bait [entertainment circle]

◎This time I was caught in the act◎

This is autumn in a foreign country. The lawn is covered with golden yellow leaves and no one cleans it. The lake in the distance is silent, with occasional leaves flying down.

Shang Lingjue kept holding the scroll. In the pale golden sunlight, Si Er was dressed in white, bright and distant, like a lonely moon, like a cold sword, and his words and deeds were full of majesty and nobility.

The jadeite pendant swayed gently on the delicate and delicate ankle, as seductive as before.

When old people meet again, what tone should they use to greet each other, especially in such sunny, warm and vibrant weather.

It's not even convenient to escape.

In just a few days, they met twice intentionally or unintentionally.

What is reunion?

The desert regained its rain, and the dead flowers bloomed again?

People sometimes think that a reunion is a big ceremony, with a big song played by a band.

But in fact, most reunions are so silent, like cherry blossoms falling, like snowflakes flying, or even passing by, and there is no way to know.

Both of them were very surprised by this reunion, they could only look at each other stupidly, without saying a word, while thinking about how to naturally smile when they meet again after a long absence.

The child on the side clapped his hands and laughed, and asked Si Er loudly: "Beautiful sister, is that the one you drew? Look, I helped you find her. Don't be so sad in the future."

The child's words made Si Er feel embarrassed immediately, his curled eyelashes drooped, and the corners of his eyes were rosy red, revealing an extremely delicate beauty, as unattainable as a Lingling Qingyue.

Hearing this, Shang Lingjue raised his eyebrows lightly, his lips curved slightly, and he spoke childishly, but children are more honest than Si Er, who can only run away.

"... let's go eat cake," Si Er's eyes narrowed slightly, his face under plain makeup was beautiful and refined, showing a sense of helplessness and innocence.

The children cheered and ran to the cream puffs and mille-feuille cakes on the wooden table nearby.

Shang Lingjue had a full view of Si Er's nervous expression, and she sighed softly, "Your painting is in my hand, so there is no need to run away this time, right?"

As soon as these words were uttered, Shang Lingjue felt regretful, how could he be tied up.The tone of the attacker was the same, as if the next step was to threaten others to pay a ransom.

However, Si Er didn't answer the question, and carefully hid the pencil behind his back, "Draw whatever you like, as long as you like it."

"Did you draw it with your left hand?" Shang Lingjue casually walked over to Si'er, and saw that the woman's white and slender fingers were stained with a little gray powder, and the plain whiteness revealed a beauty like ink.

"Well, now the left hand is much more proficient than before, but the speed is slower."

S Er's voice was clear, and he didn't seem to hide or publicize the injury to his right hand, just treating it as a trivial matter.

"Sister, I didn't hurt you that day, did I?" Shang Lingjue caught a glimpse of Si Er's white shirt cuff, covering the faint scar.

Because the complexion is too white, the shallow scars also reflect a ferocious taste, just like the broken feeling of white glazed porcelain that is about to break.

"It's okay." Taking advantage of Shang Lingjue's attention on his wrist, Si Er lightly raised his eyelashes, his eyes flicked over Shang Lingjue inch by inch.

The girl's hair has grown a lot, and it is loosely tied behind her head, fluffy and soft.The small red mole on the tip of the ear is like a crimson rose in the first snow, lingering with a light mint aroma.

Blooming out of season, but breathtakingly beautiful.

It wasn't until his fingertips were about to touch the little red mole that Si Er withdrew his hand as if waking up from a dream, "There are fallen leaves."

Shang Lingjue also belatedly realized that the distance between herself and Si Er was too close, she hurriedly took a step back, and slightly raised her eyebrows, "You... have been coming to my concert all this time?"

"No, it's really just a coincidence," Si Er's cold and distant face showed an unnatural expression, like a kitten who tried to deny the crime after being caught stealing canned food.

"But..." With clean and slender fingers, Shang Lingjue slowly flipped through the white sketch paper in his hand, pursed his lips, and said softly:

"You have a total of 42 sketches here. When I first came here, it was still winter. At the concert, the uniforms were embroidered with honeysuckle, and after that, wild lilies, Linglan, tulips, camellias..."

Si Er remained silent, curling his exquisite and tender fingertips slightly, his eyes wandering to the fine porcelain vase on the table next to him, as if he didn't know how to answer.

The woman always remembered that Shang Lingjue said that they didn't understand each other at all, and this sentence made her panic for a while.

She didn't know whether her emotional experience should be counted as a blank, but some people say that people with a blank emotional board are more likely to fall in love with an empty phantom——

Fall in love with the shadow of emptiness that your inner self projects.

However, she knew that what she fell in love with was not Shang Lingjue in her imagination.

That has nothing to do with the momentary loneliness and impulsiveness, it is only when we are together that we can feel the heartbeat.

"Sister?" Shang Lingjue couldn't help but interrupt when she saw that Si Er was in a daze as if there was no one else around, and at the same time, the corners of her lips were sipping indistinctly, "If you didn't come to the concert, how would you know that I was in uniform?" Flowers on the sky, clairvoyance?"

Sir: "..."

Could it be that he immediately and generously admitted that he had been spying on Shang Lingjue in the dark for more than half a year?

This is too difficult to say, and there is an inexplicable change.state of taste.

Seeing that Si Er's gaze was vacillating, Shang Lingjue lowered his head and chuckled, and did not force the woman's answer, "The merchant's old items, thanks to my sister, you helped me auction them back. Thank you very much."

"Did Ji Xiao tell you?" Si Er frowned slightly, and subconsciously bit his moist and plump lips, "I happened to be abroad at that time, so I paid more attention to it, and I asked Ji Xiao to give it to you, because I didn't want to disturb you... "

"I saw it," Shang Lingjue's clear voice interrupted what Si Er was about to say, "Only we know the graffiti of stars behind Dad's manuscript, don't we?"

"Well, the stars you drew are really bad," Si Er shook his head and smiled, as warm and bright as spring breeze turning into rain.

"Unfortunately, you taught me for a long time that day, but I couldn't draw well."

For a moment, Shang Lingjue showed a beautiful and relaxed smile as if infected.

The foreign country is just a sloppy place, and the two smile face to face, with magnificent colors flashing in their eyes, looking forward to happiness.

Time shuttled around the two of them like nothing, and the autumn wind could not bear to leave scratches to disturb them, and a moment became extremely long, like a lighthouse standing high among the waves.

"Teacher Shang, why did you come here?"

A young girl's voice abruptly interrupted the two of them looking at each other under the sky.

Zhao Mian's younger sister ran up to Shang Lingjue, making no secret of her hostility towards Si Er, and stared at Shang Lingjue, saying:

"Why are you chatting with other people here? Come with me and say that we're going on a date today."

Shang Lingjue was staggered by the tall girl and almost fell to the ground, but was held by the girl and dragged into the apartment building.

It so happened that a housekeeper in a white suit came out with a team of bodyguards, and said respectfully to Sir:

"Miss, the luggage is packed, the plane is waiting for you, and there is a meeting to be held tonight."

Hearing the "date" that person said, S Er's slightly joyful expression froze on her stunning face, dissipating little by little, and peeling off little by little.

In the end, there was a kind of expressionless indifference and sadness.

Being dragged by the girl for a few meters, Shang Lingjue finally broke free from her restraint, and returned to Si Er with the scroll, "Sister, your painting."

Taking the paper with the warmth from Shang Lingjue's fingertips, S Er looked at Shang Lingjue with clear eyes, his red lips fluttered, and in the end he only said thank you.

"Let's go, what's so good about Miss Noble's painting?" Zhao Mian's younger sister frowned and looked at Shang Lingjue in puzzlement.

"It's three o'clock now." Shang Lingjue glared at Zhao Mian's sister coldly, then looked down at his watch, his side face was white and sharp, "You still have three hours to study."

The two gradually walked away, only vaguely heard the lively girl shouting that there is no time for a date, I don't want it, I don't want it...

"Clean up this place too," Si Er swept across the lawn with a calm and indifferent expression, his bright red lips curled into a cold arc, and his tone was calm.

"Yes, miss," the housekeeper took the painting in Si Er's hand, carefully put it away, and let a dozen bodyguards escort Si Er to the car.

A convoy drove away far away.

The encounter is very short, like a touch of sugar that falls by accident, and then melts into the cool water, turning into a phantom, which breaks with a light touch, and disappears without a trace.

**

In the next few weeks, Shang Lingjue still went to Lucerne on time every Friday to participate in the performance.

The rightmost seat in the last row was replaced by someone else. There were a total of 500 seats in the audience. It was almost impossible for her to randomly find Sear from inside.

Therefore, it is a mystery whether Sir will come or not.

The time when she and Sear meet is always very strange, as spring and autumn come, there will be suitable and inappropriate times.

But how can you tell if the time is right?

Do you have to encounter flowers blooming in spring?

If you just met that rose in the heavy snow, shouldn't you restrain your liking, turn around and leave.

After all, how long can a rose live in a winter snowstorm?

If you turn around and leave, you won't be sad if you don't watch the roses wither with your own eyes.

"But you'll never be happy."

At the end of the violin solo, Shang Lingjue bowed to the audience, and said to himself softly and gracefully.

In the splendid concert hall, the lights were shining brightly, as if the light of the whole world was shining on her, surrounded by applause, and the enthusiastic eyes of everyone could be seen everywhere.

They applauded for Shang Lingjue and were fanatical for Shang Lingjue.

Shang Lingjue was both happy and lonely, and even felt unprecedentedly lonely.

Like a bird that has finally soared in the sky, suddenly recalling that it left its tail feathers in the palm of someone.

Suddenly, I missed the fragrance on that person's body.

She remembered asking Syl that in the hotel room with the skylight wide open.

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

In fact, the most similar thing between her and Si Er is that she doesn't own many things, and values ​​​​less things.

After so long, Shang Lingjue felt that he could finally answer this question.

If everything was doomed to be a tragedy, would she still be willing to meet Si Er in the crowd?

Meeting Si Er is like meeting fog, cloud and light, it is the fate that I expected.

Therefore, to taste love, to taste hate, to taste forgiveness is also the only way to go.

The lights in the hall were suddenly extinguished, and everyone was about to leave, but Shang Lingjue put the violin on his shoulders again, with his eyes closed, and with a faint smile on his lips, he gently pulled the strings.

She didn't care about others, and she didn't care whether there was light in the sky at this time, she just wanted to play a song.

Play it to yourself.

**

City B in November has entered late autumn, with one autumn rain and one cool.

When he got off the plane, he looked up, and what Shang Lingjue saw was a city covered in frost, which was as beautiful as a large cake wrapped in rock sugar.

The main reason for her coming back this time is that Ji Xiao wants to build a new symphony orchestra in City B, and sincerely invites her to come over as the chief violinist, and she can hold violin solo concerts at any time.

At the same time, he also undertook several tasks of teaching violin in a high school.

Probably because she has more or less fame now, the principal of the century-old private high school named her to come.

"Shangshang, in less than a year, you are actually so good?" Lin Tang who came to pick up the plane stood three meters away, counting Shang Lingjue's achievements, "You are already the first violinist, and you have won the first place. The 78th Pippara International Violin Gold Medal."

"It can only be described as being famous, how much does it cost to invite you to play a song alone now? Is 200 million yuan enough for a song?" Xia Zhixiao joked, "Your newly bought house is also in Jinjiao. The villa area has a beautiful environment and the price is very expensive.”

Shang Lingjue looked at the intertwined fingers of the two, squinted his eyes and smiled, "It's not that exaggerated. I rarely agree to play exclusively for others, so the price has been raised."

The three of them chatted and laughed all the way out of the airport, facing the biting cold wind, making Shang Lingjue's nose red from the cold.

So, the three of them rushed to the mall first, bought an extended mint green plush scarf, and then went back to Shang Lingjue's newly bought house, put away their luggage, and then went to the restaurant they used to frequent for dinner together.

After almost a year's absence, Lin Tang specially ordered low-alcohol fruit wine, and the three of them drank a little.

As a result, Shang Lingjue, who rarely drank, became half-drunk and fell asleep until noon the next day. When he woke up in a hurry, he found that there were only two hours left before the high school's class time.

Quickly packed up his things, Shang Lingjue changed into a simple black coat, and didn't forget to put on the scarf before going out.

The school specially sent a car to pick up Shang Lingjue. When getting off the car, the principal and several teachers came to shake hands with her enthusiastically.

This high school is very large, and there are basketball courts, badminton courts, and a 1000-meter track on the playground.

There are a large number of trees planted around, and the layers of pale red and emerald green are very beautiful.

Today's temperature is a little higher, and the air is still filled with a touch of sweet-scented osmanthus.

After four o'clock, Shang Lingjue will give a class of about two hours to the music students of this school, mainly to talk about the history of music, and then perform a live performance, which is almost the same.

The teaching location was set at the multimedia lecture theater on the second floor of the main building. When Shang Lingjue entered, there were many people in the classroom, and the classroom was filled with people.

Because it is an open class, there are many teachers besides the students.

After seeing Shang Lingjue's appearance, the students all smiled, and then couldn't stop whispering.

But after Shang Lingjue raised his brows and lowered his eyes, the sharp and wild feeling shocked everyone in the classroom.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Shang Lingjue smiled again, although there was still gloom in his long and narrow eyes.

"Hi everyone, let me introduce myself first, my surname is Shang..."

Shang Lingjue stood on the podium with a violin in front of her. After talking about music history for half an hour, she directly took out the violin, moved her bow lazily and casually, and played out a few pieces of music.

Then, it is to ask questions like death.

After drawing a paragraph and asking three questions, the students who were pointed out were all excited, and the others were also excited and nervous.

They originally thought that the lecturer would be a middle-aged man with a big belly.

Unexpectedly, a super beautiful young sister came. Many people even recognized Shang Lingjue as the lead singer of Meet, but because they were still in class, they dared not search for photos to compare.

Two hours passed quickly, and Shang Lingjue put down the violin calmly, with a faint smile on his lips.

"One last quick question, can someone tell me about Paganini's technique when playing?"

Many people rushed to raise their hands, and some students wanted to jump on the desk to attract Shang Lingjue's attention.

Shang Lingjue's slender jade-like fingers tapped on the lectern, she raised her eyelashes slightly, and swept to the seats in the back row.

"Just the classmate who wears a hat and glasses and keeps his head down," Shang Lingjue pointed to the last row of seats by the window.

There is a load-bearing pillar there, and the student in the white sweater has been hiding behind it, reducing his sense of existence.

As a result, after shouting for a long time, the classmate did not stand up. Shang Lingjue walked unhurriedly to the third row from the bottom, and said, "This classmate, please answer my question."

All eyes were focused on the last row, only to see the woman with long hair like a waterfall, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, her beautiful side face as shiny as jade looming in the black hair, and a strong lack of desire in her sluggishness. emotion.

Just as Shang Lingjue was walking towards the last row calmly, the bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang.

"Student, don't listen enough to the recital, do you still want to listen to the open class?"

Standing behind Si Er's seat, Shang Lingjue bent over and said in a low voice with a delicate and cold face.

As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, Si Er immediately ran out of the classroom as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, her black hair fluttering, revealing a section of her shiny, white neck.

The woman is like a beautiful and proud little swan, fleeing from the crowd of humans.

Not only beautiful, but also very cunning.

After the get out of class bell rang, the silent campus seemed to come alive again, and the sounds of students playing and playing came and went.

Shang Lingjue chased Si Er all the way, and the curious faces of the students passed by his side.

The autumn night came early, but after six o'clock, the sky was already dark.

The two ran out of the main teaching building, Shang Lingjue aimed at the slender white figure, their footsteps were getting closer and closer, almost overlapping.

The lights on the playground are on and off, and the autumn leaves are all over the sky. It is indeed a good time to chase.

They were chasing each other in a corner of the campus, sparrows were chattering in the trees, sweet-scented osmanthus was sprinkled all over the ground, the moon had just come out, and there were stars all around.

In the end, they were blocked by the tall walls of the school, and the two stood on flowers, with a distance of one meter between them, looking at each other.

The length of one meter is definitely not the closest or the farthest they have ever had.

The closest distance... infinite intimacy.

The farthest distance is across the Pacific Ocean and countless hills and seas of stars.

"Didn't the teacher answer all your questions when you came to class?" Shang Lingjue looked at Si Er's blushing cheeks with a half-smile and asked intentionally.

Counting it, this is the second time she has run after Se Er, and she doesn't know what's wrong with this woman, she knows to run away as soon as she meets her.

And she was dressed like a student, with gold rimless glasses, a pure white sweater, and a short light gray A-line skirt.

On the dimly lit playground, the woman's calf was slender and white, every inch of her skin was as warm as jade, with a thrilling beauty.

She walked slowly to Si Er's side, and the woman lifted her chin lightly, and looked at Shang Lingjue, her peach blossom eyes were as clear as water, and they were inexplicably captivating in the night.

"I can't listen to the recital enough, so I still need to listen to the public class?"

"Shang Lingjue, I..." Si Erying's pink lips parted slightly, and the faint and cold fragrance made people itch.

"Sister, there are walls on three sides this time, so it's not easy to escape, right?" Shang Lingjue smiled faintly, "If you can't answer the question, should you be punished by my office for copying after class, or punished to stand?"

Si Er bit her lower lip lightly, her long eyelashes were half lifted, and her peach blossom eyes looked at Shang Lingjue in disbelief. She had always been a three-good student in school, first or second in grade, and had never been punished for copying, let alone punished for copying. stand up.

"You all stay still!"

A thick and resonant voice came from behind them, interrupting what Sr was about to say.

The tall and mighty figure was holding a silver pointer, and came out of the hazy night mist, with a menacing aura!

"All of you, come here obediently and follow me!"

Only then did Shang Lingjue see not only himself and Si Er, but also several pairs of students standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

"Hurry up! You all know the consequences of disobedience!"

The man's voice was too fierce, as if the bully was about to kill someone.

Shang Lingjue held Si Er's hand subconsciously, it was still a little cold, but the long-lost softness and delicateness still made the two of them tremble slightly at the same time.

"Sister, are you cold?" Shang Lingjue whispered in Si'er's ear.

The girl's soft lips brushed against the tips of her ears, and S Er trembled even more, and a deeper crimson color appeared on her plain face.

"cold."

"That's only wearing such thin clothes, put them on together," Shang Lingjue gave half of the extended scarf to Si Er.

The fluffy scarf, with the minty sweet scent of the exclusive Shang Lingjue, hit Si Er's body again.

"Hurry up, why are you in a daze," the man pointed in the direction ahead, motioning for everyone to follow.

Although this scene was sudden and somewhat inexplicable, Shang Lingjue still led Si Er and slowly followed the group of students.

The ghost knows what happened to this school, it was so strange at night.

Shang Lingjue looked around calmly, thinking that it would be better to get closer to the school gate first.

The next moment, the group of them came to the school's rostrum, and saw a circle of hydrangea flowers placed on the rostrum, and at the same time, a bright white headlight illuminated everyone's figures.

With his hands behind his back and thick-rimmed glasses, a man who looked like a teacher stood in front of them, walking up and down, shaking his head heavily and sighing.

Then he stopped, holding the silver pointer between his fingers, and said gruffly:

"Our school has repeatedly stipulated that puppy love is not allowed, and puppy love is not allowed. You just don't listen."

"Being arrested this time, not only must the whole school report criticism, but you must also invite your parents to the school to have a good talk."

The author says:

感谢在2022-04-2300：00：05～2022-04-2322：00：03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: Motorcycle Maintenance Art 1;

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