twilight winter

After hearing her answer, Xia Mo didn't know whether it was sadness or joy.

"How did you get here?" The only train should have stopped.

"Airplane." Jiang Yuming pointed to the sky.

"Where did you get the money?" Xia Mo looked up at the deep sky, like a patio.

"I followed a crew." Jiang Yuming pushed Xia Mo away and put on his down jacket.

Xia Mozheng felt a chill when he was pushed by Jiang Yuming.

"Jiang Yuming, you made money." Xia Mo said happily.

"..." Jiang Yuming gave Xia Mo a contemptuous look, then walked towards the dormitory with his head down.

Xia Mo followed and asked, "Why are you going?"

"Go back to your dormitory." Jiang Yuming didn't turn his head.

"what?"

"You want to freeze to death?" Jiang Yuming said angrily.

Xia Mo smiled, took Jiang Yuming's cold hand, and thought: Jiang Yuming, so you are also cold.

"It's time to drive." Yun Luo pushed Xia Mo who was standing there in a daze.Only then did Xia Mo struggle to get out of the memory.

"What's wrong?" Yun Luo asked Xia Mo.

Xia Mo shook her head quietly.Drive slowly with the car in front.

Yun Luo knew that Xia Mo must have thought of Jiang Yuming again.Yun Luo felt restless for a while, and said to Xia Mo: "If only I were a man?"

"En? Why?" Xia Mo asked.

Yunluo said with a smile, "I will marry you home in a legitimate way."

Xia Mo smiled when he heard this, and Yun Luo continued, "Maybe then Jiang Yuming won't have any thoughts about you."

The smile on Xia Mo's mouth disappeared instantly.

"Isn't it?" Yunluo asked.

"She will mess up your wedding." Xia Mo's voice was colder than ever.

Yun Luo knew that she had touched Xia Mo's pain, so she turned her head to look out the window.

Back home, Xia Mo went to the kitchen to cook without stopping, Yun Luo was bored and wandered around.

While eating, Xia Mo and Yun Luo watched TV. Yun Luo was actually very uncomfortable with Xia Mo leaving the dining room unused. It’s a bit popular to eat while watching TV.”

When Xia Mo was alone, she never watched entertainment programs. Yun Luo watched Xia Mo absent-mindedly watching the TV series, and asked, "Did you get transferred?"

"En?" Xia Mo came back to her senses, sticking her chopsticks in the bowl.

"I heard that you have been transferred?" Yunluo repeated, reaching out to put away the chopsticks and put them on the side of the plate.

"En." Xia Mo nodded, put down the bowl, and went to watch TV again.

"Why? Was it affected by what happened last time?" Yun Luo's memory, Xia Mo's position was transferred a week after the film festival ended.

"No." Xia Mo glanced at Yunluo, and Yunluo saw a trace of impatience.Feeling trapped, Xia Mo casually changed channels with the remote control, Xia Mo continued to stare at the direction of the TV as if he didn't see it.

"The new director Jiang Yuming was photographed at the airport a few days ago and appeared hand in hand with the queen Wing." The familiar face appeared without warning. Jiang Yuming was wearing a black shirt, slim ripped jeans, and canvas shoes. Still frighteningly thin, in the camera, she lowered her head and strode forward, Wing wearing a peaked cap walked not far behind her, Xia Mo saw her naked eyes falling in the direction of Jiang Yuming.

There is a moment of suffocation, just for a moment.Xia Mo touched his wrist and turned his head to look at Yunluo.

"Yunluo, I want to get married."

Xia Mo's household registration book is not unmarried.

Xia Mo is a divorced person.On the day of the wedding, Xia Mo got married.It wasn't Xia Mo's willingness, but the situation was compelling.Xia Mo has no excuse not to divorce.

Xia Mo and that man have known each other for more than ten months, and the two have similar temperaments. Their parents agreed, and after receiving their marriage certificates, they began to prepare for the wedding.

At that time, Jiang Yuming was working with a crew.Xia Mo settled down and simply sent out the wedding news.

It's not that Xia Mo didn't pay attention to Jiang Yuming. Ever since Jiang Yuming had a big quarrel in his junior year, Jiang Yuming began to pick up jobs frequently, coming and going without a trace.At first Xia Mo also sent her a text message, but she didn't reply and called over and over again until her phone was turned off.

Xia Mo was in great pain at that time.She doesn't ask Jiang Yuming to understand her suffering, she just asks this person to give her a little response like before.

But Jiang Yuming didn't.

Not even a sound.Xia Mo gradually lost hope in this torment, and when she met that man, she suddenly wanted to settle down.

Xia Mo still remembers the chaos of the wedding banquet that day, that wedding banquet was like a erotic dream, and all that was left was the aftertaste after waking up from the dream.It's just a moment of aftertaste.

That day Xia Mo stood in front of relatives and friends wearing a white wedding dress, Xia Mo was excited and happy.

She watched the man in front of her lift her veil, he pursed his lips and smiled softly, his black pupils reflected his beautiful appearance.

The host asked the man: "Would you like to marry Miss Xia Mo in front of you?"

He said loudly: "I am willing."

Xia Mo knew that she had obtained her marriage certificate, it was just a formality, a vulgar ceremony that would be staged in every wedding, but seeing the person across from him say those three words so openly, Xia Mo still would feel happy.

Yes, this kind of simple happiness is something that I and that person cannot have.

Xia Mo thought about it, and then heard the host ask: "Miss Xia Mo, are you willing to marry the gentleman in front of you?"

The microphone was handed over, and Xia Mo was about to answer when he heard someone shouting loudly at the door of the banquet hall: "She doesn't want to."

The noisy wedding banquet suddenly fell silent, so strangely quiet that it made people panic.Xia Mo was no longer the protagonist of this wedding, the protagonist had obviously become the panting Jiang Yuming.

The two elders of the Jiang family happily greeted their daughter whom they had not seen for a long time, but Jiang Yuming only dodged him indifferently.

Seeing her stepping on a lazy square step, Xia Mo walked over with a contemptuous smile at the corner of her mouth.

Standing in front of Xia Mo carelessly, Jiang Yuming didn't look at anyone, but whispered to Xia Mo, "Say you don't want to."

Xia Mo took a step back and saw Jiang Yuming, who was close at hand, narrowed his eyes.

Thousands of eyes looked at it, Xia Mo felt very dizzy, his frenzied beating heart seemed to jump out to escape this terrifying moment.

Jiang Yuming emphasized his tone, and ordered: "Say, you don't want to."

Xia Mo looked at her lips and shook her head without knowing what to think. The quiet Jiang Yuming suddenly grabbed the microphone of the host who was standing there.

"She likes women, she doesn't want to."

Xia Mo felt like she was riding a roller coaster traveling around the world, with ups and downs and thrills.My own fears, my embarrassments, and my weaknesses all fell into the eyes of the world without omission.

The audience seemed to explode. Xia Mo watched Jiang Yuming holding the microphone and tilting her head to look at the chaotic audience. Her smile was hidden in the corner of her eyes, like her dark heart.

The marriage, of course, ended in a farce.

The Xia family is like a frying pan, just waiting for Xia Mo to fall into the trap and be fried.

Xia Mo had just returned from the divorce procedure when the second elder of the Jiang family carried the silent Jiang Yuming to plead guilty.

None of the seven aunts and eight aunts left in the living room. Xia Mo met those playful eyes and looked alone at Jiang Yuming who was standing in the corner.

Like giving popsicles when he was a child, Jiang Yuming leaned against the corner with his head down and a bag in his arms.

Xia Mo walked over and asked softly, "Why?"

Jiang Yuming raised his head, and Xia Mo saw her cheeks were red and swollen, and there were tears in her eye circles.

Xia Mo felt that familiar heartache came again, she turned her eyes away and forced herself to discard the comforting * *.

"Why?" Still asking, hoping to find hope in an already embarrassing situation.

"I invite you to eat a popsicle." The man replied softly.

Dizzy Xia Mo looked at that person in disbelief, her silent appearance really made people jump into a rage.

"This is your explanation?" Xia Mo asked tremblingly, his hands clenched into fists.

"..." There was no answer, the man opened his pocket, and the colorful popsicles melted into pieces.

The suppressed Xia Mo greeted him with a slap, the man's long hair brushed the corner of his eyes, Xia Mo felt his eyes sting, Xia Mo heard himself shouting: "Jiang Yuming, you are a lunatic. You are a madman. An inexplicable lunatic. Get out of my life, Jiang Yuming, get out. Get out of the way."

The mournful cry was the end of the day.

Maybe because of her overreaction, the elders of the Xia family didn't ask Xia Mo too many questions when they sent the guests away. They just booked a plane ticket and flew away after a few words of comfort. Xia Mo knew that they must be overwhelmed. , Xia Mo thought of Jiang Yuming's tears again, Xia Mo hugged the pillow angrily and almost smothered himself to death.

Just like that, Jiang Yuming quietly disappeared as Xia Mo said, after she ruined Xia Mo's wedding.

And two years later, when Xia Mo got used to living without her, she appeared quietly again.

Now, thinking of that night, Xia Mo suddenly felt a little regretful when facing the TV. It was a pity that the newspaper had reported it more thoroughly that day, and it would have set off a wave.

It turned out that Jiang Yuming was more than a lunatic, and I'm afraid he was about to be driven insane by her.

The palm was held in the palm of the hand, and Xia Mo heard the person beside him sigh softly: "Do you think she will come to snatch the marriage like last time when you get married?"

Xia Mo tilted her head to look at Yunluo, and asked in pain, "Is that a robbery? Why didn't I feel it?"

Yunluo shook his head and said that he was not sure either.

The two silently lowered their heads to look at the hands that were intertwined, and they both sighed.

What you want, you can't ask for.

It turns out that they are all puppets in the hands of others, and every move in this life is on the thread flicked between the fingers of that person.