Ellie told Ike everything about Nan Lige, and Ike only frowned, and then continued to look down at the book in his hand, anyway, this matter had nothing to do with him at all. (w-w-w.-o-m) Organize and publish

It's just that when he saw Nan Lige's eyes, Ike always had a feeling that the whole person was sucked in. Her eyes were dark, but they were bright. Like the stars in the night, they shine with a special light, and people can't bear to look away. Especially when she knew that her eyes were blind, her face was calm, as if she didn't care about these things at all.

Before, I had also heard of Nan Lige, because there were a lot of things in the company for him to deal with, so he wouldn't have a lot of time to care about gossip and scandals. Before, Nan Lige's affairs were all over the city, and it was difficult even if he didn't want to know.

When I saw this Nan Lige today, I thought she was really special.

Ellie looked at her brother strangely, she had just called him several times, and he didn't seem to hear it, Ellie screamed again, but Ike was still immersed in his own world. Ellie pouted, walked up to him, and stomped his feet.

"Hmm, Ellie, what are you doing" Ike jumped.

"What are you thinking, I screamed so many times and didn't respond, in order to keep your soul from going out of the body, I had to give you a kick ruthlessly." Ellie said as a matter of course, "Anyway, what the hell were you thinking just now, you were thinking so distractedly." ”

Ike shook his head, but he couldn't let her see it. "It's nothing, it's just a company thing. I'm worried about whether this vacation will cause any damage to the company. ”

After saying that, he continued to look down at the book. The book, from the moment I opened it, didn't turn a page.

"It's okay, you're not the only one in the company, don't worry. By the way, you won't come back this time like last time, and you'll be gone in a day or two. ”

Always coming and going in a hurry, which makes her very uncomfortable.

Ike thought for a moment, as if the boss didn't say how long this time was, and there was no time limit. Shaking his head, he said he didn't know.

They seem to have forgotten that Jian Minghan would never let Ike come back because he would feel sorry for his employees. If there is nothing special, he is absolutely not

That's it.

Ike won't understand why he has to help Nan Lige escape from here in the end, escape from this place that makes Nan Lige feel so painful. He won't understand that Nan Lige has slowly entered his heart.

If Yi Kane fell in love with Nanli Song at first sight, then Ike was really attracted to Nanli Song. By her eyes, but also by her sorrow.

One after another who appears in Nan Lige's vitality, they will eventually be stripped from her world one after another. At first, when you step into it, you don't feel anything, but in the end, you are stripped away with the heart and soul. This is coming, the drama is about to be staged, wave after wave

Nan Lige slept on the bed, his hands on his stomach. The warm and moist liquid went down the corner of his eyes to the pillow, and Nan Lige just let the tears slip down. It seems that this is the only way to make her dry eyes feel better.

If you feel bitter in your heart, shouldn't you also eat something sweet to moisturize it, but can eating sweets really make that bitter feeling fade?

Maybe it's because I've slept for too long, Nan Lige doesn't feel tired at all now, and he doesn't feel sleepy at all. A pair of eyes that had lost focus were fixed on the ice-blue chandelier on the ceiling.

The chandelier still emits an icy blue light and still exudes an icy atmosphere. The whole space is almost set off by this pale blue.

The faint scent of roses wafted in through the window, disturbing people's hearts. Nan Lige sat up and turned his gaze out the window.

Outside the window, the gray sky, even the sun was covered by this layer of gray, and the scorching warm light was lost. The clouds are clumped together, and they don't look so beautiful.

Those beautiful, white white roses also slowly lost their lives with the arrival of autumn. The green leaves hang under the petals, and those plump roses are already missing a lot of petals. There are only a few petals, still hanging alone.

The ground is already covered with gray-green leaves and withered yellow petals, which will return to the soil and bloom again the following year. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. They are strict and tightly interpret these two sentences.

Nan Lige suddenly smiled, she felt that these flowers were so pathetic, blooming in this cold world, but no one could appreciate their beauty, and no one would care about their life or death. Beauty, and what it can be, is just a flash in the pan.

She doesn't think of herself as these white roses with only a bright appearance, if she wants to do it, she has to make blue roses. Blue roses, very beautiful, she would rather live in this beauty than be like these white roses.

"Boom"

A thunderbolt pierced the silence, and Nan Lige smiled, as if he hadn't heard it. This rain should be the last rainstorm of the year. This thunder should also be the last summer thunder. They are also saying goodbye to this summer.

Soon, tens of thousands of silver filaments fell from tens of millions of meters in the air. The raindrops hit the window with a snapping sound. The windows weren't closed, and the rain blew into the room and some splashed on the bed.

Nan Lige got out of bed and groped his way to the window. I want to use this rain to wake myself up. The rain with autumn mood hits the body coldly and coldly.

The pace of autumn has slowly arrived.

Lost City Bar

After knowing from the phone that Nan Lige was blind, Jian Minghan's face was cold except for frost. His appearance was cold, cold and without a trace of emotion. It's like his world, which has long lost his feelings.

Perhaps, he has a pity. Such a beautiful pair of eyes turned out to be blind like this. Jian Minghan sat alone in the corner drinking wine, and the noisy music did not make Jian Minghan's expression fluctuate at all. Those women who want to talk to can only watch from the sidelines.

A golden bachelor like him is naturally liked by many people. Just because you like money doesn't mean you like indifference and ruthlessness.

The burgundy hair, as if following the burgundy light, became more and more red. The white face is printed with red light. It feels as if you are looking at this man from blood.

After drinking, Jian Minghan went to the top of the Lost City Bar. The feeling of looking down from above is the most exciting, especially for someone like him whose identity and status are different from ordinary people.

At night, the city is illuminated by thousands of purple and red lights, and looking at it, it is like looking in a mirror. The wind at night is cool, and even if a drunk person is blown by such a wind, I am afraid that he will already be awake.

Without warm eyes, he looked at the city below. Now, it's eight o'clock, the golden hour of the night. For those who are at night, this is the time when their day begins.

The rainstorm in the afternoon has turned into a drizzling rain, and there is no such violence as in the afternoon. However, the light rain in the night was cooler than the rain in the afternoon.

Jian Minghan didn't go back because it rained, because of the rain, if you look at the bottom from above, you will choose a little vaguely. The city is vague and unrealistic.

Like the human heart, it is also ambiguous.

Ellie went upstairs to deliver medicine to Nan Lige, and found Nan Lige standing at the window, and the clothes on her body were already wet. hurriedly went to close the window and pulled Nan Lige's hand.

Nan Lige's hands were cold, and his hair was wet and sticky to his face.

"Sister Nan, what are you doing, your health is not good yet, and you are starting to toss yourself again, do you know that I will be very distressed."

Ellie looked at her a little angrily, did she not cherish her life like this, or because the baby left, so Sister Nan had no hope of living

Nam Lige said sorry and told Ellie that she just wanted to make herself feel it. Through this cold feeling, she can still know that she is alive, and she can still feel a little warm.

Yes, there is a temperature, even if it is cold, it is better than not feeling any temperature at all.

Her answer only made Ellie even more distressed to hold her in her arms. In Aili's heart, she has long regarded Nan Lige as her own sister. Maybe it's because it's too lonely, and having such a good woman here makes her feel happy, and that feeling of being protected.

Ellie likes this feeling very much, being protected.

After taking the medicine, Nan Lige slept on the bed very obediently, and her clothes had already been changed for her. Otherwise, if you sleep in wet clothes, you will definitely catch a cold.

Aili sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Nan Lige distressedly. Nan Lige grabbed Ellie's hand as if he was grasping a life-saving straw.

Jian Minghan looked up and looked at the dark sky, his clothes were already soaked. Time has slowly eroded. Looking down again, except for the sparkling light, everything else has almost been extinguished.

The whole world seems to be dark again.

Twenty years ago, it seemed to be such a night. He couldn't remember, the only thing he could remember was the desperate, heartbroken eyes and the red liquid that kept draining from her.

From that time on, he liked and hated red, so he dyed his hair red. In this way, you can always remember that night.

A night that changed his life

A lot of times, he wondered if something hadn't happened that night. Himself, will this question still be like this, he asked himself many times, but he never found the answer.

The rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier.

There was indeed a cold liquid on his face, but at this moment, Jian Minghan couldn't tell whether it was cold rain or his own tears that had long since dried up

The whole villa is immersed in the darkness of the night. Immerse yourself in the rain. Only a large, large shadow could be seen, and its appearance could not be seen clearly.

In a tall building inside the villa, a man in a black suit sat not far from the floor-to-ceiling windows, quietly watching the rain wash over the glass.

Forming a bundle of water circles that slide down the glass.

He had a glass of red wine in his hand, and the nails of the man's little finger were long, thin and sharp. The finger bones are clearly distinguished, and he shakes the wine glass in his hand. The burgundy liquid, as if it was a light rain, swung around the glass and returned to the bottom of the glass