The top idol is not a substitute

The two ended up in a Sichuan restaurant.

The food in the restaurant tastes bland, which is not what Yan Xuan likes. It will be hard for her to go out, and she must eat something she wants.

Originally, Yan Xuan planned to go to the barbecue restaurant next door, but unfortunately there were too many people there and it was easy to be exposed, so she gave up.

There were no customers in this Sichuan restaurant, only a couple, who looked a little old, and didn't seem like people who would pay attention to the Internet.

After entering the restaurant, Yan Xuan took off her mask, ordered two dishes at random, and then returned the menu to the boss beside her.

The boss stopped remembering the name of the dish, and looked at Song Xiangsi who was sitting opposite Yan Xuan: "Is this guest with you? Do you need anything else?"

Although the two entered the restaurant one after the other, they gave him a feeling that they were not familiar with each other.

But both of them wore hats and masks, and their mysterious appearances were exactly the same.

Song Xiangsi raised her head and hummed, then ordered another mapo tofu, and reminded the boss softly: "Don't make it too spicy, make it a little lighter."

The boss nodded knowingly.

Yan Xuan glanced at her, but did not refute.

After all, it's late at night, and it's really not suitable to eat too spicy.

Yan Xuan was about to reach out to grab the teapot on the table, but unexpectedly, Song Xiangsi got there first.

She silently took two clean plastic cups from the side, put them in the middle of the table, and poured tea into them with the teapot.

Then he pushed one of the cups in front of her.

Yan Xuan ignored it, but took another cup and poured a cup of tea by herself.

She is not without hands.

Song Xiangsi looked at the rejected cup of tea and pursed her lips, she was not angry or disappointed, but took the cup of tea rejected by Yan Xuan and drank it down in one gulp.

"What time do you go to the party tomorrow?" Song Xiangsi asked aloud.

Yan Xuan took a sip of her tea and asked, "Is it related to you?"

"They are also my students." Song Xiangsi held another cup of tea in both hands, and replied softly.

The temperature of the tea is not high, and there is only a slight heat from the cup to the palm.

"Don't act like you're responsible," Yan Xuan sneered, "Hypocritical."

Since the separation, Song Xiangsi heard these two words most often from Yan Xuan's mouth.

It seemed that no matter what, she could never get rid of the word hypocrisy in her heart.

After realizing this fact, Song Xiangsi felt a little dull pain in her heart, she lowered her head and took a sip of tea to cover it up.

The two didn't speak for a long time after that.

Until the boss served the food.

After dancing for a day, Yan Xuan was really hungry, and she couldn't wait to eat the food as soon as it was served.

Regardless of the reaction on the other side.

Song Xiangsi just wanted to come out to accompany her, she wasn't hungry, but at this moment she couldn't just sit there and watch Yan Xuan eat.

So, Song Xiangsi also opened up the chopsticks, and ate slowly with her.

For a moment, there was only the soft sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding on the table.

Occasionally, there would be a few loud noises outside the store. It was the people at the barbecue stall next door throwing their fists.

But the two people at the table were not affected, they just chewed and ate slowly.

After a long time, Yan Xuan stopped eating when she felt half full.

When she looked up, she found that Song Xiangsi had already paid the bill, and Yan Xuan frowned when she heard the notification that the money had arrived from the store.

When going out, Yan Xuan took the initiative to say something to Song Xiangsi: "The payment code, I will give it to you."

Song Xiangsi was startled, and said, "No need."

Yan Xuan stood on the bottom stone steps in front of the shop, looked up at her, and said in a bad tone, "Payment code."

Song Xiangsi pursed her lips tightly, and said after a few seconds, "Why don't you send me a WeChat message."

Yan Xuan was about to say yes, but the next second she remembered that she had deleted her WeChat before.

This is the meaning of asking her to add it back in disguise.

Yan Xuan rolled her eyes in her heart, and said coldly: "Don't even think about it, love or not."

I want to add friends, but there is no door.

After Yan Xuan finished speaking, she was ready to turn around and go back.

Although she was rejected, the corners of Song Xiangsi's lips twitched because of Yan Xuan's cute appearance.

However, in the next second, when she saw a person not far away who was taking pictures of her with a mobile phone, the expression on her face changed immediately.

Regardless of whether Yan Xuan would be angry or not, she reached out and covered the hat behind Yan Xuan on her head, and then grabbed her shoulders:

"Look down."

"Are you sick—" Yan Xuan didn't care about her quality.

He glared fiercely at Song Xiangsi, struggling to get rid of her control.

Song Xiangsi was stunned for a moment by the look in her eyes, and then came to his senses, and with a little more strength, he helped her move forward quickly, and whispered: "Someone is taking pictures."

"Someone photographed you and you're still so close to me, you're going to die." Yan Xuan kicked her calf.

Song Xiangsi hissed in pain, and then explained helplessly: "He didn't see your face."

Once you wear this hat and mask, no one will know who it is.

That person was not a professional paparazzi after all, seeing that Song Xiangsi found out, he slowly put away his phone and pretended to look elsewhere.

When he turned around, he found that the two had already gone far away, stomped his feet, and posted the photo on the Internet.

However, Yan Xuan's grievances towards Song Xiangsi did not end when they reached the program recording venue.

"Why are you so unlucky!"

"I'm unlucky?"

Song Xiangsi accepted what Yan Xuan said earlier, but when she heard the word "unlucky", she felt a little sad.

She still remembered that Yan Xuan said that she was her lucky star, the morning star, who brought her light.

Now she is said to be unlucky.

"If you are not unlucky, who will be unlucky? What's wrong with me going to have a supper? Why are you following me?"

"When I was photographed eating supper, the reporter could only write about meeting a certain actress in a downtown restaurant. Unlike now, I don't know what messy things will come out tomorrow."

Song Xiangsi opened his mouth and explained, "He didn't see you."

"Didn't see it?" Yan Xuan sneered, "Song Xiangsi, has your brain degenerated?"

"Is my coat new? They won't pick it?"

Song Xiangsi was taken aback by what she said.

Not only because of the words, but also because Yan Xuan... is so fierce.

It could be felt that Yan Xuan was on the verge of going berserk right now.

Song Xiangsi feels inexplicably wronged in her heart, but she also knows that she is stupid.

"Sorry, I didn't think carefully."

"Stay away from me, really, there is nothing good to be with you."

Yan Xuan sighed, she could only hope that the person who took the photo would not upload the photo online.

Otherwise, she will definitely be on the hot searches with Song Xiangsi again.

Song Xiangsi stopped suddenly, staring at her figure in a daze for a moment.

Once again, she truly felt that Yan Xuan was no longer the Yan Xuan she knew well.

"If something goes wrong, I'll fix it."

At this time, the two had arrived at the dormitory building and were standing at the elevator entrance waiting for the elevator.

Yan Xuan laughed when she heard the words, and suddenly stood up straight, looking at her seriously: "How are you going to solve it?"

When she suddenly met Yan Xuan's eyes, Song Xiangsi was in a daze and didn't answer immediately.

However, in Yan Xuan's view, it was a sign of guilty conscience.

"I'll teach you how to solve it," Yan Xuan folded her hands, saying every word clearly, "If it's really popular, you can write a statement, and the content is written like this——"

"My relationship with Yan Xuan is just an ordinary colleague. The picture shows a team dinner. Don't believe in rumors or spread rumors. Please don't maliciously speculate about my relationship with other irrelevant people."

Song Xiangsi listened to her words quietly, and when she heard her comparing herself to an irrelevant person, her eyes fluctuated: "It's not an irrelevant person."

"Of course, you can also add one of the most important words once and for all." Yan Xuan ignored her words and looked up at the display screen. Xuan has no relationship at all, and there will never be any in the future, anyone who speculates about the relationship between the two will be held legally accountable."

Song Xiangsi felt a sharp pain in her heart, like a needle prick, what Yan Xuan said was like a "death sentence" for her.

It's not possible now, and it won't be possible in the future.

After Yan Xuan finished speaking, she slightly raised her lips to Song Xiangsi: "In return, I will make the same statement."

Song Xiangsi opened her mouth but couldn't say a word, she stretched out her hand to grab her sleeve, and called out in a low voice, "Xiaoxuan... don't do this."

Yan Xuan mercilessly pushed her hand away.

Just as the elevator arrived, Yan Xuan walked in.

Song Xiangsi glanced at his empty hand, then looked up to find that the elevator door was already closing, and hurriedly pressed the button, and the elevator reopened.

She went in.

The floor that can usually be reached in ten seconds has not arrived today.

The display stopped at the third floor.

Suddenly, an alarm bell rang in Yan Xuan's heart.

Press all the buttons on the floors below.

Song Xiangsi had already noticed something strange, and pulled Yan Xuan who was standing in front of the elevator door.

"Close to the elevator, hug your neck and bend your knees."

Then he pressed the emergency call button on the elevator.

Even though it was late at night, the pick-up over there was still fast.

"The elevator malfunctioned and stopped on the third floor, and the two people in the elevator—"

The next second before he finished speaking, the elevator suddenly descended and sank.

Yan Xuan suddenly grabbed Song Xiangsi's arm, wanting her to stand aside.

The lights in the elevator suddenly went out, and even the monitors did not turn on.

The originally small space suddenly became dark.

Yan Xuan's breath was stagnant.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Song Xiangsi took out the phone and turned on the flashlight mode.

"Song Xiangsi," Yan Xuan was already holding her arm, but now she tightened her grip, "Why are you so unlucky."

At this moment, Yan Xuan's tone is not as strong and dissatisfied as before, and she is a little more aggrieved at this moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

If you were just sad when you heard this, but now you are full of heartache.

"Can you stay away from me?"

"sorry Sorry."

Song Xiangsi was also full of self-blame at the moment, she should have thought of the reason why the elevator stopped on the third floor and didn't move before she got on the elevator.

Yan Xuan only felt that the air in the elevator was getting thinner and thinner, and the light from the phone didn't make her feel any better.

She even thought of the sky that she could only look up, where all the lights were.

Yan Xuan tried hard to restrain herself.

She just heard that the maintenance man said to let them hold on for a while.

When Song Xiangsi noticed that the fingertips gripping her arm were getting stronger and stronger, she called her softly, "Xiaoxuan?"

However, Yan Xuan did not get an answer.

Yan Xuan's nails were almost embedded in her flesh, Song Xiangsi was in pain, but she also noticed Yan Xuan's strangeness, and comforted her softly:

"Don't be afraid, the maintenance personnel will come later."

However, at this moment, Yan Xuan could no longer listen to Song Xiangsi's words.

She dodged to the side suddenly: "There are worms."

Hearing the sound, Song Xiangsi took a picture with a flashlight and comforted, "There are no bugs, don't be afraid."

Yan Xuan shook her head violently.

The small space made her breathless, and she wanted to get out.

"help me--"

Yan Xuan's soft murmur made Song Xiangsi feel distressed.

"Sorry, Xiaoxuan."

Song Xiangsi suddenly hugged her, stroked her back, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, someone will come to save us later, don't be afraid of Xiaoxuan."

She felt a drop of moisture between her neck, and Song Xiangsi froze, hating herself for not observing the elevator properly.

Song Xiangsi vaguely understood that Yan Xuan's behavior was related to her childhood experience.

Some fears live in the subconscious of people and accompany them all their lives.

"Xiaoxuan, don't think about those unhappy things. Let me tell you the story of the bunny bride, okay?"

Yan Xuan's breathing became more and more rapid, she tried her best not to think about it, but it became more and more uncomfortable.

His fingers unconsciously gripped Song Xiangsi's arm tightly.

Song Xiangsi suffered from pain but didn't say a word, just hugged her gently to comfort her, said that one sentence over and over again, don't be afraid, and kept talking to herself, searching every fairy tale in her mind, telling her listen to her.

However, at this moment, Song Xiangsi felt the person in her arms hug her gently, and let out an inaudible soft murmur:

"elder sister."