Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 inforeadx;?quiet lounge, the screaming tears just now, have been in a silence, gradually stopped, cooled and solidified, Chen Weiwei lay on her side on the bed alone, her head was lying on the pillow of the bed, and her crying face was expressionless towards the door.

Her hands hung powerlessly on the edge of the bed, her two long white legs curled up, and the whole person could not see any beauty, it seemed that she could only feel that after the thunder and lightning storm, the scene of ruins and broken walls was simply the infinite wind and coolness of a dilapidated autumn.

Loneliness -

Loneliness -

Grief -

Self-blame -

Low self-esteem -

Sorrow -

Every emotion is not a short visit, but a continuous stretch in the heart, in the mind, in every place in the whole body that can feel the warmth and cold, these emotions with a spreading taste, in Chen Weiwei's thin body that can no longer resist the injury, like strings erected on a cello, and time is a lever, on these strings that can not be shaken off, constantly pulling back and forth, emitting a mournful and dull tone, these emotions are like being tied to the body, They themselves will never leave on their own initiative, wanting to stop unless they are brutally pulled to their limits, and then broken in a moment of unforgettable short, intense pain.

She is like an iceberg that is becoming more and more condensed, forming a world of ice and fire coexisting but not blending with the lively laughter outside the door, the air in the whole room is also becoming more and more gloomy and heavy with the change of her mood, all the warmth and laughter are also in her magnetic field, slowly disappearing and transforming, becoming a kind of mist and frost that can only be felt in the air with a chill, which can only be felt but cannot be seen clearly.

She is like this, quiet like a plant, trying to turn herself into a chameleon, disguised as the color of a lying bed, quietly sheltering herself under this roof that no one disturbs for the time being.

She wanted this, listening to her deepest breath, lying here with disguise to escape, the possible harm again, hoping that the whole world could forget about herself cleanly, so that she could live better, in an isolated air, in a place where it used to be like an ivory tower, without wind and rain again.

The dead silence atmosphere was in a gloomy and undetachable mood, constantly diffusing and fermenting, like a misty forest in ancient times, and the invisible miasma penetrated and occupied, and the whole place where you could breathe.

A smell that makes people want to faint and even suffocate, just like that, spreads in the room where Chen Weiwei is resting, and every second of air exhaled from her mouth and nasal cavity will make people feel all the time, with that heavy taste, this smell is still mixed and corrupted, and all the past is helplessly burned.

Chen Weiwei was lying on that seemingly gorgeous and noble lying bed, she was crying a little paralyzed just now, and there was a whole white fluffy cushion, and the cup of pure water on the table was used by Zixi when she left just now, and put it there to sober up.

The glass of water from Jinhong before, with the moment she poured it from her head, with all the emotions seeped into her body, the pure water that was poured with Jinhong's deep love, in her body with the beating emotions flowed endlessly, staying and melting in every corner of her body.

All emotions are like all the turbulent rivers in the world, whether he is the turbulent and irritable Yellow River, or the quiet and elegant Danube, there will always be a time to stop, and all emotions are the same at this time, after all the surging and rushing outbreaks, in Chen Weiwei's continuous and solemn cold, gradually stopped, those turbulent past, did not disappear, but solidified into ice in this piece of increasingly cold emotions, temporarily stopped all the waves moving forward, all the impact was solidified in an instant, In a crystal clear curing, it quietly presents the appearance of rest.

Chen Weiwei doesn't know how long it took such emotions to tear and stitch up, in exchange for a quiet picture that gradually calmed down.

She supported the bed with her hands, slowly sat up with her seemingly weak body, moved a few times, and leaned on the back of the bed.

She suddenly found that the world of sitting up is so three-dimensional, three-dimensional so beautiful, and it is worth nostalgia, but it is the world of lying down, but it makes people feel like they are about to die, after the brain gradually rests, fall into darkness and even nightmares, the longer you lie down, the more you want to sink in, a world of collapse of the void, quiet and mirage-like prosperity, it will be like a drug, tempting every nerve in you, paralyzing your already tired brain.

In the gradual calming down of her emotions, she regained her senses and slowly, regained control of her emotions.

Chen Weiwei put her legs on the ground and didn't wear shoes for the time being, although she knew that it was no longer a scorching and hot midsummer, but fortunately there was a carpet with patterns on the floor, and it could be seen that this craft came from Egypt, the mysterious country of the Sphinx.

She felt that her lips were dry and a little peeling, and even the smell of breathing was the smell of alcohol evaporation, and the smoke was choking and dry and spicy.

Picked up the cup on the table, the hot water in it, at this time it was just the right amount of warmth, it may be that Zixi thought before going out that it was impossible for her to drink it all in one sip, so when she fetched water, she deliberately warmed the water warmer.

When she got the cup, all the feelings were like the movie scene of Avatar, in a reality, instantly restored, all the psychedelic but real to the touch, she touched the cup, she could clearly feel the emotions of Jinhong at the moment in the house, although the high temperature of the hot water in the cup just now had dissipated the warmth left by Jinhong's palm in the sensing of the glass, but Chen Weiwei could still feel it, and that emotion was unwilling to leave.

Chen Weiwei drank all the water in one gulp, and took out the makeup bag from the handbag next to her, which was the handbag she carried with her when she attended Zixi's wedding, the makeup bag not only contained the things needed to touch up the makeup, but also everything needed to remove the makeup, she clearly knew that even if Zixi had a very good makeup artist at home, who could make her face like a Victoria's Secret angel, it was impossible for other makeup artists to provide 24-hour personal tracking services like bodyguards and personal maids.

Chen Weiwei took the makeup bag, got up and walked towards the door of the room.

"Hello, are you Miss Chen Weiwei?"

Just when Chen Weiwei got up and didn't take a few steps, the door opened, and a delicate boy who looked like a child laborer came in, and she screamed as a young lady, Chen Weiwei knew that he was out of politeness, and now girls want others to call themselves younger, if they are called women, it is indeed very solemn and formal, but in Chen Weiwei's ears, it will be a little Obasan, and even a little mature to the taste of being more pre-stage.

"Yes, I am, what's the matter with you?"

"I am the service staff of this hotel for this wedding, I am very happy to serve you, I was commissioned by the groom Mr. Min Ho and the bride Miss Zixi to see if you need any help or what I need to do for you?"

This little boy deliberately added his name in front of the groom and the bride, in his opinion, this can be very different, the other guests of honor who are holding a wedding in this hotel, but Chen Weiwei felt that he was simply looking for a childlike idiot, even if he didn't say his name, Chen Weiwei also knew which pair of groom and bride he was here to congratulate, not to mention that he was still a bridesmaid, wouldn't it be an insult to his logical IQ.

Fortunately, this boy is quite polite, otherwise, Chen Weiwei may explode the pent-up emotions directly on him, anyway, he was invited by Minhao and Zixi to serve himself, not to mention that he just said "what do you need me to do for you"

"It's nothing, so, I have something here, you can help me take a look first, I'll go to the bathroom"

Originally, I didn't want him to continue to stand here, but when I saw that the things lying on the bed were unattended, I left him for the time being, Chen Weiwei wore the pair of crystal shoes, walked to the little brother very elegantly, and gently stroked his chest back and forth with her fingertips a few times.

"How old are you?"

Chen Weiwei didn't know where she got the coquettish interest, so she lowered the long false eyelashes on her eyes and asked.

“20”

"If you lie again, get out of front of me"

Saying that, Chen Weiwei took out 1,000 yuan in cash and shook it in front of his eyes, and the boy understood that it was a tip for him.

"18, I really don't lie to you, I can let you see my ID"

"It's tender, it's good to be young, take care of things"

Chen Weiwei stuffed the 1,000 yuan tip directly into the boy's pocket, patted him on the shoulder, and walked towards the door slowly.

For the sake of dedication, the boy was afraid of falling down when he saw Chen Weiwei's shaking appearance, so he was ready to step forward to help her.

"What? I'm going to the bathroom, would you be interested in coming along? Go aside! I'm not old enough, I'm not old enough to walk with someone."

Chen Weiwei shook off the boy's hand and glared back at him fiercely.

The boy was burned by Chen Weiwei's murderous cold gaze, this kind of scalding is like the freezing liquid used to freeze black moles in the hospital, when the liquid is cold to a certain degree of coldness, it is enough to burn the skin, scalding is not only the temperature of the burning can be created, the cold can also invisibly hurt people all over the body.

Chen Weiwei walked out of the room, and found the bathroom at the next turn, just like the bathroom of some big hotels, this kind of place is definitely an unclean and obscure place in the eyes of the hotel owner, otherwise, it is always located in this kind of position that makes people turn around thousands of times before they can patronize.

At noon on the wedding banquet, almost all of them were at the wedding scene, the bathroom was so empty, she turned on the faucet and took it with her hand, washed the water over her face, and then took out the makeup remover in the makeup bag, slowly applied it to her face, and after washing it, she took a cotton pad and wiped off some water droplets on her face.

Just when she felt that all the makeup was in this stream, disappearing, facing the mirror in the bathroom, she slowly took away the hands covering her face, her face was so clear that there was no modification, clearly reflected in the mirror, without all the gorgeous, without all the sweetness, without all the thick pink makeup that was covered up for life, and without the carmine makeup that was embellished in front of everyone who was envied in front of everyone.

She felt that it was so relaxed at this time, this kind of face that could only be washed and revealed in the middle of the night, reflected in the mirror like this at this time, at this moment she didn't want to, and she didn't need to think about it, whether those men would still cast a crazy gaze like a spotlight when they saw their faces, and whether those girls would stay on themselves for a long time after seeing them, although she was still beautiful and moving after taking off her makeup, but after all, it was gone, that kind of gorgeous elegance after modification.

Just like this life, when you take off all your masks and makeup, and want to use your cleanest face to live under this aesthetically demanding sky, you are destined to face and withstand those worldly gazes.

Standing in front of this mirror, she saw the self she most expected to see, so clean, those that were lost in the water, and finally flowed into the sewer with a bang, melting into a dirty, thick foundation, like the vanity of the world that had faded and had long been stained with countless dust.

On a clean face, there will be no more melancholy tears, and there will be no more makeup that can cover up all hypocrisy and deficiencies, some are themselves, an original self, a face that can finally breathe happily.

Standing in front of the mirror like this, she stayed for more than half an hour, and when she turned to leave, she suddenly felt that some reluctant emotions germinated.

At the moment of turning, she looked back at the mirror that had left countless faces.

Chen Weiwei returned to the room and saw the boy sitting alone on the lying bed, guarding the handbag she had left behind like a treasure.

Chen Weiwei didn't say much, just walked over, picked up the handbag very happily, and when she put the makeup bag inside, she used her eyes to rotate it very accurately to scan whether the items in it were complete.

She only pretended to be very secretive and examined it, not wanting to hurt the boy's fragile and innocent heart, nor to let the boy feel that because she didn't trust him, she regarded him as a thief with poor hands and filthy thoughts, or to put it more elegantly, a thief in technical terms.

Seeing Chen Weiwei holding the handbag, the boy stood up like a boy scout and stood in front of her.

"Zixi, I have something to go first, see you later"

Chen Weiwei didn't pay too much attention to the childish yellow-haired little white face in front of her, but took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Zixi.

She didn't want to say goodbye to Zixi in person, in that case, she would still see Jinhong again or meet him again, in order to deliberately avoid Jinhong, avoid his pairs, she would let herself fall into it when she saw it, and she couldn't escape from the eye sockets, seeing his face that made her love and hate unstoppable for a while.

She felt that she was tired, too tired, in this world of repeated love entanglement, she was suddenly foiled by a sharp file, all the sharp and independent edges and corners, but also bruised body without skin.

She didn't want to stay and entangle, under the big tree that was constantly coiled and entangled by the vines of love, and wanted to end everything happily, so she sent such a text message and was ready to leave.

"You're doing a good job, there's nothing to do with you here, clean it up, it's a mess, it's not good for people to see, I'll go first"

looked at the boy standing there, a little dazed, no matter how he looked, he looked like a child, not a waiter, probably because of his tender face, just like Lin Zhiying's baby face, how many years have changed, you have to admit defeat to his appearance.

Chen Weiwei walked towards the door with a very calm step, and at the moment when she was about to go out, she suddenly turned around.

"Don't clean up, you still go to the front, after seeing Zixi, tell her, just say I have something to go first, remember to tell her alone, don't forget, go quickly!" Go now! ”

After Chen Weiwei finished speaking, she took the goddess posture of resurrection with blood in her hand and left the room, leaving a graceful back farther and farther away.

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