The coldest time of the year has arrived, it is very windy outside, the sky is neither gray nor black, and the air is full of the peculiar smell of winter.

Firecrackers rang out, and people were buzzing.

"Boss Yang, congratulations!"

"Your son-in-law is not bad, one of the best bosses!"

"Fake couples, what a match made in heaven, I wish your daughter a happy marriage!"

"Thank you all for coming, I am also very happy to get my little girl married today." Yang Youjie said, glanced at his wife, her eyes were red, like him, he was so tight at the beginning, but now his daughter is about to get married, but he is reluctant.

"Xia Rou, you are really worried, you can't even look down on the senior makeup artist invited by my mother."

Yang Jinnian's shoulders are half exposed, a pure gemstone on her chest exudes a dazzling halo, a bundle of small hair hangs from her ear with lace thread, and an expensive bracelet hangs from her fair wrist.

"Today is an important day in your life, I want to do something for you, and besides, my makeup skills are not lazy."

"That's the same," Yang Jinnian looked at himself in the mirror, dazzling, "You usually wear light makeup, but I didn't expect to have such a high makeup technique, I really can't see it." ”

She admired herself in the mirror, but from time to time she looked at the locker, which contained a knife.

She is a daughter, her family is solid, her life is smooth, and she has a good other half, maybe in the eyes of others, she just needs to spend the second half of her life happily.

"Jin Nian ......" Xia Rou combed her hair, and asked uneasily, "Have you thought about it, really...... Are you going to get married? ”

"Oh Xia Rou, how many times have you asked me, I really thought about it, my parents are right, women have to marry sooner or later."

Xia Rou's hand combing her hair stopped inexplicably, she had never seen Yang Jinnian who was so submissive. In the past, Yang Jinnian would always resist in the face of things he didn't like, but now he has lost his former strength.

"Jin Nian, do you really like that Mr. Zhang?"

"I ......" Yang Jinnian's hesitant expression when facing this question, Xia Rou saw it all.

If you really like someone, you won't hesitate. For some reason, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I won't ask, you should be annoyed with me later, but you are really beautiful today!" Xia Rou looked at her and laughed, tears falling from her eyes.

"Hee-hee, it's all your credit." She turned her head sideways, and when she saw her suddenly crying, her heart tightened, "What's wrong with you, are you afraid that I won't be able to see each other often after I get married?" ”

"Jinnian, I...... I don't know what's wrong, I just feel very empty and uncomfortable. ”

"Then you have to put down your discomfort for the time being, I get married today, why are you a bridesmaid more sad than my parents, be happier."

"Jin Nian ......" Xia Rou wiped away her tears and stopped crying, "Yes, I should wish you happiness." ”

Yang Jinnian touched her head: "You are my best friend, I don't want to see you sad, I don't want to ...... now I don't want to do it in the future. ”

When she said this, Yang Jinnian wanted to cry, but she restrained herself. This is Xia Rou's makeup specially for her, but she can't get it spent.

"Xia Rou, thank you for putting on my makeup, it's beautiful. But I want you to greet the guests, I'm afraid my parents won't be busy. She said, "By the way, tell my relatives not to come in here yet, I feel that the wedding dress is a little unsuitable, and I will change it." ”

Xia Rou looked around at the few wedding dresses in the room, those were prepared for her by Jinnian's parents, they were afraid that their daughter would lose her temper on the wedding day, so they prepared several sets of wedding dresses in advance for her to choose.

"Okay, then I'll go first." Xia Rou wanted to say something, but she stopped talking, and then walked out.

"Brother, why did you say you shouldn't pursue this matter?"

Ji Zikun was silent for another second or two, and he asked his younger brother, "What's the weather like outside?" ”

Ji Zixun didn't know why he asked like this, as if he wanted to divert the topic, but he still said patiently: "It's not good." ”

"Brother, you know what happened that night, why do you always keep silent?" Ji Zixun said this, with a choked voice in his voice.

"Zixun, don't mention this matter in the future." Ji Zikun's tone of voice was very resolute.

Ji Zixun saw his brother's eyes sharp and full of determination, and he realized that if he insisted on asking, then he was ready to break with him.

This surprised him, what kind of secret would make his brother make such a decision, and he didn't think of this step at the moment, no matter what the angle, he didn't want to go this far, so he didn't say anything, just looked at him.

Ji Zikun understood what he meant, his eyes softened a little, and then he said, "Zixun, I'm sorry, I will definitely tell you about this, but not now." ”

Ji Zixun still wanted to ask, but he noticed the gloom behind his calm expression, so he temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart and just nodded.

Ji Zikun glanced out the window, then closed his eyes, trying to understand why the situation had developed like this.

Ji Wu, Ji Zhi, why didn't he think of it earlier?

He also thought about telling his brother about it, but in the end he didn't say it, because he felt that the terrible truth seemed to be about to break some kind of seal and disrupt his already unpeaceful life. Besides, his father had passed away, and he didn't want his reputation to suffer.

Can you really hide it from your brother?

Maybe one day the truth will have to be told, and he has this mental preparation, but whether that day will be tomorrow or years from now, he can't predict. But judging by the younger brother's expression, that day will not be far away.

"Zixun, I'll go out first," Ji Zikun turned his head to him and said, "I want to apologize to someone." ”

Outside the studio, he saw An Yao concentrating on painting as always.

She has a sense of alienation, and her aura is very strong, but after a few contacts he has with her, he found that "Youlan" is the most appropriate way to describe her - lonely and cold, deep and silent.

She is always very focused on doing one thing, immersed in herself, and has a unique and beautiful aura. It doesn't matter if the painting in her hand is good or bad compared to the previous one; Whether it's better or worse than others, she doesn't care, all her attention is on the painting at the moment.

"An Yao."

She turned around and saw Ji Zikun with a slight vicissitudes of life.

"I came to you this time to apologize to you, and I was too impulsive last time."

"I don't blame you for what happened last time." There was no blame in An Yao's tone, which made Ji Zikun even more ashamed.

An Yao never felt that he was a bad person, although he was paranoid and often showed contempt and contempt in his words, but this may have been caused by his upbringing.

"An Yao, I came to you this time, in addition to apologizing, I still have something to say to you." As he spoke, he took a few steps back, far away from her.

An Yao felt that his actions were a little contradictory, since he had something to say to himself, why should he stay so far away from her.

"What I want to say to you next, I want you to hear, but I don't want you to hear it, these words have been buried in my heart for too long, and every word is my heart."

"Ji Zikun, you can say it, I am willing to listen."

People who often flaunt how bad they are in some aspects subconsciously longs to be poked, and An Yao can see that he has a request for her.

"Maybe in the eyes of others I am a self-righteous person, but in fact, the real me is a very inferior person, from childhood to adulthood, the relatives I care about don't seem to love me so much, these words may be a bit hypocritical, not like boys will say it."

Ji Zikun smiled bitterly and continued to narrate.

"I often ask myself if they love me or not, and then I start mentally citing those examples of how they love me, but I know that if they really love me, I can feel it, and I can't ask the phrase 'do they love me'. This made me wonder if I was a person who didn't deserve to be loved, so I tried hard to draw the love of others, just to prove that I was worthy of love, and this unconsciously made me paranoid, making me become indifferent to what others think, and even a little conceited......"

After listening carefully to what he said, An Yao said warmly: "Ji Zikun, you have to believe in yourself, you are very good, great and worthy of being loved by others, don't doubt yourself because others are not loving enough." ”

An Yao enlightened others very freely, but when it came to her own situation, Yang Zhexuan cut off contact with her like a "cliff", and she once wondered if she was not good enough, there was a gap between her and him, she didn't know what the problem was, and naturally she couldn't cross it.

Ji Zikun looked hesitant: "Do you really think so?" I'm terrible in the eyes of others. ”

"You also said that it is in the eyes of others, and you must be confident in me and believe that you can be loved," An Yao glanced at him and added, "If you don't mind, we can be friends." ”

"I can't ask for it."

After Xia Rou went out, no other relatives came in to say goodbye, and I was the only one in the entire dressing room.

The wedding was going to take place in a while, and I was so excited. I haven't liked anyone, let alone anyone I can't love, so I'm not marrying for that him today, nor for love, but just ...... I'm going to be miserable for that Mr. Zhang.

The man on the other side is not at fault, the fault is mine. I had no intention of getting married from beginning to end, I just wanted to live happily alone for the rest of my life, but I was drowned in other people's words.

To escape is to be cowardly. It was only at the critical moment that I realized my cowardice, maybe I was originally a cowardly person, and I would only escape when I encountered problems.

Homicide. I never thought I'd kill, but now I pull out the dagger—the one in Lu Xiao's drawer—and kill myself.

Pity...... I will never be able to grow flowers again, and my only regret is that I didn't open a flower shop.

There was no despair, no pain, a knife slashed through the wrist, cutting a slender gap.

The blood flowed quietly like water, and it was false to say that it didn't hurt, she was numb to the point of pain, but there was an inexplicable lightness. She thought of the moment when her parents were happy, and she instantly felt less painful.

She had resisted so hard, but she had fallen into ruin faster.

With what remained, she sat back in her chair, leaning back in it, and she smiled, fearlessly, calmly.

Hearing that it would take three to five minutes, she closed her eyes and waited patiently for everything that was coming.