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I clenched my teeth and my fingers trembled slightly. I felt that the rage in my body just now was gradually being replaced by another more powerless emotion.

I am afraid.

I'm afraid that there's a real part in her words, and I'm afraid that even tonight or soon after, when I confirm the truth of that part, I can't forgive and I can't let go.

"Xiangchang, if you really have enough trust in Shang Wan and enough confidence in the love between the two of you, you shouldn't be afraid to listen to me, right?"

I looked at her, at this trap that was blatantly opening its mouth at me, yes, she was not afraid to show her provocation.I couldn't answer, I couldn't move, and if I said "I'm not afraid", I just accepted her trick, jumped into the trap under her complacent gaze, and said "I'm afraid", wouldn't it be more ridiculous?

Seeing me in a daze, she smiled, "How about I assume you have enough trust and confidence?"

"After all, it's all between me and her." I took advantage of this loophole and turned to leave.

"You can escape from me, but can you escape from the opening in your own heart? Can you escape cleanly, without doubt? Don't deceive yourself and others."

I turned around and smiled bleakly, "Go ahead."

"Everyone is her monk Gu's pawns." She said this, with a wry smile on her lips, trying to be mysterious.

"It's all chess pieces," she murmured again, "I've been in love with her for four years in England, and these paintings were drawn at that time." She threw the paintings on the high stool beside me, " At that time, she was studying in London. I was studying art in Florence. I met her because I was doing an excursion in London and fell in love. I love freedom in my life. I interrupted my studies and stayed with her in London to open some studios Some odd jobs, but later, in the second year of her master's degree, in order to keep that Pei Sihan and let him continue to serve Shanggu, she agreed to Pei Sihan's marriage proposal, dumped me, and then went to the United States."

I frowned, trying to find the flaws in this sentence... "She didn't marry Pei Sihan."

"Pei Sihan learned that she likes women by chance, and was about to make a fuss, but Shang Wan's grandfather persuaded the board of directors by various means, and gave Pei Sihan a considerable amount of shares, which calmed his dissatisfaction. But Pei Sihan still has illusions about Shang Wan, so he has been waiting for her."

I suddenly remembered that time when I got out of the elevator, I heard Pei Sihan say "Xiao Wan, you are the reason why I stayed in Shanggu all these years".

"Shang Wan is ashamed of me, or maybe," she laughed "haha", "I was once unrequited, so I was brought back to China, and I was given money to open a gallery. Those rumors are right, Shang Gu is me The main sales outlet of Zhuo Bing Gallery has indeed relied on Shang Gu to survive these years, and I have indeed provoked Shang Wan again and again in these years, causing trouble for her. She knows she owes me and never resists. Until this time, I was indeed tired, not to mention, I entered the game and was at a disadvantage, I want to be free, I can leave from now on, but before I leave, I want to tell you all this, lest you follow in my footsteps."

"As for the Feihong Bridge," she continued, "the Shang family once wanted to kill me. I almost died in a foreign land on the bridge that year. Shang Wan is right about one thing. The place where the incident happened will indeed make me hallucinate. , I once received psychological treatment for a year. When I drove Xiao Ziyan there that day, somehow, I fell ill and ran into the railing of the bridge where I had an accident. This is what I saw in the video later. "

"Impossible..." I shook my head, "I won't believe it..."

"Shang Wan probably still can't accept Pei Sihan, or there are other reasons I don't know. In short, her monk family has used Pei Sihan almost all these years, and Pei Sihan's existence is indeed like a fixed stone. Time. Bomb. Bomb, let her be passive at any time. Now she wants to bring out a team of designers who are completely heartfelt to her. It is best to bring out another star designer. Come on, you are probably one of the candidates for this "lucky one" [-]. So you say, each of us, you, me, Pei Sihan, are she chess pieces of Shang Wan's family?"

"You think highly of me," I smiled wryly, "Investing in my 'chess piece' is better than finding a ready-made one, which doesn't make sense."

"The power of love," Zhuo Bing sat on the sofa beside him, and collapsed into it. "The most reliable chess piece is a fool who is deeply in love," he said, looking me over, "Just like you are now That way, just like I did back then."

"Crazy talk." I want to leave, leave this breathless place, and then make a long-term plan.

"It's very simple. Go and see if there is this mark on Shang Wan's body, and look at the completion time of these paintings. If you match the number, you have enough time to think about what I said. Don't worry, it's okay if you don't believe it. Just treat me as a fart."

I grabbed the stack of paintings, ran out of the VIP room, and ran out of the Burning Ice Gallery. The evening rush hour had almost passed, and I jumped into a taxi waiting by the side of the road, "Go to Shanggu Building."

My cell phone rang, it was Shang Wan, and I connected.

"It's all over here, where are you?" she asked.

It was still that gentle and clear voice, and my tears welled up.

"You wait for me in the office, I will be there in 15 minutes."

I sat in the back seat, flipping through the stack of paintings nervously, my fingers trembling uncontrollably, the paintings were very thick, there were hundreds of them, and they got stuck in the middle, I roughly tore apart the stitches I let them scatter on my hands—the driver looked at me from the rearview mirror—every painting has Zhuo Bing’s signature, the paper has long been yellowed, and the strokes and handwriting have long been old.

"Feb.14, 2007, London. In my heart, we're always skissing."

"May.2, 2008, London. YouaremyMayFlower."

"Oct.7, 2009, Barcelona. Love the touch of you." - "Likewise, S."

……

S, I know, that is the abbreviation of "Shang". There is also a big "S" projection on the wall of Shang Wan's office. Shang Wan responded.

And on each painting, there is a vague mark on the woman's right waist.

There is a song sung on the radio: in the dream, there is a dream that cannot be woken up, the red is under house arrest in the red thread, all the stimulation leaves the pain of fatigue... Is happiness too heavy?

A dull pain suddenly surged through my chest, I grabbed the neck of the seat in front of me, wrinkled my forehead, and closed my eyes tightly.

"Miss, are you okay?" the driver asked.

"Stop, stop."

The car hurriedly stopped on the side of the road, I found the cash in my pocket, fifty or one hundred, threw it to the driver, and rolled out of the car in a daze, I saw the ancient buildings towering into the sky in the night, pale gold The word "Shang Gu" stands out in a beautiful neon, looking down upon all living beings. I saw magnificent and modern huge commercials, glamorous people, and extraordinary scenery...

On that summer day, I stopped to watch all this, lamented my insignificance, and refused to accept my fate.A few months passed, and I approached it unknowingly, touching all the prosperity, excellence, magnificence, and beauty with my tentacles... Is it a dream?A nonsensical dream that people who are unwilling to be ordinary are doomed to fall into?

I run on my feet, Shang Wan, you are my last hope, I run in her direction, I need her to tell me that dirty things are the nonsense of dirty people, the opposite of conspiracy is my deep The person I love, tell me that faith and love are indestructible, tell me that even if the world falls apart, she is true.

I ran into Shangu, and the access card she gave me gave me a green light all the way. The elevator stopped on the 42nd floor while I waited anxiously. I rushed out of the elevator, rushed to her office area, and rushed into her office suite. rushed into her office...

She sat at the desk and looked up at me in astonishment. I walked over and threw the stack of paintings on her desk, seeing their embarrassment on the huge table, Shang Wan looked down, flipped through a few sheets, and looked up at me again.

"you……"

I walked up to her, and before she could say a second word, I picked her up, causing her to scream in a low voice: "We are here? What's wrong with you? Where did you get these paintings?"

I didn't answer, I don't understand why she didn't explain to me when she saw these paintings. The aftertaste of her perfume mixed with her body fragrance instantly spread into my nose. Is that good smell that once made me intoxicated, at this moment But it made my heart ache, and my chest was filled with sadness. I threw her on the sofa beside me, just like I threw those paintings just now.

"Acquaintance?" She struggled to sit up, "Can you tell me what happened?"

I knelt on her calf, pulled out the corner of her shirt, tore off the zipper of the skirt, and tore off half of the skirt amidst her still suppressed inquiries and begging for mercy...

On the right waist, the pink mark, the mark left after the tattoo was cleaned, was exactly the same as the mark on the painting, and it jumped into my eyes.

A certain muscle in the chest twitched, and my breathing was suddenly disordered. I saw her struggling under my hands, crying, desperately trying to cover her body and the mark, and my terrified eyes reflected that I was about to breathe fire. Eye.

Yes, the truth is revealed.

Suddenly she stopped struggling and closed her eyes resignedly.

But I collapsed, like a deflated rag bag, my shoulders collapsed, my body collapsed, and my heart collapsed.

"Is it fun to lie to me?" I said hoarsely.

She still had her eyes closed, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, but there was a sneering smile on the corners of her lips, "Whatever you think."

This sentence irritated me, and I sat up again, "Explain! Why don't you explain?? Let me listen! I will listen to whatever you explain!"

She opened her eyes and looked at me calmly, "You don't trust me so much, why should I explain? Since we knew each other, since we are not familiar, you have asked me so many times, and I have told you so much Once, in the end, no, it’s still the same.”

"When did you ever actually tell me what happened??"

"What I don't say has nothing to do with us and can't be said. What I said is true. I plan to tell you slowly about some things in the future, but today you just rely on a stack of paintings like this." Treat me, why should I?"

Anger turned into grievance, why didn't she understand that it wasn't about a stack of paintings, it was about all the beliefs, everything, and everything could affect the whole body. There is nothing so indestructible in this world, right?What can't collapse in an instant?

"Okay," I turned around and stepped off the sofa, "I'm not worthy to enter your world, let's call it a day, Shang Wan."