Travels

Late at night, the high-rise apartments in the city center were extremely quiet.It was midsummer, and the cold moonlight accompanied by neon lights penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows and flowed to the ground along the half-opened blackout curtains, drawing an irregular light area.

A few steps further in from the window is a big bed wrapped in darkness, with a few pieces of clothing scattered on the bed, and a sleeping woman is curled up under the messy white quilt. The back of the black head was having an unpleasant dream.

This apartment is not big, and obviously the owner didn't arrange it carefully. Apart from an unreasonably large bed, there is only a computer desk and a wooden chair in the [-]-square-meter room. There is no wardrobe, and a simple The clothes hanger is placed next to the bed, with all kinds of clothes on it, and there are four large storage boxes underneath, which are full.There is a small aisle at the entrance, which expands into a small kitchen. Various seasonings, pots and pans are scattered on the stove, crowded together, but they are all wiped clean.

The laptop on the table has entered sleep mode, the power indicator light is flashing regularly, and the subtle sound of electric current and the sound of the air conditioner blowing are unusually harmonious.Occasionally, the sound of drivers stepping on the accelerator on the road came over, leaving only a vague low sound through the excessive height.

The person on the bed was not affected by these noises, but frowned in his sleep, and a shadow was cast on his beautiful eyebrows.

Her long black hair had been curled up in all directions in sleep, and it was messy on her face, which contrasted sharply with her pale face.The bridge of her nose is straight and straight, and her lips are tightly pressed, thin and pink, slightly curled down, with a very forbearing expression.

As if a piece of music was played to a climax, her dream gradually came to a cliff. The woman's half-clutched hand slowly released the quilt, and stretched until it was stiff, as if trying to touch something.However, this effort seemed to be hopeless after all, the woman's body trembled slightly, and then stopped after a few breaths, and a low hum sound like crying came out of her throat.

She struggled to get out of sleep, but she didn't open her eyes. She just took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as if she was calming down after getting used to such a nightmare.The sound of electrical machinery working was heard in her ears, one after another. She listened quietly for a while, followed the rhythm, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Xia Wanmu had a pair of peach blossom eyes, the corners of which were slightly upturned, and she always looked a little charming, but her eyes were more or less black and white, and they were bigger, this feeling was diluted a lot, not to mention that she was born to love Smiling, when the corners of her eyes are hooked up, she looks very sincere and warm, which used to give her a lot of advantages of being close to people.At this time, she had just woken up, and she was still ignorant when she woke up. The water in her eyes was dizzy with mist, and she looked very attractive, especially her straight nose bridge, delicate nose wings, pink lips, and oval face. There is no one place that is not exquisite, and it is the darling of heaven at first glance.But the fly in the ointment is that this beautiful face is very pale, under the eyes there is the blue-black color that people who are upside down day and night often have, and their brows are habitually frowned, as if they have been entangled in many troubles for a long time. Like fished out of the mist of night, with a gloomy indifference and alienation.

She sat up in silence, picked up the mobile phone beside her and lit it up. It was 03:42 in the morning, which was just right for someone who woke up from a dream.The lit screen was a bit dazzling in the thick darkness. She blinked her dry eyes vigorously, stared at the date on the screen, and fell into deep thought——September NO.13, not far from the day that I have been waiting for for so long up.Looking at the string of numbers, unknown emotions surged in her heart, her whole body was empty, and memories swept in like waves, good and bad, mixed.

A low battery warning came from the mobile phone, and then it turned off automatically. The woman threw it on the bed, took a deep breath, threw off the quilt and stepped out of the bed with her long legs. In the spring, the snow-white skin is particularly bright in the dark room.

There was a sound of Xi Suo, and a moment later a cup of black coffee was lightly placed on the desktop, the mouse was also held by someone, the sleeping computer screen was awakened, and the news of a certain singer on the entertainment news website occupied the front page. The headline is so big that it catches the eye: "The ten-year contract expires, and Yu Ge's future is a mystery."

The mouse paused for a long time on the delicately made-up face of the protagonist in the huge photo, the woman took a sip of her coffee, her dark pupils were filled with unclear emotions.

"The [-]-year contract is about to expire. It is rumored that Yu Qingge and his former club Huaxing Media have not confirmed the renewal of the contract. The new singer suspected that he will set up his own studio?

Yu Gehou, who was born in the draft ten years ago, received an invitation from Huaxing Media during the competition. After winning the runner-up, he officially signed a contract to become an artist under Huaxing Media, and formed a girl group with him, which quickly became popular.After flying solo two years later, she still sticks to the road of music, constantly creating and performing excellent works.Not long ago, she just won the title of song queen, will she choose to renew her contract with the industry giant Huaxing Media, or switch to Shenghuang, which is currently very popular, or will she really go it alone as revealed in a recent interview?

According to reliable information from our reporter..."

The woman let out a long breath, casually browsing the tabloid reporter's "reasonable and well-founded" analysis, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of her mouth, and then turned her eyes back to the refined photo.In the photo, the man's phoenix eyes are condensed, and his smooth black straight hair is blown away by the blower, making him look unhuman.

That's right, she is a talented female singer who focuses on music, stays away from gossip, doesn't hype or market, and writes works seriously. Isn't her fans crazy about such a clean stream in the music scene?

The woman snorted coldly, and cast her eyes out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. In the late night when no one was awake, a few lonely stars hung in the sky, far away from each other, which reminded her of the grand scene back then—but Who still remembers that a pair of twin stars were the most eye-catching on the title page when sweeping through newspaper and magazine photo albums ten years ago?The girl group, whose name is no longer remembered, was once fanatically sought after in the streets and alleys, and lingered in the eyes of all kinds of passers-by.

Xia Wanmu... who would remember the name that was put next to Yu Qingge ten years ago?Yu Qingge was the fire that was burning brightly, but she had already turned into that fistful of ashes leaking down.

The cup was placed heavily on the table, she took a deep breath, and then looked at the deserted person on the screen, unable to control her emotions for a while.

If the partner who used to fight day and night betrayed you, how much would you hate?

What if that person had an unforgettable relationship with you?

No one knows how close the twin stars who have an unusual tacit understanding used to be. Those days and nights of rubbing each other's ears and temples, breathing intertwined, recalling it as if it happened last night, the bracelet given by that person is still carefully preserved in the velvet box, but they have been together for a long time Haven't seen it before.

Xia Wanmu shook her head, the boredom welling up in her heart reminded her of the past, she no longer wanted to look at the photos on the webpage, she reached out to close the website, and turned on another mobile phone to check the news.

There are hundreds of group messages in WeChat, and I don’t bother to read them. A few people sent her some work-related messages. She skipped them one by one, and finally stayed on a chat box. Come out for a meal.

Sen Ming, who is he? A newly promoted young professor of S University, who is in his thirties, owns a car and a house, comes from a scholarly family, and is well-educated. He is an extremely high-quality candidate for marriage.They got acquainted because of their work, and the young professor made no secret of his admiration for her. The two of them fought like Tai Chi for several months, and finally became an ordinary and well-matched couple in the crowd.

[Wanmu, will you be on vacation tomorrow?May I pick you up for dinner at 10:30 am? 】

She looked coldly at the two lines of words floating on the white background, rubbed her thumbs against the cold screen, and exited the chat interface.The main interface continued to scroll down until the bottom and clicked to open. The chat messages inside showed that the time was several months ago.

[Are you free recently?I want to talk to you]

The profile picture of the other party is a cute British shorthair cat, with light blue eyes that are crystal clear, like the pale sky on the edge of the sea level.Clicking into the personal profile, there is nothing left, and the circle of friends is blank. Who would have thought that this is actually the trumpet of a popular singer?

"If I have the conditions in the future, I must keep a pet dog. It's as cute as Sister Mo's little ribs. What do you think?"

"Cats are cute too."

"You prefer cats? What cats? You never said you liked cats before."

"The eyes are beautiful."

The voice resounds in the memories, and the images that are too long ago are released with empty echoes.Xia Wanmu bit the corner of her lips, her eyes were in a daze for a moment, she pointed at the screen and flipped up the chat history unconsciously.

But it’s not so much a chat, it’s better to say that the other party kept talking to her unilaterally, and she never replied, but the owner of the account persistently sent messages to ask her out again and again, the interval was as short as a month and as long as half a year.She doesn't understand Yu Qingge's obsessions, although she also has her own obsessions, but after breaking up for eight years, what is in the heart of the person who can insist on sending invitations to his ex-girlfriend again and again?

She never understood Yu Qingge.It's better not to see an old lover. She understands this truth, and has tried her best to restrain herself over the years, trying not to pay attention to it, stop talking about it, and focus on doing her own things in her own circle.But when Midnight dreamed back and asked herself, she couldn't deny that in a certain impenetrable corner of her heart, there was still an unrealistic fantasy, maybe one day, she could once again...

As a certain time approached, this fantasy took root and sprouted like a spring flower, breaking through the ground. She had a premonition that the following days would not be peaceful again, but it was just self-deprecating to think about it calmly. After all, she was not so self-righteous. Thousands of days and nights have passed, still longing for some attachment and tenderness left by her ex.

She lowered her eyes, flicked her fingertips, hesitated for a long time on the option to delete the chat box, and finally withdrew her hand.