【Moon Orchid】Birds crossing the rainy season

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Yue Jian Ye and Zi Lan had to give up their plan of walking all the way to the shopping street to find supper, and returned to the hotel early.No one spoke any more along the way.Zilan thought over and over again in her heart what Yuejianye said and why she was in a trance after hearing those words.A man who shouldn't talk about his sincerity talked about his sincerity with a woman who didn't have his sincerity, as if he had heard a terrible joke and had a dream that he had to wake up overnight.

Plague is a boil that grows on the whole world and degrades into the pain of every tiny individual.Zilan has never suffered for the sincerity that she has never longed for and never paid for. All the torment she has suffered comes from the rotten flower of the disease on her back.She can't experience the happiness that Yue Jianye said at all, and she can't even share the pain.Zilan thought that she and Yue Jianye had never met each other, and the length of their lives was different. The chances were too shallow, and the coincidences were not enough.

There's no way anything could happen in this short-lived rainy season, it's not worth it at all.

"Don't give me that kind of pain, I'm not blessed to bear it."

In the end, Zilan could only say this.

Back at the hotel, Zilan and Yuejianye stood in front of the gate.The rain gurgled down the umbrella tip, staining the floor tiles under my feet with a dark mottle.

Zi Lan hesitated for a while, and broke the silence first: "Tomorrow I want to rest alone and don't want to go out, so you don't have to come here to find me."

"Okay." Yue Jianye still nodded kindly, and asked her with gentle eyes: "Then shall we...see you again?"

Zi Lan was almost bewildered by those eyes, she nodded stiffly: "Yes, goodbye."

Yue Jianye bowed her body, then turned her head and walked down the stairs.Zi Lan reached out and grabbed his arm without thinking, Yue Jianye turned her head and looked at her in confusion: "Huh? Is there anything else, Miss Zi Lan?"

Don't mean it.

"... Umbrella." Zi Lan's head suddenly became hot, and she hurriedly handed out the umbrella she never left, "It's still raining, you can use my umbrella first."

Do not give false hope.

"...It's just an umbrella." Yue Jianye sighed with a smile, his gaze dropped, passed over her umbrella, and landed directly on the ground, as if blaming her, "I'll just go to the station to borrow a public umbrella ——It's very close. Didn't we say 'goodbye', Miss Zilan?"

do not speak.

Zi Lan grabbed Yue Jianye's open neckline, pulled it over and kissed his smiling lips.She sucked vigorously along the gap between Yue Jianye's lips, and her fingers lightly landed on his chest, then slid down without any effort, dragging a long track, and finally stopped at his waist, pulling away. Pull his belt buckle.Yue Jianye gasped, and Zi Lan gave him a provocative look, she said, the relationship between us is not so serious, there is no need to say what it is, right?

Don't love and don't say goodbye.

What is this feeling?Are you happy?happy?

No, nothing.Just fragments of some kind of bubble to counteract the fear of death and the sudden throes of a negative life.

During the whole night of sudden heavy rain, Zi Lan was only awake for a very short moment—taking advantage of this hard-won sobriety, Zi Lan pushed Yue Jianye's shoulder and pulled herself away from the rustling kisses. rescued.She raised her head and saw the Sarkaz man's face was illuminated by the molten silver wall lamp in the corridor of the hotel, and there was a scarlet bite mark on his pale lips.

Zi Lan swallowed her saliva, and finally decided to ask him, I am infected with ore disease, are you sure you want to sleep with me?

Yue Jianye smiled, grabbed her hand, and precisely kissed the deepest wound on the palm through the glove.Then he opened his mouth to Zilan, pressed his tongue, and gently bit the object on the tongue with his sharp teeth, showing Zilan the little-known secret treasure.

Zi Lan took a closer look, the black crystal on the tongue was like a perfectly cut tongue nail fitted there, held by the bright white teeth and held in front of her, slightly glowing with a strange light.

Zi Lan grabbed Yue Jian Ye's skirt, she stared closely at his eyes, confronting herself reflected in the depths of his pupils.All of a sudden she felt the pain of the illness that had crammed into her life for the past two years and the despondency of that enthusiasm faded away.They no longer ruled her, they no longer held her, they let go of her blood-stained wings, they shed, they retreated, they moved away from her for a moment.The part of the butterfly bone where Originium crystals grew was aching again, and a cluster of desires to fly again began to sprout.

A woman who has nothing is blessed with eternity.

"Only 'Princess' is commensurate with 'Happy Memory', isn't it?"

Zilan barely made a sound, but Yue Jianye could clearly hear her every syllable, and they fell to the ground one by one, making a lot of noise.

Then make me your princess.

Yue Jianye reached into the side pocket of Zi Lan's skirt, took out her room key card, swiped open the crumbling lock, pushed the door open, and closed the door with a heel hook.The window was not closed properly, and the curtains were blown up by the wind, like a girl's skirt slowly falling down and returning to its original position.

Yuejianye's belt was the first to fly out, followed by Zilan's high-leg skirt. The high-heeled shoes hung on the corner of the bed amidst the messy pulling of the fabric, and the leather collar pressed the ruffles of the silk shirt.Yue Jianye embraced Zilan and fell into the bed as if falling into an abyss.The materials of the quilt and sheets are very gentle, and the feeling of sticking to the skin makes Zi Lan not sure whether it is the fabric or being touched by someone.She was like a baby in his arms, and like a silent ghost waiting to resonate.Her coldness calls forth heat, and her barrenness cries out to burn.Zilan was a little absent-minded, as if under the guidance of Yue Jianye, she embarked on a long journey, an undead journey to prove that she can still be reborn. There are deserts, wastelands, high mountains and cliffs, and fertile oases.

"You didn't resign because you lost your relationship..." She asked pantingly, "It's because you contracted ore disease, right?"

"Miss Zilan...Really, should I say that you don't understand style?" Yue Jianye rubbed back and forth along the ups and downs of Zilan's groin, as if hovering above a silent mountain range.

"Terminal illness can trigger the deepest loneliness in people's hearts, I understand." Zi Lan sneered.

"Love itself is a terminal illness." Yue Jianye shook her head helplessly, bent down and kissed her charming eye corners—the eye corners that made him fall in love at first sight, "Miss Zi Lan really underestimated 'love' too much."

——She looked at him with that look again, the unsteady look that wobbled under the umbrella eaves of the rainstorm.

"Are you saying you love me?"

She said aggressive words in a joking tone, Yue Jianye could only look away from her.

"I didn't say that." "Then shut up."

Zilan felt that she was about to exhaust all her courage to face death, she bit Yue Jianye's lips, and licked and kissed the black crystals on the surface of his tongue over and over again, that diamond-like wound, as if the relationship between them A deep-rooted connection is established.Comfort each other, pity each other, empathize with each other, but there is no love.Yuejianye asked Zilan if she would like to keep the lights on or darker, and Zilan said not to turn on the lights.She can't just watch herself die, after all, she doesn't believe that she can be reborn, but she will still see herself in Yue Jianye's eyes, clearly, everywhere, all the time.She will see her despair, see her drunken dreams, and she is afraid to see herself impulsively asking for help from a man who has slept with her only two days after she knew her.

I don't want to die yet, help me.

Snapped!Without thinking, Zi Lan reached out and turned off the last bed lamp.The darkness is at your fingertips, and the moonlight leaking through the gaps in the curtains is boundless.The vastness of the night was frightening, and it was just the two of them, so they had to cling to each other.All sobriety is too cold, and the momentary frenzy and intoxication are the most precious human body temperature.The heart-burning heat on Sarkaz's body was enough to warm Li Boli's fragile limbs, allowing her to pass through the long night safely.

Li Boli's indigo-blue feathers were scattered, like spread wings; swaying, like flying.She rode the wind and flew across the continents and oceans, but she couldn't fly out of the humid rainy season in the Eastern Kingdom.

Yes, what Yue Jianye said was right, Zi Lan was a bird that would not stay in any man's palm, but if his palm always kept the blazing heat of life and death, then she might be willing to rest here.

Zilan covered her fear with tears.As much happiness as Yue Jianye gave her, she also nurtured so much pain at the same time.The food Yue Jianye took her, the places she visited, the words she told her, all the touches on her body... Everything Yue Jianye did reminded her of the exuberant life, of life, Then she couldn't help but think twice of death; as much as she wanted to live on, she wanted to die immediately.The body temperature of a living person made her nostalgic, but she was even more afraid that the fresh temperature would sting her again and again, reminding her that she was irretrievably falling to death like a bird with broken wings crashing into the earth from a high altitude.

Everything in the world is fine, but it has nothing to do with her.

Zilan woke up late at night, and she was surprised to find that Yue Jianye's sleep was worse than hers.She slid out of bed, her steps were a little weak, she picked up a shirt and put it on - the fabric was high quality; the cologne smelled good; the color was bright pink, vomit.Zilan took out a document from the depths of the suitcase, walked lightly into the bathroom, turned on the light, closed the door, and sat down beside the bathtub.The tiles were too cold, and she couldn't help but rubbed her hands and feet while hugging her knees while opening the file.

On the first page of the document was a large line: Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals Medical Contract for Ore Disease.

Before Zilan left Columbia, the senior who brought her into the industry quietly slipped it to her—that was the only person who knew Zilan was ill at the time.

Zilan wanted to finish it off countless times, and was kept on the edge of the abyss countless times by the last ray of hope.She flipped through it carefully again, she was already familiar with this document, but she didn't know where to borrow a little courage to live to overcome the temptation of death to her.

Zilan can't easily let go of her happy life as a fashion editor in the past and start a new life as a patient. It's like struggling and crawling forward in a muddy swamp. She may have to accept all kinds of painful conditions. The side effects of treatment and drugs will make her look unrecognizable, how can she accept herself like that?If, after she endured everything, she became a haggard, weak, and unable to take care of herself, and her condition deteriorated rapidly in the end, and she just suffered for a few years in vain to survive, how would she face such a result?If she pinned her final hopes on that kind of result, she might as well choose to bid a decent farewell at the very beginning.

Turning to the last page, Zi Lan stared at the applicant's signature column for a long time, then sighed, closed the document and walked out of the bathroom—she still couldn't make up her mind to sign her name there.Zi Lan put the contract back in the suitcase, planning to sleep for a while.When she returned to the bed in the dark, she heard Yue Jianye turning over and talking vaguely in sleep.

"Miss Zilan...

"Zilan...

"Zilan..."

Hearing Yue Jianye chanting her name over and over again, Zi Lan thought it was funny, and even thought about whether to take the opportunity to record it, and make fun of him tomorrow morning-on second thought it was too boring, so she gave up.Just as Zi Lan stretched out her hand to throw off the quilt and go to bed, she heard Yue Jianye speak clearly.

"Live it."

Yue Jianye turned over again, and after a while, there was a long and even breath.

Zilan stood dumbfounded in the darkness, bent over, pinching the corner of the quilt with one hand, and covering her mouth tightly with the other to prevent the crying and roaring in her throat.