Du Qing lay down on the bed, her curly hair covered in blooming flowers.
She said, "I accept."
Meanwhile, Xiao Wu, wearing headphones, was so shaken by the rock music that his scalp tingled, when he saw Aheng's face approaching.
What? Liu'er, what did you say?
Ah Heng smiled and took off her headset.
I said, "I'm sorry, Fifth Sister, I can't have dinner with you. I have to go back to City B."
how long.
When the same words were spoken to Gu Feibai, his voice was somewhat indifferent.
Seven days, roughly.
Then, Gu Feibai said, "Let's take a plane. I'll take you to security."
He took out his phone and solemnly took a picture. Then, he gave her a tight hug, filled with unease.
Seven days. If you're even a second late, I'll throw you onto the overpass.
She smiled, gently patted his back, and whispered, "Feibai, stop plotting to throw a girl off the overpass. I don't want you anymore, really. I have my pride too."
Gu Feibai cupped her face in his hands, then smiled helplessly.
Not to mention you, even your pride was something I picked up again.
How long ago was it that I received that phone call?
Time, place, emptiness, male voice.
Then, the call was disconnected.
He ran to the overpass, only to see the woman he had been longing for, holding such a large box, her hands covered in dried blood, looking like she had lost her soul.
It's like a gift from God.
She recognized him, turned her face away, and planned to brush past him once again.
He gripped her wrist, his teeth clenched in pain.
Wen Heng, everyone says you're my fiancée, do you still acknowledge it?
They, how many people, three, two, one, in the future, now, or in the past.
Such arrogant words, yet the tone was humble to the core.
Holding her was a deep, unwavering feeling; he could no longer care whether she had the strength to follow the traditional love stories of talented men and beautiful women and fall deeply in love with someone over time.
All she knew was that, behind her unseen, in the rain at the other end of the overpass, lurked a man in misty black.
A pale face, clear, large eyes, and the pain of loss that could collapse at any moment.
He knew that if he held the girl tightly, she would be forever hidden in the shadows, like a trampled shadow, with no chance of ever returning.
From then on, for the rest of my life.
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Rumors about Yan hope and Chu Yun's relationship were rampant, reaching a minor peak in early January.
The reason isn't that some magazine or newspaper followed Yan and Chu and filmed their nightlife together; that's just reheated leftovers, nothing new.
However, this time was different. This time, Yan Xichu was invited to host a music program. Miss Chu did not walk well on stage. Her high heels were too high and stepped on her long dress, almost causing a wardrobe malfunction. DJ YAN reacted quickly, hugged the girl, covered her with his suit jacket, and walked straight backstage.
Then, below the stage, thousands of audience members.
So, DJ YAN, you still want to deny it? Every audience member in the capital gets a pair of eyes.
Chu Yun said, "I'm sorry, I was so unprofessional today, and I dragged you into this."
Yan hope doesn't care. You can't be a professional every day. Even a professional is still just a human being.
There was a slight bluish shadow at the moment. He had prepared three 24-hour sessions for this musical extravaganza.
Of course, with countless substitutes available, who among the sponsors would care about your little accident?
She rubbed her ankle and asked him why he wanted to become a DJ, saying it wasn't really...suitable for her.
Yan hope retrieved some aloe vera gel for bruising from the dressing room, handed it to her, and looked down at her slightly. Politician, diplomat? That's the path our parents walked; it can't be continued forever.
Chu Yun smiled, but... Do you know what people are saying? In the entire B City, is DJ YAN the only one who can endorse even sanitary napkins?
Yan hope remained noncommittal, gesturing for her to continue.
She said, "Your personality shouldn't allow you to endure these sarcastic remarks every day."
The room was very warm from the heating. Yan hope unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and smiled calmly.
So what? If a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back?
The girl suddenly leaned forward, her beautiful eyes staring straight into his eyes.
Yan hope frowned slightly, somewhat displeased, but she spoke softly.
Yan hope, there's a huge black hole in your eyes.
Yan hope chuckled and sank into the leather chair behind him, creating a normal space between them.
Chu Yun, there's no need to beat around the bush. What exactly do you want to know? You know, being treated like a coveted cake isn't a very pleasant experience.
Chu Yun blinked and spoke unconsciously.
Tiramisu.
Yan hope said, "What?"
Chu Yun smiled and said, "Take me away." (The Italian word for tiramisu is "take me away.")
Suddenly, she leaned close to his ear and spoke slowly.
I said, you're like tiramisu.
Yan hope stood up, looked at the mirror in the dressing room, and sneered, her eyes like a clear pool filled with drowning.
Hey, never make your so-called bourgeois jokes about a man.
Chu Yun, with tears welling up in her eyes, clutched her ankle, looking cunning and adorable.
DJ YAN, I'm just a wounded person, this is just a little bit of relaxation, why take it so seriously.
Yan hope laughed, "You're just a woman I can call a friend."
Chu Yun turned his gaze. It was a pity that this friend still didn't know why you insisted on appearing in front of the whole world, enduring ridicule and insults, yet remaining unchanged.
He glanced at the soft white light in the dressing room. He couldn't remember his original intention; it was just a habit now.
Chu Yun suddenly remembered something and realized what it meant.
Is it because of the owner of that room, the Wen family, that extra room?
Her mind began to race, and after thinking for a long time, numerous movie scripts swirled in her head. She clicked her tongue in amazement.
Could it be that that person was your first love, and then she died of leukemia, and you loved her deeply, were traumatized, rebelled, and went against your family's wishes to do the industry they disliked the most?
Yan hope chuckled. "Although none of what you said is correct, I do indeed prefer this fake version."
Why.
Yan hope said that a person who has lost their way will at least not wander off if they stay in a grave.
Chu Yun smiled slightly. "Yan hope, it seems that your feelings for her are only a sense of responsibility."
Then, her soft, watery eyes looked at him.
She said, "If your life is a play, I feel like I could be the leading lady."
Yan hope smiled, pinching the waist of the slender eyebrow pencil and spinning it quickly, his tone questioning.
How to put it.
Chu Yun blinked, then stretched out her slender fingers, reciting the names of her treasures.
Look, when you were young and impetuous, you met a woman who hurt you, and you closed your heart. Years later, well, you met me, the female lead. I'm beautiful, warm, kind, and mischievous. More importantly, I also have that little bit of scatterbrainness that all female leads have. Gradually, little by little, I touch your heart. Hey, Yan hope, watch out, I'm about to enter your heart.
Yan hope raised an eyebrow, stretched out his arms, and opened his chest, revealing his bones and muscles, stretching out inch by inch.
You are welcome anytime.
Chapter 69
"Aheng, no matter where we go, you can't let your dad take a plane, understand?"
That was her mother, with a very serious expression.
Ah Heng nodded, her eyes gentle as she nodded vigorously. She said, "Mom, I remember."
My mother ruffled her hair and busied herself packing their clothes. After a long while, she spoke again, "Don't forget, it's forbidden, absolutely." She said it to me again.
Ah Heng looked at her and repeated earnestly, word by word.
Absolutely not, let Dad take the plane.
Like a little child learning to speak for the first time.
Then, cautiously, he asked...
Why.
Her mother gave her a hug, gently, and with a smile.
Oh, that one, your dad...
Her father coughed lightly beside her, called out "Yunyi," silencing her, picked up his travel bag, took her hand, nodded, and walked away.
The mother looked at them, and even her back view was warm.
It seems that in her heart, the image of her parents standing in the same scene, deeply in love, completely belonging to Wen Heng, is only this moment.
She stopped in front of the grave in the cemetery, crouched down, and quietly looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone.
Handsome, rugged, upright, a real man.