77 days of marriage

But Leng Fei's expression became colder and colder.

The old man was really funny, and he started to play such a child's trick.

Leng Tingxuan and Su Yingxue finished their dance, and the applause was like thunder.

The male host re-entered the stage and shouted: "Today is the [-]th anniversary of the Chamber of Commerce. Of course, the ball cannot be as boring as ordinary occasions. Otherwise, how can we show the uniqueness of our Chamber of Commerce?"

He played tricks and looked at the expectant faces of many men and women in the audience.

Clapping hands, a line of uniformly dressed waitresses came out one after another.Holding a silver plate in his hand, there are all kinds of colorful masks on it.

As soon as the waiters came to the stage, the man smiled heartily: "I think everyone has heard about masquerade balls, right?"

With a gesture from him, the waiters stepped down one after another and inserted themselves into the crowd.

"Miss, choose one."

"Choose one, sir."

……

A waiter came to An Xiguo with a tray. She was not in the mood to play these tricks with them.But the waiter stood in front of her persistently, and said politely with a smile: "Miss, Chairman Chen of the Hualian Chamber of Commerce specially ordered these masks from Venice. Please choose one."

She could only look at the masks of different colors on the silver plate, and after a while, she chose a silver butterfly mask.

"Have you chosen all?"

The audience was very interested, and responded one after another: "I have chosen."

The man smiled with satisfaction, and the waitresses returned with empty plates.

He clapped his hands again, and the light dimmed, leaving only a silver-blue gleam.In such light and color, people couldn't see clearly who was coming, let alone wearing a mask.However, this level of lighting will not affect people's dancing in the slightest, but instead adds a few exciting mysteries.

"President Leng, are you not going to dance?" Chen Wenbin asked with a smile seeing that everything was ready on stage.

Leng Fei shook his head, in his heart, dancing is something for women.It's a pleasure to accompany people, such an errand can only be embarrassing.

"Then Mr. Chen has gone." Chen Wenbin, with undiminished demeanor, embraced the beautiful female companion who came beside him, put down his wine glass, and got off the dance floor.

The crowd began to change, and An Xiguo, wearing a mask, suddenly discovered the benefits of masquerade balls.Covering your face, at least you don't have to pretend to be unhappy anymore.

An Xiguo came to the terrace alone, with his hands resting on the railing of the terrace, the night was fading.She raised her face, and the slightly cold and gloomy wind in early September stirred up some scattered clouds of her hair.

At this time, in the dim light, An Xiguo saw the familiar figure from behind.

He is handsome and graceful.

Except for Leng Fei, who can have such a perfect back.

Only he is a demon.

She turned around and looked at the vast night behind her, pretending not to see him.

But that demon, like a shadow, walked straight towards the balcony.

An Xi didn't even look at him, she lowered her head and wanted to pass him by: "I want to go back first."

An Xiguo turned around and was about to leave, but the people around her stretched out their hands to grab her wrist, and a voice that she thought about day and night rang in her ears: "You——is that why you don't want to see me?"

South—wind—che—

An Xiguo suddenly discovered that Nan Fengche's back was almost exactly the same as Leng Fei.The sharp-edged chin exposed by his mask is quite similar to Leng Fei.

For the first time, she discovered that Nan Feng Che and Leng Fei had such a high similarity in appearance.

The night was very dense, and the cold wind blew up the hem of Nan Fengche's dress, a little psychedelic.Silent in the shadow of the moonlight, the ostentatious hair strings are fluttering.The knife sliced ​​through his mask-covered chin, and there was no trace of excess in the outline of the chin.

An Xi's body froze, her heart beating wildly.

An Xiguo heard her restless breathing and throbbing heartbeat.

She looked straight at him with those eyes that were clearer than autumn water. She couldn't figure out what kind of thoughts were hidden in the face under the mask...

She looked at him without blinking, her eyes were terribly bright, brighter than Tianhe...

Although she had already made up her mind to leave him, her affection for him was not lost.

Every time Nanfeng Che approached her, her face was hot and her heart beat endlessly, and she couldn't control it even if she wanted to.

She subconsciously wants to break free from his grasp, the familiar temperature of his palm is the temperature that makes her most attached.She wanted to hold his hand, interlock his fingers, and be with him for the rest of her life.

She tried slightly to break free, but he held her tighter.He sighed softly: "Nanfeng Che, what do you want? What else can we talk about?"

Nanfeng Che actually chose the same silver butterfly mask as hers.

The colors of the mask are bright and bright, extremely gorgeous.

It is in the style of a typical Venetian mask.

Once upon a time, An Xi Guo was obsessed with these gorgeous masks.

Putting on these colorful and exaggerated retro masks, it seems that you have returned to the distant Middle Ages immediately.Those people who wear masks and gorgeous costumes cover up the disparity of status in the real society, the difference between rich and poor, conflicts and disputes, beauty and ugliness, etc., all of which are covered up.No matter who you are, as long as you put on a mask, you will gain freedom, and you can gather with everyone without any scruples, enjoy music, dance, feast, drink and drink, and carnival all night long.

Venice's mask culture is unique in European civilization, and it is one of the very few cities where masks are integrated into daily life. Before the 18th century, the lives of Venice residents were completely inseparable from masks. People, regardless of gender, had to wear masks and cloaks when they went out. The mask that is exclusive to Venice is the famous Bauta.

But now, An Xiguo no longer had the infatuation she had in the past.

People's hearts are already unpredictable, and if you put on a mask, what is the truth?What is false?

Yesterday Nanfeng Che told her that he only loved her in his whole life.However, in the blink of an eye, he held another woman in his arms.

Nanfeng Che couldn't believe it anymore, who else could she trust?

She was indifferent, but at this moment her heart was filled with jealousy and grievances.

She didn't know that the tone of her speech was a bit complaining and coquettish.

Nan Fengche behind the mask, An Xiguo couldn't see his expression clearly.I only heard his voice, in the blurred night, came softly and shallowly: "You walked away from me and insisted on returning to Leng Fei's side, why haven't I seen you live happier?"

An Xi Guo felt suffocated, and instinctively retorted: "Who says I'm having a bad time? I don't know how happy I am."

Nanfeng Che's voice was still as calm as before, without any ups and downs, sorrows and joys, as if he was casually asking an ordinary friend: "But do you know? The way you stood alone on the balcony just now is like a A deep boudoir."

An Xiguo's eyes fell on the female companion that Nan Fengche had brought. The girl looked around in the hall, obviously looking for Nan Fengche.An Xi's heart gradually turned cold: "She is looking for you, I think, you don't want her to see this scene, do you?"

Nan Fengche followed An Xiguo's gaze, and said calmly, "Oh, you mean Luoluo, Luoluo is very obedient, trust me, even if she sees her, she won't think wildly."

I was already feeling uncomfortable in my heart, but I couldn't hide the emotions I had pretended anymore, my eyes were red, and my eyes began to swell again.In the chest cavity, an indescribable sadness and despair is spreading and penetrating layer by layer.

At such a sad moment, she was still in the mood to think, isn't this exactly what she wanted?It's just that when the result came, why was she so sad that she was about to die?
Or was it because the result came a little too soon, too soon for her to pretend that she no longer loved him?
Luoluo?

He yelled so affectionately, but he didn't know that his calls were like sharp knives, piercing her heart.

Fortunately, she was wearing a mask at this time. Her sadness, her loss, her embarrassment, and her surprise did not need to be shown in front of him one by one.

Her last insignificant dignity was preserved.

Her eyes were wide open, letting the tears dry in their sockets.

There was even a sense of relief in her voice: "Luoluo, what a lovely name. She is very beautiful and cute. I have to go, I have been gone for too long, Leng Fei will find me .”

As soon as An Xiguo stepped out of the balcony, she saw Leng Feizheng staring at her non-stop.

She's in a bad mood right now.

She didn't want to talk to anyone, and felt that there was no need to explain anything to Leng Fei.Marriage without love, why explain?
Leng Fei suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her, and with a strong tug, An Xiguo fell into his arms.Leng Fei's tall figure leaned over, cupped An Xiguo's head, and kissed him deeply.

When she raised her eyes, An Xiguo saw Leng Fei's indifferent and handsome eyes, and his lips were icy cold.

Behind the silver mask, Nan Feng Che's eyes suddenly tightened.As if he didn't see the intimate scene between the two of them just now, he stretched out his hand to An Xiguo and said, "Miss An, can I invite you to dance?"

Nan Fengche wore a silver mask that covered the entire upper half of his face, and his sharp chin was sharp like a knife.

Nanfeng Che never moved away from his gaze on An Xiguo. Under the light, his gaze was as deep as the sea in the night, dark and deep.

"No!" There was a gloomy murderous look in Leng Fei's voice.

Leng Fei's dark aura suddenly made everyone fearful.

Everyone present looked sideways, as if a sharp line had been cut abruptly in the crowd.Leng Fei's eyes were piercing, and his black hair was resolute.

The black pupils became very deep, and there was a hazy atmosphere around Leng Fei, making people daunting.

Nan Feng Che's eyes didn't fluctuate much, he looked at Leng Fei unmoved and said, "I'm inviting this young lady, it seems you can't do it for me?"

Leng Fei's words seemed to be an order: "If I say no, I won't."

The people dancing to the music, and the crowd chatting quietly in the hall in twos and threes, centered on Leng Fei and An Xiguo, like a butterfly effect, all the voices quieted down wave after wave.