bait [entertainment circle]

◎Song Taoxi, why are you here◎

The room was silent, only the sound of snowflakes falling and turning into ice water.

Sier tightly held his dress, and the snow-white skirt swayed slightly with the woman's trembling, like a white rose blooming in the snow.

Even if the petals fall off, there is no trace.

"Shang Lingjue," Si Er lowered his eyes halfway, his eyelashes fluttered up and down like splashed ink, like a butterfly trying to fly but unable to fly, he was at a loss, and was still thinking about the final struggle, "Didn't we agree to understand each other?"

"You don't need to know me," Shang Lingjue stood under the skylight, letting the cold wind blow his hair. "If it's too memorable, take me as a joke and just laugh it off."

S Erying's pink lips were turned red by her biting, she gently raised her eyes to look at Shang Lingjue, the watery light in her peach blossom eyes was broken and cold.

She was still the rebellious and delicate beautiful girl in her memory, but she kept moving away from her.

Love is an unreasonable thing, so is separation?

Things have come to this point, and all the joy and anticipation have to be paid for.

After a long time, S Er raised his head in a daze, his watery peach blossom eyes had lost focus, and it was faint, like a barren desert.

She raised her head unconsciously, tiny ice crystals fell from her slender and fragile eyelashes, she stared blankly at the beautifully colored frosted glass, her eyes gradually paled.

This is lost.

It is the two people who come to the end, it is a farewell, and it is forever irreversible.

It is a hand that can no longer be held, and a temperature that can no longer be touched.

It's an ending that can't be changed no matter how many times you say "I'm sorry".

"Don't you try these dishes?"

There seemed to be a sweet smell of blood overflowing from S Er's red lips, and her voice was weak and hoarse, like a tired traveler on a snowy day, but it was so beautiful that it made people heartbreak and fascinated.

"Okay...or not," Shang Lingjue took out the emerald ring from the small box, put it in his palm and lowered his eyes for a closer look.

The emerald green emerald reflects the charming color, elegant and gentle.

"Si Er, I'll give you the ring." Standing beside Si Er, Shang Lingjue gently twisted the ring and put it in his palm. "It should have a better destination."

The emerald ring was quietly lying on the palm of Sier Cibai's hand, the emerald was so green that it was as black as black, and suddenly it split completely from a small slit in the middle.

"Shang Lingjue, it's broken." Si Er's expression was still as cold as the moon, the fingertips holding the ring turned pale, and the woman's voice trembled even more, like a dead leaf falling in the wind, "What should we do?"

"That's it, it's broken if it's broken, it's just a ring, just change it."

Hearing these words, there seemed to be something faint in S Er's eyes, flickering stubbornly, and finally went out.

The enamel chandeliers above their heads are still bright and bright.

Shang Lingjue felt a familiar pain rising from the right side of her chest, she tried her best to keep her eyes as cold as possible, and kept telling herself——

This is just a feeling of sadness that people find for themselves in sad situations.

Just in time.

She had so many good memories and so many bad ones with Searle.

Neither the good nor the bad are forgotten, they are there quietly, let you want to forget or remember.

Memories have always been fair, conscientious, and unbiased.

It is people who are always unfair when using memories.

"The previous red rope is old. What if it breaks one day and breaks the emerald left by your parents?" Shang Lingjue spoke softly. The bottom of the trousers, "The new weaving technique I learned looks better than the old one. I'll help you change it."

Shang Lingjue's voice was very gentle, but the softer it was, the more Si Er felt his heart ache.

On the delicate and delicate ankle, the drop-shaped jadeite pendant is graceful and luxurious, and the shimmer is intoxicating and seductive.

Shang Lingjue took off the old bracelet skillfully and gently, and put on a new one.

The hot fingertips touched the woman's slightly cool skin, both of them were slightly stunned and did not speak for a long time.

"Si Er, listen carefully to Chen Yan's words from now on. Look at you, you are in such poor health." Shang Lingjue lowered his head and straightened the legs of Si Er's trousers, and let the woman sit on the almond-colored velvet sofa. I can't even walk."

Si Er didn't know what to say, but he just reached out and grabbed Shang Lingjue's clothes, his fingertips were as bright as jade and turned slightly white.

The old red rope was woven for her by Shang Lingjue when they met.

Now Shang Lingjue made up a new one for her, but they were about to part.

How ironic, how... cruel.

"There is also the money I owe you, which will be paid off this month," Shang Lingjue said softly, "By the way, you must be careful when eating chocolate in the future."

It seems that there is really nothing owed.

It seemed that the heavens couldn't bear to disturb the tranquility of the two of them alone at this moment. The cold wind pouring in from the skylight was much smaller, and the snowflakes melted faster.

Cool at room temperature.

It wasn't until Shang Lingjue's cell phone rang that the inexplicably silent balance between them was broken.

"Shangshang, where are you? Are you free tonight? I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you very much," Song Taoxi's hearty voice came from the receiver, full of cheerful energy.

"I have something to do now, you can come back later—"

"Aside from work, what else is more important to you than being with me?" Song Taoxi said coquettishly, "I'm near Xingge Building, aren't you very free recently, why don't you leave time for me ?”

The words of refusal were on his lips. Before Shang Lingjue could say it, he heard Song Taoxi smile again and say:

"I don't care, you can't refuse me, if you don't come to me, I will squat you at the door of your dormitory until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and the sky is forever."

"Song Taoxi, don't make trouble."

"I don't care, I'll wait for you for three hours," Song Taoxi said, and hung up the phone with a snap.

Putting the phone away, Shang Lingjue lowered his head and brushed the falling snow from S Er's black hair, "We're all in pain, aren't we?"

"Shang Lingjue, but I'm not afraid, are you very afraid?"

Thinking of not waiting for S Er at the seaside that day, Shang Lingjue felt that the deep-rooted emotion was infinitely magnified.

She would be happy with Syl, but could it just be a repeat of the same mistakes?

She was already a coward, and she didn't have the courage to gamble again.

The more you care about something, the easier it is to be hurt by something.

Not wanting to think about it any more, Shang Lingjue pushed Si Er's hair behind his ears, looked at the woman's reddish eyes, and said softly, "I'm afraid, so I'm leaving."

She could see that the sockets of S Er's eyes were moist and red, entwined with ordinary feelings.The fairy of love is still so beautiful that it makes people tremble.

The two maintained a posture of sitting and standing, the skylight was snowing, and a waiter came in to light a fire in the fireplace next to it.

Can't tell if it's cold or hot.

It wasn't until Si Er's phone rang that Shang Lingjue said in a low voice, "Then... I'm leaving."

The ear-piercing cell phone rang tirelessly, and Si Er was sitting on the sofa, with black hair and snow skin, awe-inspiring and beautiful, still a lonely and proud princess.

When Shang Lingjue left the hotel with his backpack on his back, the sky was dark but the temperature dropped even lower.

She put on the hood of the fleece hoodie and walked slowly against the cold wind.

Maybe it was because of the hot milk, she didn't feel very cold, but her brain kept emptying.

Obviously she made the decision by herself, she should feel relaxed and relieved.

Maybe she should be happy, but the lingering cold couldn't be dispelled from her body.

"Hi, Shangshang," Song Taoxi rushed towards Shang Lingjue holding a can of peach juice.

After the street lights were turned on, there were a lot fewer pedestrians on the road, so Song Taoxi's ostentatious actions did not attract many people's attention.

"Shangshang, long time no see." Song Taoxi had a big smile on his face, "I knew you couldn't bear to part with me. Seeing you every day is like three autumns."

"Song Taoxi, why... are you here?" Shang Lingjue's tone was hesitant, with her hands in her pockets, her black hair was slightly long, almost hanging on the tip of her eyelashes.

"What, didn't I call you again just now to ask where you are, but you were dizzy on the phone just now," Song Taoxi looked at Shang Linghou's distraught look, puzzled.

"Really?" Shang Lingjue rubbed his eyes that were a little dry from the cold wind, and found that he was still tightly clutching the old red rope.

"Are you frozen stupid? You're just talking," Song Taoxi and Shang Lingjue walked side by side, looking up at the sky from time to time, "The weather forecast says there will be a heavy snowstorm tonight, should we stay up all night?" Play games and wake up in the morning to watch the snow."

"Playing games all night?"

"That's right, there is a level of divine beast, I can't beat it, the mechanism inside is so complicated, but I just want to save the princess, why don't you help me beat it tonight? After I beat it, I'll treat you to spicy crab."

Stretching out her hand to feel the snow melting on her fingertips, Shang Lingjue's eyes were still full of confusion, she didn't know if her decision was right or not.

I just know that I can't seem to make other decisions.

Now, although she no longer had the firmness and complete indifference to Sier she had when she divorced, she still feels sober.

"Hey, why are you ignoring me? You look stupid, so stupid."

Being shaken by Song Taoxi's arm, Shang Lingjue finally recovered, looked at her and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I said that there will be a heavy snowstorm tonight, and it will be very cold. If it is later, the traffic may be stuck all night, and I will not be able to go home. Then I need you to help me save the princess. After saving the princess, I will treat you to spicy food." crab."

Under the dim street lights, Shang Lingjue suddenly stopped in front of a convenience store, and the smell of oden wafted out from the open door.

Looking into the convenience store, Song Taoxi realized that Shang Lingjue was not leaving, "Why are you not moving? Want to eat oden?"

"No, I rarely eat spicy food."

Shang Lingjue stared at his own shadow under the moonlight.

Then, he turned around and ran back.

The speed was so fast that Song Taoxi couldn't react at all.

"Hey, if you don't eat spicy food, you won't eat spicy food. Why are you running back, did you forget to take something with you? Wait for me."

From a distance, Song Taoxi looked at Shang Lingjue, waving while running.

"Taoxi, go play the game by yourself first, I still have something to do."

"Who is this?" Song Taoxi was dumbfounded in the cold wind, she could only stomp her feet, but there was nothing she could do.

After crossing several streets, Shang Lingjue ran all the way back to the hotel.

Go straight from the revolving door and press the elevator until you reach the 36th floor.On the empty top floor, there were only two waiters standing in front of the banquet hall.

Shang Lingjue ran out of breath with his bag on his back, pressed his hat tightly and pushed open the door of the banquet hall and walked in.

Straight through the brightly lit hall, she returned to the small room.

The door of the small house remained the same as it was when Shang Lingjue left, it was ajar, and the cold wind occasionally escaped, like an ice cave forgotten by the world.

"Shang Lingjue, you're back."

In the small room, the woman raised her head, her beautiful face was full of confusion, her hair was wet like a banshee from the deep sea, but she seemed to be delighted from the bottom of her heart because of her arrival.

The skylight was still open, and the cold wind poured into the room, as if all the snow in the world was falling on her shoulders.

Her eyes were also wet, and there was still a thin layer of snow on the eyelashes.

Like a pear branch isolated at the end of the world, full of coldness.

Si Er held Shang Lingjue's hat with one hand, as if if he didn't hold something, he would cease to exist.

A lot of snow fell in the room, and the gray cashmere carpet on the floor was soaked.

"Aren't you cold? Why don't you go back?"

Standing in front of Si Er, Shang Lingjue noticed that the woman's face was pale, but the corners of her eyes were full of crimson.

At the beginning of the sunset, the light and shadow on the woman's flawless face are changing, and the beauty is graceful and ethereal.

"Forgot," Si Er looked at the little yellow duck on Shang Lingjue's clothes, reached out to touch it tentatively, and muttered to himself, "Are you real?"

"It's true," Shang Lingjue stroked the thin snow off S Er's body, his brows furrowed tightly, "It's going to be a heavy snowstorm, I'll call Chen Yan to pick you up for you."

Just as Shang Lingjue took out his phone, he walked around the room looking for a direction with a better signal.

But Si Er hugged her from behind, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Shang Lingjue, is there really nothing I can do? Really?"

The faint fragrance contains cold water vapor, which is pure and beautiful.

There was a trace of despair in the woman's peach-blossom eyes that were shining with water in the past, empty like broken glass.

"I... don't know, maybe there will be a way, maybe there will never be, so do you want to bet on a probability?" Shang Lingjue's slender fingers wrapped the woman's cold hands.

The two intertwined their fingers, and Si Er said softly, "I want to bet, do you want to bet?"

"But if you gamble for a long time, you will lose. I don't want to be a loser again." Shang Lingjue looked gloomy. "If our relationship is a knot, wouldn't it be better to forget it?"

Shang Lingjue turned around and stood face to face with Si Er under the dim light, the snowflakes reflected the faint light.

The woman raised her head, her cherry-pink lips were tightly pressed, and a look of stubbornness flashed across her eyes, as if she was telling Shang Lingjue that she would never forget that knot, and she would never forget it until she died.

Shang Lingjue's eyes were filled with coldness and determination, and there was no room for change in what he said.

But she couldn't help stretching out her hand and gently stroking S Er's wet hair, like taking care of a wet kitten, afraid that she would be lonely and have nowhere to turn.

"It's like forgetting others. Forget me too. Try it. It shouldn't be difficult."

In the past, Si Er always thought that Shang Lingjue was a stubborn child, but now she is the one who is persistent, unlikable, entangled in every possible way and unwilling to let go.

"I can't forget," Si Er's face was lightly pressed against Shang Lingjue's palm, her face was plain white, but she was extremely glamorous as if she had put on heavy makeup, "You are not someone else, you are different."

"However, the two of us are too different, your world is far out of my reach."

"I'll let you touch it," Si Er looked at Shang Lingjue firmly, even though she felt powerless in her heart, her eyes were still so beautiful and determined.

"You are having a candlelight dinner with red wine, and I am sitting on the side of the road with fried chicken and Coke. Between us, from the city center to the suburbs, there are countless barren lands. We are people living in different worlds. The intersection of mistakes, so it should not continue."

The snow fell heavily, just like the rain on the day we met.

Si Er once again heard Shang Lingjue say so firmly that their encounter was a mistake.

"If you don't match up and still love each other, you will be punished by heaven." Shang Lingjue's black hair was covered with snowflakes, and Ruyu's face still had a faint smile. "That would be very painful."

"Did I really make you suffer?" Si Er closed her eyes sadly, her curled eyelashes trembling, like the wings of a butterfly in the wind, her voice was enveloped by the wind and snow, cold and distant.

Between the girl's rebellious and unruly eyebrows, there is a kind of ultimate beauty of nothingness, burning with all her heart, looking down on life and death.

Shang Lingjue's thoughts moved slightly, as if his heart was suddenly hugged by a ball of soft and sweet cotton candy, "Yes, but I also got the same happiness. Everything in the world has a price. If you can't afford it, you can buy it." Do not buy."

"Shang Lingjue," S Er muttered to himself, his palms were cold and his fingertips were hot.

"Sister, I'm actually not good at all. I often want to scold the world and even hate it all. I'm not the kind of educated and gentle perfect partner you need." Shang Lingjue laughed at himself, "Are you Pure white and I'm dirty gray and I'll stain you."

Dust should stay with ashes, but silk should not go down to earth and stay with dust, it will be burned to ashes.

Hearing Shang Lingjue call himself "sister" again, to Si Er, it seemed like a lifetime away.

The woman tried not to cry, but the tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She reached out to caress Shang Lingjue's face, shook her head and said:

"No, whether you are well-behaved or rebellious, I am not good at all, and I am the one who makes you so sad."

"Sister, being with someone who needs you is far happier than being with someone you want."

Si Er froze in a daze, then shook his head vigorously.

Shang Lingjue clearly understands that with Si Er's status, he should be matched with an elegant and generous lady from a family, and the two of them sing in harmony, not a rebellious and stubborn girl like himself.

Still so timid and so sensitive.

They don't match up.

"I don't want what I need." There was a blush in the corner of S Er's eyes, and crystal tears rolled down his fair and beautiful face, "I only want what I want."

"Shang Lingjue, I love you because you are you."

"Sister, I just don't have the confidence to go on with you, I might go crazy."

Sir wanted to be with her like crazy, but she was scared like crazy.

The reasons why they fell in love with each other may be exactly the same.

Love you for who you are.

So the reason for separation can be exactly the same.

"Sister, I sometimes wonder if our encounter is destined to be a tragedy. If we know the ending, should we continue?"

If the heart is moved, torn, and turned back, it is the prelude to the tragedy arranged by fate.

So knowing the ending, would you still be willing to meet her in the crowd?

"I won't make it a tragedy," Si Er looked at Shang Lingjue, clutching the cuffs of his clothes with his slender fingers.

The crowd was bustling, and Shang Lingjue was always the first thing I saw, the first time, and always.

She has so much stamina, but if she does it all over again, she still wants to meet Shang Lingjue.

"Sister, in fact, I don't have the courage. If it is destined to be a tragedy, why continue?"

Shang Lingjue knew that Si Er had the courage to break through the prejudices of the world and deal with it, but he did not.

If they are together, all kinds of obstacles will be born in this world to stop them.

The world doesn't like the two of them together, so is it going to be an enemy of this world?

She once wanted to be an enemy of the world, resisted, and fought, but failed.

Then she lost her parents and almost lost her music.

"Sister, maybe a sensitive and fragile person like me should be classified as a coward. I don't like this classification because it's so accurate," Shang Lingjue laughed at himself, "Sister, how can you fall in love with me like this?" Where are the cowards?"

"But, Ah Ling," Si Er lightly touched Shang Lingjue's cheek, tears rolled down from the end of her eyes, wet her already no longer perfect makeup, "I don't care what the world is like , but whatever you want is fine."

"I'll listen to you."

Shang Lingjue involuntarily caressed Si Er's hand, and could feel the woman's slight trembling, as if her plain and thin body was about to be unable to bear the turbulent... despair.

Si Er quietly leaned against Shang Lingjue's equally drenched arms. It turned out that what Shang Lingjue said was right, the separation between the two of them was irreversible, and it was he who insisted on disturbing Shang Lingjue's peace again and again.

She was always so selfish.

"It's snowing so hard, I'll take you home?" Shang Lingjue asked in a low voice after Si Er calmed down a bit.

"it is good."

Shang Lingjue asked someone to bring a packing box, packed the dishes on the table one by one, and put them in his backpack.

Putting the hat on Si Er again, Shang Lingjue handed the umbrella to Si Er from the bag, "Fill the umbrella in a while, and if you get caught in the snow, you will get sick."

Before Si Er could respond with the umbrella, Shang Lingjue picked it up again.The two left the hotel all the way, walking on the street with few pedestrians in the snowy night.

For them, it was a rare silence.

Holding a black umbrella, Si Er lay soft and boneless on Shang Lingjue's back, breathing in the sweet mint scent tainted with snow.

"Ah Ling, will you go home and watch "Journey to the West" together?"

"Okay." Hearing Si Er's seemingly relaxed and cheerful tone, Shang Lingjue smiled lightly and exhaled, "Then heat up the dishes and eat while watching."

The shops on both sides of the street were closed. Shang Lingjue was wearing non-slip sneakers, and occasionally stepped on a dead branch that fell from the tree, making a small crackling sound, which sounded inexplicably quiet and pleasant.

It's not far from the single-family apartment in the city center. After Si Er shook the snow off the umbrella three times, they returned home.

After S Er took a bath, his pale face finally turned bright red from the hot water.

The dishes brought back from that table had already been heated and placed on the long table at home.

The TV has also started broadcasting, the TV series that both of them like to watch.

It seems that this is just an ordinary evening, but it may be the last time we spend together.

Shang Lingjue sat at the table and tasted every dish.

The taste is surprisingly good, far surpassing the standard of Sier's pork liver and spinach soup.

It means that Se Er must have learned how to cook for a while.

"Is it delicious?" Si Er wiped his hair, revealing an inconspicuous scar on his slender and fair right hand.

"It's delicious," Shang Lingjue slightly raised his eyebrows, staring into Si Er's eyes, "It's really delicious, thank you."

"That's good. The leftover candied haws can be frozen for next time."

"it is good."

Shang Lingjue smiled and was about to get up and leave.

When she just opened the door, Se Er's voice behind her was clear and faint, implying a soft request.

"Don't go, stay with me one more time, okay?"

Sir's voice floated in the air, it was still so soft and pleasant.

The cheeks where tears flowed, like roses wet with dew, still had an elegant and dignified radiance.

Shang Lingjue stopped, and she turned around to stare at Si Er and the night sky behind her, as if there were reflections of the sea of ​​stars in her pupils.

The woman has a soft expression, long hair and a slender waist, and a faint glow surrounds her body. The faint and cold fragrance reminds people of a lotus flower blooming in the distance.

The two lay together on the familiar big bed. Si Er turned off the desk lamp first, and looked at Shang Lingjue through the snowy light.

"Go to sleep, you must be tired today."

Knowing that S Er meant walking around with her on his back, which was too exhausting, Shang Lingjue wanted to show a smile, but felt a burst of exhaustion gushing from his heart.

A little lobbyist comes to mind:

Since you are still struggling and sad, why do you have to refuse because of fear?

Try again, and you won't die.

She closed her eyes abruptly, and drove away her soft-hearted self.

This night passed so quickly that Ser dared not close his eyes.

It seemed to be very slow, so slow that she thought a miracle would happen.

Unfortunately not.

Just after dawn, Shang Lingjue got up lightly and walked past the bed. Si Er slightly opened his eyes, but he still didn't stop her from leaving in the end.

The lowered hand opened and clenched.

The sky was finally bright, and Si Er slowly got up and hugged his knees, his eyes fell on the red rope on his ankle.

The material of the bracelet Shang Lingjue chose is very soft and delicately woven.

She will always wear it.

The mobile phone placed beside the bed suddenly turned on, and Se Er subconsciously turned his head to look.

It was Dr. Li who sent her recent diagnosis report.

[...There may be neurological damage to the right arm, which may leave sequelae. ]

The author says:

感谢在2022-04-1822：00：06～2022-04-1922：00：06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

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