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At midnight, the whole city fell into a deep sleep, but the nightclubs were brightly lit.

In the box on the second floor of "NOTTE", seven or eight people chatted and frolicked with wine glasses, all of them were women, with fair skin and beautiful clothes, and the air was filled with light fragrances of different flavors.

Today is Jiang Yu's 32nd birthday, Pei Chutong specially organized a small private party for her, knowing that she doesn't like too much noise, so she just called a few friends who are familiar with each other to drink, chat and play some small games.

There was work in the morning, Jiang Yu almost forgot this day, only remembered it after Tian Lin reminded him.

So busy until noon, she returned to her studio, had dinner with the "family" of the team for her birthday, rested at Pei Chutong's house in the afternoon, and went to the nightclub in the evening.

In addition to friends present, there is also a young little sister Pei Chutong specially found for Jiang Yu - she knows that Jiang Yu has had conflicts with his little lover in the past two days, and she is not in a good mood. Change your mood.

The little sister is only 19 years old, a sophomore majoring in acting, young and moist, fresh and delicious, lively and easy-going, a few words can make Jiang Yu laugh out loud.

Jiang Yu put one arm around her waist, and held a goblet in the other. The colorful and dim lights from the ceiling fell on their faces.

"Drink less, your face is very red."

"I'm fine."

Her fair and tender face was flushed like rouge, and she looked like a beautiful and bright flower. Jiang Yu looked at her with blurred eyes, as if looking at another girl through this face.

"What should I do if I'm drunk?" Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The younger sister said softly, "You won't leave me alone."

The two looked at each other quietly.

The girl's eyes were like water, shining brightly, reflecting Jiang Yu's face, she couldn't help but get closer, her lips slowly pressed against Jiang Yu's face, touching the real temperature, she paused for two seconds, and then retreated.

Jiang Yu's heart trembled slightly, and his body froze for a moment.

"Sister, I want to kiss you here..." I pressed my fingertips against her bright red lips and rubbed them lightly.

Seeing that Jiang Yu didn't respond, the girl raised her head and leaned closer, her warm breath approaching little by little, like a heart-pounding heat.

The face of the child flashed in my mind, and it couldn't overlap with the girl in front of me.

Jiang Yu pushed her away and closed his eyes.

"elder sister?"

"I'm going to get some air."

She put down her wine glass, got up and left the box.

……

The corridor on the second floor is equipped with mirror-reflecting glass. The downstairs cannot see the upstairs, but the upstairs can clearly see the whole picture of the downstairs.At this moment, people were coming and going in the lobby on the first floor, the lights were bright, and men and women were drinking and shaking around the central stage.

A flower and vine swing was hung on the stage, and a young female singer was sitting on it in a sea blue dress, with white smoke rising like a fairyland.

Jiang Yu leaned against the railing, quietly watching the stage.

She remembered the first time she saw Cheng Suran.

Three months ago, shortly after she came back from Xiaodao after finishing the big show, she completely let go of her ex, and her relationship fell into a blank emptiness.She doesn't know what she likes or wants, but she is tired of being alone, so she has only two choices: falling in love or continuing to find a lover.

Falling in love is out of the question.

A serious relationship needs time and energy to maintain. She just doesn't have it, and she doesn't want to have it. Anyway, no matter how much she puts in, she will eventually separate. It's a waste of time and energy. It's better to focus on your career.

All that remains is to continue looking for a lover.

But what are you looking for?Without the shadow of her ex in her mind, she lost the template for finding a lover. She couldn't even find out her own preferences.

Until the evening of August [-]th, I saw Cheng Suran.

The fairy mist curled up on the stage, and the girl was sitting on a swing, with soft and long black hair hanging loose, and a light and elegant white gauze dress, with thin pink lips and a small sharp chin exposed under the silver mask, mysterious and provoking prying eyes.

At that time, like now, Jiang Yu stood by the corridor and looked down intently.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he had a strong intuition at that moment—it was her.

She was what she was looking for.

Later, I ordered people to sing on the second floor, and then asked Tian Lin to test and talk in detail. After waiting for more than half a month, the more I waited, the more itchy, and finally on the night of August 27th...

On the evening of August 27, at 827930:[-], [-].

Before I knew it, three months had passed.

Why isn't she tired...

At the end of a song, the stage swing slowly descended, and the female singer left the stage.

Jiang Yu withdrew his thoughts and looked down at his watch. Just after zero o'clock, her 32nd birthday also passed, so she took out her mobile phone to reply to the remaining WeChat messages, and accidentally switched to the trumpet.

She was startled, then suddenly realized, and hurriedly cut back.

But it was too late.

The phone vibrated, and more than a dozen unread messages appeared on the screen. The red dot was eye-catching as if it was tempting. Jiang Yu stared at it and hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back, and clicked in.

Good morning and good night for several days in a row, and today's...

gift.

At this time, another message was sent, sixteen hours after the previous one.

[Sister, I’ll go to bed first, if you drink, don’t drink too much, have fun, good night. ]

Jiang Yu frowned, his expression slightly condensed.

Slowly slide your fingertips back.

Looking at the gift in the photo, she felt a stuffy feeling of suffocation and breathlessness, as if the balance she had worked so hard to maintain in the past few days was broken, she lost control, and was a little irritable.

After a long while, she put away her mobile phone, and beckoned to the waiter not far away.

"Boss Jiang, do you need anything?"

"cigarette."

"Ok."

After a while, the waiter brought cigarettes and lighters.

Jiang Yu took out the money, hesitated the moment he pressed the lighter, but he did it anyway, a yellowish blue flame shot up and lit the long and thin cigarette.

Martians are like dim lights in a bedroom.

With the filter in her mouth, she took a sip, and the faint coolness mixed with a little bitterness melted away, stimulating the nerves, and instantly relieved a lot of boredom.

"cocoa--"

When Pei Chutong came out of the box, she saw Jiang Yu leaning against the railing. His slender figure was shrouded in clouds and mist, and she felt a little lonely. She was startled, and leaned over lightly, "What's the matter? Are you still in a bad mood?"

"No." Jiang Yu glanced at her, smiled and shook his head.

"After quitting for only half a year, I started smoking again, and I still said I didn't."

"..."

"Do you still like that sister just now?" Pei Chutong changed the subject.

Jiang Yu said absently, "It's pretty good."

"Leave it if you're satisfied. I'll give it to you, and I'll give you the money and resources. It'll be a big birthday gift for us, Coco." Pei Chutong said while brushing up the broken hair on her sideburns and tucking it in. behind the ear.

"No need," Jiang Yu exhaled a thin puff of smoke, "Good resources should be given to those with potential, there is no need to waste them on such things."

Seeing her vicissitudes, Pei Chutong sighed silently and didn't speak any more.

The two stood side by side under the lamp.

Ruan Mu watched them silently from behind.

The female singer who left the stage returned to the stage and sat on the swing. This time she sang "Sentimental" by Populus euphratica, with a soft, gentle and affectionate voice.

Jiang Yu looked down at her.

"cocoa……"

"Ok?"

"It's just a little lover. If you are so worried, you won't..." Pei Chutong put his arms around her shoulders, and whispered to her ear, "Have you really moved your heart?"

"Impossible." Jiang Yu's expression was indifferent, without the slightest wave in his eyes, but he took a puff of the filter, burning most of the long and thin cigarette instantly, and the remaining ash fell down.

Pei Chutong clicked her tongue and narrowed her eyes slightly, "Then you..."

"It's late, I'm a little tired, I'll go back first." Jiang Yu interrupted her lightly, and turned around.

Inadvertently bumped into Ruan Mu's sight behind him.

All three were stunned.

Jiang Yu calmly removed the hand on his shoulder, nodded at Ruan Mu, and passed her into the box.

"What are you doing out here?" Pei Chutong lowered her face, her eyes a little unnatural.

Half of Ruan Mu's body was hidden in the shadows, looking at her indifferently, his cold profile softened a bit, "My duty."

"..."

……

Back to the hotel has been 12:30.

The huge living room was empty, all the lights were on, the light cast the shadow of the huge ceiling on the ground, it was too pale and glaring, and there was an inexplicable sense of loneliness that people went to the building and the tea was cold.

Jiang Yu searched around from room to room, but couldn't find any presents. Finally, he turned his eyes to the second bedroom with the closed door. After thinking for a moment, he gave up the idea.

She sat on the sofa and opened WeChat.

One message after another flashed before my eyes, from the end of August to today, the more I read it, the more depressed I felt, a gloom choked in my heart and I couldn't get it out.

Finally back to today, that gift photo.

She was looking forward to it.

But also regret.

What about gifts?

If I could have seen it sooner, I would have come back sooner...

Jiang Yu took a deep breath, threw the phone aside, took out a cigarette case from his bag, took a cigarette, lit it urgently, and brought it to his mouth to take a puff.

Thin smoke surrounded her, blurring her cold facial features.

——Because you are you.

These words echoed repeatedly in my ears.

For so many years, she desperately wanted to get rid of her former self and be reborn in a brand new environment, but today she finally understood that what shed again and again was just the old skin, and she remained the same, it was she——

A humble and fragile person shivering in a small dark room on a rainy night.

Rather than the title and aura that others bring when they introduce her.

She is she?

No matter what she looks like, someone will defend her without hesitation, right?

Jiang Yu closed his eyes and leaned back.

——Because you are you.

That look, tone, emotion... Are the kids tempted?Violated the terms of the agreement?Should she terminate the contract immediately to prevent all this from falling out of control.

There was a sudden sound of the door opening behind him.

Jiang Yu opened his eyes, turned his head, and slowly stood up.

"Sister, you're back..." Cheng Suran stood at the door of the bedroom, not looking sleepy at all, with a joyful look on his face.

Jiang Yu restrained his emotions, and asked lightly, "Where's the gift?"

As he said that, he bent down, put out the unfinished cigarette in the vat, picked up the phone, clicked on the photo, and shook it at her.

Cheng Suran was startled, his eyes flustered suddenly, he hesitated for a while, then pointed to the door and said, "It's outside...in the trash can."

Jiang Yu frowned, didn't bother to ask why he was in the trash can, and turned around like a gust of wind to go out.

There is a small entrance hall outside the door, and there is a cylindrical trash can beside the elevator. She forgot her cleanliness for a moment, and reached into it with her bare hands. One hand was not enough, but two hands, fortunately, there was a gift box on the top, and she put it He picked it up and went back to the house like a gust of wind.

Cheng Suran still stood there.

Seeing the familiar gift box being brought in by Jiang Yu, his heart tightened suddenly, filled with regret, and he walked over belatedly.

Jiang Yu put the gift box on the tea table, and directly tore off the ribbon and wrapping paper with her hands, revealing the light brown paper box with a lid inside. She couldn't wait to open it and took out the gift.

The transparent acrylic box contains two miniatures respectively.

One is the show catwalk, and the other is the garden swing. Standing on the runway is her little self, and sitting on the swing is her little self.

"This is..." Jiang Yu raised his head.

Cheng Suran pursed her lips, and said in a low voice: "The left side is your career, which is what everyone sees, and the right side is your life, away from the camera, you are also an ordinary person, it is... I see you."

The proportions of the model are exquisite, the scene is very realistic, and some details are restored very well. It can be seen that the people who made it put a lot of thought into it.

It feels slippery and cool to the touch, I don't know what material it is.

"Did you do it yourself?"

Cheng Suran nodded obediently: "Yes, use clay."

A flash of surprise flashed in Jiang Yu's eyes.

"I don't know what you like. I feel that you definitely don't lack clothes, bags and cosmetics. Fans have given you everything you can think of, so... I think handmade is more commemorative. The materials are all paid by me from a part-time job. Bought it, um...sister, do you still like it?"

The girl looked at her with a cautious tone, but her eyes were full of expectation.

Jiang Yu's eyes softened, and he slowly raised the corners of his lips: "I like it very much."