Aheng doesn't have a cell phone and often uses the dormitory phone. Du Qing set the dormitory number's ringtone to be "Fool." She said, "Our sixth grader is silly and dull; she's my little fool."
She picked up her phone from her lap; it was a pink Nokia, and a black one was a matching couple's model. She wondered which boyfriend had given it to her, but she must have cherished it to continue using it.
"Hey." Du Qing's face was completely hidden in shadow, making it impossible to see his expression.
"Why do you have the right to ask me where I am? I followed her, yeah, I did, so what? My friends all say, Du Qing, how could you lose to someone like this? I'm so ashamed."
You know I'm good, right? If I were good, I wouldn't have been ridiculed to my face at a class reunion.
You're afraid she'll hear? Don't worry, she won't. And even if she did, so what? Do you remember what you told me back then: "Such a beautiful woman, as lovely as water"? Seeing her current state, I wonder if you can still associate those eight words with her.
Ha, I'm laughing at you, but I'm telling you seriously, if someone like that is around you, not only me, but many others will laugh at you too.
You can't handle such a beautiful woman.
Du Qing's words, contrary to his usual sarcastic tone, became intense and biting.
Ah Heng listened quietly, feeling bored. She gently opened the window, and her long, ruffled hair fell out, revealing the first four-leaf clover on the first page of her diary, which she had painstakingly searched for a long time among the alfalfa bushes.
That day, at the end of October, the wind was strong.
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At the press conference, Yan hope said, "Our Chen Wan people are really gentle, have a strong learning ability, are very interesting to talk about, and cook very well. Really, I have never eaten such delicious ribs. You should support them more."
Xin Dayi sat in the audience and whispered, "Why does this sound so familiar?"
Shredded pork = =, you're not alone.
The reporters laughed, saying, "DJ Yan and Chen Wan have such a good relationship! It's rare to see you praise someone like that."
Yan hope shrugged. "I'm not always in front of you guys, am I?"
Chen Wan smiled, her head lowered. The skin peeking out from under her suit jacket had a delicate and even texture, extending down to her white shirt, giving her a gentle and harmless appearance.
However, when she looked at Yan hope, her eyes slowly brightened.
Lu's clothing designs are always simple and elegant, with an emphasis on details. The interplay of light and shadow in the stitches, the contrast of light and shadow, and the creation of space are all features that are extremely difficult to fully express, making the selection of models always very challenging.
Lu Liu said that Chen Wan was the main focus, so the makeup artist had a headache. How could someone as outstanding as Yan Xi be overshadowed by Chen Wan, whose features could only be described as delicate?
Yan hope said it was okay, just darken my face and try mixing chocolate and brown foundation in a 3:7 ratio. As for Chen Wan, just make sure she looks clean.
The first part of Yan hope's walk: a white trench coat, black gloves, black boots, chestnut-colored medium-length hair, slightly curled, covering her eyes, leaving only the outline of her nose and lips in brown, like a David-like sculpture, aloof yet sexy. Her footsteps, her leather boots stepping on the cool marble, seemed to carry the sound of autumn leaves being stepped on.
The other models in the same group also share the same style: white, gray, black, and coffee are the main colors, exuding a healthy and masculine vibe with well-defined muscles, yet carrying a cool and ascetic feel.
The woman in the audience remained silent, but her face flushed and her heart pounded.
The so-called male beauty is something that stirs your nerves so tightly wound they feel like you're walking a tightrope, yet you feel like he's still a distant dream. Sometimes, it seems to have a similar effect to a woman's chastity.
The second part featured Chen Wan, but quite the opposite. He appeared on the electronic screen with a black double-breasted coat, silver chain, white gloves, white boots, a clean and delicate face with no visible pores, thin lips that revealed pink, and a smooth forehead under his black hair. He was pure and mysterious, with a priest-like demeanor.
The other performers on stage, with their pure white makeup, white hair and white lips, were like ice and snow that could not be melted, yet strangely exuded a gentle and passionate spirit.
Reporters in the audience nodded frequently, saying that this newcomer was indeed refreshing, but compared to DJ YAN, wasn't he a bit too green? It's an old trick of pretending to be an angel with wings.
The third part quickened the pace and became more compact, with no breaks. Yan hope and Chen Wan led two different rows, their clothes fluttering, their gazes meeting in opposite directions. The audience below was overwhelmed by the sight of them, but with so many standard figures, they couldn't distinguish them. They could only recognize Yan hope and Chen Wan by their clothes.
Lu Liu stood at a distance with his arms crossed, a faint smile on his face.
The refined-looking man in a suit and glasses spoke softly, "Young Master Lu, it seems today's press conference is going to be a success."
Lu Liu said calmly, "Secretary Chen, your appearance is too presumptuous. You know I won't protect you in front of Yan hope."
The man glanced deeply at the stage, bowed slightly, and left.
Suddenly, the dazzling array of models stopped, as if the hourglass of time had shattered, concealing all the alluring charm, leaving only silence and coldness, like mannequins.
Yan hope and Chen Wan turned away from each other, facing opposite directions, and stood on either side.
Yan hope spoke calmly and turned around.
Chen Wan was slightly taken aback, then turned around gently. The man, like a blooming flower on the sea, came stepping into view.
The audience held their breath until Yan hope's white trench coat touched Chen Wan.
So close, almost touching noses.
He had never seen Yan hope up close, even though her face was covered with such thick, greasy makeup.
But those eyes were incredibly close, filled with deep weariness and exhaustion, devoid of any delicate tenderness, leaving only a rough sharpness and an almost primal, undisguised purity.
No matter how handsome he is, these are eyes that only a man can have.
Yan hope opened her right hand, pulled off her black glove, and ran her fair fingers across her face. Then, with her makeup ruined, she knelt on one knee in an almost prayerful manner, wrapped her arms around Chen Wan's neck, pressed down, and then gently placed her cool right hand fingers on Chen Wan's clean face.
She stood up, turned around, pulled up the white hood of her coat, lowered her face, straightened her back, and walked quietly past.
The sound of boots faded into the distance.
He left the stage.
As the music began, the mechanical men resumed their movements, as if nothing had happened. You and I, strangers in the crowd, were indifferent to each other's presence.
Chen Wan walked to the center of the catwalk, raised her face, and was no longer the angel she once was.
The flowing "L" is brown, a single character, clean and sharp, like a scar, dried at the corner of the lips.
Lu's "L".
It ravaged the pure fear, a strange and alluring beauty.
The man's gentleness and timidity had vanished, leaving only sharp edges and allure.
The theme of Lu's Autumn Press Conference.
Then, thunderous applause erupted.
After it ended.
Lu Liu threw away the film reels and casually ordered, "Have the radio station postpone the broadcast, and cut out the last part and rearrange it."
The assistant nodded obsequiously and informed Yan hope.
Yan hope laughed and said, "OK, you're the boss, you pay up and transfer the money to my account. It doesn't matter how you arrange it."
Lu Liu rubbed his temples. "Yan hope, don't use your genius in business. It's not for you."
Yan hope asked, "What do you think is suitable for me?"
Lu Liu looked up, leaned back in his chair, and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window at the sky, which was a deep, deep blue.
Freedom, love, faith, life, awe, madness, innocence. Everything is good, truly.
Yan hope said that these items are displayed in the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, and you can visit them anytime with just one ticket.
Lu Liu looked up at the sky and laughed. "What I gave you over fifteen years was emptied out by someone else in just three years. Yan hope, you're so foolish."
Yan hope said, "Lu Liu, you were so cute when you were little. I can't help but smile when I see you."
The young man in the dark blue suit slowly sat up straight and began to speak.
Three months, only three months, Yan hope, I'm giving you a chance to see yourself clearly.
Chapter 65
Chapter 65
She often took walks with the man she called her fiancé.
Gu Feibai looked at the men and women on the other side. The woman was walking on a high, narrow platform, her hands clasped tightly, her body seemingly about to fall, a posture of complete trust.
He said it was unsafe; from a physiological point of view, if an obstacle were to fall on you, your instinct would be to dodge.
Ah Heng smiled. "Obstacles? What kind of things are obstacles?"
Gu Feibai said calmly, "Why don't you give it a try?"
Ah Heng was stunned. She said, "What if I really become an obstacle for you, and you still don't care about me? What if I fall and get crippled?"
He bent down, stretched out his fingers to measure, and laughed, "It's better not to try; it's indeed a bit too high."
Ah Heng chuckled, looked at Gu Feibai, and sighed softly, "You, you..."
Wearing white canvas shoes, she stepped onto the high railing, stretched out her hands, lowered her head, smiled, and looked at him tenderly.
This aloof man is still just a boy, filled with unease about loving and being loved. He imagines the power of desire, yet reason always brings him to a stop.
She said, "Feibai, you watch, I can walk this path very well."
Truly, every step I take brings me closer to you.
But I dare not say that you cannot abandon me.
She lowered her soft fingers and placed them in his palm, then looked at the falling maple leaves in the distance, walking through the red, blurred vision.
She remained still and calm, while Gu Feibai thinned his fingerprints, which slowly soaked his palm.
She laughed, "You really are afraid of seeing me as an obstacle."
His expression was like that of someone on a precipice where one wrong step could lead to certain death.
Gu Feibai looked at her, his gaze softening with pity, but then quickly returned to its calm and undisturbed state.
But all she could see was her feet.
Gu Feibai tilted his head slightly and sighed, "Your balance is excellent."
Ah Heng was helpless; it was instinctive. In dangerous situations, people always have the instinct to maintain their own safety.
He looked at her quietly, then spoke up: "Should I attribute this to our mutual distrust?"
Ah Heng withdrew her hand from his, opened her arms, sniffed slightly, and whispered, "Do you know that if I don't hold your hand, my balance is better?"
What I give you, you will never see; what you want, is not something I can give you in a certain way.
Bicycles shuttle back and forth under the maple trees, the sky gradually darkens, and vision blurs.
He said, "Will it be like this for the rest of my life?" You speak so grandly, using terms like "you," "me," and "us."
Ah Heng said, "Do you want to become a philosopher for love? Fei Bai, your wish is to be a world-class surgeon."
Gu Feibai looked at the horizon, his back straight, his face cold. "Wen Heng, you are nothing more than someone who lacks the courage to become the only obstacle in my life."