Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Feeling sorry for a man is the beginning of bad luck...
The stylist was right, only Cen Xue could pull off this red silk dress.
His frame is smaller than that of an average man. He looks slim when he puts on clothes, but when he takes them off, you can find that his flesh is soft when you pinch it, unlike some men who are hard and firm.
In addition, she has lost weight, so even though her skin is closer to her bones, there is still enough soft flesh to support the seductive curve. The cut at the waist makes the waist look thinner, visually highlighting the heterosexual curve.
The dark red color set off her figure, and Cen Xue did not wear any jewelry.
He himself is a jewel-encrusted being.
I should have bought him a cheongsam a while ago. He would have been rounder a few years ago.
This thought popped into Yan Pei's mind at the first glance.
The chaotic memories were forcibly cleansed by this touch of red, and everything that happened became clear.
He didn't have a very good memory, and sometimes if he didn't think about it carefully, the past would just gather dust in the corner.
But this wasn't because he was naturally cold-hearted. The first time this started was when he heard the news of Cen Xue's death from his cousin Yan Zijiao. He was going crazy, and even now he couldn't remember how he reacted at the time. The only thing he remembered was Yan Zijiao standing next to Yan Yanfei, the two of them complementing each other, their faces similar, as if they were real mother and son.
"I will take good care of my aunt. Don't worry too much while you're abroad. Take good care of yourself."
After saying these high-sounding words, Yan Zijiao sent him thousands of miles abroad and cut off all channels of communication with the country.
That’s my mother, Yan Pei roared angrily at the time, what gives you the right?
Yan Yanfei was indifferent and said softly: "Listen to your brother."
Later, the first money Yan Pei earned after returning to China was from selling songs. He immediately signed with the company where his agent Liu Ping worked. At this time, Yan Zijiao had already inherited most of his parents' property.
But we cannot conclude that Yan Zijiao is an ungrateful person who took everything from him.
Yan Zijiao has been very popular since his debut, and he has been involved in countless controversial news. The manpower and financial resources he has spent have become a bottomless pit.
This was not Yan Pei's request, but was out of the protection that one should have for family members. Therefore, even Liu Ping could not see through the relationship between them and only said, "As a commoner, I cannot interfere in the affairs of upper-class people."
Yan Pei himself is the epitome of popularity, and he has been extremely busy since becoming famous.
Until now, he has not had a complete day of rest for more than a year. When life is filled with trivial matters, unimportant details in memory will be thrown away first, such as the album cover of "Wardrobe".
For example, allowing companies to market the concept of missing one's mother.
"Love, mother, fetish."
And Cen Xue always knew how to hurt him the most severely.
Yan Pei knew best in his heart that his mother never loved him.
Someone said back then that this woman treated her cousin more like her own son.
He would rather not have it because he didn't love her, but these three words pierced his heart, like slandering a person who never eats shit by swimming in a cesspool.
My blood is boiling. I was so proud and happy before, but now I feel so betrayed.
Yan Pei was furious, with a hint of bewilderment and accusation in his voice, "What did you say...?!"
Cen Xue had been restraining herself for a long time. "Are you satisfied now? You've been pretending to be good-tempered for so long, it must be very hard to endure. Now I finally have waited for the day when I can wear this dress again, reminding me of all the stupid things I did with you in the past?"
Yan Pei said: "Didn't you want to..."
"What other choice do I have?"
Cen Xue interrupted.
"You came out to me at that time and your father beat you half to death. You were like this, so why should I refuse you?"
People always realize their wrong choices and the shame of their impulsive actions later.
Even now that he thought about it, Yan Pei might not have done it for him.
Cen Xue still added those words for the sake of her dignity.
*
After Lu Yanxi abruptly cut off all contact, it was Yan Pei who accompanied him through the low period of heartbreak.
At that time, Cen Xue had already received the admission letter, and the family conflicts became more intense. He could no longer stay there, so Yan Pei took him to his home.
Yan Pei is the only one living in his house.
After two days of rest, Cen Xue calculated how much money she had left.
The crew earned money from adding an extra episode, minus the previous expenses -
After the filming, Lu Yanxi helped him and his mother choose a new mobile phone that could allow video calls and screen writing, making it convenient for him to contact his mother. The remaining money would be enough for living expenses for half a year.
But if you deduct the tuition fee, it will be a bit stretched.
Although she has decided to apply for a student loan, Cen Xue feels that the more prepared she is, the better.
He decided to find another part-time job, but Yan Pei wouldn't allow it.
Yan Pei retorted, but Cen Xue didn't take it seriously, so he blurted out, "How much money do you want? I'll give it to you, isn't that enough?"
Maybe there is some contempt in it.
Cen Xue turned around in surprise: "What did you say?"
"I mean..." Yan Pei realized that he had let himself go, "If you're short of money, I can lend it to you first."
"Thank you," Cen Xue declined politely, "I don't think I'll need you right now. I'll find you if I really need you."
Seeing that he was really leaving, Yan Pei became more and more anxious.
He had only possessed Cen Xue for a few days, and now she was about to fly away?
Grabbing Cen Xue's wrist, he was first frightened by his slender bones, and then he squeezed the soft flesh wrapped around it with nostalgia. Yan Pei's palm was big, and there was still room to wrap around the wrist. The oppressive feeling caused by the size difference started from here. He found a way to suppress Cen Xue without any instruction, and the evil in his heart could not be suppressed.
He said, "You want what Lu Yanxi gave you, but you can't have mine?"
Cen Xue struggled a few times but couldn't get away: "That's different! He and I—"
Yan Pei: "Then I treat you the same way?"
"...I'm sorry," Cen Xue was stunned and said dryly, "I didn't think about it."
The situation was so bad that the silent atmosphere of confrontation was interrupted by a phone call.
The person on the other end was extremely angry, and his voice was so loud that it leaked out. Cen Xue also sensed that something was wrong.
Hanging up the phone unhappily, Yan Pei said, "My dad asked me to come over."
"In that case, just go ahead and do your own thing and leave me alone." Cen Xue seized the opportunity and tried to run away.
"no."
Yan Pei did not allow any doubt to be raised. Even though he had just been taught a lesson, there was a smug glint in his eyes.
"Axue, you must stay and wait for me," he imitated Lu Yanxi's address, "My dad found out you've moved into our house."
A similar scene happened not long ago.
Cen Xue was shocked, his wrist trembling slightly, and he let Yan Pei hug him.
Yan Pei was not nervous at all, and was even eager to try: "Wait for me to come back, you have to wait for me."
A few hours later, in the early hours of the night.
Yan Pei returned home with injuries all over his body.
But his expression didn't look like he was in pain at all. Perhaps he was too excited and threw himself into the sofa. He didn't even cry out even when he was hurt. Yan Pei looked at the helpless Cen Xue, laughed a few times, and then choked again, coughing pitifully.
Cen Xue couldn't tell whether he was playing the victim or was genuinely happy, so she found a medical kit and asked him to take off his clothes to treat his wound.
"You were waiting for me."
Yan Pei said proudly.
This was in stark contrast to the hideous injuries he showed when he took off his clothes.
Fortunately, Cen Xue already had experience in treating wounds.
His hands were steady, and he remained unmoved when he saw Yan Pei suppressing his physiological tremors due to the alcohol and other stimulations, until Yan Pei continued to show off his newly commended achievements.
"I came out to my dad."
The alcohol swab fell on the wound.
Yan Pei swore in triumph, his deep facial features becoming even more striking at this moment, attracting the attention of the whole world.
"I'm different from Lu Yanxi. I haven't given up on you."
He excitedly took credit: "Don't go, Xue! Look how good I am."
This sentence is probably useless to 25-year-old Cen Xue.
But for the eighteen-year-old boy, he had been fooled by the sugar-coated bullets and didn't know east from west.
As long as one exists in the world, it is difficult not to compare. Once compared, there will be a gap. In Yan Pei's words, Cen Xue seemed to be pulled out of the trough created by the gap and lifted to another peak.
After all, he just really hopes that someone will choose him.
To prove that he is not that unimportant.
Late in the night after treating her wound, Cen Xue woke up with a start.
The person holding him whispered from behind, "Shh, it's me. I can't sleep because of the pain."
Cen Xue turned around and faced Yan Pei, who had attacked him at night: "What should we do then?"
"Let me hold you, please."
It was a question, but it was said in a completely declarative tone.
Perhaps the coming-out statement was too shocking, so Cen Xue acquiesced to his closeness and let him hug her tightly.
After falling asleep, his pretense of strength disappeared completely. In a daze, Cen Xue noticed that the sleeping posture of the person next to her gradually became curled up, and slowly, she crawled into his arms as if seeking some kind of protection.
So pitiful.
I don't know who he is referring to.
Cen Xue sighed suddenly in her sleep, foreheads pressed against each other, like two little animals licking each other's wounds.
…
The next day, Yan Pei shouted in dissatisfaction: "What kind of tattered clothes are these?"
While touching the red marks on his neck, she forcefully took off his pajamas.
He ran to the master bedroom closet and found some old silk clothes.
The dark red silk suspender skirt thrown on Cen Xue made his skin look snow-white.
Cen Xue didn't react: "You want me to wear a skirt?"
"Just think of it as being for me," Yan Pei learned another trick of acting pitiful. "Look, I'm already so badly injured."
He said that his mother left home when he was a child, and his father never came back, leaving him to the nanny.
At night, he was afraid that he couldn't sleep, so he hid in the closet in the master bedroom. There were many silk dresses left by his mother in the closet - she liked the texture of silk - and there was some perfume left on the dresses, the scent of his mother.
Yan Pei fell asleep with his head on the silk pillow.
No wonder all the bedding in his house is made of this material. Cen Xue’s doubts finally got an answer.
"I find that I sleep better when I hold you."
Yan Pei promised in a playful way, "Just make do with it for now, and I'll buy you new pajamas."
She also pinched his chin and said something incoherent: "Don't look at me like that."
Once you wear a skirt for the first time, you will do it countless times.
The first thing Cen Xue learned in this regard was to never believe a man’s promise. The new pajamas Yan Pei mentioned had never been delivered.
The wardrobe in Yan Pei's parents' master bedroom, which was filled with silk clothes, gradually became Cen Xue's.
Whenever he seemed to refuse, Yan Pei would make excuses: "If I can't sleep, I can't even write a good song."
The injuries from that night still left marks on his body. Some of the pigmentation had deepened, making it look like a permanent brand. Whenever he saw them, Cen Xue would always remember that night.
Then I will feel soft-hearted.
Until one day, by chance, Cen Xue found a stuck photo frame while looking for something.
When the photo frame was opened, there was a photo of a woman wearing a dark red silk dress, holding an old retro microphone, and with thick black curly hair. She lowered her eyes slightly, smiled softly with her red lips, and looked at the camera in the audience.
There is a line of writing next to it.
'Photo taken by Yan Sheng on x month x day of xx year.'
About twenty years.
But what is more concerning than accidentally discovering the past of Yan Pei’s parents is the woman’s eyes.
It was this angle that made the arc of her long, straight, and slightly curled eyelashes more obvious, as if a layer of mysterious mist enveloped her eyes, and being stared at by her seemed to occupy her whole world.
"nausea."
After seven years, Cen Xue was finally able to ask that question.
"Who are you thinking about when you look at me?"
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