【Moon Orchid】Birds crossing the rainy season

Zi Lan woke up with a splitting headache.

She stretched drowsily, then turned over, and found that she was deep in the soft ocean, the temperature and gentle touch of the quilt made her lose her mind.Zilan was lying on her side in a comfortable position, and she saw her tote travel bag on the side shelf, and the umbrella standing on the edge of the closet, which looked normal—she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.Zilan turned her gaze away again, and saw her sun hat, dress and underwear hanging on the back of the armchair beside the bed.

……underwear.

underwear?

--underwear? ! !

Zi Lan clutched her chest and suddenly turned over and sat up.She lowered her head, and found that she was wearing the nightgown provided by the hotel properly, with the front slightly open, probably because of her sleeping posture——Zi Lan shivered again, and turned her head to look to the side.

Fortunately, the single bed didn't widen out of nowhere, and there were no people lying on the floor who shouldn't be there.

After enduring the hangover, Zilan had a headache that came and went and started to recall.What did she do yesterday...

Sitting in the cowherd shop where Tsukimi Ye worked, enduring men with colorfully dyed hair dangling in front of my eyes...

And after that?

Ah, champagne calling.By the way, it seems that yesterday I ordered several rounds of wine in a daze, and directly maxed out the card—— Thinking of this, Zi Lan suddenly trembled, it was the kind of reflexive shrinking when she realized that she would have the rest of her life after a catastrophe.I can't recall at all how much bill I signed off yesterday, and I don't want to calculate it at all.The only thing that makes Zi Lan feel uncomfortable is that she has received a good education, has worked in a well-behaved manner for many years, and has a clean resume and good credit. Then, when her former colleagues, friends who have not been in touch with each other, and even readers who have only glimpsed her name in magazines, when they learn of her death, what tone will they use to talk about her? ...

Zilan buried her face in her palms with grief—should I just find a temporary job that doesn't involve taking medical history, pay off the debts, and then find a hidden corner to die quietly?Wait, the water vendor industry is a huge profiteering industry. Even the most common champagne in Niu Lang's shop is sold at about ten times the market price, plus Dongguo's high consumption tax... If the amount owed is too large Big, wouldn't she have to work for another five, ten or even longer to pay off?Should this hopeless and meaningless life continue to be delayed for such absurd reasons? !

... After all, how much did she spend yesterday? !

As Zilan gradually became sober, a kind of courage called "go to the bank to check the flow of her credit card" also leaked from her body little by little.Zilan decided to call Yue Jianye before she was so depressed that she lost all hope and jumped over the hotel window and asked him how much she spent in the Cowherd's shop yesterday.

In addition, she must have drunk the fragments last night, did Yue Jianye send her back?

She reached for her bag, and she remembered that she conveniently put the small card that Yue Jianye stuffed in through the crack of the door yesterday into the card pocket, and when she touched it, it didn't have the stiff texture of the card.Zi Lan took it out and saw that it was a folded note, as if torn from a hotel note pad.

The moment Zilan opened it, she tilted her head reflexively—too eye-catching, this cursive, slanted crab crawling character.

Thanks

Miss Zilan:

Gui'an.

did you sleep well

If you're worrying about last night's bill at the store, you don't have to.It's my job to make customers smile happily. How can I let Miss Zilan be troubled by this? Isn't that putting the cart before the horse.

You must be hungry when you wake up. If you don't mind, I want to take you to have breakfast.I'll be waiting for you in the downstairs lobby of the hotel.

moon night

Zi Lan was stunned, her brain soaked in alcohol became much slower.

downstairs?

……Now?

Zi Lan was a little puzzled, but she lifted the quilt and got up to go to the bathroom.She took a shower, changed her clothes, finished her grooming, put on her makeup, put on some lipstick, and raised her head—there was no mirror on the wall.

In the past two years, she has hardly used a mirror, and she has never put on a particularly delicate makeup. She always puts on a foundation and some light lip gloss before going out. no problem.

Zilan suddenly realized that just now, for the first time in two years, she was wearing bright lipstick, wanted to put on a full makeup, arrange her hair carefully, tidy up every detail of herself, and walk out radiantly Go—to meet a door-to-door salesman I met yesterday, and have breakfast with him.

Zi Lan suddenly became angry for no reason, and was so angry that she poured out a hand of makeup remover and began to slap her face.

Stop dreaming.

My lord princess—is it funny?

Without a job, without savings, without health, without dreams, you are already a hopeless person.

Don't be confused about the situation after a night of madness in the Cowherd's shop, and don't make it seem like life is full of hope again.

The newly formed scabs on the fingers cracked again, and the lotion mixed with the foundation turned into a sludge, which accidentally rubbed into the eyes, causing Zilan to cry.She looked at the lipstick rubbed in her open palm, which was vaguely red like blood.

Zi Lan thought in a daze, after this long journey started, how many times has she wished to get it over with?

How many times did I choose to continue to live for a day without knowing why?

Zilan suddenly fell into a daze, not knowing when she would be able to make up her mind to completely kill the last trace of nostalgia for the world floating in her soul.If you let it go, will that faint nostalgia take root in your heart and grow wildly?Will it bear fruit?

Who will water it?

Zi Lan didn't expect Yue Jian Ye to be downstairs in the hotel.The top cowherd is neatly dressed, leaning gracefully on the leather sofa in the rest area with his legs crossed gracefully, flipping through magazines lazily—Zi Lan took a closer look and found that he had his own large colored pages and his professional level was extremely poor. that one.

Admiring his own photos with a look of intoxication, this person is too disgusting.

Zilan gave a resounding "tsk", and Yue Jianye raised her head upon hearing the sound, smiling so that the tails of her eyes swayed in the wind.

"Good morning, Miss Zilan." "...Morning."

Yue Jianye walked to Zi Lan's side, and quietly looked at her from the corner of her eye.Zi Lan noticed it keenly, she hid to the side, and gave him a sideways glance: "What's the matter?"

Yue Jianye leaned closer again cheekily: "Miss Zi Lan has no makeup today."

In the East, women wearing makeup are considered part of social etiquette, so it is rare for young women to go out to meet people with their bare faces; but in Colombia, there is no such unwritten rule, and it is personal freedom to dress up however you want, Azusa Although Lan is used to putting on makeup, she doesn't want to be criticized by people who don't have any friendship just because she doesn't wear makeup occasionally.

Zi Lan looked at Yue Jian Ye vigilantly, and reflexively assumed a defensive posture to deal with the coming attack.

"Miss Zi Lan looks pretty even without makeup!" Yue Jianye grinned, revealing eight neat white teeth, blinding people's eyes.

good looking.

"Looking good" is a very unprofessional word.

When Zilan was an editor, she often edited manuscripts for novice writers. The word "good-looking" must never appear in pioneering and cutting-edge fashion magazines. The description of "good-looking" must be more specific and the positioning must be more accurate.Just "good-looking" is too vague. "Good-looking" may be the clarity of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, the innocence and youthfulness of an early eleven or twelve-year-old, or it may be a 25-year-old who is still young but has begun to have her own personality. The sharpness of the edges and corners, the overripe and rich aroma of the 30-year-old wine.

Even if it is really impossible to be specific and accurate, the word "good-looking" is too weak, and Zi Lan tends to replace it with the sharper "beautiful" or the heavier "beautiful".

"Good-looking" is not sharp enough to hurt people; nor heavy enough to pressure people. A fashion editor is not allowed to use such a moderate and non-aggressive vocabulary.

Because "good-looking" is a kind of gentle gaze, a tolerant look and being looked at, has nothing to do with any value judgment, a pure and unreasonable affection.

There is no need for others to tell her, Zilan knows that she is not worthy.

"Zi Lan...Miss Zi Lan?" Yue Jianye stretched out five fingers and waved in front of Zi Lan's eyes, Zi Lan suddenly came to her senses, Yue Jianye turned her face towards the door, "Shall we go have breakfast? "

Zilan hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is this considered Before?"

If it is Before, then after the Before is over, you have to go to the store to spend - Zilan can no longer max out her credit card.

Yuejianye smiled: "Miss Zilan, I'm no longer a cowherd - did someone else tell you? I resigned. Yesterday was my farewell party."

Zilan was silent.

Yuejianye led Zilan to an izakaya—it was the kind of place where the location was hard to find, the shop was small, and only experienced diners knew about it.Breakfast is a set meal of grilled yuri fish.The fish skin is burnt and crispy, the rice is a small bowl, the miso soup is a bit salty but rich in flavor; tamagoyaki is Zilan's favorite dish, it is sweet and not greasy, soft and glutinous; Yue Jianye mixes natto for Zilan , Zilan pushed away after smelling it, and refused to obey.

While squeezing lemon juice for the grilled fish, Zi Lan suddenly asked Yue Jianye why she resigned.

Yue Jianye lowered the hand holding the bowl.

Zilan felt that feeling of her heart dropping slightly again.

Because I am in love.

He said.

Zi Lan put on a teasing expression, you can't fall in love casually in this line of work, right?Even if you wanted to talk about it, ordinary girls wouldn't dare, would they?

That's right, even if you give your heart, it's hard to get results—so, I fell out of love right away.

Zilan had difficulty breathing all of a sudden, so she managed to pick up the slack, and it was really amazing for Niu Lang to talk about sincerity.

——Even though he knew that delivering his sincerity would have no result, he still gave his sincerity.

For she is a free bird.

Yue Jianye looked at Zi Lan.

A Li Boli like Miss Zilan would not stay in the palm of any man.

Zilan felt bored all of a sudden, and then muttered after a while, what does it have to do with me...

Yue Jianye suddenly wiped her hair, lamented loudly, alas - even a man who is as popular as me may not be able to bring happiness to the person he wants to give, it is really impermanent -

Zi Lan looked on coldly,...you are so shameless.

Yuejianye and Zilan passed each other on a rainy street.

At that time, he was holding a woman by his side, an important guest who had spent a lot of money on him. Before, he accidentally lost an expensive earring, and Yue Jianye accompanied her to look for it on that street. Ask the store one by one if they have picked it up.

At that time, Yuejianye saw a woman who came out from a distant place, parting the rain curtain, an indigo Li Boli.She was holding a dark umbrella, and she stepped on the puddles with high heels, making a brisk sound.The wide-brimmed hat covered her rainy expression, and she walked aimlessly in the rain, lonely and comfortable.

The rainy season in Dongguo is humid and stuffy. Most people in Dongguo don't like this kind of weather, but Li Boli, who came from a foreign country, stretched its wings leisurely and lingered in the rainy clouds.

Yue Jianye even saw the small ultramarine breeze hidden in the hair, gently blowing the ends of her thick eyelashes.

Suddenly, Yue Jianye suddenly realized that for hundreds of years, this world has tirelessly experienced the change of day and night, winter and spring. The combination of the tail and the smell of the rain-wet pavement bricks swirled into a vertical note, nailed into his heart.

That voice only rang briefly in Yue Jianye's heart, just once.

But just by this, he knew that this was love at first sight that was inevitable in a drifting life, a rainstorm that would eventually come on the mirror water of Pinghu Lake.

She looks clean and clear, and even has a little childlike innocence that makes people obsessed; at the same time, she is fragile and sad inside, breeding decadence and silent despair.

His heart was pounding instantly.

This is a bird flying through the rainy season.

Yue Jianye knew that she was a bird that would never stay in the hands of any man to beg for food.