Beauty burst table

For holidays, Xie Lingqiao has no concept.

In the past few days since he started wearing clothes, he has landed in this house like a caged bird, rarely going out, and the modeling job he is looking for will not officially start until a few days later.

He stayed at home, learned about the relevant information of the Deep Sea Diary store, past products, and picked up a bunch of books to read, and the days were not long.He is still the same as before, nothing to do like singing and watching the starry sky.

The starry sky is so far away and boundless. When he stands under the night and looks at the distant stars one by one, he will feel that he is so small as a mere individual in the universe.

The ethereal sense of stability that I once said, also arises spontaneously in my heart at that moment.What is chasing, even if you haven't caught it yet, you will still feel a sense of stability in your heart.

As for singing, it is also something he likes to do, but because there is often no audience, he often sings to himself in the room.

After being arrested by Shang Chongli that day, three days later, he stayed at home and hardly went out.Three days later, that is, today, another sunny afternoon, he planned to go to the basement again.

The basement of the house is actually a very spacious and large study, and it is even more like a bookstore in Hay-on-Wye without an owner.

The most cherished books are piled in a bright room, surrounded by the smell of good coffee and household polish; some taken for granted, huddled in the dark, the air is full of their own strong smell.

There is no shortage of antiques, handicrafts, fabrics, and even Tibetan calligraphy.Under the cover is an all-encompassing world: countless writers have written down all people's knowledge, hopes and fears in dozens of languages.Xie Lingqiao found it very interesting when he first came here.

It was at this time that he suddenly remembered that someone once told him that if they went to the bookstore in Valpenheil together, they should also bow their heads and pay respects to the books with dusty hands... It was said by Ye Changan from the first world. Ye Changan would occasionally say some crazy things to him, such as when they fled to an isolated island together, he would be his jailer.However, these are also past and unfinished things.

Once again he came to this underground world of books.It was a familiar scene, but because the lights were not fully turned on, the inside was not very bright.

Only this time, in this place, besides himself, he saw someone else.

It was a girl, sitting in front of a row of bookshelves, with two arms around herself, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and her head buried deep in her arms.Her whole body exudes a sinking aura, and she doesn't have the energy to face the morning sun. She is even motionless, and if she doesn't speak, she looks like a ghost.

Her hair was curled in alluring and mature curls, enveloping her like a witch's thick, dark potion.

When Xie Lingqiao walked in, he saw the other party at a glance.His footsteps stopped involuntarily, and at this moment, the girl raised her head and glanced this way.

Because of raising her head, her long hair was naturally parted to both sides, revealing a face of a girl who had put on heavy makeup but was too smeared with tears to look straight at, but despite the smudged makeup In this way, it is still possible to tell that her face shape and facial features are very good.She looked at Xie Lingqiao quietly, with a world-weary and hollow taste in her eyes.

It was the youngest daughter of the family, Shang Jing, who was born in the same year as Xie Lingqiao.When Shang Jing saw Xie Lingqiao approaching, she remained motionless, without saying a word, and looked at him.

Xie Lingqiao saw that she was crying just now, and she was still crying, but she never made a sound.He didn't know why the other party was crying, and he didn't understand the ins and outs. He hesitated for a moment, then took out the tissue he had with him, walked up to her, knelt down, and handed the tissue to her.

If the girl is crying, he can't stand aside like a wooden stake.

The paper is plain, at least it looks pure. When it was handed to Shang Jing, Shang Jing's expression was frozen for a second. In front of her eyes, Xie Lingqiao's face was against a little halo. The eyebrows all look clean.

Like a person floating down from a certain book or painting, not in the usual repetitive days with occasional turbulent waves.

Xie Lingqiao didn't say anything, but his expression was soft.This kind of soft breath makes people think of some beautiful things, such as the seaside swept by the waves in April, the peach blossoms in full bloom in the mountain temple, and a string of wind chimes under the eaves in the old days...

Shang Jing's expression finally changed a little. She lowered her eyelashes, took the tissue, and wiped away the tears and makeup from the corners of her eyes.She squatted beside the bookshelf, her figure curled up together.

But after wiping away her tears, Shang Jing didn't get up, she was still hiding in this corner.

There was a heavy, ashes-like aura about her.

Seeing that she stopped crying, Xie Lingqiao felt that she was even more sad.He didn't know what happened to her, but he vaguely felt that he couldn't ask rashly, maybe... it would poke someone's scar.

Xie Lingqiao stood beside her with his back against the bookshelf, and did not leave.Two people are squatting and standing, facing another row of bookshelves, and the picture seems to be still.

After a while, Xie Lingqiao looked around and saw a piano placed aside.There is a faint fragrance of ink floating in the air.He thought - when he met Shang Jing a few days ago, the other party happened to be carrying an electronic piano on his back and hurried out.

"You know the electronic organ, right?" The boy turned his head and asked Shang Jing, his voice was soft, and there was no look of impatience on his face.

"Well, yes." Shang Jing raised her eyes, but her voice was dry and hoarse, perhaps because she was immersed in sadness.

"Then can you sing?"

"know a little."

Xie Lingqiao nodded, took a step, walked to the piano, first blew away the dust that may have accumulated, wiped it off, and then sat down, his eyes were calm, but there was a little concern that was not fake, gentle and clear, he pulled the corner of his mouth a little , smiled warmly: "Then let's play music."

Shang Jing stared at him blankly, without speaking.

Xie Lingqiao put his hands on it, tried the sound first, then recalled the score of a certain song in his mind, and played the prelude slowly, the music flowed out like flowing water in a quiet night——

Shang Jing knows music. Not only does she like to play and dance with people from all walks of life, but she also likes to tinker with the violin and sing. As soon as she listens to Xie Lingqiao play a tune, she knows that the other party is definitely not a layman... Her attention can't help but be absorbed by the other party. Attract past.

Xie Lingqiao knows a lot of musical instruments. While playing, he closed his eyes to find the feeling, and then, amidst the music, he sang the first English lyrics in a low voice——

"It's a little cold in paradise tonight..."

(Translation: Tonight's An Yi seems too indifferent. In order to read smoothly, the subsequent lyrics do not use the original words and directly use the translation)

"True love dies

Looking for a shelter, reassuring myself that everything will be safe..."

Xie Lingqiao seldom sang in front of people, but the time he performed at the school celebration performance was considered to be a voice bestowed by God, a talent and spirituality, and the boy's singing voice was pure and moving, when he was in the basement study , In the dim light and the fragrance of ink, playing and singing such a song sounds very sincere and pure.

So there was a comfortable feeling like warm water, which surrounded Shang Jing.With red eyes, she silently stared at the boy who was playing and singing.

It seems to hear a brand-new, pure and inclusive world with infinite aura unfolding in front of your eyes.In that world, everything can be stretched freely.

"I'm already trying, like protecting a baby bird learning to fly

please allow me to stand shoulder to shoulder with you

In that dark night, I got to be by your side

My eyes don't lie..."

Shang Jing had heard this song before, and at this moment, hearing the boy's singing, her chest was throbbing, and after another half a minute, she couldn't help but also opened her mouth, and sang along:

"Can you feel you feel my

CanyoufeelmytearsTheywon'tdry

Can you feel it, can you feel it?

Tears over this barrenness

with its lonely and withered master

Don't stop, please don't stop so it doesn't fly away

Go on, go on, so we can grow from the heart..."

At the end of the song, Shang Jing breathed calmly, and the originally silent eyes seemed to reflect a little bit of light in the depths of the darkness.When she came back to her senses, she realized that she had walked to Xie Lingqiao's side at some point.

After Xie Lingqiao finished playing and singing, he also carefully listened to the part where Shang Jing sang along, looked at each other, and encouraged him: "Your voice is very distinctive, and you may be able to make great music."

He really felt very special.

Shang Jing's eye circles were still red, and finally, slowly, she smiled for the first time in days, staring at Xie Lingqiao: "Thank you." What she thanked was the other party's singing and company.

The makeup on her face was almost done, and there was no heavy makeup to cover it up. The girl's original appearance was still childish and beautiful.

Before Xie Lingqiao could answer, Shang Jing thought, what, the corners of her mouth were pulled down again, and there was something heavy in her eyes, and she said to Xie Lingqiao, "Your name is Qiaoqiao, right? Qiaoqiao——"

"Our business is not a beautiful place. If you can stay away, it's better... It's better to divorce my dad if you can."

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Returning to the ground from the basement, seeing the light again, Xie Lingqiao passed the lawn and returned to the living room on the first floor.

At this point in time, no one passed by the living room for the time being, so the boy lay on the carpet alone, flipping through niche magazines to pass the time.

His white feet with his shoes off were up in the air, swaying, his legs were slender and well-proportioned, and the arc of the instep was also beautiful.

"Jojo." A male voice came from behind.