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On the stage, the nine-story ladder is stacked one upon another. The white gauze spread on the ground is blown up by the blower. The beam of the spotlight circles two focal points on the highest step. The woman in a pure white gauze dress has her hair loose, her eyes Muttering hollowly:

"I fell in love with someone, persistently and sadly in love." The woman stumbled down the next step, her slender arms seemed to be withered, she struggled to catch the beam of light falling from above her head, her voice was hoarse and mournful: "He is so perfect , purer than flawless and transparent crystal; but he is so affectionate, anyone can pick tenderness and love from his arms."

The stage lights changed, and the man in the focus of the steps on the left was wearing a dark blue suit. He had short curly hair, and the delicate petals of the rose in his hand stretched out.He paced leisurely, following the woman's confession.

The venue was dark, Zhong Xincheng's mind was captured by the woman's whispers filling the space, he followed Yan Shu down, Yan Shu stopped suddenly, and he bumped into that person unexpectedly.

"Be careful, you sit inside." Yan Shu stretched out his hand to support Zhong Xincheng, and said close to his ear.

In a daze, Zhong Xincheng was stuffed into the middle seat in the front row. The neat audience, the drama that had already started, the darkness and the silent noise turned the atmosphere around, as if he was locked in a box that no strangers should get close to.Zhong Xincheng looked up at Yan Shu and saw him sitting down.

"What's wrong?" Yan Shu asked in bewilderment, he glanced at the huge gap between himself and the children, only then realized that they forgot to place the armrests of the seats.

But if the armrests are put down, the gap between each other will become larger, and it will be much more unfamiliar.

"It's okay." Zhong Xincheng shook his head, focusing on watching the drama.

On the stage, the man stepped on the floor of the lowest floor. He put the rose in his hand on the piano keys. When he looked up, he caught another woman walking slowly towards him: the woman in the one-shoulder dress wrapped in a scarf, impressively The girl I met at the door earlier.

The man smiled and held her hand, every expression was just right - admiration, obsession.

The confessing woman knelt on the high steps, she looked stupidly at the man and woman dancing together below, and murmured: "But he never gave me love."

"Why can't he love me?"

Can he, love me?

Zhong Xincheng's eyes were concentrated on the stage, and the confession hit the depths of his heart, his hand was on his thigh, and Yan Shu was very quiet around him.Zhong Xincheng pretended to straighten his clothes, turned his face to the side, trying to peek at his senior brother's slight expression, but when he raised his eyes, his eyes met unexpectedly.

Yan Shu stared at Zhong Xincheng naturally, the man's side face was abrupt and sharp at this moment, he tilted his head and blinked suspiciously to signal the child who was looking at him, his smile was suppressed, and he didn't speak.

His eyes said: Why look at me?

Zhong Xincheng was in a daze for a moment, and immediately looked away.

His heart was burning hot, his palm was burning with fire, countless pictures flashed, and Zhong Xincheng saw himself in the center of the stage in a daze - he was the one kneeling on the high place, and below was the vigorous Yan Shu.

Two years old is not too long, the experience and calmness brought by time have melted into him, tinged with the contradiction between arrogance and familiarity; whoever casts strict eyes on him will uncontrollably stay a little bit of his thoughts in his eyes.

Yan Shu has many roses, not stingy with the unique fragrance in the dark night, anyone can share one of them.For example, those beautiful girls, sunny, cheerful, gentle...

Countless people have said to Zhong Xincheng regretfully: Xincheng, you are smart and motivated, as long as you have a more cheerful personality...

Zhong Xincheng has nothing to offer, only a seemingly beautiful skin and a heart filled with ice cubes; if Yan Shu is willing to look over, he can still try his best to tidy up his appearance, pour out the ice, and cover his heart a little Warm it up for him.

But Yan Shu, are you really willing to see it?

The stage lights turned scarlet, the woman changed into a wool coat, white snowflakes fell from the sky, and the rusty metal awnings of old phone booths bent.She bowed and shrank inside, with only a pair of straight legs exposed to the audience's sight.

She stepped back slightly, reached for the phone, and the sound of dialing came from the auditorium stereo.

Drop drop-

"That day, I called him."

"I want to tell him, I love you."

"But I couldn't say it in the end."

There was exhaustion in the woman's voice, she put the phone down with difficulty, the spring phone cord jumped up and down, it jumped in front of the woman flamboyantly, and hit the iron railing.

"I heard another woman's laughter from the vague classical music."

"I have beauty, wisdom, and courage, so why can't I be loved?"

Zhong Xincheng closed his eyes, and he curled up in a dark corner, subconsciously staying away from Yan Shu who was sitting beside him; behind the sound effects of the auditorium was the sound of heavy breathing, like the unbearable hiss of a traveler after a long journey, exhausted.

Deprived of vision, the rest of the senses become sensitive, as if the breeze blown by the audience walking in the aisle can be clearly captured.He didn't know how long he let himself go, maybe only 1 minute, maybe a long time.

After a long time, the person beside him moved and called out tentatively.

"Xincheng?"

Zhong Xincheng was immersed in indescribable emotions, he refused to open his eyes, and the woman's intermittent words still echoed in his ears.

"Xincheng." Yan Shu murmured softly, his tone dropped. At that moment, Zhong Xincheng felt as if he let go of a piece of warm jade. The jade fell from a high altitude and fell to the ground, blasting a piece of shattered stone foam.

Someone crossed the restraint line of rationality in the dark, and held another hand with coolness.

Yan Shu's hand is hot, Zhong Xincheng is sure; the man's middle finger has a callus left by writing, which is rough but has a sense of reality; his hand is held, Yan Shu's movements are very light, he dare not use force, stealing only There is a chance.

"I can give everything to him, as long as he loves me; my body is just an empty shell, my soul can fall into the abyss, I made a promise, and I am desperate."

I'm desperate.

Zhong Xincheng opened his eyes, he suddenly clenched the knuckles of Yan Shu's hand that was still on him, his eyes were clear and pretended to be calm.He saw Yan Shu's astonishment for a moment, his blank expression was hidden in the darkness below the stage, only his protruding Adam's apple was rolling due to tension.

"Yan Shu, what are you going to do?"

It was the first time he had spoken to someone by their first name.

Like an invigilator in an examination room, he handed out a paper with only one question, spread it out in front of the answerer named Yan Shu, and guessed what answer he would get.

The clasped palms saw each other silently in the power confrontation, Yan Shu looked at Zhong Xincheng with a complicated expression, he subconsciously licked his lower lip, and remained silent.

The child seems to have caught a sparrow stealing millet, squatting outside the cage and playing with a knife, with ease forcing the sparrow to tell the motive and criminal behavior of the crime, and propose countermeasures depending on the degree of damage to the legal interests.

"What do you think?" Yan Shu held Zhong Xincheng's fingertips even tighter with his backhand, almost strangling him with such force. Zhong Xincheng frowned and was about to speak when he suddenly felt his seat being kicked by someone behind him.

Immediately afterwards, a little bear's head poked out, lying between the two of them.

"Well, I dropped my phone, can you help me pick it up?" The girl in the back row asked timidly. She tried to look at the feet of Zhong Xincheng and Yan Shu in the dim environment, but accidentally saw the hands they were holding .

girl:?

Zhong Xincheng: ...

Yan Shu: What kind of mobile phone do you use while watching dramas!

"Okay." Zhong Xincheng took his hands out of Yan Shu's shackles, bent down to look for the phone with a cold face, the phone fell so far that he had to squat down to reach it.

"Is there?" Yan Shu asked.

"I saw it." Zhong Xincheng stretched out his hand to touch it. He had to use Yan Shu's legs to support him. When he dragged the phone out, his head hit a piece of soft flesh.He glanced out of the corner of his eye, and found that Yan Shu was helping him to cover the iron corners of the chair legs with his hands, to prevent scratches.

"Thank you." The girl took the phone from Zhong Xincheng, and when she retracted it, she muttered, "The two handsome guys in the front row are shaking hands...?"

The atmosphere was gone, and they each had their own ghosts and were unwilling to mention another word. Zhong Xincheng finished watching the play in great torment, but Yan Shu still had no intention of continuing the topic.

"I'll go back first." Zhong Xincheng closed his eyes, turned and ran.

"Xin... okay." Yan Shu still wanted to say something, but there was no sign of anyone when he reached the point of his mouth.