Girl, it's the end of the world

"Smiling beautifully, looking forward to beautiful eyes" Su Qian's name is taken from the word "Qian" in the previous sentence. Zhuang Jiang in the Book of Songs is dignified and beautiful, and is a model of noble ladies. On the contrary, Su Qian's plain dress makes her She looks more like an ordinary girl from IKEA IKEA. She is naturally endowed with healthy, wheat-colored skin. When she smiles, she will reveal her white teeth subtly, which is very easy to make people feel good.

Song Anxin was a little uncomfortable at first, but slowly she looked at Su Qian's smiling eyes flickering when she was silent, and she let go of her heart.

But she didn't forget the purpose of her visit. During the conversation, she consciously asked Su Qian about the local situation and surrounding landmarks.

Su Qian has never been out of the island since she was born, so she is familiar with everything on the island. If you want to ask her about the plants, flowers and birds on the island, she can tell you the species and their respective habits. Ask her when it is sunny on the island. When it rains, she can tell some rules.

She led Song Anxin and others to meet the village head, walked up the steep slope swiftly along the mountain, and explained to them that the houses at the foot of the mountain were uninhabitable—because it was too close to the sea, that area was always swept by wind and waves. The entire island was submerged.

The lush trees on the mountainside hide an old Qing-style house. The ruthless years have faded the carved and painted doors and railings. The mottled corridor murals tell everything that happened on the island, showing the island. People believe in the devotion of the gods.It's a pity that the outsiders who come and go don't have the heart to look at these histories, and Song Anxin is the same. She glanced at it hastily, only feeling the desolation that hit her face.

"What's wrong with you, unhappy?"

After walking a few steps forward, Song Anxin felt the emptiness behind him was so quiet, and Song Anxin looked back, and saw Lou Xiaoyu stopped her steps expressionlessly, looking straight at her with deep black eyes.

Her heart softened, knowing that she felt neglected and unhappy, Song Anxin smiled shallowly, and reluctantly stepped forward to take the initiative to hold Lou Xiaoyu, her knuckle-jointed fingers stretched out, tightly knit together with the cold other hand.

Lou Xiaoyu blushed coldly and didn't speak, but the corners of his lowered mouth could not help but tilted once, then again, and finally drew an exaggerated arc, making a piece of flesh around his mouth deeply sunken, forming a shallow Inconspicuous dimples.

The restrained smile was different from the deliberate and sweet smile Song Anxin had seen before, and there was no sweet name.At first she thought Lou Xiaoyu was annoying and clingy, an overly extroverted and enthusiastic girl, but now it seems that she is only enthusiastic about herself, and her nature is relatively reserved.

Su Qian came back after seeing the village chief, she didn't think too much when she saw the two people's clenched hands, she gave Song Anxin a big smile, and said softly in that soft-spoken dialect that the two would live together tonight. it's here.

"Can I meet with your village chief? I'm sorry to bother you so much, and we want to thank him."

Song Anxin asked sincerely.

Lou Xiaoyu also nodded when he heard the words, paused, and said, "One room is enough."

"The village chief..." Su Qian spoke very quickly, but seeing two pairs of confused eyes, she had to give up explaining to them in dialect, and replied in some strange Mandarin: " He is in poor health and doesn't like to see visitors."

"So that's how it is." Song Anxin said understandingly, and felt that something was wrong, but couldn't remember what was wrong.

Because of her dark thoughts, Lou Xiaoyu has been paying attention to Su Qian's every move, and quickly pointed out her abnormal statement: "You can speak Mandarin." Although the tone is a bit strange.

Su Qian looked at Lou Xiaoyu, and sensitively noticed the distrust and vigilance hidden in her words, but she was calm and composed, but her smile faded:

"There were people from outside living on the island before, and I learned a few words secretly."

"Hey, did you just learn a few words? I think it's very good."

Song Anxin said with a smile, then took the sullen Lou Xiaoyu's hand, and shook it coquettishly: "You're right."

Lou Xiaoyu coughed. Song Anxin showed such intimacy with her in front of others, which made her feel happy, but even though her eyes were full of smiles, she still had to be more reserved on the surface, deliberately ignoring her coldly. , turned around and was about to leave.

"She's awkward, so ignore her."

Song Anxin smiled helplessly, said goodbye to Su Qian politely, and quickly walked a few steps to catch up with Lou Xiaoyu.

The two seemed to be enveloped in pink bubbles, and Su Qian, who was standing alone, was becoming thinner and colder. The soft smile like a gauze on her face faded away, and a pair of bright eyes that flickered with light and shadow moved slightly, freezing It became deep at a point of nothingness, as if thinking of something, the graceful chin was raised, revealing a trace of coldness.

She turned and walked in the opposite direction, and slowly tore off the loose red rope with one hand. The long hair that was released had a slightly curved arc, covering her thin back in an instant.

Su Qian's footsteps were so soft that she could barely hear her figure appearing on the corridor, walking in this old house filled with coldness,

Every move, every word and deed is not like the shy and innocent under the sun - she is more like a ghost living on an isolated island, imprisoned for decades, only waiting to be liberated, and ordered not to leave because of irresistible forces.

Su Qian slowly pushed open a door deep in the courtyard, and bowed her head docilely to the dying old man who devoutly worshiped the sea god.

The old man was skinny, with protruding cheekbones, and dry eyelids hung on the cloudy eyes full of obsession. When he saw Su Qian, he laughed silently, and just said:

"A rainstorm is coming."

All the villagers gather at night and hold a feast.

Song Anxin felt strange looking at the scattered people who came here. She wandered around all afternoon and didn't see anyone except Su Qian. The Qing-style old house suddenly became lively, and she was not used to it.

Probably because they have been isolated from the world for too long, the people on the island behave like people in the period of the Republic of China. There are a few men in long gowns talking loudly, discussing something very comfortably, and there are also men in long-distance running mandarin jackets who look like masters. People, they seem to be well-dressed, and there is no shortage of farmers who don’t understand what Yangchun Baixue is. They are more pragmatic, and they don’t have the mood to talk in such a lively place. People talk about farming.

When Song Anxin and Lou Xiaoyu walked into the banquet hall, everyone looked at them in unison, showing unanimous smiles, that smiles were full of eagerness and other more complicated things, Song Anxin only felt that the silence The second is very long, and I feel uncomfortable, but Lou Xiaoyu, who is naturally sensitive to crises, is standing on end, and his smiling eyes have become cold.

She quietly said to Song Anxin, "I forgot something", and walked back on the road naturally, and met Su Qian who was dressed up tonight.Su Qian gave her a friendly smile, not caring about Lou Xiaoyu's indifference, and entered the hall swaying her light pink dress.

When Song Anxin saw Su Qian, she thought she had misjudged the person, looked at her in astonishment, and praised her without concealing her surprise and astonishment.

Su Qian's cheeks covered by the candlelight showed a honey-colored softness, her black and beautiful long hair hung down, intertwined with some thin braids, delicate silver ornaments were worn on her temples, and her light pink dress was winding down on the ground, It outlines her youthful figure, but there are blossoming silver edges at the collarbone, and a petal-shaped buckle just rightly reveals a small strand of skin.

It is completely different from her previous image of a village girl!

At this moment, Song Anxin deeply understood the meaning that people need clothes and Buddhas need gold clothes.

Su Qian smiled and said a few words to her before going to entertain the elders, while Song Anxin casually waited for Lou Xiaoyu to come back.

When Lou Xiaoyu was by her side, most of her attention was focused on her, she didn't pay much attention to the people around her, didn't pay attention to their conversations, and didn't feel the noise. Feeling that something was missing, it was difficult to concentrate, her eyes wandered around lazily, and all kinds of voices could not wait to get into her ears, which made Song Anxin a little irritable.

The people on the island probably place great emphasis on hierarchical order, and the village head is the highest existence of this order. He is the oldest and the most qualified old man.

The old man appeared in front of the crowd with Su Qian's support, and the crowd fell silent for a while, and the people who were talking seemed to shut up as if they had made an appointment together. They were still wealthy businessmen, and they all looked in one direction with the same calm expression.

The old man inspected the crowd, bit by bit.

Su Qian clapped her hands and smiled at his gesture, she said:

"The dinner party has begun. Welcome two guests from afar!"

Several eyes focused on Song Anxin, Lou Xiaoyu's absence made her a little embarrassed, but no one expressed anything to Lou's absence,

Everyone's smile looks so genuine and friendly.

Song Anxin almost subconsciously wanted to take out her pocket, but found nothing.

She wanted to take out a mobile phone and call Lou Xiaoyu, telling her to hurry up, the banquet had already started.

This action made her wake up suddenly from the illusory bustle and prosperity, and doubts arose in her heart. She thought of the desolate residence, and when she was about to think about it, she was attracted by the battle of Chuancai.

A few delicate girls held up the porcelain plates holding the dishes high, almost on top of their heads. Their upper bodies were women's jackets, and their lower bodies were soft flared trousers, with a circle of golden tassels around the cuffs. The bell rang softly with their movements, and their gestures were beautiful enough.

Song An watched intently, a little curious, but she didn't miss the girls. Her eyes were quickly attracted by the dishes presented in an orderly manner.

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