unspeakable ice

The reception was arranged to be held in the banquet hall of a star-rated hotel. The organizer had business contacts with the Xia family, so Xia Yi was invited as the vice president of Xingming Group. Xia Cong was said to have a false name in the company. This time It counts as accompanying.

The high-rise dome, the lights are luxurious, the people who come are either rich or noble, all of them are dressed in luxurious clothes and behave decently. Yu Xiaolong went in and stood for less than a quarter of an hour, and the clothes he finally got used to became unsuitable again.

Xia Cong took him around, familiarized himself with the locations of several main meals, and told him to eat, so he really planned to have a meal and leave.

He caressed Yu Xiaolong's back indiscriminately, telling him not to be too reserved, let him go, no one here knows him.

Xia Cong stayed with him for a while, during which time people kept coming to say hello, and he introduced him generously, saying that he was his friend.

But Yu Xiaolong felt that the way they looked at him seemed to imply something, such as unexplained tacit understanding, or maybe he had a ghost in his heart, so he over-interpreted it.

He was really not used to such occasions, he couldn't smile when facing the unfamiliar faces coming and going, and he didn't know how to behave in order to be a "normal person" in such an environment.

The knot of the tie seemed to be tied too tightly, which made him unable to breathe. Xia Cong blocked half of his body in front of him, and gradually stopped introducing him to others. When other people asked intentionally or unintentionally, he also asked him in various ways. Cleverly carried over.

Yu Xiaolong has never seen Xia Cong like this before. The body wrapped in the formal suit fits perfectly, restraining the idleness and disrespect of the whole body.

He has always been so multi-faceted and contradictory, as if there are endless surprises, sighs, or anxious and fearful souls under that layer of hypocritical shell, making people never tell which face under the mask is the real one. belongs to him.

Yu Xiaolong took a sip of his wine a little irritably, and walked around the hall. Except for a few tall bars, there was not a single stool in such a big place, and everyone he could see was busy socializing like a fish in water, and no one was there. will feel tired.

He walked to the door to see tonight's schedule. The reception lasted for an hour and a half, and then there was a special symphony performance in another studio.

Nowhere does it fit in with him.

"I asked Brother Yi why he had to bring me here. I thought it was because I was afraid that I would be bored at home."

Song Ye leaned over with a plate, stuffed a piece of sweet and sour meat into his mouth and said, "Now I know...what the hell am I going to do to make it so sweet!"

Yu Xiaolong recognized him as the cousin who had been to Xia Cong's house before. Although he had only met him once, he had always remembered him because of his lovable smiling face. He didn't expect him to come too. It should be He followed Xia Yi.

"Know what?" Yu Xiaolong asked.

"I know I'm just a foil." Song Ye spat out the meat on the other side of the plate, covered it with lettuce leaves, and continued to poke the beef inside.

While chewing, he pointed at Xia Yi and Xia Cong who were talking with someone over there with his chin, "See, those two brothers, one wants to bring you here, and the other is afraid that you will be bored, so they have to pull me along and let me accompany you." looking at you."

"Accompany me?" Yu Xiaolong was a little surprised, he didn't expect Xia Yi to invite him, and even considered this point.

"Hey, what should I call you? Can I call you Brother Xiaolong?" Song Ye asked, "What does my brother usually call you?"

"……full name."

"It's too boring, it's called the full name." Song Ye dragged out his tone, very contemptuous, "Then his crappy character design, can't all be made out of his face..."

Song Ye suddenly realized that these words seemed inappropriate in front of Yu Xiaolong. He sneaked a glance at him and found that he didn't respond. .

Not only does he look cool, but his name is also cool, unlike any flirtatious slut he has seen around Xia Cong before.

First of all, the temperament is different, and then the feeling is different. It is difficult to describe the specific feeling, but it is quite special anyway.

If it wasn't for Xia Cong being his elder brother, who treats him kindly on weekdays, he would really like to persuade him, since you are a beautiful woman, why should you be a thief.

Xia Cong's other places are good, but he is particularly displeased with this point, he can't even count the number of Yu Xiaolong in his place.

But then again, no one had been brought to such a slightly formal occasion on any number, and Xia Yi also nodded.

Song Ye couldn't hide the gossip, so he touched Yu Xiaolong's arm, "It seems that my brother really likes you, I've seen you twice."

Yu Xiaolong felt weird about being pointed out about his relationship problems by a person who was several years younger than him. He really couldn't let go of this aspect. Fortunately, Song Ye looked like he had no city.

What he said made Yu Xiaolong feel a little funny, and he was really bored, so he coughed lightly, "You haven't seen those before?"

"I've seen one or two, but I changed my head when I turned around. They have all fair faces and are not recognizable. Who has that memory, except..." Song Ye's eyes suddenly widened in the middle of his words, "Damn it, how can I say Cao Cao? Cao Cao is here, why is he here too?"

Yu Xiaolong followed his line of sight, and the person on the opposite side was also looking at them, but he turned away quickly. Yu Xiaolong felt that the person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

It stands to reason that he should not feel familiar with anyone who can appear here, except Song Ye. The only possibility is that he does not know this person, but Xia Cong does.

Yu Xiaolong suddenly had a vague impression, remembering that day at the elevator entrance...

"Be careful with this man, stay away from him if you have nothing to do." Song Ye reminded him solemnly, and he couldn't emphasize enough, "Don't talk to him, if he comes to you, run away."

"What's up with him?"

"His name is Gu Ran, and he used to be with my brother... Anyway, I have separated him a long time ago, and I don't like him." Song Ye stood over to him as he spoke, as if he wanted to protect him from being bullied.

"..."

"I feel that he has noticed you. He might have some idea. You follow me." Song Ye was nervous, and he didn't forget to explain for Xia Cong, "My brother probably didn't know he was coming too."

Yu Xiaolong couldn't help but look at the person named Gu Ranran again. He has gentle eyebrows and an outstanding appearance. When talking to people, he looks into the other person's eyes and maintains a moderate smile on his face, which looks very educated.

If it wasn't for Song Ye's obvious emotions towards him, his first impression would be more gentle.

He really had something with Xia Cong, this is Yu Xiaolong's next thought, maybe he is also a special one among countless people who have had something.

Maybe Xia Cong once liked him, and moved him with secret and unpredictable feelings just like the person who still made him hard to let go after leaving.

I don't know if it's too boring inside or if he wants to stay away from Gu Ran, Song Ye repeatedly urged him to go out with him. There is a garden outside the banquet hall and there are no people there. It should not be difficult to find a place to rest.

Yu Xiaolong unbuttoned his suit, and sat down on a random step in the corner, away from the high-end atmosphere, he felt much more comfortable, and Song Ye also sat down next to him.

"Where have you been with my brother recently?" He asked, "He should have taken you to many good places."

When Yu Xiaolong talked about the previous villa, Song Ye lost interest and laughed at Xia Cong for being boring, why did he go to such an old place.

He sighed heavily, "Who is like me? After such a good summer vacation, I'm almost bored to death. It's not as good as when I was in school."

"Have you started school yet?" Yu Xiaolong asked.

"No, it's the [-]th of September."

"That's not too soon."

"Days are like years." Song Ye wailed.

It’s boring to say the least, but he never took his attention away from his phone. When he was inside, he took pictures everywhere, taking pictures of the Tiffany-style dome and the unique potted plant cakes. Zhang's bizarre tree shadow was sent to someone, and the chat was absent-minded.

Not long after sending here, the phone rang, he said hello to Yu Xiaolong, and ran out to answer it.

Yu Xiaolong loosened his tie, but he didn't dare to pull it off completely, he was afraid that he would go in later, he wouldn't know how to tie it, and Xia Cong helped him tie it when he went out.

The wind was blowing hot and humid, and mosquitoes were flying wildly around the Tibetan floor lamp, but he would rather stay here than inside. He estimated the time, sat for a while, smoked a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Dare.

"We meet again." A strange voice sounded behind him, Yu Xiaolong turned his head, and Gu actually stood on the steps beside him, looking down at him slightly.

He held the wine glass in his hand, shook it lightly twice, and showed him a standard smile, "Do you remember me?"

Song Ye defended for a long time, but still had someone chase the gap to find him. Sitting like this, Yu Xiaolong's line of sight automatically became half short. He had to stand up, and pulled his tie again, trying to put it back on again.

He took down the cigarette, "Gu Ran."

Gu was a little surprised, "He mentioned me to you?"

They all understood who he was referring to, but Yu Xiaolong shook his head.

"That's Song Ye." Gu unexpectedly said, "I think so, a duplicity like him, how could he have room for me."

Yu Xiaolong frowned, complaining about what Gu Ran said and such an intimate tone.

Since Song Ye asked him to stay away from this person, and he really didn't want to hear about any of Xia Cong's past affairs, then for him, staying was purely self-inflicted, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

Gu actually may not know that he doesn't need to remind him of anything explicitly, as long as he has a little obsession with this, the relationship between him and Xia Cong can't last even a minute.

However, when he walked up the steps and the light from the hall shone on the glass of red wine in Gu Ran's hand, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

At that moment, Yu Xiaolong's pupils constricted violently, only Gu Ran's fingers could be seen, very white, against the backdrop of the scarlet liquid, together with the gently flowing luster of the metal surface, they pierced into his eyes.

Gu unexpectedly noticed his gaze, and also looked down, "Does it look familiar?"

He gently turned the ring on his ring finger, "Actually, I should have taken it off a long time ago, but he was still wearing it when I saw him last time, and I was a little bit reluctant."