The Black and Red Mentor of the Queen

After Yan Wen pulled down the silk belt, he took a deep breath, and winked at Lu Li who was sitting in the corner, a little playful, um...but what's the matter with the slightly natural stupefied.

Lu Li stared blankly, and stopped when Yan Wen ran to the portrait where the two were standing just now.

Lu Li also took a long breath, sat upright slightly, turned his head, and quietly looked at Yin Yun standing in front of the portrait.

Counting from the time she graduated from high school, she hadn't seen Yin Yun for a long time, counting with her fingers, five years had passed.

She often thinks of Yin Yun, not just Yin Yun.

In fact, she often thinks of her high school days, especially when the pressure of work is constantly facing her, when all kinds of elites sit opposite her and want to whisper about the unsatisfactory life in her life, she is also one of them .

Whenever I dream back at midnight, I will return to the campus of high school. She stands on one side and looks at the little girls in school uniforms who come and go. I can't stand up to myself who is wearing heavy makeup now.

Innocent, no worries.

She also often dreams of Yin Yun, but Yin Yun's face in the dream has been blurred, and she can't see clearly whether the girl separated by smoke and fog is crying or laughing.

Occasionally, she would only see Yin Yun's back, just silently turning her back to herself, without making a sound or speaking.

The Yin Yun in her dream had never given her a positive face. A few years passed by, and Zhou Miao couldn't even remember Yin Yun's appearance clearly. She could only see the tenderness on that immature face when she took out the photo album by chance. After smiling, he also paused slowly, and slid his fingertips gently across the girl's face, looking back carefully.

Why was Yin Yun smiling at that time.

Five years have already slowly erased every bit of Yin Yun from Zhou Miao's heart, so what is left?

There is still a back figure that will never turn towards him again.

But now, this figure was right in front of him, staring blankly at the black and white silhouette.

Yin Yun's back was still straight, but it was as thin and emaciated as it was five years ago. It was empty under the clothes, and only a layer of hard bones remained under the skin and flesh.

She was like a clothes hanger with only bones, she hung an empty dress, and when the wind blew, she wobbled and wanted to go with the wind.

Zhou Miao held her breath, she was afraid that her breathing would be a little heavier, and Yin Yun would go with the wind along with Bolin Yu, and eventually become a silhouette in her dream.

Her heart ached, and she suddenly thought of where Yin Yun was when her parents passed away and Yin Yun was alone.

The conflicts between the two are not big or small, now speaking, it is just a man, she has never been paranoid about Bolin Yu, but she just likes this boy because he is good-looking.

How could this kind of liking draw Yin Yun to the other side?

Looking at it carefully, she was angry back then, but it was just anger.

Now, Yin Yun in her eyes coincides with herself back then.But herself, she also became Yin Yun back then.

The two of them didn't let the other go, they stabbed a knife in the other's heart, and they never used the dagger to give themselves or give medicine to each other.

The wound has not healed, and both of them are now rotting with a piece of flesh.

Yin Yun stood quietly in front of the portrait, touched Bolin Yu's photo frame with slightly trembling hands, retracted her fingertips while holding it, and pressed her forehead forward.

With contracted fingertips, he held the knife that had been stuck in Zhou Miao's heart, and stabbed it in hard. The blood flowed backwards, suddenly like a bucket of ice water, covering Zhou Miao's head and pouring it down. .

Zhou Miao was suddenly a little out of breath, and she suddenly looked back at Yin Yun.

Yin Yun pressed her forehead against the photo frame, closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she stood up straight again after a long time.

She didn't raise her head, but she seemed to know where Zhou Miao was. After standing up, she walked straight towards Zhou Miao.

Every step Yin Yun took was very steady, and she landed firmly on the floor. Every step seemed to tell herself that it was real, that she was walking very firmly, not a virtual dream.

But her feet were firmly planted, but her shoulders swayed slightly after each step, and the hem of her clothes also followed her every step, gently raising a small arc, hiding her weak skeleton.

A distance of more than ten meters, and five years of ravines and natural moats, made her slowly walk in front of Zhou Miao, like trekking through mountains and rivers, unloading all the burdens, and then came to Zhou Miao's side.

The moment Zhou Miao sat down, her eyes turned red.

Yin Yun left with scars all over her body for five years.

In the past five years, she has never said bitterness to herself, never said goodbye to herself in a soft voice, and never talked to herself in a reproachful manner.

Until now, she was covered in scars, and she sat down beside her, but let out a long sigh of relief.

If I were earlier...

Yin Yun was sitting next to Zhou Miao. She stretched out her hand and was very close to Zhou Miao, but she didn't hold her hand. She just placed it gently beside Zhou Miao's hand. The two of them sat side by side, raised their heads together, and watched Looking at the people who were sobbing in a low voice, looking at the desolate and lonely surroundings.

She is close to Zhou Miao, but her hearts can no longer be squeezed together, so she has to pull her back into a line stiffly, wanting to lean on the back of the chair with peace of mind, but can't, she has to tense her back all the time. Nervous, can't let yourself fall down.

Yin Yun leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her eyes fell on Bolin Yu's face, and she held her thin chin with her hands.

"He walked in the night when the rain was pouring."

It rained heavily that night, she was sitting in the lazy chair, and suddenly woke up from the dream, there was a loud thunder outside the window, followed by an anxious electric bell.

Yin Yun seemed to know something at that time, and she didn't dare to answer the phone, just like she didn't dare to look at Zhou Miao's expression at this moment.

Zhou Miao turned her head, and could only see Yin Yun's lowered eyebrows, her tightly pursed lips, and her tense jawline.

It was at this moment that Yin Yun turned her head and met Zhou Miao's eyes.

When the hurricane hit, she was brought in by the vortex in Yin Yun's eyes, and brought into five years of turbulent time, pain and suffering, joy and joy, all of which were put into a pair of beautiful eyes with some indigo.

This glance, fiercer than a knife, pierced into Lu Li's eyes suddenly. She seemed to be brought into Yin Yun's life by this glance. She struggled and roared, but couldn't get out for a while, helpless and hopeless. Coming towards her, she was startled.

At this moment, Yan Wen had already stood up, his swirling eyes slightly curved up, and then he gave Lu Li a beautiful and seductive smile.

Only then did Lu Li suddenly come back to his senses. Just now, she fell into Yan Wen's eyes again. Those seductive eyes that can talk even when they are silent are obviously hopeless and empty, but they have too much to say As if listening to herself, she was stuck in it, unable to extricate herself.

Even with just one pair of eyes, the actress can live every day!

She really believed it!

While Lu Li was recovering and sorting out his emotions, Yan Wen had already proposed the next scene with 063, and the scene suddenly changed, and the two had already appeared in a small but exquisite apartment.

Lu Li looked up, and saw that Bolin Yuzha's corpse, who had just been in the portrait, was sitting opposite to the sofa.

The shock made Lu Li jump up.

But Yan Wen searched the kitchen knowingly. When she poked her head in, Yan Wen happened to ask her with a smile, "Do you have pasta, do you want to make pasta?"