept well all night until dawn.
The next day, the filming officially started. When she arrived at the filming site, she found an uninvited guest not far away.
He is a handsome mixed-race guy.
She was a little surprised. Why was he here? He didn't need to film. It didn't make sense for him to be here.
When she saw the handsome mixed-race guy, he also saw her and walked towards her with bright eyes, "Hello, Miss Ji, long time no see."
"Long time no see..." We haven't seen each other since the last Shura Field.
He invited her out several times, but she refused. She felt that her and his philosophies on love were so different that there was no point wasting time and that they should each find someone who suited their own needs. However, this handsome mixed-race man, unable to understand her subtle and overt words, persevered, trying to impress her with his perspective.
But she didn't want to change her view on love at all. In fact, the more others tried to persuade her, the more annoyed she became, and she wanted to retaliate by doing something contrary to his expectations.
However, considering that the other party was someone she had secretly loved for a long time, she was relatively gentle towards him and did not mock him.
"I asked a lot of people before I knew you were filming here. It took me a long time to finally find this place. I wanted to give you a surprise, I wonder if you're happy?"
"Uh..." If the surprise referred to himself, she was indeed not happy.
However, seeing how exhausted he looked, one could probably guess that he was not familiar with the country and it had been extremely difficult for him to find his way here.
So he kindly said, "Let's go sit in the coffee shop over there and rest for a while."
"Will you go? If you don't, I won't go either."
"..." Seeing that there was still a long time before her filming, Ji Hanxi said, "I'll go, and I want to buy a cup of coffee too."
She took this opportunity to make things clear with him. Since he wouldn't listen on WeChat, she might as well talk it over offline.
However, Ji Hanxi never expected that persuasion would be so difficult this time. No matter what she said, the other party always believed that she was too conservative and that if she was more open-minded, everything would be solved.
She was almost pissed off at him! He was as strong as an ox and as stubborn as a donkey!
She left angrily only a few minutes before the filming started.
Vivienne, already in her makeup and sitting on the set, heard her approaching footsteps and looked up. Her expressionless face, her deep eyes, gave off an inexplicable sense of oppression and urgency.
When Ji Hanxi approached him, he heard him ask softly, "Do you still prefer chatting with that rustic AJ guy?"
“…” She was startled at first, then realized what he said.
AJ man refers to a handsome mixed-race guy.
Perhaps everyone in China and abroad who loves trendy brands and sports is alike; the mixed-race handsome guy also loves to wear Air Jordans. Every time they meet, no matter what he's wearing, he'll always have a pair of Air Jordans, so much so that they've become his trademark. Of course, to Vivienne, these ubiquitous Air Jordans are simply tacky, unbearable, and terrifyingly unsightly.
The chat, of course, referred to her recent conversation with the mixed-race guy in the coffee shop... But how did he know? Did he see them? How long did he see them? Where did they stay? Why didn't she notice at all? Was he really a ghost?
Before Ji Hanxi's questions were answered, the director said, "The first scene is a mandatory scene. Please concentrate on filming the most important part of the play."
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