Prison Building I

Paris is a city that can't be seen enough and can't be seen clearly.

The beautiful Seine River runs through the whole of Paris, the vast night sky illuminated by dim lights, and the floating clouds are like lit green smoke, floating gently on the lake.Night Paris is like a gorgeous lady, starting her charming interpretation, shuttling on the left bank, and disappearing on the right bank.

The night above the Seine is romantic and sentimental, and the pedestrians passing by the river are also lazy and comfortable.From time to time, the evening wind blows from across the street, and the sweet smell of the perfume is somewhat similar to Chateau Ausone. The familiar and unfamiliar graduation party seems to be right in front of you. It is the best memory of Jianglou, and it is also the nightmare that you least want to think about. .

Such contradictory memories made Jiang Lou a little irritable, and he couldn't even think of liking it!He rubbed his curly hair, and turned his head to look at the person next to him. After several days of care and accommodation, Jiang Lou gradually let go of his guard.He has always been a kind and generous person, if not——

"Let me take a picture!"

Sheng Yin fiddled with the TYP007 on his neck, swinging it left and right, happily showing his big white teeth towards Jianglou.He voluntarily asked to leave with Jianglou, and he even patted his chest with He Lin to reassure him. However, in the dangerous situation of Yijianglou, it is always better to take care of himself. He Lin readjusted the medicine and stuffed it into Sheng In Yin's bag, Qian reminded Wan to make Jianglou take the medicine on time. Sheng Yin was secretly happy for a while because of the task of taking care of Jianglou. Looking at the people who were still sleeping on the plane, his heart blossomed with joy.

Let me take you to Paris, Sheng Yin thought, that is my favorite city.So after the plane flew in the clouds for 13 hours, the energetic Sheng Yin took the drowsy Jianglou to Paris, the legendary place of gentle and affectionate soul.

Sheng Yin looked at Jiang Lou's black coat hanging on the railing, and suddenly thought of going to perm his hair with Jiang Lou two days ago, the handsome French brother even urged him to dye his hair maroon, Jiang Lou curled his lips, but he didn't refuse .I was also looking forward to it by the side, probably because my eyes were almost poking into Jiang Lou's face, causing the younger brother to bend the corners of his mouth into an ambiguous arc from time to time, and make eye contact with himself while dyeing his hair.

Jiang Lou naturally didn't notice it, he seemed a little uneasy, such a direct change was indeed evading something, from hairstyle to clothing, everything changed drastically.But the more you avoid it, the easier it is to remember, and the things you deliberately change are even more impressive.

"You are the best! Lou~"

Sheng Yin picked up Jiang Lou's coat and draped it over his shoulders, clung to him and shook his arm, his posture was very ambiguous, but Jiang Lou didn't feel bored, this kind of touch was different from that person.It's a bit like a little soft cat who likes to be coquettish.But this little soft cat has golden hair that is full of vigor, and it doesn't look weak at all, which makes people have to doubt his motives.

Jiang Lou turned his head helplessly, he hasn't taken a photo for a long time, the reason is of course - he doesn't like himself now.His skin is too pale, and his eyes are not as pure as before. I don't know why, others may not be able to see it, but every time he stops in front of the mirror, he can always find a trace of resentment buried deep in his eyes, thick and dark, making his eyes Eroded seven seven/eight eight.

So he felt a little palpitations. On the one hand, it was the resistance to the past, and on the other hand, it was the bewilderment of the future. He often stood in the sun and looked at his hands. They were thin and slender, and they looked good for playing the piano. If it weren't for——

Jiang Lou lowered his head, the hell life of that year brought earth-shaking changes to his life, his dreams, his family, and even his soul were all shattered, he couldn't forget those pains and tortures , There is no way to forgive, such inhuman treatment is simply unforgivable.

Jiang Lou rubbed Sheng Yin's golden hair, as if he understood why he was defenseless against him.Sheng Yin's lively and cheerful appearance is so similar to him at that time!

If there was no such person, I would be such a wanton and happy teenager, dyeing my hair into any color I want, wearing different styles of clothing, running and screaming with Qin Li and others on the court, and following my parents to leave a wonderful time in the Vienna Golden Hall The sound of the piano, accepting the admiration and envy from all over the world, leads a positive, simple and serious life.

If not—

If he hadn't forced himself, if he hadn't humiliated/humiliated himself, if he hadn't imprisoned himself, how could he have become what he is now!

Jiang Lou looked up at the unfathomable night sky, a mocking thought gradually appeared in his heart, as if he was nervous, he insisted on holding on to the pain, his head was a little confused, and he didn't know when the resentment began to accumulate , now all spinning in his head mocking his escape, Jiang Lou slightly lowered his head to look at the calm lake, only praying that he would never meet that person again in this life.