When the tears are gone, many times I will feel less painful, but a kind of helplessness and confusion, which surrounds me deeply. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lin Rong shrank on the small sofa in the living room, looking at the faintly tall back in the kitchen with tears in her eyes, her thoughts were a little blank at the moment.

I wanted to continue crying, but I couldn't cry anymore, my eyes hurt like pins and needles, and I couldn't open them.

But what else could she do if she didn't cry?

At this moment, it was as if she had lost the most important thing in the world, but she didn't know what it was.

Until the vague figure slowly approached again, until a somewhat hot porcelain bowl was handed to her...... The world in front of her seemed to have a little color.

"If you can't find anything else, you'll just eat some. ”

Like the orange lights of the living room, the cello-like calm and gentle voice is like the hot spring water bubbling out of the po, flowing through her shattered, ice-filled world.

Struggling to open a pair of swollen walnut eyes, she looked up, and looked up, and looked up again......

Maybe it was an illusion, but she seemed to see the most important thing that could reassure her.

The wide black and white knitted sweater is obviously popular in the season, but how can he seem to have a temperament belonging to an ancient aristocracy, and even the rough stitches look so delicate and chic?

Holding ordinary chopsticks, the knobby palm, and the slender fingers holding the edge of the white bowl, it looks so good that she can hold her breath.

"Why are you crying?"

When she took the bowl of millet porridge, he stood in front of the sofa and looked down and asked.

Lin Rong looked at the little eggs floating in the bowl, a little distracted.

"Being ...... Criticized?"

Xue Jingtian's expression was a little entangled, as if he had thought about it before he found such a neutral word that was not so exciting.

Lin Rong lowered his head, and his voice was dumb for a while, and he didn't know where to start.

What to say?

Say that she is not Lin Yourong? say that she has been denied by everyone because of all the wrongs of this body? Or is it that she does not belong to this world in the first place, but she has personally created many tragedies and is being punished most severely for this today?

The stomach was full of pain, and he couldn't even speak.

Lin Rong was dizzy with a mist in front of him, and sniffed vigorously, not wanting his tears to flow into the bowl in his hand.

"There is no absolute light in this world, there is light and darkness, remember what you said yourself?" Xue Jingtian pulled a chair, sat in front of the sofa she was sitting on, and pulled a few more pieces of paper on the coffee table with his long hand and stuffed them into her hand.

Lin Rong's head hung a little lower, and he quickly wiped his eyes with a tissue.

"Later, I read the script carefully several times and felt that you were right. Most of the time, whether it is people or other people in the world, they are in black and white gray," Xue Jingtian rubbed his eyebrows, and pulled out a few more and stuffed them into her hand, "...... Snot ......"

Lin Rong sighed, he couldn't wait to get into the hole.

"So, no one should abandon the light for the sake of a moment of darkness, let alone give up on oneself for a moment of defeat, right?"

The gentle voice, full of masculinity, in the dead of night like this, is even more full of a kind of magic that firmly heals all human wounds.

Lin Rong wiped his nose vigorously and stared at the steaming millet porridge in his hand.

His long, well-proportioned, well-trimmed fingers quickly pointed to her, "Eat." ”

Just like when he was a child, he was stared at by the school teacher and ate all the food, Lin Rong immediately red-eyed, and took the spoon and put it in his mouth.

In fact, she was not hungry at all, and even discouraged, feeling full of bitterness and not wanting to eat at all.

However, the millet porridge, which obviously had no taste and was not even cooked enough to be crispy and a little hard, was so warm that she almost shed tears when the tip of her tongue was beating, and it preciously made her heart burn.

"What the hell is going on?" "In the dim light, his vast eyes, like obsidian, seemed to be calming, "Mind telling me?"

It may be the hot porridge that burned her somewhat stiff body, and also burned her breathing, or it may be his bewitching voice, an irresistible ability that he already has, and the words that were unspeakable rolled to her mouth.

"I ...... It's not me, I'm ...... It's not Lin Yourong......"

Lin Rong's ghost was stunned to hear his own soft, thick nasal voice.

At this moment, she clearly heard her voice broken, and the emotions that were almost panicked, uneasy, desperate, and panicked were clearly hidden in this trembling voice.

"Everyone...... They all hate me, hate me...... But...... I'm not...... Woo...... No...... She. ”

At the end of the day, tears flowed down my face.

I thought I didn't have the strength to cry anymore, and I thought I had shed all the tears in my body. But at this moment, the embankment still broke.

With her head buried in her arms and the porridge in her hands pressed against her ankles, she hoped that this moment would stop and flee if she could.

When the truth was revealed, she was ready for everyone to leave, but when they abandoned her, it still tore her whole world apart......

Outside the kitchen window, the wind whipped against the cracked canopy, and the permeating knocking sound seemed to destroy everything.

Lin Rong raised his swaying eyes and glanced deeply at the dark eyes of the man in front of him, as if he wanted to keep it in his heart.

story, it's time to end.

All endings revolve around renunciation and parting.

All she knew was sooner or later, but how it would end.

"I probably ...... No...... I'm a neighbor with you," she tried to pull out a pretty smile that he could remember, but the curvature of her mouth was bitter, "I should leave...... Get the job done...... I guess I should go home, or stay somewhere in the world...... One person ......"

Like an abandoned kitten, squatting on a street corner on a winter night, licking its wounds.

Xue Jingtian's eyes tightened, his eyes deepened a little, and his slender body stood up from the chair.

Lin Rong's eyes were suddenly dim, and the light in the room was half dimmed, but the next moment, the faint and indifferent mint smell filled her nose.

Her head went out of shape in an instant, and she soon felt her forehead hit a solid and warm chest!

In the script, every time the heroine cries and is sad, the male protagonist comforts her like this. ”

Some hoarse voices came from above her head.

"I've always felt that the script was unreal, so I wanted to, give it a try. ”

The mint smell enveloped her entire curled up body, as if it contained all of her.

The clock in the living room, ticking by.

"Now, is there any, better ......"

Lin Rong choked up, but couldn't make any sound.

The male magnetic voice overhead paused for a moment before resounding again.

"It's enough to be who you are today. ”