I opened the bedroom door lightly, and the sun was shining outside the window lattice, and I slapped half of the room quietly.

Feather robe sat on the edge of the dresser, facing the oval Western makeup mirror, and fluttering rouge with a makeup brush.

She turned her head sideways, hooked her lips and smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, charming and elegant, she straightened up neatly, stepped on her steps, and complained half-angrily: "Second Young Master, I haven't put on my makeup yet, and I haven't cleaned it up yet." You get out, get out quickly......" said and pushed Shen Yuji again and again.

Shen Yuchen was stunned, as if something trickled from the past that he didn't remember clearly.

At this moment, he seemed to see Su Qian again. He couldn't remember exactly how many years it was, because he never cared about every bit between them. Only a few snippets came to mind, such as the fact that he was never allowed to enter her room before she had put on her makeup, in an attitude that bordered on stubbornness.

She took Ping Yan's hand, looked at it very kindly, and said in a lively tone, "I've seen you and remembered you." Then he begged, "This should be your bedroom, I shouldn't be abrupt." But somehow, now I suddenly want to dress up, can you help me? ”

Ping Yan only smiled and nodded, but couldn't remember how she had gotten her attention.

Yu Yi happily held her hands, glanced at Shen Yuchen vividly, and said with a squeamish charm in his tone, "Second Young Master, you go quickly, wait for us outside, it will be fine soon." As he spoke, he stepped forward and closed the door arrogantly.

Ping Yan painted her eyebrows and lips with meticulous techniques. In fact, she was born well, she was born charming, glamorous, and embellished with makeup, which is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

Her cheeks were very red, different from ordinary people's color, like a touch of sunset that had been soaked in a jar, which made her look radiant and her eyes as bright as stars.

This is a return to the light, the deeper the obsession of the dying person in this life, the more obsessed he is with the world, and when he is dying, he still wants to take a refreshing look at the world, and look at the people in this world who cannot be forgotten.

Feather Cole looked left and right at himself in the mirror, posing for admiration. Ping Yan rubbed the osmanthus head oil with her hand, smoothed her shoulder-length curls, and saw her smile in the mirror from time to time, and felt happy.

"Do you have a satin skirt?" She asked.

Ping Yan thought about it, went to the wardrobe a few times, and only took out a piece of aqua green satin fabric.

Yu Yi straightened up, looked at the piece of fabric, and said in a trance: "I was fifteen years old that year, and I was raped by villains and jumped into the river to die. It was the cold winter of Mingfu City, Jiangbei, in fact, when the cold and biting river covered my head, I already regretted it, if I died, my mother would have to stay up alone in the winter, I guess she would definitely not survive, and no one would end up if she died, how pitiful, I was too unfilial. ”

"I was splashing in the water, but so many people came and went, and none of them wanted to save me. Only a boy, who looked younger than me, jumped into the river with a thud, pulled me ashore little by little, and bought me a water-green satin winter dress with only two oceans in his body. ”

"He told me that when his body is warm, his heart will naturally feel comfortable."

She stopped talking, and stood silently, her whole face buried in the darkness, with only a thin and lonely shadow standing on the ground.

"That boy is Shen Yuchen, right?" Ping Yan asked.

Feather Kamo turned her face, tears in her eyes, and with her slight movements, several lines fell in succession.

The tears were moving, but they were dyed with a bit of the burning color of the sunset, which made Ping Yan's eyes hurt.

"I'll make you a satin dress right now! Soon. Without waiting for her to respond, Ping Yan went to get a knife and ruler, and spread it under the table lamp against time, comparing her figure and sewing and embroidering.

Yu Yi stood in place, like a yellowed paper-cut, quietly staring at her busy and orderly figure, her eyes were empty and sad, and suddenly said: "The second young master looks at you differently from other women, in fact, I have never seen him with such affectionate and obsessive eyes, and I never believed that one day he would have such a look on a woman." I always thought that he would not have a child's affection. ”

She laughed suddenly, and there was a deep envy burning in her heart.

Thinking of that day on the bank of the Cuihuai River, she fired several shots recklessly, just to do her best to cover Shen Yuji. And at the moment of life and death, he was still in the rolling crowd, clasping the hand of the woman in front of him. There was also that time in front of the Qingyun Gang, the two of them abandoned life and death, under the heavy rain and blood, the two of them snuggled up to each other in her eyes, it was so dazzling and painful, but she still hid in the dark and shot Huo Sanye recklessly.

She chose to use the most reckless and stupid way to avenge Shen Yujian.

Everything that happened after that was expected. Her identity was revealed, Huo Sanye imprisoned her, tortured her, and tortured her every day, but she gritted her teeth and suffered them one by one, and she didn't confess any information about Shen Yuji.

Ping Yan looked up and saw the corners of her wet eyes, the needle and thread in her hand had been embroidered through the fabric, as if they were soft thorns rubbed into the flesh, the pain was not obvious, but it was intermittent, and it seemed that it would never stop. She pitied the fate of the feather coat, but how could she reminisce about her own fate? Between Yu Yi and Shen Yuji, one is deep and the other is missing. As far as she is concerned, Shen Yuchen is at her fingertips, and she is not unmoved by Shen Yuchen's dedication, these days she wants to accept Shen Yuchen more than once, but in the future, can she feel at ease?

Yu Yi looked at her frowning and thoughtful, and approached with a faint smile, "Do you want to hear the story of me and the young master?" She sat down silently and spoke silently, "Although it has lasted for more than seven years, the content is pitifully empty. ”

"When I first met, the young master saved me. Half a month later, I knelt on the street to bury my mother, and he gave me the only twenty dollars I had. He didn't say he wanted me, but I followed him with a dead face, because I have no relatives in this world, he is the best person for me except my mother, I want to repay him and follow him for the rest of my life. ”

"After a few months, he left without noticing, and I inquired about the neighborhood, but no one knew where he had gone, and I almost thought that he would never be in my life, but after about a year, I received a sum of money, and every year he sent me a sum of money, which was postmarked abroad. Later, I also replied to him countless letters, using the address on the money cover to send them every month, and I don't know if he received them, anyway, he never replied to me. ”

"I am looking forward to it day and night, afraid that something will happen to him, and I live in fear, and I live like a year. But one day three years ago, he came back without warning, and he suffered a serious gunshot wound. ”

The feather coat pavilion sat upright, smiling serenely, and his eyes were vaguely sweet, as if he had returned to the past.

"He stayed with me to recuperate, and those two short days should be the happiest time of my life. We face each other in the morning and evening, I cook soup and tea for him, add lights and laundry, just like a couple who are ordinary and stay together for life. Although this is only my wishful thinking, obsession. ”

She cast her eyes out the window, where the dying sunset burned in the sky, trying to use up all the colors that preceded nightfall.