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"I still can't do it." Tang Muyang looked at Arlene discouragedly while pulling the kite that had just floated up and then fell.

But the kite controlled by Arlene was flying higher and higher in the sky.

"You fly so high." She covered her eyes with her hands, trying to block the glare of the sun.

Arlene ran up to her: "Do you want me to teach you?"

"Your kite is flying high, how can you teach me?" she asked.

Arlene stopped in place, tugged at the thin string of the kite, and slowly waited for it to float down: "I can make it stop for a while."

Tang Muyang asked again: "But you have managed to fly so high, don't do it." Then he hurried forward, about to grab Arlene's hand.

Arlene quickly turned around to avoid her: "Hey, what are you doing? Let's fly again after falling." She continued to pull the kite.

It fell more quickly.

"For me?" she asked.

"Isn't that for sure? Don't I have to teach you? It's just a kite..." Arlene turned her head while talking.Seeing Tang Muyang's appearance, she was choked up and couldn't continue talking.

Tang Muyang cried.Crying so hard.

Arlene frantically tugged on the kite string, while babbling comfortingly: "What's wrong with you...? Why are you crying all of a sudden...? Did I do something wrong...?"

Arlene is not very consoling.

Seeing her crying more and more, Arlene herself knew this better.

After a while, the two of them flew her kite.

In the end, her butterfly kite flew much higher than Arlene's airplane kite.

Tang Muyang raised his head and squinted at her soaring kite, shaking in the air, with a smile on her face, and the sound was as crisp as bells colliding together.

……

She stayed in Wanchun, and Nie Chuan taught her to play the piano and sing. Although the teaching results were not ideal, it did not hinder the waves of applause and cheers from the audience.

Her various test reports have proved that she is a normal person, and the time that she was almost imprisoned in her ex-husband's house seemed so abnormal to her.Although Nie Chuan said over and over again that the test report showed "normal" results.

But people are more willing to believe her because those have become a little different.

The beauty with a tragic color makes people feel more pity, so it looks more beautiful, and it is easier for people to take out their wallets and paste money on her body.

At first Nie Chuan could explain, and then he started having fun with them.

No one regards Tang Muyang as a normal person, and many people are spending money on her to buy self-esteem.

"What's the matter? Everyone still calls her Moon. Moon, how noble." Nie Chuan's face was slightly drunk, the corners of his eyes were red, and he was a little drunk.

Today's late spring is a bit different. Nie Chuan played dance music, and the lights in the store shone wantonly, making it extremely noisy.

Arlene sat beside her, frowning.

A group of people in the store pushed Tang Muyang, she seemed a little at a loss, the crowd cheered and embraced her, more like threatening her wantonly.

She hugged the guitar in her arms tightly, her legs were tensely closed, and she kept moving backwards, but she was suddenly pulled and changed places.

"This is not good." Arlene wanted to go up and pull her down.

But Nie Chuan grabbed his arm.

She tilted her head, her fluffy hair ran down her neck and slid down to her chest.As she raised her glass, she squinted at Arlene.

After drinking it, she put down the glass.

"Everyone has to find a place for themselves. It doesn't have to be too high, and those who are at the bottom will be at ease. I spent so much time and energy saving her, and I am not doing charity. Let her do something for me in return, you Do you think there is something wrong with me? Look at how tightly you frown every day. "

She got closer, reached out and flicked Arlene's eyebrows.

"So you want to take back the kindness to her?" Arlene lowered her eyes, looking at Nie Chuan's hand holding the wine glass.

Nie Chuan smiled, put her arm on Arlene's shoulder, and the smell of alcohol came towards her face. She twisted her neck provocatively: "Xiaolin, tell me, how kind should I be? Is it because my fuel is exhausted? Only by lighting someone else's candle, then can I be considered kind?"

Arlene was silent.

"I actually forgot. It's not just me who has sympathy, but also Ashin." As he spoke, Nie Chuan lowered his head.

"What happened to brother Ashin?" Arlene asked.

Nie Chuan let go of Arlene and lay down on the table again, his hair covering her face: "It's nothing. I just fell in love with her."

After the words, there was another burst of laughter.

The laughter was full of sarcasm.

Soon, Nie Chuan turned from ecstasy to depression again.

"what would you do?"

She reached for a tissue and blew her nose.

"Nothing to do."

"What do you mean?" Arlene asked.It seems a little childish.

"You don't quite understand it now. You will in the future. It is difficult to correct a person's faults, and I don't expect Ashin to correct it at all. Either continue to endure, or stop the loss in time. There is nothing to say."

"I thought you would do something to Tang Muyang."

After hearing this, Nie Chuan chuckled: "That's why incompetent people go to trouble others."

The dance music continued, and the overhead lights kept changing colors.

Tang Muyang continued to be cheered and shoved, walking in panic.

Nie Chuan opened another bottle of beer and poured it into his mouth.She looked at Tang Muyang and squinted her eyes.

"Xiao Lin, don't keep getting too close to her, don't fly any moving kites anymore."

"Why?" Arlene asked.

"Who are you with?" Nie Chuan asked.

"I'm on my own."

Nie Chuan glared at Arlene, then raised her head and took another sip. The wine flowed down her chin, and she wiped the back of her hand: "Cut, brat."

Every time he saw Arlene come to late spring, Tang Muyang was very happy.

Arlene was unlike any child she had ever seen.

Usually after class, Arlene will come here, sometimes even stay here for a day, hiding in a corner of the sofa by herself, holding a pen and paper in her hand, painting and drawing, and sketching some graphics that she can't understand .

Only when Nie Chuan went out did Tang Muyang dare to get close to Arlene, sat down beside her, and quietly looked at the traces she left on the notebook.

"What is this?" Tang Muyang asked.

Arlene's pen paused: "I'm writing a song."

"To whom?"

"Jiang Man."

"Who is Jiangman?" Tang Muyang leaned forward and pinned the broken hair from his temples behind his ears.

Arlene smelled the pleasant fragrance coming from her body, she twisted her body and turned her back to Tang Muyang: "I have almost forgotten her face, but if I see her, I will definitely know her face." recognize her."

Tang Muyang rested his chin on Arlene's neck, looked at her ink-stained hands seriously, opened and closed his lips, and sprayed warm air around her ears, making her ears itch: " Arlene is unhappy, Arlene has always been unhappy. Is the reason why Arlene is unhappy because of Jiang Man?"

"do not know."

Tang Muyang stood up, walked around in front of Arlene, pressed his hands on the thick book, raised his eyes and looked at Arlene: "Let's go climbing the mountain?"

She had a faint smile on her face, and her clear eyes stared straight at Arlene.

Such a small sun slowly climbed up from the other side of the mountain.

A burst of jubilant joy.

The air is a little cold.There are many people waiting for the sunrise around, but it does not affect the beauty of the moment when the sun appears.The morning sun shines equally on everyone's shoulders.

Tang Muyang stretched out his hand, covered it, and said excitedly to Arlene, "I caught the sun."

Turning around, Arlene was nowhere to be seen.

Arlene still walked alone to a place with few people, to a remote corner with her back facing the sunrise, and kept digging the mud and rocks with her fingers, digging out a small pothole.

Tang Muyang stepped forward and squatted down like Arlene: "What are you doing?"

Arlene said nothing, gently picked up the dead bird next to her, and then slowly placed it in the pit.

Tang Muyang looked at Arlene's expression. She lowered her eyebrows and looked calm as usual.

"What happened to it?" Tang Muyang asked.

"I don't know, I picked it up."

The appearance of seriously burying the dead chaffinch.

The action of digging down was like pushing away the wooden coffin that buried her from the dark nest that had been silent for many years.

Tang Muyang lay quietly on the ground, in the rotten coffin, she heard the sound of the ground outside, the sound of the shovel hitting the stones, the sound of rain, and the singing of birds on the branches.

Arlene's heavy breathing was heard.

It was like the panting sound of her former husband pressing on her, no, it was much more beautiful than his.

Suddenly, Tang Muyang blurted out, "I like you."

Arlene raised her head, frowned, and looked at her strangely: "You're a girl. So am I."

"Isn't it Jiang Man?"

"Jiangman is too, but it's different, not a kind of liking, like the kind of liking for mother."

"A Lin likes Jiangman. I like A Lin." Tang Muyang read the words in his head silently, completely and self-consistently following the logic in his mind.

"Different."

"What's the difference?"

Arlene flicked the soil at her feet, holding it with both hands and sprinkled it on the dead chick until the feathers of the chick could not be seen at all, and there was only a small pit that had been filled on the ground, leaving traces of new soil on it.

Tang Muyang stared straight at Arlene, tears streaming down his face, his eyes were full of longing and passion.

Even trembling with excitement, his hands were tightly squeezed together.

Like a moth flapping its wings excitedly, surrounding the blazing flame, willing to embrace death without hesitation.

Everything is fine, whether it is life or death, as long as you can hug the person in front of you, feel every inch of her skin, and blend with her, everything is fine, everything is fine.

It just so happened that Nie Chuan was not there that day, and Ashin was the only one in Wanchun.

"Little Yang, I ordered this specially for you. How about going to have fun with me after drinking?" The man looked at Tang Muyang's plump body, with an ugly smile on his lips.

"Nie Chuan is not here, are you so bold?"

Tang Muyang shook his wine glass, and suddenly had an idea in his mind: "I won't tell Nie Chuan, but as a thank you, I will accept this glass of wine."

Before the man could speak, Tang Muyang had already left with his wine glass in hand.

She traded that glass of wine to Arlene.

His whole body was hot and weak.

The throat involuntarily made strange noises.

The whole person sank deep on the bed, as if something was firmly stuck under him.

Tears.

Blush face.

Dark water stains on messy sheets.

A plain shame.

With tears in her eyes, Arlene looked at Nie Chuan who broke in suddenly.

Nie Chuan raised his slap and slapped Tang Muyang's face fiercely, leaving a clear blood-red palm print. She shouted hysterically, "Is this how you treat people who treat you well?!"