The melancholy and thick sky first appeared from the corner of the window, and the rain dripping on the glazed tiles seemed to be absent-mindedly perfunctory, making an irregular breaking sound, as if it was a belated confession.

It didn't take long for the rain to stop and the sky cleared. The world is clean, the spotless world is beautiful, like a crystal jade lying in the sun, the shape is simple and natural, and the beauty is wrong and charming.

However, under this purity, an invisible conspiracy has also floated in it.

The melancholy fox dragged her long skirt and leaned against the window, a natural charm flowed wantonly from the upturned Kodan fingers and the peach blossom eyes that looked forward to the bright peach blossoms, like a beautiful flower that could eat people's hearts, she was not a prey, but a premeditated hunter.

She is delicate and graceful, beautiful and frustrated, and has a hundred shots, but there are also soft wounds.

Her wound sat in a wheelchair, against the light, like an irresistible sleepiness, coming at her.

The dream and dancing sign language is beautiful and slender, like a jumping dance step, making up for his regret that he can't walk: "The family after the rain is really beautiful." ”

After the jade-faced fox saw it, he threw a wink at him lightly, his voice was like a gentle and bewitching kiss, the pronunciation was sweet, and every word he said was like giving people a warm kiss, and he said with a bright look: "At first, it was very amazing, but I got tired of it." ”

"If you fall in love with him, he becomes a part of your life and will never get tired of it again. "The dream and action are elegant, inducing but not provoking, mourning but not sad, with delicate and warm strength and an aura that makes people lose without a fight.

The eyes of the melancholy fox turned downward, and then he raised it slightly, with a hint of a smile, hooked his fingers and led his eyes out of the window, and with a turn of his fingertips, the bewitching red nails crossed his face, and threw it to Yitang, who was busy not far away, and asked, "Do you mean it, or him." ”

Shuhe didn't smile, and said in sign language seriously: "Since you entrust your happiness to Yitang, he should be able to afford it." ”

"Yitang?" Sorrowful Fox seemed to hear this name for the first time, his lips opened lightly, and he read it out slowly and forcefully, his tone and the corners of his mouth rose together, and finally the syllables dragged on very long, like some kind of tricky style, and his tone was fancy: "Why should you be serious about emotional matters? Maybe you just want to interlock your fingers, so that your hands are attached to the breath, you don't need any reason to be together, and there is no reason to separate, and that's it." ”

Shuhe's eyes were focused, looking at the white world outside the window, and said lightly: "You are young and have the capital to plan a life, but one day when you are old, fox, what should you do? Who will love you?"

The faint shadows of the clouds fell on the water-stained ground.

Sorrowful Fox sighed lightly, and there was a hint of avoidance in his tone: "This is my own business." Do you think you know me well?"

"Maybe. Shuhe looked at her eyes, danced his hands, like opening an open door, sign language, and the conspiracy fell to the ground with a bang: "At least I know a little bit of your childhood." ”

The light in the eyes of the melancholy fox flashed, as if there was a camouflage instinct in her body that could turn a fleeting alertness into an ordinary smile, and she asked rhetorically, "My childhood?"

"I know you spent your childhood in the Olive Chrysanthemum Building, and I know what that means. Suzu and sign language said.

The melancholy fox suddenly stood up with a "swish", his expression was cloudy, as if he wanted to pierce his sword-like probing gaze into the depths of Shuhe's heart, and to measure the authenticity of Shuhe's words and the amount and depth of what he knew with a flattering gesture.

"You don't have to worry, I'm the only one in the Yin family who knows about this. Su and gently signed out, "Fox, I won't hurt you." ”

"What else do you know?"

"All, your background, your origins. "Sukei and sign language: "Even your mother ......"

"No way. The melancholy was short enough to deny: "You can't ......"

Shuhe smiled faintly, dipped the tea with his fingertips, and slowly wrote two words on the table: Yuji.

The melancholy fox finished writing elegantly, one horizontal and one vertical, as long as the corridor leading to the dark place in the Lan Ju Building, bleak and cold, with no end in sight, and so short that people want to make time stand still, not to unravel the scars of the past.

She folded her arms, stood motionless in the shallow white light and shadow, paused for a long time, and said quietly: "You are powerful, what do you want?"

Shuhe shook his head lightly and said in sign language: "I said, I won't hurt you." ”

The melancholy fox stood for a long time, shook her long skirt, sat down again, her smile was first an erosive red petal, and under the blood-like incomparable remnant, she was a bleak soul who was not blessed, she mocked: "A man who tries his best to understand your past, to understand your deepest secrets, but he tells you that he wants nothing, do you believe it?"

"I know these things just because the person I care about and care about is you, and that's enough. ”

When the sorrowful fox saw his sign language, he was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer. Suhe's eyes are like plum and moon, bottomless.

And outside the window—

"They were in love. The sound of the piano's disdain was like a taut string, humming in the wind.

Yitang raised his head, I don't know when he found that he could stand in front of Yinqin in a dignified manner, and he found that her voice had lost its previous beautiful rhythm, and her actions were rude.

He also understood that the piano had not changed, but his feelings had become faint and thin, as if the threads had been broken, and the easily broken and transparent threads would eventually break off, and the piano gradually faded in his mind.

However, he couldn't tell whether this fading was real or whether he had imagined it in order to escape.

All he knew was that when he was deeply in love with Yinqin, he felt that this love was too painful, too difficult, and too unworthy of love, so he married her enemy and wanted her to remember him with hatred.

The anxious and complicated mood when he married the Sorrowful Fox is gradually fading, but it is also possible that he has really forgotten it, because he no longer wants to be deeply involved in it.

At this time, he was no longer nervous, but said clearly: "Yes, the sorrowful fox has always been very talkative. ”

"Especially with men. Yin Qin didn't notice the change in Yitang's tone, but the dullness in her heart made her sarcastic.

Yitang said calmly: "Indeed, but at the very least, she will not deliberately pretend to be arrogant and force not to look up to her." ”

"Who is pretending to be arrogant?" Otoqin stared at him and asked rhetorically, "Are you accusing me?"

Yitang lowered his head and smiled. In the past ten years, he has wanted to get the attention of the piano even if he is covered in bruises, but her gaze has always passed over him.

"What are you laughing at, what the hell do you mean?" the tone of the piano accentuated.

Yitang replied calmly: "It's nothing, I just think that your methods of treating people are too ruthless, and you don't seem to care about anyone." ”

Yinqin realized that she was the same as the worried fox, and she used her usual fierce attitude to suppress her heartache: "Don't you talk about it, Yitang, where am I ruthless?"

"Why do you want to cover up in front of me? I have been by your side all these years, and I naturally know what kind of person you are, although you have not paid attention to me. An example casually cited by Yitang made Yinqin's heart tremble: "Didn't your most powerful Yin Chengcheng help you do a big thing yesterday?"

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