she is not happy

On Christmas Eve in Country M, the streets are filled with festive atmosphere.

In the bars of Chinatown, young men and women gather, waiting for the countdown to Christmas.

Ye Qinghe sat quietly in the corner alone, drunk a little high, with his head propped up, playing with the wine glass in his hand.

"Alone?" Ye Qinghe raised his eyes in a soft and charming voice, and met a pair of peach-like eyes. The woman is outstanding, with curly hair and shawls, and a fiery red long skirt, which outlines a sexy and graceful figure, with a deep V. With the movement of her bending over, the neckline revealed a piece of white.

Ye Qinghe raised his long and narrow eyes, and paused. In the past, she would not respond to such a situation, but now she has hesitated. After four years of Christmas alone in a foreign land, she does not want to be lonely again tonight. spend.

Ye Qinghe pulled the chair beside him, motioning for the woman to sit down.

The woman stroked her skirt gracefully, smiled, sat down, and Ye Qinghe poured her a glass of wine.The woman raised her head and drank it, looking at Ye Qinghe in front of her out of the corner of her eye.

Ye Qinghe is a frequent visitor to this bar, he comes and walks alone, cold and arrogant, he can't hold anyone in his eyes.

The two clinked glasses and drank. Apart from drinking, the two did not talk too much.

Ye Qinghe is a dull and boring person, he treats everyone with a cold attitude, and he doesn't know what this woman likes in her.

The bar was dimly lit and the atmosphere was ambiguous. The woman approached her ear and said something in a bewitching voice.

"Want to play something exciting?"

Ye Qinghe smiled self-deprecatingly, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, took the woman's hand cheerfully, and walked into the hotel facing the street.

In the hotel, the woman leaned forward to kiss her, proactive and hot, Ye Qinghe kissed back not to be outdone, and after a while, both of them were panting.

A room with no lights on, a group of drunk young people outside the window, shouting, Merry Christmas, Happy Christmas Eve, tinkling wine bottles littering, and police cars passing by, sirens rang through the street, and after a while , the street was quiet again.

The moonlight came in through the window, Ye Qinghe's eyes were blurred, his thin lips were slightly parted, the temperature in the room was not high, and the breath he exhaled turned into white mist, which smacked between the two of them.

"Wait for me." The woman dropped these words and entered the bathroom alone, and soon heard the sound of rushing water.

Ye Qinghe regained his composure and rubbed the corners of his swollen eyebrows. She didn't drink much just now, so she was willing to sink. She slowly unbuttoned the windbreaker, which was heavy in the pocket of the windbreaker. She took out her mobile phone and threw it on the bed.

The mattress was very elastic, the phone was buckled and dropped, bouncing on the bed, and hit her face straight into her eyes.

Ye Qinghe hung the windbreaker on the shelf beside him, and began to do psychological construction. The woman looks good, and has a proactive and enthusiastic personality. It seems that everything is fine. What is she still picking on? Ye Qinghe thought this way, his slender fingertips slowly He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his slender neck.

At midnight, the phone turned on, Ye Qinghe frowned, picked it up, walked to the window, clicked on the blank profile picture, Merry Christmas, and the five words fell into her eyes, which looked extraordinarily ironic.

happy?She is not happy, even in the past four years, she has forgotten a lot of things, fled there, she still can't feel happy, fingertips slide up, it's all this person's one-man show, happy Chinese Valentine's Day, happy Dragon Boat Festival, happy white day , May Day, and New Year's Day, they are not left behind.Is there a robot with an alarm clock behind the phone?

Ye Qinghe frowned, clicked on the upper right corner, and blocked this person decisively.

Seeing the moment when the blank profile picture was blocked, Ye Qinghe was expressionless.

The woman came out of the bathroom wiping her wet long hair. The room was empty, and there was a label in front of the cabinet.

The woman picked up the post-it note, on which was written in delicate characters.

"Merry Christmas."

The woman crossed her arms, twirled her wet curly hair, leaned against the wall beside her, and smiled. This man is really interesting.

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On the small wooden sign at the entrance of the villa, it is written in English, welcome home.

Ye Qinghe pushed open the door, lit the lamp, the three-story villa was empty, who was welcoming her home?

Fortunately, the heating in the house is sufficient, otherwise it would be too miserable to feel the cold feeling when I go home.

Ye Qinghe turned on the stereo, and it was deafening rock music that pierced the sky. The villa's sound insulation facilities are quite good.

Ye Qinghe began to indulge himself in the sound of music, walked to the wine cabinet, lit a good vintage wine with his slender fingers.

That year, she understood a truth.

Money can't buy her happiness.

Her happiness was too difficult, and now it is even more difficult.

It's hard to laugh, fake smiles are like crying, why is it so difficult to be a normal person.

Ye Qinghe drank wine and jumped on the sofa alone as if venting herself. Tired of dancing, she lay on the sofa and covered her eyes with her hands, as if unwilling to admit that the person who lost control of her emotions just now was herself.

True unhappiness is silent.

It was as if she was in the eye of a storm and was confused by the seemingly calm appearance, but in fact, under the low pressure environment, she was oppressed and almost breathless.

She stayed quietly on the isolated island, unable to get out, and no one else could get in.

She curled up like a newborn baby, and fell asleep after exhausting too much energy and alcohol.

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Ye Qinghe was woken up by the vibrating sound of her mobile phone. She pressed the connect button in a daze, and a person wearing a white mask appeared on the other end of the video call.

There was night, and she was day.

"My Miss Ye, how was your day last night?" Xu Yan was her high school best friend and good friend. She was beautiful and cheerful. She was completely different from her, two extremes.

"Yeah." Ye Qinghe hummed dully, sat up, the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his fair collarbone, his short hair was a little messy, his long and narrow eyes were covered by the flowing sea, his nose bridge was high, his thin lips were pursed, and his jaw line distinct.

Xu Yan held his mobile phone and looked at her calmly. Ye Qinghe was very good-looking, with short hair matching his ears, and a pair of cold eyes with a kind of coldness that could not be approached. Bingshan face, as if the whole world owed her [-] million.

As the saying goes, Ye Qinghe's character like Ye Qinghe's personality cannot be changed when he is three years old.

Ye Qinghe lifted the Liuhai in front of his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, after a night of indulgence, he was decadent with a hangover.

"Go and see?" Xu Yan sighed. She knew that Ye Qinghe had another night of hangover last night. He was withdrawn and lived alone. She was really worried that one day she would see news about this person on the social news board abroad.

There was silence over there, and the mobile phone was buckled aside. After a long time, I heard the beeping sound of the man drinking water, and the bottle was creaked by her, as if very thirsty.

"Qinghe, I know a good psychiatrist in country M, let me introduce you."

There was another silence. Xu Yan thought she had gone to take a shower, but he was still lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and waiting for her.

After a long time, she heard the man's cold voice sound again, the tone was flat as if he was narrating an ordinary thing.

"Xu Yan, I'm going back home."

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La la la, I wish you all a happy Children's Day~ keep a childlike heart~~

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