The last ray of sunset glow was swallowed up by the dark blue, and sparse stars appeared in the sky.
After dinner, Tang Xili took the magnolia and returned to her bedroom upstairs. She put the magnolia in a porcelain glaze vase and went to take a bath.
After taking a shower, I went to the balcony to draw the manuscript.
On the balcony opposite, Yong Zhixu leaned his elbows on the railing, hoping to find some trace of beauty in the brightly lit villa.
But unexpectedly, a beauty in white pajamas came into view.
She sat in a white Windsor chair, her arms resting on the round table, and seemed to be drawing.
He glanced at the piano next to him, took out his cell phone, opened the chat box between the two of them, and typed on the keyboard with his bright fingertips.
[Ms. Tangxi, what kind of music do you like to listen to? ]
Tang Xili, who was sitting opposite, heard the WeChat ringing, paused her pen, unlocked it, and took a look. She saw a message from someone with the note "Mr. Yong".
She clicked it and took a look.
Favorite song?
Why are you asking this suddenly?
She turned her head to look across and saw a man leaning casually on the balcony railing, drinking from a can of beer in his hand.
Their eyes met at a distance of dozens of meters.
The man raised his phone towards her, as if signaling her to reply.
Tang Xili was a little confused, but she didn't think much of it. She just thought he asked casually on a whim, so she replied: [Pure Music]
The man who received her message put his phone in his pocket, drank the last sip of beer, and came to the piano.
Because he has been living here recently, an aunt is sent to clean the old house every day. Even though the piano is on the balcony, the piano cover is wiped very clean.
He pulled out the stool and opened the piano lid.
His slender jade-like fingers fell on the black and white piano keys, and the beautiful and healing song "Windy Hill" flowed out under him.
The melodious and pure sound of the piano, along with the gentle evening breeze, reached Tang Xili's ears.
Her eyes moved slightly, and she turned her head to look, and saw a man sitting in front of the piano on the balcony opposite, playing the piano with great concentration.
The soft white light fell on him like a white veil. Strangely, why did he look better than usual?
When Tang Xili noticed this idea, three question marks popped up in her mind.
He blinked his eyes, drove those strange thoughts out of his mind, and lowered his head to continue drawing the draft.
As soon as the song ended, her draft was also completed.
I feel more inspired than ever.
She turned on her phone and sent a string of text messages to the man opposite: [It sounds great.]
Yong Zhixu looked at these words, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he tapped his fingers on the keyboard, "Miss Tangxi, thank you for your compliment."
He glanced at the time on his phone. It was half past nine. [Miss Tangxi, go to bed early. Good night. I wish you a sweet dream.]
Tang Xili, who had never been blessed so often, paused her fingertips on the keyboard, raised her eyelashes, and glanced across.
The man was looking at her from afar. She was too far away to see the emotions in his eyes, but the soft light in his eyes was unusually bright in the darkness, like a lighthouse on the vast ocean.
[Good night] She replied with two words and turned to walk towards the bedroom.
After going to bed, she remembered something and opened the drawer of the bedside table. A crystal ball with a little girl looking up at a rainbow was exposed in the light.
When Tangxi Pear turned on the switch on the base, countless sequined little stars sprayed up from the bottom like a fountain, and then fell gently.
She stroked the glass surface, the corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, then she placed the crystal ball on the bedside, turned off the headlights with the remote control, and slept with the table lamp and crystal ball lamp on.
Perhaps it was because the light from the crystal ball was too beautiful, or because the piano music lingering in her ears was too pleasant, but she had a rare good night's sleep.
But An Xianyue, who was tied up and taken to the cinema on the underground floor, was in a bad situation.
On the big screen, the scene of her beloved having sex with another woman was played repeatedly. She closed her eyes and tried not to look, but the man's breathing and the woman's moaning echoed in her ears like a spell.
With a large piece of cloth stuffed in her mouth, her voice was like that of a trapped animal, unable to vent.
Her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and the pain like tearing bones rolled through her body. Tears washed over her face again and again. She listened like that all night, her heart dying in agony of a life worse than death.
(Hahaha… You’re so cruel, Tang Xili, you’re so cruel! Hahaha… You win, you win.)
When Amy came to untie An Xianyue in the morning, she saw the woman's pair of red and swollen eyes like walnuts, staring blankly ahead like a blind person.
Like a withered rose, there is no life in the whole person.
Amy had no sympathy and brought her to Tang Xili.
Seeing her half-human, half-ghost appearance, Tang Xili was extremely happy, "Aunt, don't blame me, blame yourself for breaking the rules of the game."
She reached out her hand, slowly clamped the woman's chin, looked down at her condescendingly, and made a "tsk" sound.
"You're still too kind. You didn't even think of taking my life. What a pity! You wasted your only chance to kill me..."
She lowered her head and put her lips close to the woman's ear. Her voice was as soft as a whisper, but extremely cruel. "Does it hurt? If it hurts, then go die. If you don't die, I will imprison you here for the rest of your life and make you watch him make love with someone else every day. I can say it, and I will do it."
An Xianyue didn't say a word, and there was no light in her eyes, as if her soul had been sucked out.
Suddenly, she stood up and walked out.
Amy wanted to stop her, but Tang Xili raised her hand to stop her, "Let her go, and see where she goes."
"Yes, ma'am." Amy opened the door for her and sent two people to follow An Xianyue.
An Xianyue walked on the bustling street, looking at the tall buildings on both sides, her heart dead. She walked aimlessly in a daze until she came to an unfinished building.
She looked at the roof and climbed up with empty eyes.
The sky above her head was exceptionally blue, and a flock of white doves flew by. She spread her arms, with extreme pain in her eyes, and jumped down.
"Bang!" A crisp sound of broken flesh and bones came from the video on the mobile phone. Tang Xili looked at An Xianyue who fell into a puddle of mud, without any emotion in her eyes.
At this moment, she was in the Azure Manor, kneeling on the ground to worship her mother.
The night her mother jumped off the building, she was sent abroad overnight.
When she grew up, she found out that no one held a memorial service for her mother, nor did she have a funeral. Her ashes were scattered by An Minghe, her worn clothes were burned, and her used items were thrown away.
In the entire world, apart from this manor where my mother once lived, there is no trace of her.
There was no tombstone or grave, so she could only worship the place where she died as a grave.
Tang Xili placed a handful of philodendron and the video in front of the offerings, then lit three incense sticks, put her hands together, held the incense between her palms, and bowed three times.
"Mom, did you see that? An Xianyue is dead. Her nine springs must be very cold. Don't worry, I will use their blood to pave the way for your afterlife..."
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