bait [entertainment circle]

◎Ser elopes with a mysterious man on the street◎

Looking at the text message on the phone screen, Shang Lingjue glanced at the gift she had prepared on the other side of the table.

There was also a bottle of exquisite perfume on the side - the birthday gift that Ser gave him that year.

It was the same perfume that Sier had been using, but Shang Lingjue hadn't opened it since then.

【Aren’t you spending time with fans this year? 】

Shang Lingjue picked up his phone and replied.

She remembered that the biggest wish of Sier's fans was to spend a birthday with Sier.

It's a pity that although Sierlu never finds it troublesome or refuses to take photos with fans, but he has a strong sense of boundaries when it comes to his private life.

For birthdays, at most, some friends will be invited, and there are very few people in the circle.

So over the years since Si Er's debut, the biggest wish of her fans, which has remained unchanged for ten years, is to celebrate her birthday at a close distance.

[I hope they are closer to my work, not me.Shang Lingjue, are you coming? 】

Soon, Si Er sent a reply, as if the woman was also lying on the soft bed with her mobile phone in this snowy weather, bored.

Waiting for a reply from myself.

Obviously through the cold and simple words, you should not be able to feel anything.

The question mark at the end of the text message is just a normal interrogative sentence.

But Shang Lingjue inexplicably felt that little question mark was very lonely.

In this world, there should be many people who remember Sier's birthday.

So many people care about the birthday of Sier, so many people care about the existence of Sier.

But the question mark at the end still seems to be drowned by loneliness, just like the ocean swallows the land, and everything sinks into the deep sea.

A day surrounded by flowers and applause is an ordinary day in Sear's life.

But no one knew what Si Er really wanted, and Shang Lingjue felt that he probably didn't know either.

People around them don't know them, so how much do they know each other?

Two people who don't understand each other are not understood by this world.From this perspective, she and Sear should really be classified into the same category.

Quickly clicking on the screen, Shang Lingjue re-examined the content of the text message he wrote, and then pressed the send button.

【Sir, I should come. 】

After sending the text message, Shang Lingjue put down his guitar, put on fluffy slippers, sat down at the desk, took out a beautiful pen, and squeezed out black ink.

She wanted to find a clean and tidy A4 paper, but she searched the entire desk, except for the staff paper, there was only a small post-it note.

It's still pink with cherry blossoms, very much like the little notes that are passed around among classmates when they are studying, writing gossip, cheat sheets or confession.

Tearing off a complete sheet, Shang Lingjue held the pen, hesitated for a long time under the lamp, and then lightly wrote a few lines, folded it a few times, and put it in a small gift box.

After finishing all this, Shang Lingjue turned off the light and walked slowly into the living room.Just when Lin Tang knocked on the door and came in, she brought lunch and snacks for Shang Lingjue.

"Shangshang, come over for dinner." Lin Tang took off his woolen hat to block the wind, and put a few stir-fried vegetables and rice on the dining table, "I bought you a gift pack of snacks, marshmallows, and watermelon flavored ones. Lollipop."

"Okay, I'll come right now," Shang Lingjue casually brushed off the hair covering his eyes, half-closed his eyes, and walked over from the living room.

Lin Tang was arranging the bowls and chopsticks for the two of them when he inadvertently glanced at Shang Lingjue.

The girl was simply wearing a light gray sweater, and she casually put on a pair of shorts that just covered her thighs, revealing two white, tender and straight calves.

"are not you cold?"

After taking a sip of warm water, Shang Lingjue shook his head, with a lazy delicacy in his brows and eyes, "If you turn on the heater too much, you'll feel hot in a while."

"I'm more afraid of the cold," Lin Tang pouted, and sat down to eat egg custard. The smiling expression in the past was no longer, replaced by a gloomy expression.

"What's the matter? You don't look very happy," Shang Lingjue smoothed the slightly curled hair on his forehead, and suddenly wanted to dye his hair back to black.

"We're going to increase the sub-team, you know that?"

"Well, Sister Yang mentioned it a month or two ago, it seems to be called Meet-u."

"Hehe," Lin Tang sneered twice, his delicate little face was full of disdain, "I don't even want to do it anymore, what the hell."

Hearing this, Shang Lingjue frowned slightly, and said as calmly as possible: "This is a relatively common thing, how could there be such a big reaction? However, it is quite unpleasant."

"Personal grievances," Lin Tang hesitated for a long time before spit out these four words, "I just want to sing well. I thought that after waiting for six years, our Meet finally debuted and I could sing well, but in fact, variety shows, business advertise……"

Shang Lingjue nodded. She understood what Lin Tang meant. In a year, there were very few stages where she could really make music and dance, and more energy was consumed in interpersonal communication and advertising marketing.

"Shangshang, would it be selfish if I quit the group to do other things?"

"It's good to be responsible for your own choice," Shang Lingjue said, picking away the onions in the dish, and his thick eyelashes looked like small fan-shaped brushes under the light.

Lin Tang didn't expect Shang Lingjue to give such an answer. She always thought that Shang Lingjue attached great importance to forming a group, "If our Meet had to disband because of me, wouldn't you blame me?"

"Just do what you want to do, unlike me, who always hesitates."

"Why are you hesitating?" Lin Tang was a little surprised. In her heart, Shang Lingjue had always been decisive and cool, not at all like the kind of person who would hesitate.

"I really want to play the violin all the time, but since I was expelled from school, I seem to be farther and farther away from this dream," Shang Lingjue smiled self-deprecatingly.

It's as if I have been lacking some kind of courage since I was 16 years old, and I don't know how to change back to the self that keeps going forward.

"Then why didn't you ask that whoever to help you before? This kind of thing should be easy for her."

"Does it depend on money?" Shang Lingjue shook his head, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and the little hair on his forehead curled up again, "If my parents know, they will probably beat me up."

"That's right, you didn't airborne into our Meet back then, you got in by yourself, you're very personable," Lin Tang finally smiled, turned on his phone to scan cooking videos and said, "It's a pity that Goddess Sier never talks to fans. Celebrating my birthday together is the biggest regret in my life."

"Then watch her movies a few more times. There are so many of her works, aren't they enough for you to watch?" Shang Lingjue lowered his head slightly, and saw the text message interface on his phone again.

In the text message exchange with Si Er, the woman asked if she needed to send a car to pick her up, and she briefly replied "no", which successfully blocked the possibility of the two continuing to communicate.

"Shangshang, you don't understand. To the outside world, S Er is too mysterious. The more mysterious you are, the more people want to explore it. You are living in the blessing and don't know the blessing."

"Maybe," Shang Lingjue rested his slender wrist on the edge of the table, lowered his eyelashes, and looked calm.

Feeling that Shang Lingjue didn't seem to want to discuss the topic of Si Er very much, Lin Tang was about to shut up when he heard the person on the other side ask in a calm voice: "And then?"

"What and then?" Lin Tang thought to myself, I think you think this topic is boring, why did you ask again.

"Sier's sense of mystery, I want to hear what you think is mysterious about her," Shang Lingjue tried to flatten the little curly hair on her forehead again, not knowing why she was getting more and more irritable.

The decision that I had been thinking about for a long time was faintly shaken after receiving Si Er's text message this morning.

"How should I put it, the goddess S'er can give people a sense of security. With her noble and calm temperament, people can't help but want to be taken care of by her, and feel that they will be very happy," Lin Tang tilted his head thinking, " But no one can really touch her, she is like the end of the cape, which can never be seen."

"Is it that magical?" Shang Lingjue's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a relaxed tone, "Could it be that your fan filters are too heavy."

"You are a person who lives in Haijiao, so of course your feelings are different from ours." Lin Tang waved the spoon and glanced at Shang Lingjue with indescribable jealousy, "Perhaps you are right, the real Si Er is actually not very good, everyone likes her because of her fantasy."

Shang Lingjue remained silent. In fact, no one understood Si Er, it was just because women were always stubborn and refused everyone's approach.

I don't know what kind of person can walk into the heart of Si Er, not just approach Si Er.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him was heavy snowflakes flying all over the sky, and Shang Lingjue felt that he couldn't think of the answer to this question at all.

"Thinking about it this way, S Er is quite sad. Everyone loves her as an illusion, and no one knows her true face." Lin Tang smiled softly, buried her head and concentrated on cooking, as if she and Shang Lingjue were not discussing this matter. Kind of weird topic.

**

The night passed, and the snowy weather yesterday had already subsided when Shang Lingjue woke up.

Although the sky is still cloudy, at any rate, stepping out with one foot will not stir up large swaths of snow like mist.

The city has become simple in color due to the heavy snow, and the distant mountains and nearby mountains are covered with snow.

The city is still orderly, and pedestrians take transportation in an orderly manner.

If you look down from a high altitude, it looks like boring, pale, but obedient parts, bound by high-pressure but invisible rules.

Shang Lingjue, carrying an old canvas bag, got off the blue and white light rail, exhaling white air from his lips.

She got up early today and ran to the suburbs to find inspiration. It was twelve o'clock at noon. She ate a cold teriyaki chicken rice ball and walked to the No. 17 bus stop.

It will take about two hours for the No. 17 bus to reach the hotel address that Sier told her.

The birthday party started at four, which was more than enough time for her.

When we arrived in the city center, it was less than two o'clock. Shang Lingjue got off the bus one stop earlier and went to a convenience store to buy hot lemon tea.

Today, she was wearing a black cartoon velvet sweater of Little Yellow Duck, together with a black mask and a fleece hat, which basically covered her face, leaving only a pair of eyes, so no one would recognize her at all.

After such a short time, the sky began to snow again, and the traffic jam on the road was severe.

The wheels of the black car rolled, crushing the thick and colorful plum blossoms all over the place, and the rich fragrance mixed with the cold snow breath penetrated into everyone's heart.

After taking a can of lemon tea, Shang Lingjue was almost bumped by a teenage girl just as he was walking on the sidewalk.

I only heard the little girl yelling "It's Ser, Sriya", as she ran towards the growing crowd not far away.

Shang Lingjue looked up, and on the square not far away, the black-clothed bodyguards opened their arms wide, resisting a group of people coming, as if they were playing a game of eagles and chickens.

Looking at this scene, Shang Lingjue couldn't laugh at all.The faces of these people are full of fanaticism, like holding torches on the wasteland, chasing and catching the legendary nine-colored deer, greedy and reckless.

Even the paparazzi and the media across the street held up their cameras and started taking pictures.

Five bodyguards surrounded S Er one after another, but they couldn't beat the crowd of fans, so they had to back away again and again to prevent them from rushing into S Er.

The matter was urgent, Shang Lingjue touched his pockets, but there was no penny at all, not even coins, let alone hundred-yuan bills.

She turned on the phone suddenly, searched for a super high-decibel scream, and turned the volume of the phone to the maximum, successfully startling some people around.

Shang Ling Jueqing's voice was like a thunderclap on the ground, which stunned the fans who were desperately trying to get close to Si'er.

While everyone was stunned by the spooky voice, Shang Lingjue, with long arms and legs, peeled off these people layer by layer like peeling an onion.

After handing over the lemon tea to the bodyguard, Shang Lingjue put the extra hat in the backpack on Si Er, leaning against the woman's ear and whispering:

"It's me, come with me."

In the fine snow, S Er felt a soft and warm hand holding him.

Before she could see Shang Lingjue's face clearly, the tip of her nose bumped into the girl's green and soft mint fragrance.

In fact, it's not that Si Er has never encountered such a situation. When she was filming in the film crew before, she would also see a group of fanatical fans chasing her.

However, she did not expect to meet Shang Lingjue today.

To be exact, it was unexpected that they would meet so early, it was about two hours later.

To see Shang Lingjue today, and having already met Shang Lingjue, these two things made her happy.

But she was in the cold wind, and her eye sockets were slightly hot, as if there was some warmth flowing down silently.

"it is good."

Sir's voice fell on the branches like a light cloud.

Shang Lingjue led Si Er and ran towards another exit of the square. The five bodyguards in black tacitly transformed into a wall, blocking the momentarily stunned crowd.

Fortunately, both of them were wearing white sneakers, and they were not slow to run while holding hands.

By the time the fanatical fans found out that this girl in a black sweater who looked like a high school student was running away with Sier, Shang Lingjue and the others were about to leave the square.

"Damn it, who dares to cut off halfway!"

"Chasing, someone kidnapped Sir, how can we bear it."

"Did you get the picture, did you get the picture of the person who took S Er away?" The paparazzi on the other side also chased in the direction where S Er and Shang Lingjue ran away.

"I'll go, that person is too tightly wrapped, and I can't tell who it is if I take a picture."

"Forget it, anyway, since there are hot searches, let's ask Si Er to elope with a mysterious man on the street and stage a love affair in the whole city."

There was heavy snow, and the two ran forward holding hands. The woman was also wearing a black sweater, and her lips were bright red because of running.

Snowflakes floated toward their faces, blowing their long hair and falling on the woman's cold brows. The girl's black hair was flowing, with a little bit of white snow mixed in between.

Behind them was a group of dark people, who held their mobile phones, as if they were chasing their enemies, shouting to fight and kill.

"Unexpectedly, they are quite close and reluctant to part with each other," Shang Lingjue chuckled, his brows and eyes brightened.

"Well, if you run for a while, you probably won't be able to catch up."

S Er was slightly out of breath, the hand she was holding gradually warmed up, making her unable to help but look sideways at the girl beside her.

There is even a faint impulse to take a picture of the present.

She doesn't know how many times in her life she will have a time like now.

Being able to run hand in hand with Shang Lingjue seemed to leave the whole world behind. Others chasing, shouting, and going crazy had nothing to do with them.

And they galloped in the heavy snow, all the way forward, like eloping, but also fleeing, rising up at random, wandering the rivers and lakes.

Passing through a street, two shopping malls, and three alleys, the fanatical fans behind them finally lost their way.

At this time, standing in front of the stairs that seemed to go straight into the clouds, Shang Lingjue was sweating thinly on his forehead, and he felt an inexplicable feeling of joy in his heart.

It was as if she and Se Er had experienced a grand escape together, and trust allowed them to hand over their backs to each other.

"This is a shortcut, go upstairs and pass through, and you will arrive at the hotel," Shang Lingjue calmed down, and then turned to look at the woman leaning against the wall.

Sier panted lightly, his black hair fell loose, and a series of physiological teardrops leaked out from the end of his eyes, fainting around his bright red eyes, decadent and fragile, like a thin jade pendant, ready to be broken or not, will not be broken.

"Sir, are you alright?"

After the dizziness passed, Si Er said slowly: "It's much better."

Noticing that Si Er's right hand was trembling uncontrollably, Shang Lingjue walked up to the woman, carried the backpack to the front, and then slowly squatted down.

"Lie down by yourself."

"Huh?" Si Er pressed one hand on the brim of his hat, the tip of his nose was flushed red, and his small nasal voice was charming and cute.

"I'll carry you," Shang Lingjue said in a clear voice, with cinnabar moles on the tips of his ears looming in his hair, "don't waste time."

"Will it be too heavy?"

"You weigh 167, 90 kilograms?" Shang Lingjue glanced sideways at Si'er, his long and narrow phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Then if you're tired, put me down quickly."

"Don't talk into my ear."

Hearing Shang Lingjue's slightly resentful tone, Si Er was stunned for a moment, before replying in a low voice.

However, Shang Ling Jue Min.Sensui's ears were completely red, hot and itchy.

Shang Lingjue carried Si Er on his back, but this woman was restless at all, she seemed well-behaved and considerate, worried that she would be tired.

In fact, the hot air with a delicate fragrance has been lingering in my ears, itchy and inexplicably attractive.

The stairs of this level are very long, and after several turns, there is still a little way left.

Si Er lay quietly on Shang Lingjue's back, listening to the overlapping heartbeats of the two.

Even after walking for a long time, Shang Lingjue's breathing was equally steady.

Shang Lingjue's physical strength is so good, it may be because of the vest line.

Sear smelled the faint fragrance of mint, and the uneasiness and sourness in his heart gradually faded these days.

into soft peace.

"Sir, what time is it?"

Looking at the phone with difficulty, Si Er's nasal voice became more and more serious, "It's past three o'clock."

"It may take a while to arrive. We have delayed so much time, will it be too late?"

"Not too late," Si Er reached out and wiped the sweat from Shang Lingjue's forehead.

"Sleep for a while if you feel uncomfortable, the road is still long," Shang Lingjue stood on the air trestle and looked down after walking the stairs.

Sure enough, there were still a few fans who didn't give up and chased after them, but they just flinched from the long stairs.

"it is good."

Taking advantage of Shang Lingjue's ignorance, Si Er gently twisted the girl's hair with his left hand, slowly closed his eyes, and even thought about whether to cut it off quietly.

After more than 40 minutes, Shang Lingjue finally took a detour and arrived at the hotel that Sier had booked.

After entering the banquet hall, she finally understood why Si Er didn't say it too late, because there was no one there at all.

In the huge banquet hall, only I and Si Er were facing the room full of flowers.

The walls of the hall are painted with silver-white vine patterns, the chandelier with enamel craftsmanship has soft and natural light, and pure white napkins are placed on the round oak dining table.

Searle was still asleep, frowning slightly.

Shang Lingjue moved as lightly as possible, put Si Er on the sofa, and then took off the fleece hoodie to cover the woman.

It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, no matter what happened to Su Er's friends and guests, they shouldn't be so late.

This meant one thing, Syl only invited himself.

Sitting next to Si Er, Shang Lingjue took out the birthday gift from his backpack with a more complicated expression.

She shouldn't have agreed to Syl's birthday party, but she did.

She should have come with only beautiful gifts, but she didn't.

Seeing Si Er's beautiful sleeping face, Shang Lingjue faintly felt the urge to run away.

For the first time, she knew that she turned out to be such an indecisive person, even hesitating to say goodbye, thinking before and after.

During such a second of hesitation, Si Er woke up with a pair of sparkling eyes, and the tip of his nose was still a little red.

"Oops, it's past four o'clock, and I'm too late," Si Er said angrily as he looked at the time, frowning immediately.

"It's too late for what?"

"The secret, you'll know in a while," Si'er showed Shang Lingjue a rosy smile, beautiful and vivid, "Is this a gift...?"

Under the lights of the hotel, there was nowhere to hide the exquisite and simple small black box with thorn gold. Shang Lingjue's beautiful and curly eyelashes drooped slightly. She suppressed the hesitation in her heart, "Well, a birthday present for you."

Si Er took the small box from Shang Lingjue, his eyebrows and eyes were relaxed and glamorous, but the corners of his lips curled into a soft and sweet curve, "Shang Lingjue, thank you."

"No need," Shang Lingjue glanced at the joy in S Er's eyes, and closed his eyes slightly.

At this time, the small golden door on the side of the banquet hall opened, and a man in a navy blue suit walked towards the two of them.

"Si Er, you agreed to be late at four o'clock?"

Following the prestige, Shang Lingjue was stunned.

The person who came was Ji Xiao, one of the top music masters in the world.

Ji Xiao was wearing a low-key but elegant double-breasted suit with silver trim on the cuffs, making her slender and aristocratic.

Ji Xiao smiled friendly at Shang Lingjue who was in a daze, "Si Er, is this the genius kid you mentioned? Seeing a real person makes her look more familiar. I must have heard her play before."

Si Er's slender fingers lightly placed on the back of Shang Lingjue's hand, signaling her not to be nervous.

The woman raised her chin slightly, her eyes rolled, and she was sassy and glamorous, "Well, then you were so reluctant to come before?"

"Oh, I thought she was a traffic idol..." Ji Xiao smiled gracefully, and clasped his hands together towards Si Er.

"Flow idols are not younger than you, but better than you." Si Er stood up, glanced at Ji Xiao, then turned to Shang Lingjue and said, "You have a good chat with her, I won't bother you, come back later. "

"What are you going to do?" Shang Lingjue showed a slightly nervous expression for the first time when he met the musician he had always admired for the first time, like a kitten in a strange environment.

Aware of Shang Lingjue's little nervousness, Si Er looked sideways, gently stroked Shang Lingjue's hair with his left hand, and pressed the little hair on the girl's forehead, "I'll be back in a while, what do you and her want to talk about?" What are you talking about, she won't put on airs."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at Ji Xiao, with a hint of warning in her eyes.

"What, Si Er, you said that I am like a big villain who oppresses the younger generation," Ji Xiao couldn't stop laughing, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his smile was gentle.

After Si Er left, Ji Xiao pointed to the rooftop on one side and said, "Go over there and sit and chat? It seems that Si Er has prepared afternoon tea or something for us."

"Okay, senior Ji please first," Shang Lingjue's long and narrow eyes were lightly closed, reflecting the snow-colored pupils, as clear as glass.

In the back kitchen of the hotel, Si Er changed into a chef uniform.

Chen Yan watched Si Er cook at an extremely slow speed, she couldn't bear to ask, "Are you sure you don't need help?"

"Well, I want her to eat the meal I made myself," Si Er gently fixed the ginger with his right hand, and the sliced ​​ginger was a little crooked.

"It's not that you haven't eaten, you fall in love with brain every day."

Si Er stopped chopping vegetables, tilted his delicate chin slightly, his eyes flicked past Chen Yan, and looked at the chopping board on the other side.

His expression was as cold as the moon.

Chen Yan trembled inexplicably, and then heard Si Er say:

"Bring me the sugar, thank you."

"Okay, you do it slowly, I think you have to do it for a few hours."

"It was completed in three hours last time, and it shouldn't take longer this time."

"Yes, yes, you are also very talented in cooking, and Dr. Li will send you the diagnosis result later, so you know it yourself," Chen Yan handed the sugar to Si Er, and left the hotel helplessly.

On the rooftop of the hotel, Shang Lingjue and Ji Xiao sat facing each other across a log table.

There is a white bone china cup on the table, with light red tea and white steam, and a stack of blueberry muffins on the small plate in the middle.

The waiter was wearing a pure black tuxedo, holding a mug of warm milk on a silver tray and placing it at the table.

Because the heating in the hotel was turned on very high, even if they only had a big umbrella on their heads and were half exposed to the snowy outdoors, they didn't feel that cold.

Breathing in the slightly chilly air made Shang Lingjue sober up a lot.

"Try the tea, I brought it back, pure British style," Ji Xiao smiled and looked at Shang Lingjue, "However, do you prefer to drink milk?"

"Well, I've been used to drinking it since I was a child," Shang Lingjue smiled lightly, and she knew that this was the milk that Si Er specially asked for.

Fortunately, Wangzai milk was not given, otherwise he would be childish.

"Si Er has been recommending you to me for the past few years," Ji Xiao shrugged, showing a disgusted expression, "She's easy to protect her weaknesses, and I didn't believe her compliments on you at all."

Taking a sip of the hot milk, Shang Lingjue frowned, and asked slowly, "Then why did you agree this time?"

Ji Xiao turned on the phone and posted a video on the WeChat interface.

It was Meet's small concert by the sea a few months ago, and Shang Lingjue played several pieces of violin music.

"The video was sent to me by Si Er. We all have heard about the affairs of your family. We thought you would just stay silent. I didn't expect that talented people are still working hard."

"Ser...why did she recommend me to you?" Shang Lingjue raised his eyelashes and asked hesitantly.

"Appreciate it," Ji Xiao propped his head on one hand, and smiled exaggeratedly, "Of course, apart from appreciation, there must be some selfishness, otherwise, I wouldn't talk about it year after year, making my ears callous."

Perhaps because of running in the snow just now, Shang Lingjue's clear voice was sporadically low and hoarse, "So that's how it is."

"Well, your bowing technique for playing the violin is very unique, and the legato playing method really makes the whole tune have a pathetic and vigorous vitality. I like it very much, and I can also feel your rich emotions and shouts."

The two of them just sat on the snowy rooftop and chatted about music for three or four hours.

Ji Xiao ate up the blueberry muffins, and she even asked someone to deliver a crab roe steamed bun and fish ball soup, and ate them while chatting with Shang Lingjue.

"Xiao Shang, why do I feel that you are a little absent-minded?"

Shang Lingjue knew that she had been distracted, so she could only apologize repeatedly, "Senior Ji, I'm sorry, I have something on my mind today."

"It's okay, it's Si Er's birthday after all, and we will have many opportunities to communicate together in the future," Ji Xiao beckoned again and said that he would pack a portion of Dengying Beef to take home to eat.

"Senior, you eat so much now, can you still eat it later?" Seeing that Ji Xiao had finished the noodle soup, Shang Lingjue was slightly surprised.

Hearing this, Ji Xiao smiled helplessly, stood up, shook his head and said, "Do you think Sier prepared my meal today? I don't have enough to eat now, and I will be driven away by this cruel woman in a while, and I will be hungry at night." Stomach."

As soon as Ji Xiao finished speaking, Si Er, wearing a large white T-shirt and a long windbreaker, appeared at the entrance of the rooftop.

"Shang Lingjue, it's time to eat."

The woman opened a pair of clear eyes with water, and her beautiful and moist lips were slightly parted.

She is dressed very plainly today, her jet-black hair is held up with wooden clips, simple and elegant, casual and free.

However, the ordinary and simple wooden clip is also special because of her beautiful and moving face. Although it is casual, it is full of sparkle and nobility comparable to diamonds.

"Okay, okay, then I'll go?" Ji Xiao looked at Si Er with hopeful eyes, trying to arouse a trace of pity from the woman.

"Well, let's go," S Er lightly lifted his long eyelashes, and rubbed his tired brows with his soft fingertips, "Come again next time."

Ji Xiao let out a long sigh and smiled elegantly, "Sure enough, I shouldn't be here, the home court is left to you."

Seeing Ji Xiao's leaving back, Shang Lingjue asked hesitantly: "Are you really not letting Senior Ji stay and have dinner together?"

"No." A smile spread across S Er Subai's face, as if a plain ink painting had bloomed with strong and magnificent colors, "and she's not used to Chinese food."

Shang Lingjue's doubts deepened. How could she remember that Ji Xiao's favorite food was Chinese food.

When only the two of them were left on the roof, Si Er led Shang Lingjue into a smaller room.

The lighting in this room is very good, there is a large skylight in the center of the roof, and the magnificent frosted glass is inlaid in the middle, and there is some fresh snow on it, which is crystal clear and has a faint frost color.

There are also tall bookshelves on both sides, and the books with gilded characters are neatly arranged in rows, and the melodious and melodious blues music has just the right volume.

The warmth and tranquility are like the paradise that Shang Lingjue has always yearned for.

The whole room is graceful and elegant, more like a study at home than a hotel.

The temperature in the room is just right, the air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, and there are rich and well-presented food on the table.

Sweet-scented osmanthus wine stuffed meatballs, egg fried rice, beef with egg, steamed hairy crab, and... candied haws.

The color of this table is somewhat similar to the one Shang Lingjue made for Si Er on the wedding anniversary.

At least there are candied haws.

It's like turning back time and nothing has changed.

Occasionally, Sear waited for her to come home for dinner.

Occasionally, she was the one who waited for Searle.

There is always a wait.

But everything has changed again.

"Can the skylight be opened?" Shang Lingjue suddenly felt that the small room was very stuffy, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Well, yes," Si Er said with a noble and gentle smile on his cold and flirtatious face.

Pressing the button of the remote control, the skylight slowly opened to both sides, and snowflakes fell in from time to time, turning into a piece of milky white mist in mid-air, ethereal.

Standing in front of the round table, Shang Lingjue heard Si Er opening the gift he gave her.

Inside is a red and white bracelet, like thin snow covering peach petals, as if exuding the coolness and sweetness of snow water, it is full of sadness.

"Put on a new red string, and throw away the old one," Shang Lingjue said softly with downcast eyes, looking at a table of steaming dishes.

Si Er was a little puzzled for a moment, the red string with the emerald pendant tied around her ankle was given to her by Shang Lingjue before.

Not too old either.

Why throw the old one away?

Si Er opened the small pink note in the box, and on the note was Shang Lingjue's beautiful and neat handwriting.

[Happy birthday, I've thought about it for a long time, I'd better return the ring to you, let's stop here. ]

The author says:

感谢在2022-04-1722：00：04～2022-04-1822：00：06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 in the sky;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: Wang Yi's wife 6; Silent Roarer, Xiao Moto, Duan Chu_misaka 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：段楚＿misaka94瓶；疯狂动物城60瓶；小摩托30瓶；半盏温存10瓶；神来之水6瓶；每天求万字更新5瓶；77612瓶；31922994、uglazy、47479513、金智秀圈外女友1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!