"Is it because of this long-term situation... that Jingshu chose to leave in that way? Or is it because of Bai Moxin?"
Before Bai Moxin died, Yu Jingshu had a conversation with her, and then Bai Moxin put sleeping pills in the water that Yu Jingshu drank every day and hanged herself at the head of her bed. After that, Yu Jingshu suffered from depression and mania, and died the following year.
But Chen Bai felt that Yu Jingshu shouldn't have ended up like this.
Yu Jingshu has been a person who keeps her secrets since she was a child. When Chen Bai and Yu Jingshu were shopping together, Yu Jingshu was sitting on a bench in the park, pointing at a sparrow squatting on a treetop, and asked, "Ah Bai, do you think I can get a divorce?"
Can I get a divorce? Not that I want a divorce.
The business marriage of the upper class was never a one-person affair. From the moment of marriage, she became a bird in a cage by Ruan Mingcheng.
Chen Bai suppressed her emotions, took the video from Su Qingyuan, and cried while watching it. In the end, she smashed the high-grade nanmu desk into four pieces.
The sadness gave her great strength, and she roughly knew what Su Qingyuan wanted to do. She said firmly: "Send this out."
After the first video, Su Qingyuan was very hesitant. From the moment Ruan Mingcheng started, Su Qingyuan had already thought that the other party wanted to take advantage of her popularity. The other party had key elements such as Zhang Hong and Chang Qing in his hands, so it was not difficult for him to hype her up.
Su Qingyuan had made a plan to rob Ruan Mingcheng when his popularity reached its peak. But he didn't want to make Yu Jingshu's embarrassed appearance public, as it would be too ugly to tear the face off like this. Yu Jingshu has always been noble and elegant, and she has never had a quarrel with anyone since she was a child. Su Qingyuan hopes to leave everyone with a beautiful image of her.
Chen Bai understood his concerns. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, not caring about her messy eye makeup. "Post it. Jingshu gave this to you because she wanted you to expose Ruan Mingcheng's ugly face. She has been waiting for this day so that she can truly become a person."
Su Qingyuan nodded, but his hands were shaking. His beautiful white palm covered the mouse, but he couldn't press it. If you weren't too familiar with Su Qingyuan, you wouldn't be able to tell from that porcelain-white face that he was in a state of confusion.
"Let me do it." Luo Zhixing reached out from behind him and covered Su Qingyuan's soft flesh. At first glance, this posture looked like he was hugging Su Qingyuan from behind.
Luo Zhixing is half a head taller than Su Qingyuan. At this angle, he lowered his eyes slightly. The other person's trembling, long, sparse eyelashes, the straight and delicate nose tip, and the lips pursed like peach petals were like an exquisite portrait presented in front of him. It was definitely a beauty that he decided to buy and treasure for a lifetime among thousands of exquisite paintings at first sight.
Seeing this, Luo Zhixing's hands trembled in panic.
His palms were large, with distinct joints. When the hard joints touched Su Qingyuan's palms, the slightest movement could transfer the burning fire to him. Su Qingyuan felt itchy for a moment, and he moved his eyes. His peach blossom eyes had a bit of water color, and he smiled.
"Why, are you scared?"
"Nonsense." Luo Zhixing had a naturally thick skin, so there was no way he felt afraid. But when he gently covered Su Qingyuan's hand, a moment of fear and terror attacked his heart. The feeling was very subtle, like grasping something that was destined not to be grasped, which made people panic, but also sweet.
Finally, this young man who had been lawless all his life, stepped into the void just as he was about to reach the age of 30. His resolute attitude softened all of a sudden, becoming frivolous and childish, as if he had returned to college.
Luo Zhixing gently touched the back of Su Qingyuan's hand with his hot palm, and then said, "I am indeed scared. School Belle, can you be gentle and say something to comfort me?"
Shameless, Luo Zhixing's thick skin is definitely more powerful than thousands of troops.
Su Qingyuan was extremely disgusted and took her hand away. She was already used to the other party's eccentricity, but she found a sense of security in this eccentric temperament.
Crossing from the previous life to this life, the feeling that Luo Zhixing gave him could be summed up in two words - alive.
Luo Zhixing pressed the send button, and the little man in his head held his dog head and banged it against Mount Buzhou.
Luo Zhixing thought helplessly: "Why do you have to be so shameless and say such things? If you don't say such things, maybe you can touch the precious palm of the school beauty a few more times."
Those are the fingers that have been playing the piano since childhood. One look at them for a second will make you fall in love with them.
As soon as the video was released, Su Qingyuan couldn't sit still: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you smoking? Campus beauty, you're not in good health, don't..." Before he could finish his words, Su Qingyuan had already pushed the door open and went out. Luo Zhixing looked at his lonely back, and his good mood, which had been inflated like a balloon for a long time, was pierced by a needle tip. The huge echo made his ears numb.
Chen Bai: "Xiao Luo, go watch him, he's in a bad mood, don't let him smoke."
Luo Zhixing followed him. In the short corridor, Luo Zhixing's mind was like a revolving lantern, sometimes it was Bai Yueguang in a little white dress, sometimes it was Su Qingyuan in a white coat during college, and sometimes it was Su Qingyuan in a black suit at the funeral.
He didn't think that the two of them had much time to spend together. Compared to their parents, brothers, and lovers, they were just classmates for a short time, and now it was just a little more of a cooperative relationship.
If we take a step back and say that the two souls are straight lines that are parallel to each other, intersect accidentally, and continue to infinitely not want to intersect, but he is actually happy because of this accident - cheers for all the beautiful encounters.
He had the white rabbit from the young girl's heart in his heart, and behaved like an old man who understood the world well. His eyes were fixed on the young man who was leaning against the wall with his shoulders relaxed, looking at the blue sky and white clouds.
The other person's profile was delicate, with smooth lines and natural highlights. The dazzling sunlight outside seemed to give him a layer of holy light.
Against the light, his eyelashes were stained with a thin layer of smoke.
Luo Zhixing strode over, and the two of them squeezed at the end of the narrow aisle. When they stretched out their hands, they could feel the fresh air outside. The air was filled with the scent of sweet osmanthus. It turned out that it was the season of sweet osmanthus.
The deepest impression that the osmanthus season left on Luo Zhixing was Su Qingyuan, who went on stage to receive the award in a white shirt and a beige V-neck vest. Amid the excited shouts of people around him, he was the only one standing alone, as if there was a sound-absorbing wall between them. In the silence, a charming fragrance emanated from him.
The young master smelled the scent, and the singer's genes burst out. Su Qingyuan was blocked in a narrow corner by him, and his whole body was covered by his tall shadow. The cigarette in his hand had just been lit when Luo Zhixing took it away.
"Campus beauty, give me one."
The two of them lived and ate together in college, so it was no big deal for them to smoke the same cigarette now. Su Qingyuan didn't care and took out another thin cigarette and lit it. He felt a special feeling when he was playing the piano and keyboard with a thin cigarette between his fingers.
The cigarette has not been lit yet.
Luo Zhixing volunteered: "Wait a minute, school beauty, I'll light a cigarette for you."
Su Qingyuan: “?”
The fragrance of sweet osmanthus filled the air, and Luo Zhixing's jet-black hair tilted over. His well-defined face, filled with a familiar scent, stopped at a cigarette-smoking distance from Su Qingyuan.
Luo Zhixing lowered his head, and the fire from the cigarette butt that he was holding casually slowly burned the extinguished dust fire in Su Qingyuan's hand.
Su Qingyuan's hand trembled a little, and then moved away without leaving a trace. He looked at Luo Zhixing with clear eyes, revealing a hint of obvious doubt.
"Yes, do you think I am a very thorough and meticulous assistant?" Luo Zhixing pretended nothing happened, with a typical ruffian smile on his face, "School beauty, sing a song. You and I have known each other for so many years, but I have never heard you sing. Could it be that you are tone-deaf? That shouldn't be the case. I think your voice is quite sweet."
With such a noisy person around, the sadness in Su Qingyuan's heart was also dispelled. Su Qingyuan looked at him with peach blossom eyes, thinking that this person might be a roasted sweet potato, the kind that can dispel the cold in winter.
"What to sing?" Su Qingyuan didn't plan to sing, so he just asked casually.
In the smoke rising from the burning incense, it burned into ashes and fell down.
Luo Zhixing sniffed the sweet osmanthus outside and whispered, "Sing that summer. Summer passes quietly, leaving a little secret behind."
Su Qingyuan put down his cigarette, and the smoke dissipated like a dream. He gently pushed Luo Zhixing's body that was blocking him and said, "No more singing."
Luo Zhixing put out his cigarette and pulled the person back. The corridor was narrow, and the two of them were pulling and tugging each other, so it was inevitable that their bodies would touch. Su Qingyuan felt the touch was hard, while Luo Zhixing felt it was soft. When their eyes met, Luo Zhixing blushed first, and said in a coaxing tone: "I know you can't sing, so I'll sing for you. School beauty, listen carefully--"
"Summer, summer passes quietly, leaving behind little secrets."
This person doesn't know how to express emotions, and he can only sing these two lines.
Luo Zhixing glanced at him from the corner of his eye. The narrow space was filled with the faint fragrance of Su Qingyuan. For a moment, his brain was full of thoughts, thinking about what little secrets the summer had left behind.
Su Qingyuan laughed when he heard it, and nudged the other person's eight-pack abs with his elbow: "Okay, Xia Tian has finished singing, it's time to go back and deal with things."
Luo Zhixing pulled him back again, and this time he didn't sing "Summer", but his expression was particularly serious. Su Qingyuan was amused, and turned back to look at him, and was startled when her eyes met his deep and serious pupils.
"Are you sick? Let go."
Luo Zhixing grabbed his wrist, rubbed it carefully with his calloused fingertips, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Su Qingyuan was quite puzzled: "It doesn't hurt, but it's not comfortable either."
Luo Zhixing loosened his grip and asked in a muffled voice, "Did it hurt when Bai Moxin hit your hand with the stick?"
Su Qingyuan's pupils shrank and he quickly withdrew his hand.
This time he touched the cat's tail. He was not scratched, but he was angry and didn't say anything. Luo Zhixing looked at his back and put his hand that had been holding his wrist to his nose and sniffed it. He relaxed and hummed that summer song.
Summer passed quietly, leaving behind a little secret...
Summer is over. In the warm lights of the campus, which are like the slight intoxication of beer, and the faint fragrance of osmanthus, I skipped classes and climbed the wall. From a distance, I took out my camera and took pictures of the slender boy in a white coat. When he came closer, I restrained everything, grabbed a handful of osmanthus fragrance, and said to him casually:
"What a coincidence, school beauty..."
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Worth ten bucks: Luo——Zhi——Xing——that idiot doesn’t understand love!!!
[He at that moment]
"Did it hurt when Bai Moxin hit your hand with a stick?"
Luo Zhixing thought: If I had met him earlier and lived next door to him, I would have climbed over the wall, stolen him into my house, and peeled oranges for him with my own hands, a hundred of them!
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