Double Lover [Entertainment]

"sorry."

Givenchy's voice was low.

Her gaze followed the wooden brush of ginger tea, watching her gradually fill in a general light blue tone and show different levels.She looked sideways, staring quietly at ginger tea, and said softly:

"I was in a bad mood at that time, and it wasn't on purpose."

Ginger tea is by her side.

Thick long hair, white nose.The sun quietly shone on her smooth forehead, and her clear eyes were covered by the long soft hair hanging down her side face, making it difficult to see her expression clearly.

The silhouette is indifferent, a gesture of rejection.

She didn't comment much on the apology, saying only: "It's been a long time. It wasn't necessary."

No need.

Given looked at her quietly.

The lip color is a little whitish.

When Givenchy was four or five years old, his family was very happy.

Some things, either never got; or never lost.

It is uncomfortable to gain and lose again.

A long time ago, my mother was still there.She was born rich and well-bred, she is not the weak type, on the contrary, she is very good at housekeeping.At that time, although his father was out in the field and raised many young lovers, he never dared to make trouble at home, and Givenchy was also kept in the dark without knowing it.

The home can maintain apparent harmony.

When my father was happy, he would even hold her up and let her sit on his shoulders, and would laugh and prick her face with stubble to make her happy.

and after.

All the hidden lies were revealed after the death of the mother.

She can't take it.

It was those closest to her who taught her how dirty the world was.

But like all children, she can't do it no matter what, and she really has no expectations for the father who gave birth to her.After all, sometimes he is really a good father. Every month, he is worried that Givenchy's pocket money is not enough, so he sends her a lot of money. Sometimes he is worried that she will not eat well at school, and he will occasionally take the initiative to call , Ask about her recent situation.

How can someone who is connected with blood have no feelings?

Although she didn't seem to care, she felt hopeful in her heart.

That Sunday, the day before Givenchy's birthday, she went home.

At the dinner table, her father celebrated her coming home and specially cooked for her, making her a sumptuous dinner.

Given was a little surprised, and couldn't help but wonder if her father remembered, so she tentatively asked:

"Dad, do you know what day is tomorrow?"

His father seemed a little surprised, he laughed and said, "Thanks to Fanfan for reminding me, tomorrow is my anniversary with my aunt."

Givenan became very silent for a moment.

On her birthday, her mother was lying in the delivery room at a time of severe pain, and she would lose her life if she failed, but for her father, what kind of anniversary was it with her aunt?She looked at her brother who had grown out of thin air, and her stomach rolled.

"Ah, anniversary?"

The woman smiled softly, put her arms around her brother and said, "It's a pity that tomorrow is Monday, otherwise we can go out and play together."

"It's okay." Her brother waved his hand: "I have no class tomorrow."

"Where is Fanfan, do you have lessons?"

Given didn't respond.

"Her, class is full tomorrow." Her brother answered for her.

With such a sentence, the three of them seemed to breathe a sigh of relief——

I was afraid that she would follow and ruin the atmosphere.

Given stood up abruptly.

In the center of the living room is a rosewood Chinese-style Duobao Pavilion, which is full of her father's collections, such as Ru kiln porcelain and jade carvings, all of which are fragile antiques.As soon as Given reached out his hand, he pushed hard, and with a bang, a cabinet of collections was smashed to pieces.

A dead silence.

There were three people at the dinner table, and her brother spoke first: "Dad, it's okay, let's eat first."

The woman also echoed: "Yes, yes, Fanfan must be tired from school, it's normal to have a bad temper."

"Get out."

With a sullen expression on his face, he threw his chopsticks on the table.

"..."

Given raised his chin, opened his eyes wide, and tears swirled desperately.

"The most redundant thing in our family is you."

Her father pointed at the mahogany door and threw an open book on the coffee table. The red hardcover biography of Van Gogh happened to hit her hard on the head, and Givenchy was shaken by the hit.

Her father said every word: "Now, get out."

As soon as the door was closed, the father's muttered abuse came out: "She is just crazy, and still reads the biography of Van Gogh? I think she will have to go to a mental hospital sooner or later."

There were bursts of giggling inside.

Given shrank by the door and buried his head in his knees.

Trembling all over.

Her book was still thrown aside, and the dim yellow overhead light illuminated the bright red cover for an instant, and the man who had lost one ear was watching her silently with a pipe in his mouth.

After returning to school, he still pretended that nothing happened. The cloud was calm, but nothing unusual could be seen.Given tried to make himself look normal, and tried to put the unpleasant things aside.

But it just so happened that Jiang Cha came to her house near the school the next day and gave her the painting.

A man with bandages around his ears, wearing a felt hat, with a sallow and thin face.He was wearing a rough overcoat and had a pipe dangling from his mouth.

The moment he met the eyes of the man in the painting, Given's heart seemed to be caught by something, and he had difficulty breathing. For a while, he couldn't think normally.

"She's just crazy..."

Given stood up abruptly, with a headache about to explode, her face instantly became as pale as paper, she went downstairs stiffly, and threw the painting away.

I feel better when I can't see it.

After going upstairs, she saw ginger tea.

The girl stood in the aisle, completely unable to understand what had happened, her eyes widened in a daze, tears swirling desperately.

Ginger Tea cried.

The eye sockets were flushed, the eyelashes were wet with tears, and a wet mark crawled out on the face, which slid down heavily.

Given suddenly became at a loss.

Ever since I met Jiang Cha, she has always smiled softly, with a sweet smile, and anyone who sees her seems to be covered with sunshine, which is unbelievably warm.Seeing that she didn't reply to the message, Jiang Cha only complained a few words, and only frowned when she encountered troubles, as if there was nothing she would take to heart.

Given thinks that she is the heartless type.

But she is crying now.

She upset Jiang Cha.

Given's heart throbbed, and there was a sharp pain in her heart. She tentatively approached, feeling inexplicably flustered.

"Are you crying?"

Given lowered his head and reached out to wipe the tears on her face.

Jiang Cha froze, slapped her hand away, lowered her head, and took a few steps back.

Given's mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

The teardrops seemed to have smashed into the softest part of her heart, sore and swollen, which made her feel at a loss.

Her lips moved, but she didn't speak.

Jiang Cha turned around and left.

Given stood there and calmed down for a while, the light in the aisle was dim, the small dusty window was half open, the wind blew his curly hair, among the bushes of thick hair, there was an indifferent face, pale and transparent, but the color of his lips was gorgeously painted .

She lowered her head, buried her face in her palms, closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths.

Slowly calmed down.

When it was a little later, the sky was getting darker, and there were stars in Lan Dai's sky.

Given went downstairs, wanting to do something.

The auntie cleaner who passed by was wearing plastic gloves and was carrying a large black plastic bag in her hand. Given paused her steps and suddenly became nervous.

I don't know if that painting is still there.

She rummaged through the trash can.

found it.

The canvas is clean, and it can be seen that it was painted with care. Jiang Cha's serious brushwork enriches and completes it stroke by stroke.The man in the painting has a ceramic gray face, a pair of green eyes, dead gray hair, wrinkled forehead and mouth corners, dull eyes, melancholy and sad.

Given the painting, he went upstairs slowly, sealed it up, and hid it.

She wanted to tell Jiang Cha that the painting was not thrown away.

She picked it up.

She wants to apologize.

But she didn't know how to explain her momentary gaffe.

After so many years.

A belated apology is really of no use.

ten o'clock in the morning.

The crowd was dense, and the square gradually became lively.

In a corner surrounded by a circle of people, someone is performing.

The photographer is carrying the camera, holding the reflector in one hand, lighting, focusing, and shooting.

The woman in the picture is all in black, tall and tall, wearing black and white plaid suspenders with a strong sense of design, and black wide-leg pants.The upper body is short, and under the slender waist are two incredibly long legs, which are slightly staggered back and forth.The shoulder pad of the piano was placed on her white left collarbone steadily, and the lower jaw was slightly tilted and landed on the piano.

The right hand holds the tip of the bow, and the left hand presses the string.

The strings trembled, and the sound came out through the amplifier.

Under the sky, a group of white-gray dots moved in the square, the silver-gray circular dome glass reflected the light, and the laughter of the children spread in the wind.

There were other sounds in the wind.

violin.

The familiar melody hit Jiang Cha's eardrums one after another.

A few people passed by, stopped and listened.

"Hey, what's the name of this song? It's like our old school bell."

"Schubert Serenade."

"Serenade? Is it very familiar?"

Jiang Cha heard the man say:

"If I remember correctly, this song seems to be for confession."

The author has something to say: Happy 520~

感谢在2020-05-1900:14:28~2020-05-2000:12:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: Professional passing by, one from Beimo to the south;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!