[Star Volunteer] Spare tire love

Also in January, New Year's in New Zealand is warm and humid with flowers in full bloom.

When Ji Xiang got off the plane, he was a little surprised to see that the person who came to pick him up was Du Sichen - he didn't expect him to come in person.Five years had also left some marks on his face.

Although his eyes are still determined and the corners of his mouth are slightly mean, and although his whole body is still full of unquestionable strength and presence, the corners of the eyes and brows of the young master of the Du family are still a little more frosty, just like the past five years. However, there was someone or something that broke his heart and hurt him to the bone, as if in the past five years, he also had countless sleepless nights wandering around anxiously and helplessly.

Got in the car, all the way silent.

An hour and a half later, the car drove into a mountain villa halfway up the mountain.

When entering the mountain, Ji Xiang noticed the words "private property" written on the wooden sign standing by the roadside.Occasionally, hidden camera probes can be seen in the middle of the bushes.

He sighed slightly.

This is probably the biggest reason why he couldn't find Yunqian.

The Du family is rich and powerful, fully capable of blocking news, and has industries all over the world.The inviolability of personal property in the West is not only the law, but also the belief and common sense. No matter how hard he tries, even if he asks Tocles to use the power of the Muller family, there are still too many corners that he cannot reach.

It was a three-story white villa.Roses, lilies, gardenias and even jasmine are planted in the front yard. The slightly weird combination makes people feel a little strange. After all, it is gardening in a high-end villa. There is one thing in common: the aroma is very strong.

However, Ji Xiang has no time to worry about these things.

His mood at the moment is probably incomprehensible and indescribable to anyone, even himself.

Walking in the spacious and empty corridor, the curtains are blown by the wind outside the window,

Then, Du Sichen stopped in front of a double door,

Ji Xiang just felt that his heartbeat suddenly slowed down at this time, so slow that it was about to stop.

"Wait a moment."

Before opening the door, he suddenly said something.

Du Sichen looked back at him with cold questions in his cold eyes.

"sorry."

Ji Xiang didn't dodge.Facing the uncomfortable gaze, he was very serious, as if every word came from the depths of his soul.This is an apology to Du Sichen alone, for failing to live up to his trust, entrustment, and his most precious sister.

The light in Du Sichen's eyes flickered.Then,

"I do not accept."

Pushing the door open without any nonsense, Ji Xiang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked in.

This is a fairly spacious suite.

The two of them were standing in the outer room, which was equivalent to the porch. It had no windows and was a little dark. The main living room was connected to the main living room through a huge arch. It was very spacious and could host a small dance.

Regardless of whether it is the outer room or the inner room, there are white clouds drawn on the sky blue wallpaper, which is very beautiful, but there is no furniture at all.Not a table, a chair or even a small stool.empty.

Ji Xiang has no time to pay attention to this,

His gaze was completely occupied by a certain figure inside, and his ears could not hear anything except her laughter.It's her, it's her, it's her.

Nearly 2000 days and nights have passed, and time has not taken away the traces of her in his heart. Every picture, every smile, every tear, he remembers, and then repeated, deepened, and fermented under the gestation of the years.

Now, after countless winds and frosts, loneliness, despair and persistence.

She finally appeared before him again,

However, his vision was suddenly blurred and he couldn't see her appearance clearly.

Because there are tears in the eyes.

Long time no see, Du Yunqian.

Ji Xiang wiped his face, took a deep breath, and wanted to walk in, but was blocked by Du Sichen.

"Wait a minute, I have something to say."

Ji Xiang froze for a moment, looked at him, but immediately turned back to her in the distance, with greedy eyes.At this time, he was reluctant to spend any time to pay attention to others. He only had her in his eyes.

She still has long dark brown hair and a slender figure. She was wearing a light-colored dress and was playing with a child in that empty and spacious room.

Holding that little hand and dancing, spinning, laughing and screaming from time to time, smart, beautiful, like a butterfly.

"If the roof of Maserati hadn't been pulled up at that time, Yunqian might have died."

Du Sichen's words hit Ji Xiang's heart like a heavy hammer, the nerves on his forehead twitched violently, his breathing stopped for a second due to the pain, and the beautiful and warm picture in front of him instantly began to tremble violently.

"What did you say……?"

This question is so labored and dry.

Because there is a word involved in it, death.

Once, how many nights, he sat by the bed and looked at those materials over and over again, looking at all the materials he could collect about the car accident, he couldn't confirm that it was her, but he couldn't be sure that it wasn't her either.

In addition to the torment caused by missing her and the pain caused by the hopeless search all these years, the heavy stone that weighs on his heart all the time is this car accident.

In case, she doesn't see him, he can't find her.It's because she is no longer alive...

He didn't dare to think that every time he touched him a little bit, he would desperately control his thoughts and escape to the distance, no, no, she must still be alive, still living in a corner of the world waiting for him to find her one day ...

"I said, even if it is a Maserati, at a speed close to 200, it loses its balance and rolls in the air for one lap, then lands and then rolls three laps and hits a tree. .”

There was no warmth in his words, as if the person said in the words was not his sister.

"If she hadn't had a satellite positioning system in her phone, if I hadn't used a helicopter, if she hadn't been taken to the hospital even 10 minutes late, she would have died- well, I admit that I thought about it in the next two years. But she might as well have died at that time, and saved the crimes she suffered later."

Du Sichen quietly looked at the girl in the circle dancing with the children, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Her ribs were all broken, and one of them pierced into her lung. Because of this rib, she spent 30 days in the intensive care unit, and I signed five critical illness notices."

When the warm air encountered these words, it seemed to condense into ice beads.

"A comminuted fracture of the femur of the left leg, a comminuted fracture of the ulna of the right arm, and a comminuted fracture of the toes of the right foot. Because they were embedded in a twisted iron plate, they were brought into the operating room with the cut iron plate. After it was taken off, the feet were already rotten. The bridge of the nose and brow bones were broken, and she still had the strength after waking up. Fortunately, she was not disfigured."

Du Sichen smiled, if that was a smile.

"Of course, it's nothing. If it doesn't include the huge pain during the long physical therapy and physical exercise later, it's really nothing." He looked back at Ji Xiang with sincere eyes, and sincerely hoped that he could understand The meaning of this sentence, and then turned around, staring at his sister with a mirage-like magical expression.

"Because of the severe impact, one of her vertebrae completely collapsed and broke. As a result, she may not be able to stand up, walk, lose consciousness below the waist, and lie in bed for the rest of her life. In addition, the impact caused her retina to detach, and her eyes out of sight."

Ji Xiang stood there, piles of descriptions swept him like sea water, he was numb and cold, like a statue.

"Do you think she is cute in front of you now? To be honest, I can completely understand this feeling, because I am the same." Du Sichen smiled strangely, like a child telling some kind of secret, "Can you understand when I saw Du Yunqian, who was broken to pieces on the hospital bed, still standing in front of me with a smile, what does it feel like?" He smiled, and walked over to look at Ji Xiang with a smile,

"Do you think I'll accept your sorry sentence?"

Take another step forward, almost close to his ear,

"Do you think your five-year search is still remarkable. If it were you, would you let this man come to see your sister?"

Ji Xiang didn't respond, there was nothing left in his world.

"Of course, except for hatred, I won't let you see Qian, and it's true that she can't see anyone in her state for five years. Except for her parents, it's me. Lying in bed for a year without moving or turning over is a battle." , At least out of danger, I have undergone various operations for a year, mainly bone, nails are nailed and then taken out, and the most important one is called balloon kyphoplasty, I don’t know if you have heard of it No, thanks to this advanced British technology, she was not paralyzed. The remaining two years were spent recuperating and healing, and the physical recovery was too painful for a man like me. I never let my mother come to see her for rehabilitation. , do you know why, because she has been lying down for too long, all the muscles have shrunk, and those wounds will scab and leave scars, and then the skin will shrink, it hurts and itches, you can't touch it, you can't touch it, and you can't turn on the air conditioner. In summer, she sweats When I saw the expression on the wound, would I just cry? She can't bear it at all..."

Du Sichen's words began to tremble.

"And the eyes, I have been struggling with the eyes for the past year, because her retina was damaged by external force, so she has to take care of it first, then undergo repeated operations several times before repairing it, and find a suitable retina... Can you believe it? Well, she is still invisible now, and she will have to wait for the last operation next month before she can recover her light..."

He finally couldn't continue, and was silent for a while. Not far away, the lively girl squatted down and gave the child a very intimate hug.

"Qian...maybe she wants to see you." Du Sichen could tell that he was trying to control himself. He didn't know whether it was to control his heartache or the urge to kill Ji Xiang. I still remember her demeanor when writing postcards. Her hands were not easy to use, and her eyes were still blind. She wrote more than 70 pieces in total. After writing for nearly half a year, she asked me to choose the one with the closest handwriting to normal. Send one to you... In the past five years, no matter how much pain, how severe the suffering, how unbearable, she never shed a single tear. She smiled when she entered the operating room, and she often joked with the nurses and doctors. Sweat and not tears dripped down her face as she leaned on the railing and moved inch by inch. There were only postcards, and she might not know that there were several handwriting on them that were blurred, why should you know..."

His tone slowed down, he didn't know if it was because of his sister's heart, or seeing the unspeakable pain on Ji Xiang's face,

"So, even though I absolutely don't want to, even though I really want to tear you to pieces, I still bring you here today. After all, if this matter is serious, it has nothing to do with you. But it's because of this kind of irrelevance that I let you I—" He couldn't continue, turned his head and took a deep breath.

"Brother? Is that you?"

At this time, someone suddenly heard someone talking, that familiar but unfamiliar voice for five years almost shattered Ji Xiang's body from the frozen state!

"It's me." Du Sichen took a deep breath and responded, his voice still vaguely unnatural.Du Yunqian had already walked towards this side, while the previous child was led by a servant to leave through the door next to him.

"What's the matter? The voice sounds weird." She approached and reached out to feel for it, but Du Sichen immediately held it back.

Ji Xiang finally saw her face so close again.

It seems that nothing has changed except for thinness and pallor.

Her demeanor and expression were still the same as the stubborn, generous, straightforward and intelligent manager he was familiar with.

It was as if none of the horrible experiences just now had happened to her.

"No." Du Sichen shook his head. Even though she couldn't see him, his expression was still soft unconsciously. It was hard to imagine that Young Master Du also had such a gentle expression on his face.

"Don't lie to me, my ears are very good now." She smiled narrowly, her expression was extremely cute. "Is someone making you unhappy again—hey, it smells like a stranger, who is it?"

Du Sichen didn't answer.Although Du Yunqian couldn't see it, he took a step in Ji Xiang's direction accurately, and he stood there, unable to move.

"He's my new assistant. He's not very comfortable yet, he's a bit reserved." For some reason, Du Sichen lied.

"No wonder your voice is wrong." Du Yunqian frowned, and deliberately flattened his mouth to complain to him, "You don't always criticize your subordinates, be careful that you won't be able to recruit anyone in the future."

Du Sichen sighed, spoiled and helpless.

"Okay, don't be awkward again, I'm the patient and I'm the oldest, come and drink tea with me." He said and pulled him towards the inside, not forgetting to wave in Ji Xiang's direction, "The new assistant Jun also Get up, don't be polite, my brother has a typical cold face and warm heart, just get used to it."

"How many times have I told you to slow down, it's not listening, watch your step—" Du Sichen said while walking,

"Brother, has no one told you that you have been nagging more and more in the past few years? This room has been cleaned by you, so there is no danger..."

The tea set and snacks were already set up on the small table under the umbrella on the terrace. The terrain here is a bit complicated. Du Sichen carefully handed Du Yunqian to the professional special nurse, and then watched nervously as she led his younger sister to sit safely. He sat on the chair and handed her the teacup.

"Oh, by the way, brother, have you heard Ziqi wrote a new song?" She sipped her black tea and said as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Understood. It's called 'Love Song', right?" Du Sichen twitched the corners of his lips, with a displeased expression on his face—he has a reason for his disapproval. Yao Ziqi, if you write a song, you can write it. If you win an award, you will get it. Award, at the award ceremony, he openly said that he would give it to a best friend, and Du Yunqian was mentioned by name. How much energy Du has spent over the years to suppress the messy things, God knows if he is so messed up now. Boring people pass boring news.

His precious sister is equivalent to being resurrected from the dead, and he absolutely does not allow anyone to do anything to her in any form, otherwise, he, Du Sichen, swears that he will use any means to destroy her!

Apparently, his sister also had a heart-to-heart connection with her brother, so she didn't care why his voice was full of reluctance.

"Brother, I'm almost on the mend. After the eye surgery next month, please contact Ziqi and the seniors. I haven't heard from you for 5 years. They must miss me very much."

"Besides, there is still a recovery period after the operation." Du Sichen put down his teacup.Sullen.

"Okay," Du Yunqian made a grimace, stuck out his tongue at him, and gave instructions to the maid. After a while, a woman sang in a low and lazy voice:

I think you're still in my room,

If you hurt me any more, I will leave.

I think love songs are sung too carefully,

Make you miss me,

There are no lingering scenes,

You love me without words,

No matter how dim the light is,

For whom are your tears shed.

"elder brother?"

The sound of the music gradually died down, perhaps aware of the long silence, Du Yunqian couldn't help asking in a low voice.

Ji Xiang vaguely recalled a book that said that blind people are very insecure, because they can't see, so they feel

The world may be infinitely large or infinitely small, so a little touch or sound or smell is always needed to give them a little boundary.

"Brother? Are you still there?" She stretched out her hand and groped in the air, the smile on her face had disappeared.

Ji Xiang reached out and caught her.

That kind of touch has been unfamiliar for five years.

As if she had warm support, she smiled again.caressing his hand,

a long time,

"Don't leave me alone, you know, I'd be scared."

Ji Xiang approached her and squatted down halfway. These words made him hang his head suddenly, and there was a drop of water on the floor.

"Why don't you ask the question you always asked before today?"

She stretched out her fingers and held them staggeredly. He hung his head and did not answer.

"Don't you always like to ask me if I regret it or not?" Yunqian smiled, like the January wind in New Zealand, bringing the fragrance of gardenia.

"Actually, I regret it."

She closed her eyes, took a breath of the fragrant air, and her smile was as sweet as a flower, like a piece of music.

His tears fell drop by drop on the floor.

"In the past five years, I have always thought about what happened that day, and I always wondered what would happen now if I hadn't done that day? Would I still be lying in the hospital bed, would Ji Xiang marry me, would Big Brother Jin How about it...every time I think about it, I get a different answer."

She sighed softly, stroking the back of his hand with her fingers.

"If it were me now, I might not be so stubborn anymore and send Ji Xiang directly to Big Brother Jin with a little anger and revenge.

If it were me now, maybe I would leave a letter to him and buy a plane ticket to Antarctica to let penguins and polar bears accompany me to heal my wounds, so that even if I cry, I will freeze to ice and I will no longer be blindly sad.

If it were me now, I would save face for them, so that they would not dare to be together because of my thorn...

If it were me now... maybe I wouldn't be engaged to Ji Xiang at all...

If it were me now... I might have broken up with him early on...

That way...he still lives his life, then maybe he and Brother Jin will be together even if there are ups and downs...then I won't have a car accident and make my family worry about me for so long..."

She was smiling all the time, but he could hardly suppress his choking, sobbing and trembling,

"But no matter what, there is only one thing I don't regret. Even if time goes backwards and I make another choice a hundred times, I will still go and love him."

Her hand stroked his hair lightly, so softly, like the first ray of sunshine rising in spring,

"So, I'm sorry, even if I do it a hundred times over again, I still can't control my heart. Whether you love me or not, you are destined to bear all the happiness or pain with me..."

He finally threw himself into her arms, hugged her waist, knelt on the ground and buried his head in her warm breath, crying loudly.

Accumulated and owed five years, even a lifetime of tears,

and love,

In this moment burst together,

freed,

and paid off.

the sky is very blue,

The wind was light.

Yunqian,

I love you.

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Next, I will post a few episodes authorized by the author Liuhe. The author is: Su Xueran Xianchen

Extra Story - Byron's Verses

When Ji Xiang returned to the age of innocence from the set, there was still more than an hour before the regular meeting.It seemed that Yao Ziqi and Shen Weizhen hadn't arrived yet, only Yunqian was sitting at the big desk with a fountain pen in his hand, and he didn't know what to write in his notebook.

After brewing coffee with milk from the tea room and handing it to her, Yunqian raised her head and smiled, said "thank you", then lowered her head and continued to write and draw.

The normally noisy girl was suddenly so quiet, Ji Xiang couldn't help becoming interested in the things in her hands.So he pulled away another chair by the table and sat down against the back of the chair: "What is this?"

"Programming a self-made record." Yunqian took a sip of coffee, "You wrote "Byron's Verses."

"Byron's Verse"?He remembered.At that time, it was the engagement ceremony between Jin Haoxun and Xiao Yili, and he had shed tears in front of Yunqian—then silently handed the "Byron's Verses" to Yunqian the next day.

Byron's verse, Byron's loss.

Ji Xiang still remembers his gloomy tone at that time and tried to pretend he didn't care - "I wrote something casually, if it works, use it, if it doesn't work, throw it away."

At that time Yunqian didn't say anything, just accepted it silently, and never mentioned it again after that, Ji Xiang almost thought she really threw it away.

Her voice pulled him out of his memory - "Ji Xiang, do you think this is okay?"

"Ok?"

"I have an idea." Yun Qian smiled, "Shencai Art has been promoting, saying that Murong Hexi will release a classical style album that demonstrates his professional music accomplishment, but it has been procrastinating and procrastinating, which has whetted everyone's appetite. , I don’t know why it was canceled recently, which made the market full of complaints.”

Ji Xiang nodded: "Then what do you mean?"

"I mean, while you wrote this "Byron's Verse", we might as well make an album out of it, this song is the main song, and the rest of the songs are all from Byron's original poems in English. It is composed of excerpts from short stories or long stories. Now the record market is flooded with saliva songs, and there has been no real 'nutritious' album on the market for a long time- let this shock them and show our musical skills."

"And aiming for the best album at the next Golden Melody Awards," he understood her intentions, "As you wish, just don't ask me to sing."

Ji Xiang has never liked to sing the songs he wrote. This habit has been around for a long time, and he doesn't know why.When flying in the sky, Jin Haoxun often said that the songs you and Yiqing wrote for each other are really perfect.

Jin Haoxun... Thinking of this name, Ji Xiang's mind was a little blank.

Yunqian knocked a stack of materials on his head with a "slap": "This girl has worked so hard to prepare the Golden Melody Award album for you here, but you actually said not to let you sing!"

Ji Xiang came back to his senses, as if joking, one corner of his mouth turned up.

"I don't want to sing the songs I wrote." He looked at Yunqian, "But I can help you choose poems and compose music. English songs, you grew up abroad, so it shouldn't be difficult to interpret."

Yunqian ignored him, took a book next to him and opened it.

It's Selected Lyrics of Byron.

Byron... Ji Xiang fell into memories again.In those days when he was alone in Europe, apart from music and occasional visits to Yiqing, he was often accompanied by Byron, Shelley, Keats...

"Sowe'llgonomorea-roving," (well, we don't roam together anymore)

A soft voice interrupted him.

Listening to her usual stubborn tone, listening to her noisy, listening to her whirling and turning in the recording studio, this is the first time Ji Xiang heard her recite poems.

"Solate into the night,

Though the heart bestilla loving, (though the heart is still infatuated)

Andthe moonbestillasbright." (Although the moon is still so bright)

It's a beautiful feeling.Ji Xiang closed his eyes.

"Forthes word out wears sheath, (for the sword wears its sheath)

Andthesoulwearsoutitsbreast, (the soul also wears outitsbreast)

And the heart must pause to breathe, (this heart must pause to breathe)

Andlove itselfhaverest." (Love also has a rest time)

For the first time, Ji Xiang felt that Yunqian's voice was very nice.When reciting poems, she need not speak the English she is familiar with; her usual decisive tone has also changed, and it is soft and tactful that she has never heard before.She has an excellent grasp of the ups and downs of the syllables, high and low, rising and falling.

Like a nightingale.

"Thoughthe night was made for loving, (though the night was made for loving)

Andthedayreturnstoosoon, (soon, soon it will be dawn again)

Yetwe'llgonomorea-roving, (but we're no longer roaming together)

Bythenightofmoon." (Stepping on this watery moonlight)

After reading a poem, Ji Xiang opened his eyes.

Yunqian shook her head slightly, almost imperceptibly. "I thought you'd be willing to sing the lines..."

"You read well." Ji Xiang interrupted her with a smile, "I composed the music, but it may not be as good as yours."

Seeing the slight disappointment on her face, I added: "But I will try my best to match the song well."

"Hey, Ji Xiang," Yunqian closed the page, her tone was still soft, "I suddenly felt that they might think you are like Byron."

"them?"

"I mean your fans and movie fans. Look, Byron, you are proud, mysterious, lonely, stubborn, and rebellious—this is really the position that Gossip Weekly gave you." Yunqian finished drinking the coffee that was about to go cold, and smiled. road.

Ji Xiang raised his eyebrows: "I don't care what they think of me,"

"But I care, I can't let the head of the soaring sky become a gossip reporter's so-called role that can only rely on gossip news to maintain exposure—" He resumed his usual decisive tone, but obviously breathed a sigh of relief It made her uncomfortable to say such a long sentence, "Although I know you are not."

Before Ji Xiang could react, she handed over her notebook and turned to a certain page.

——It's the song "Sowe'llgonomorea-roving" just now.

"I tried to compose the music myself, but I still think it's better for you to interpret classical music." She shrugged, "I don't think I can reach the level of the teachers at the Vienna Conservatory of Music."

Ji Xiang tried to hum according to Yunqian's score.Surprisingly, the feeling is quite good - the song does not feel exquisite at first, but after careful reading, I found that the whole song has a feeling of flowing clouds and flowing water, it is a hazy whole, and there is a beautiful and long poetic flow in it.It should be that the poetic interpretation makes up for the shortcomings of the composition itself.

"Just a little modification." He said approvingly. "That's great. You're better than some of my professional students."

Yunqian smiled brightly, and the smile made people feel full of vitality.

"Then, Teacher Ji, since you think my writing is good, would you like to sing my song?"

He laughed too.This girl really took great pains to get him to release this album, and singing the works of her favorite poet seems to be a happy thing——

"Hmm. Okay."

Ji Xiang nodded, looking at Yunqian smiling like a flower, her bright expression, with a little cunning persistence, reminded him of Yiqing.

Yiqing... I wonder if you are doing well in Europe.

He smiled and shook his head, Yiqing has Yiqing's life, what he has to do now is to show his professional background and prepare this "classic album".

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"Byron's Verses" received a lot of praise after it was released, and the foundation of Ji Xiang's Vienna Academy of Music once again became the focus of the media - "the perfect combination of classical and popular", "Ji Xiang and Murong Hexi, who is the real music Your son?"

Entertainment Weekly and Evening News are always creating tit-for-tat topics.

But Ji Xiang only remembered that that evening, he heard that stubborn girl recite Byron's verses in a gentle voice.

Well, at least on this point, he and she are the same, they both hide romance and affection in a certain corner of their hearts——

Just never released.

He didn't tell Yunqian that when he heard that poem, he also thought of soaring into the sky. "Well, we don't roam together anymore", like a portrayal of him with someone.

My heart stops, wondering if I can breathe here in the age of innocence.

Ji Xiang didn't know that what he brought and what he will get here are full of sunshine - palms full of sunshine.

Extra Story - Valentine's Day special clip:

On the night of Valentine's Day, the air in the bar was a little more ambiguous and tender.

I sat at the bar counter and thought about it, watching the bartender with interest as he mixed colorful cocktails.

A man sat next to me, and tapped the back of my hand lightly with his right hand that put down his wine glass, with slender fingers—"Miss, can we talk?"

The way is quite gentle, and there are beautiful hands.I turned my head and looked at him with a smile.Slightly alcohol-smelling, his eyes seemed a little blurred, his dark red hair covered his face, and his expression looked very sexy under the dim yellow light.Leaning her body slightly, it was just the right kind of indulgence.

He looked at my face carefully: "I said, where have I seen you, miss."

"In a dream, Mr. Boring Bridge?"

He laughed, "What wine do you want?"

"Dear."

"no problem".He beckoned, the bartender brought black whiskey, he poured half a glass for me, but pressed his finger on my lips.His face was close, and his breath brushed my face slightly.A little itchy and numb, but also just the right temptation.

"but--"

Then his thin lips pressed against mine.I stick out my tongue shallowly, lingering at this strange yet familiar outline, warming his once cold lines, tasting his taste.His tongue stuck into my mouth, bringing the mellow smell of alcohol.We kissed each other and separated a little.I concentrated on kissing the corner of his mouth, wondering how to speak such beautiful French there.

He put his arms around me, wrapped his other arm around my waist without the wine glass, responded to my kiss on the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Wow."

Nose to nose, he smells like Belgian bonbons.I looked up into his eyes and smiled slightly, who took advantage of whom?

"Come with me." He paused, with a rare sly expression, "Mrs. Ji."

"Okay, Mr. Ji."

Postscript: In the game, spending Valentine's Day with Ji Xiang in a bar is too depressing, so I just write a story about Ji Qian flirting in a bar on Valentine's Day after marriage, beating the ground

Extra Story - "whenwetwoparted"

pat.

A tear slid across Du Yunqian's cheek and fell to the ground.Ji Xiang lowered his head, the curtains were blown up slightly by the wind, and the pages of the book on the table were flipping over.

Relatively silent.

"When we two parted

Insilence and tears,

(Think of the time when we broke up,

Silently weeping ;)"

——The "Ten-Year Album Review" of a certain music column is playing on the TV, and it just happened to mention Ji Xiang's "Byron's Verses".On the screen is one of the title songs in the album, the MV of "Whenwetwoparted", the heroine is Du Yunqian.

Ji Xiang still remembers that he made fun of Yunqian during the filming: Miss Manager, is the company too poor to hire other actresses to shoot the MV?I am afraid that the audience will be tired of our aesthetics.

Yunqian gave him a white look: I shot the MV of this song with you in the whole album, if it wasn't for saving money to take you to the UK for location shooting, do you think this lady would like to cry like a cat here?

Ji Xiang couldn't help laughing out loud with that posture, which looked like a black-hearted capitalist.

"Halfbroken-hearted

To serve for years,"

(premonition of years of isolation,

We can't help but be heartbroken ;)

——Ji Xiang picked up the Chivas Regal in the glass and took a sip, and his flying thoughts were brought back by the sense of taste.

so bitter.

Just like the four years, one month and five days of losing her.

He looked at a notebook spread out on the side of the table, and drew heavily on it again today.

—— Hearing the news that someone saw Du Yunqian in China, he immediately flew back from Switzerland.Then, still can not find