【Moon Orchid】Birds crossing the rainy season

What prompted Zilan to embark on the journey was the sudden and unusually hot sunshine in Columbia.

It was the first time in Zilan's life that she encountered such a not-so-good summer drought.The sun was too scorching, and every corner was brightly illuminated. Looking around, the shadows brought about by the ore disease could not be hidden among the streets and buildings in the city.

Zilan puts her medical records and physical examination reports in a tote bag—this kind of shoulder bag is light and can be carried, and it looks capable and elegant. Almost every editor who often goes out to do errands has one. Style followed and bought one, which has been with me for many years.She thought to herself that she would not need such a bag in the future, and maybe she should choose a small and cute style for herself when she had time.

She put her fingertips against the wide brim of the sun hat, and only raised it a little, but she was blinded by the bright reflection from the glass wall of the opposite building.

At noon on a weekday, the streets are sparsely populated.Someone hurried past her with cold brewed coffee. She was stagnant in the flowing air, and she smelled a thin scent—the fragrance base of orange blossom and freesia, which was sweet and lingering, but Doesn't last long, no longer than a short lunch break on a weekday.

Zilan decides to travel.

She thought she should leave the city, temporarily, or permanently.

Zilan submits her resignation letter.Afterwards, he resorted to some tricks to smooth out the source stone concentration sampling test when leaving the country, and left Colombia smoothly.It was destined to go so smoothly—it seemed to indicate that she would not come back again.

It happened to be June when Zilan arrived in Dongguo.June is the annual rainy season in Dongguo, with fine and persistent rain.The whole city is wet, and there is a smell of fresh grass.

Zi Lan didn't like such a humid environment, she is not Li Boli who is hydrophilic, water vapor will make feathers heavy, a woman in the fashion industry must never be burdened with such a heavy feeling - this is terrible.But now it is different, she is far away from the kind of life that requires a woman to be ready for the baptism of the telephoto lens at all times, and must be capable and beautiful, sharp and brisk at any time; she is idling on the streets of another country Waste your time, no one knows yourself at all.She could have been more casual, more clumsy, even sluggish, endlessly distracted, talking to herself as if no one else was there.

Zi Lan touched her cheek, no doubt, the faint sense of moistness brought by the rainy season told her that her makeup was going to suffer, but she was actually happy about it.Zilan could feel the skin all over her body breathing freely, like a baby who just left the womb and was full of curiosity and kindness towards the world.

Traveling through the rainy season in a foreign country, Zi Lan felt as if she had been reborn once, and all her life was allowed to start again in this long-lasting drizzle.

Zilan wandered the streets holding an umbrella for half an afternoon, then slowly went to the hotel she had booked earlier, and went to the front desk to register.There were a lot of passengers staying today, she waited at the back of the line, and went to the newspaper rack beside her to get a magazine to pass the time.

Opening the magazine is a huge three-fold pull-out page, and the pull-out page has only been folded open, "The devil who controls the night in the Eastern Kingdom, the top cowherd's favorite things are assembled——" The big characters jumped into view, Zi Lan I almost didn't catch my breath.

Poor typography, artificial color matching, the business level of this magazine is not only lack of aesthetics, it is simply ignorant of common sense!The corners of Zi Lan's eyes twitched, but due to the professional habits of magazine editors, she still opened the page completely.

The top cowherd's business smile rushed to his face like a pot of shabu-shabu water overnight, and Zi Lan's face froze.

The face was trimmed too hard, the skin was polished until it was distorted, the tooth surface was shiny, the eyelashes were shining, and the surrounding materials were filled with hearts and cross stars - the most terrible thing was this, the cutout was not clean.The whole picture is shining with the vulgar glare of countless coins stacked together.

Zi Lan was suffocated by the overflowing exaggerated breath.With a "tsk", she closed the magazine in disgust, put it back on the newspaper shelf, took a few deep breaths, and quickly drove those images with extremely bad taste out of her mind.Ugly decoration materials, the magical purple that is only used in folk places, and advertising slogans with too fancy fonts... After stripping away all these messy impressions, there is still a picture of a decent man in Zilan's mind. face, and the neat little characters next to his business smile.

Do you want to experience a night you will never forget?

come here--

Become the princess of the Eastern Night Demon King.

Zi Lan picked up the eraser, and quickly erased these lines of words and that face from her mind.

——However, before Zilan had time to dust off the eraser, that face caught her off guard again.

Zi Lan looked in surprise at the man at the head of the line who was leaning gracefully on the counter and whispering to the counter lady, who was hugging a pretty woman.She couldn't help moving two steps away, half-body moved out of the line, stood on tiptoe, looked over the head of the person in front of her, and looked around.

The black hair turned upside down doesn't look very docile, with death pink highlights mixed in the middle; the patent leather trench coat and the sighing pink shirt are paired with the fancy necklace and collarbone piled up around the neck The chain exudes a cheap feeling of fullness; the physique with wide shoulders and narrow waist is a very standard male model, although it is more suitable for the fashion industry than a model... Zilan's eyes are in this outfit After walking up and down for a while, a stress reaction is about to appear.

A voice suddenly appeared in Zilan's mind.

——Eastern Night Demon King?

——What kind of silly name is this, it's too tasteless.

Zilan can no longer be anyone's princess.

She put the report on the diagnosis of ore disease in the interlayer of the suitcase and traveled around with it.She can't abandon it as simply as abandoning the past life, so Zilan longs to learn to accept it and accept it as a part of herself during the long journey.

——Easier said than done.

When Zilan entered the industry, her predecessors told her that in Colombia, the law prohibits discrimination against patients with ore disease—if anyone dares to point at other people’s naked Originium crystals on the street, or vote for strange eyes, then you can immediately go to the nearest police station to sue him for discrimination, and there is a high probability that you will get a lot of compensation.There is no doubt that Colombian law is progressive and democratic - but Colombian fashion has its own laws.

Disease is unbeautiful, disease is rot, erosion, stench, deformity, disease is fundamentally abhorred.All those special topic selections related to "death", "abnormality" and "decadence" are just a group of healthy and beautiful models pretending to be sick and moaning in the dark scenery set up in the studio. Readers and audiences can't take their eyes off Staring at these pretentious beauties, I really thought that I was admiring the ugly and the real, that I respected diversity, and that I was open and free.

——Wake up, beauty is not democracy and freedom, beauty is dictatorship.Beauty is beauty, and no flaws are tolerated from the essence to the skin.

An editor suffering from ore disease has no face to continue working in a fashion magazine, which is a disgrace to the entire industry.Zilan resigned on her own initiative, she must not stay there and continue working until one day her illness was exposed, she knew that she could not bear such humiliation.

A fashion practitioner with professional ethics should be like this: work conscientiously, hone your sense of smell, maintain a perfect state anytime and anywhere, and choose a suitable time to retire after being good at it when you get older—if you get the ore I just took advantage of no one's notice and resigned decently to leave. If I was hesitant or lucky and found out, I would be nailed to the pillar of shame and cast aside, and my credit report would also be blacklisted. .

Zi Lan thought she was very respectable, and ended a happy life decisively and decently.Engaging in a job you love at the best age, with a high salary and admiration-it is simply a time blessed by God. Is there a better life than this?Never again.

Holding the medical certificate, Zi Lan stood in the scorching sun that melted everything in Columbia, knowing that she would never have such a brilliant life like a dream reflected in reality.

The first source stone crystal grew from the bone bead under the back of her neck, like an isolated island in the sea.Then crystals as fine as diamond chips slowly emerged along the trend of the shoulder blades, as if they were about to give birth to a pair of black wings, pulling her into the abyss.

Zilan incurred a lot of extra expenses during the trip, because she almost broke the mirror in every hotel room she stayed in, and had to pay for it when paying the bill.Every morning, after washing and grooming, she would wear a dark silk scarf to cover the looming untie at the nape of her neck, then put on silk gloves to hide the wound cut by broken glass on her palm, and go out the door, she is still a A beautiful woman, walking on the street has a high rate of turning heads.

Whenever Zilan felt that it was almost enough, that she could reconcile with herself, she would go to a new city, stay in a new hotel, and then, without exception, the moment she saw the brand new mirror, she would grab whatever she could throw away. Things from the past slammed into the past.A new journey, a new country, a new wound, but still the same old disease, the incurable Zilan.

Zilan voluntarily resigned without receiving any compensation. She played casually for two years without any income. Coupled with this uncontrollable destructive behavior, Zilan's savings are almost bottomed out. After the rainy season in Dongguo is over, Her life will completely fall to the bottom, and there is no possibility of getting up again.

Zilan kicked away the broken pieces, went to the sink and turned on the faucet, and skillfully began to rinse the wound and blood. The white porcelain sink soon overflowed with blood.She stared at her blurred reflection in the crimson water, and thought, Wait until the end of this journey, and end this life—before it becomes as broken as this mirror, before Those good days are still alive, let's end it.

She has no chance to reconcile with herself.

After Zilan cleaned up the messy bathroom, night fell. She treated the wound, changed into a dress, and carried the umbrella and delicate handbag that she carried all year round. Downgraded to her travel bag, ready to go out to find something to eat at the night market.

When she got to the door, Zi Lan lowered her head and found a card slipped through the crack of the door and stopped at her feet.