bait [entertainment circle]

◎Sister, why are you here◎

The autumn night in this city is not very cold, but with a few wisps of sweet-scented osmanthus.

The starry sky is also very clear and clean, reminiscent of a bright lake in the distance.

Shang Lingjue tied her ponytail high, her hair was fluffy and soft, and her black hair was a little curly.

Carrying the violin, she walked unhurriedly towards the direction where Zhao Mian was running.

Her roommate has a reckless personality. In the past six months, he has confessed to no less than six people, and the chance of success is half and half.

The probability of success this time is still estimated to be low.

Usually, after this person failed to confess, he would buy a dozen beers, drink them all night with peanuts, yell that his heart was dead, break into pieces, and sleep for another day and night.

On the morning of the third day, I said that my heart was alive again, and I was full of vitality again.

Walking on the grass outside the concert hall, Shang Lingjue saw Zhao Mian trotting from a distance, catching up to the graceful woman.

"Hello, please...please wait a moment."

Under the night, after hearing Zhao Mian's voice, the woman stopped slowly and turned her face suspiciously.

This is Zhao Mian's second close contact with a woman.

Facing the noble and alienated woman in front of him, Zhao Mian found that he was so nervous that he could barely speak.

She was trembling for a long time, but she just didn't say a word. The roselle rose in her arms dangled, and the petals almost fell off.

The woman's black hair is like ink, hanging on her thin shoulders, her peach eyes are slightly raised, revealing a little puzzled expression, her beautiful and moist red lips are lightly parted, alluring.

"What's the matter with you?"

The voice like a lingling spring fell on her ears, Zhao Mian blushed even more, she felt that her hands were weak and her legs were weak, and she could hardly hold the box of chocolates.

The moonlight fell on the flawless face of the person in front of him, and the empty and ordinary grass seemed to be shining like a palace in an instant.

"My name is Zhao Mian, you... hello, I play the harp in the Lucerneburg Symphony Orchestra, we met before, do you remember?"

"Ah hello."

The woman's voice was cold, and her slender and charming eyes seemed to be affectionate, but they were actually ruthless.

"Actually, I think I'm very... thank you for lending an umbrella to me and my friend last time," Zhao Mi'an wished he could slap himself, because he was so timid when things came to an end, "Thanks to you, we didn't get sick in the rain .”

Hearing Zhao Mian say "my friend", the woman's eyes glowed with a light and joyful magnificence, as if the shimmering light in the depths of the sea of ​​stars had life.

"You're welcome, I just don't want anyone to get caught in the rain, as long as the goal is achieved."

Seeing that the woman's expression was indifferent, but showing inexplicable concern, Zhao Mian burst into courage, handed roses and chocolates directly, and said earnestly:

"I want to send you roses and chocolates, I hope you can accept it."

"You mean as... thanks?" The woman wrapped her windbreaker tightly with her left hand, a trace of astonishment and confusion flashed across her eyes.

"Of course it's not just thanks." Zhao Mian's pretty face was flushed, she bent down as if bowing, and said in a low voice, "I hope you can accept being my girlfriend and go out on a date with me, is that okay?" ?”

"No."

It was the first time Zhao Mian heard such a brief refusal, and she even thought she had heard it wrong——

How can anyone reject someone like this, without a reason?Or is it that girls with oriental faces are more shy and have to ask several times before agreeing?

"Actually, I mean, we can get to know each other better, go out to dinner together occasionally, watch movies or something, and stroll around Central Park."

"No."

The woman's voice became even colder. This time it seemed to reflect the clear moon in the cold pool. It was icy and high, and could freeze a person's heart into pieces of ice, falling down one by one.

"Excuse me... why?" Zhao Mian felt that the woman's cold words were like an ice knife piercing her heart, making her dizzy for a while.

She straightened up slightly, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the exquisite and luxurious jade ring on the ring finger of the woman's left hand.

"The reason why I can't is... Excuse me, are you married?"

Zhao Mian felt that the woman in front of her was young and noble, and she didn't look like she had reached the age of marriage. If she wore a school uniform, she would look like a student at most.

On this side, Shang Lingjue wandered to the ice cream cart and bought a strawberry-flavored snowdrop ice cream.

It can be seen from a distance that Zhao Mian and her beautiful sister seem to be having a good chat?

So, while eating ice cream, Shang Lingjue walked slowly towards Zhao Mian, after all, she didn't want to be a light bulb.

Hearing the word "marriage", the woman was obviously stunned for a moment. She subconsciously rubbed the ring between her fingers, and her brown eyes were filled with a faint halo of drunkenness.

Feeling that the woman's expression was very strange, Zhao Mian guessed that there might be some relationship problem, after all, every time the woman came to the concert alone.

"If you are not married, can you be friends with me first and get to know each other, okay?"

"No."

This was the third can't that Zhao Mian heard tonight. She felt that she had been frozen into an ice sculpture, and she trembled all over.

However, when she wanted to say something more, she found that the woman's gaze fell behind her, with a slightly panicked expression on her cold and distant face.

Stepping on the soft grass, Shang Lingjue raised his eyelashes slightly, his delicate and beautiful face was full of surprise.

A short distance away, the woman Zhao Mian confessed to, pressed her hat with one hand, turned and left——

It was like running away, as if there was something terrible behind him.

When Shang Lingjue walked to Zhao Mian's side, he realized that his roommate was about to sit down on the floor with a weeping expression.

"You scared them away?" Shang Lingjue was shocked, "You can't do that?"

The rose petals were dropped by Zhao Mian, and the pale pink petals danced in all directions as the night wind blew.

Zhao Mian and Shang Lingjue stood in place, watching the woman's slender and tall back from a distance, and got into a black Bentley.

The Bentley drove away quickly, leaving only the roar and exhaust of the car.

Shang Lingjue's black eyelashes drooped, and his beautiful eyebrows were slightly folded. He always felt that the figure from the back looked familiar, but he didn't think about it.

"What did you do to him? When I saw you, I ran away like I saw a ghost?" Shang Lingjue raised the corners of his lips slightly, and teased, she really didn't expect that Zhao Mian could scare people away.

"I... how do I know, she left suddenly," Zhao Mian was still in a daze, unable to recover for a long time, "didn't tell me whether she was married or not."

"Don't think about it when you get married," Shang Lingjue bit off the fruit on the ice cream, and lightly persuaded him, "Besides, you are so abrupt, it's strange that you can succeed."

"No, she said 'no' to me three times in a row. My self-esteem has never been hit like this. I'm too ignorant of people. At least people reject me after dating a few times."

Seeing the tram approaching staggeringly on the street on the left, the two hurriedly speeded up to catch up with the tram.

Shang Lingjue took out two coins from his pocket, put them into the toll box, and sat down in the back row with Zhao Mian.

"Xiao Shang, is it because I'm so ugly that my beautiful sister doesn't want to talk to me at all? But she even gave me an umbrella before, afraid that I would get caught in the rain."

"Others just have good intentions," Shang Lingjue said in a very cold tone.

"Then why did she only give me the umbrella and not others?"

"Did you send someone a bad gift again, and they found out?"

"How is that possible?" Zhao Mian handed the chocolate to Shang Lingjue, "Look, I bought super expensive liqueur chocolates. I'm very sincere, and roses are also ridiculously expensive."

Looking at the golden night scene outside the window, Shang Lingjue habitually touched the red string on his wrist and chuckled, "Then you can eat the chocolate yourself, don't waste it."

"But, I don't even know her name, but she's really pretty," Zhao Mian said with a dejected look on her face, "she's the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life."

"Come on, that's what you said before," Shang Lingjue ate strawberry-flavored ice cream, and suddenly regretted that he didn't try the new mint flavor.

"No, it's really different this time. This time, the beautiful younger sister looks good. What's more, she is so cold and noble. It doesn't feel like people like us can touch her."

"You can't get your hands on it, why do you still go up?" Shang Lingjue's side face was beautiful and indifferent, under the dense night, the corners of her eyes and brows were showing a cold and gloomy look.

"Do you think we are all as rebellious as you, with only music in our hearts and no women?"

Shang Lingjue shook his head and let out a light snort, his dark side face was breathtakingly magnificent.

"Hey, I'm suddenly curious, if you saw that beautiful younger sister just now, would you also be fascinated and fall in love at first sight?"

Shang Lingjue's red lips curled into a cool arc, and he glanced at the red string on his wrist, his voice was light and firm, "How is that possible."

"Okay, I know you are born with sex. Indifference, I guess there will only be the same sex in the future. Only indifference can go with you."

sex.cold?Shang Lingjue wanted to laugh slightly, the people he had been with before had a very sexual appearance.Cold, but that's just the appearance.

Finding that the frequency of thinking of Si Er has increased greatly today, Shang Lingjue is a little lost. Maybe it's because the woman looks too much like Si Er today, or maybe...he really misses Si Er.

This kind of nostalgia is not as painful as before, but a faint memory, like hot spring water flowing all over the body, warm.

She sometimes thinks that it's not bad to have such memories, lest she will be so bored that she doesn't even have any memories on every ordinary rainy night.

There are only a few things that a person can remember in his life, such as test scores, dreams pursued, food tastes, and people he liked.

Until the tram arrived at the station, Shang Lingjue's heart was still filled with slightly warm emotions, and his face as white as jade had a rare warm color.

"Hey, you look like a dog, you are cool and attractive, have you really never been in a relationship?"

On the way back, Zhao Mian couldn't restrain his gossip, and started the routine cross-examination again.

Shang Lingjue slightly raised his eyebrows, not wanting to answer this question.

"At first glance, you are the kind of cool sister who makes little girls fascinated. You must have a rich love history," Zhao Mian continued plausibly, "So, can you teach me a few tricks on how to chase that beautiful sister."

"No." Shang Lingjue opened the door with the key, and walked straight to the second floor, leaving only a slender and clean figure behind.

Suddenly, Zhao Mian felt that this "can't" seemed to be similar to the "can't" said by the beautiful sister.

"Do you want to have this inexplicable tacit understanding in the air?" Zhao Mian muttered, closing the door and returning to his room, "is it fun to hit people?"

For several weeks, every Friday, the woman sitting in the last row on the right would show up on time, listen to the afternoon and evening concerts, and then leave quickly.

Zhao Mian was not given the slightest chance to get close.

For this reason, Zhao Mian didn't think about tea or food for several days, suffered from insomnia until dawn, and followed like a demon.

Fortunately, the performance task of the symphony orchestra was very heavy. After several days of lack of sleep, Zhao Mian couldn't hold on and fell ill in bed. She also asked Shang Lingjue to help her return the black umbrella to that beautiful sister.

This Friday morning, the sky was still clear and the sun was shining brightly.

However, at night, when Shang Lingjue's violin solo ended, it suddenly rained heavily.

The wet rain made people shiver with cold.

Many spectators without umbrellas were forced to hide under the eaves of the concert hall, waiting for their relatives and friends.

Putting the violin in the backstage lounge first, Shang Lingjue took out the black umbrella and saw the people in the last row slowly leaving.

The woman is still wearing a black jacket today, and inside is a red silk dress with suspenders. The thin shoulder straps are wrapped around her white and tender collarbone, which is faintly seductive, enchanting and glamorous like red lotus.

"Hello, please wait a moment, I have something to return to you," Shang Lingjue shouted to the graceful woman as she straddled the steps of the auditorium.

For a moment, several young and beautiful rich ladies turned around, thinking that Shang Lingjue was calling him, and greeted Shang Lingjue with smiles.

However, after the woman turned around and found Shang Lingjue, instead of stopping, she walked even faster, ignoring the heavy rain outside.

Seeing the woman walking faster and faster, the hem of the red dress is swaying to the ground, dancing gracefully, just a back view makes people's heart beat faster.

A strange impulse arose in Shang Lingjue's heart, she must catch up and see the woman's true face.

Finally, on the crimson exterior wall of Luxembourg, Shang Lingjue chased after the escaped woman.

She grabbed the woman's white and slender wrist, and kept her by her side. Shang Lingjue's palms were warm and cold, the tip of his nose was soaked in a faint cold fragrance, and his heart throbbed as if being pierced by sharp thorns.

"Hi, I just want to return the umbrella to you, don't be afraid..." Shang Lingjue was completely stunned after seeing the woman's face clearly.

In the rain, the woman's lips were cherry red, her eyebrows were cold and elegant, and her eyelashes were wet like splashed ink, bright and elegant in the heavy rain, charming and charming.

It was a kind of beauty that surpassed her appearance. In the heavy rain that fell from the sky, the woman was so illusory and charming, delicate and fragile as if she was the most gorgeous and coquettish in the world.

Not only like a beautiful fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, but also like a homeless clingy kitten.

"Sister," Shang Lingjue frowned, and a look of astonishment flashed in his long and narrow phoenix eyes, "Why are you here?"

The girl's tall figure loomed over him, and S Er's breath was full of charming heart palpitations with the smell of mint.

Unexpectedly, he would be discovered so suddenly, Si Er's body trembled slightly, and his heart was full of panic after being caught——

I agreed not to bother you anymore, but what she's doing now will make Shang Lingjue even more angry...

She stiffly took the black umbrella from Shang Lingjue's hand.

The woman's red lips were tightly pursed, and her black eyelashes were lightly drawn, revealing a cool and glamorous beauty, "You have misunderstood the person."

"Wrong person?" Shang Lingjue frowned, feeling as if he was in a dream, "It's dark, but I'm not blind yet."

"It hurts, you hurt me," Si Er softly touched Shang Lingjue's wrist with his pale jade fingers, his moist eyelashes blinked lightly, and the beauty was a little fragile, as if the pain made her hard to bear. Bear.

The woman's nasal voice was alluring, Shang Lingjue couldn't react immediately, and still held Si Er's hand tightly.

During the slight tugging between the two, S Er's right sleeve slid open, revealing the less obvious scar, more like a tattoo wrapped in green vines, fragile and attractive.

Shang Lingjue quickly let go of Si Er, but the next moment, the woman rushed into the boundless rain regardless, and ran towards the Maserati parked by the roadside.

After two seconds of being in a daze, Shang Lingjue followed suit, and the rain hit her face, which was both cold and warm.

At this moment, in the eyes of the audience hiding from the rain under the eaves, the two slender figures running in the rain one after the other, acting like lunatics, unexpectedly have a sense of a romantic movie.

It wasn't until the Maserati sped away that the romantic movie turned "tragedy."

Although Shang Lingjue failed to beat Maserati in the end, since today, magical rumors have circulated in the concert hall of Luxembourg——

Shang Lingjue was bewitched by the banshee in the rain, and was almost captured by the banshee and brought back to the deep sea to marry her forcibly. .

The next day, Shang Lingjue, who heard the rumor, felt that the "imagination" of foreigners was really rich, and it was beyond description.

It's just out of the question.

However, seeing Si Er here really gave Shang Lingjue a sense of unreality and illusion, as if he was a person chasing phantoms in his dreams, so he met Si Er here.

She was even a little skeptical that seeing Si Er that day might have been a dream, and it was only in the dream that there was such a heavy rain.

It should be because of the old things of those merchants, she has been thinking about it all the time, and wanted to ask S Er personally why, so she met S Er.

It must have been just a coincidence, it is impossible for Sier to have the time to come to his own recital every week.

But it was just a coincidence, Shang Lingjue kept comforting himself over and over again, almost getting a little nervous, but he couldn't stop the feeling of his heart beating faster.

"Okay, don't lose your mind, don't you want to replace me today and give my sister a surprise lesson for the music exam? Go quickly."

Zhao Mi An yelled at Shang Lingjue who was standing in a daze at the door of the house. She had been ill for just one day and was still very weak, so she had to ask Shang Lingjue to help her sister with tutoring.

"Well, send me the address," Shang Lingjue took a deep breath, with a complex look hidden between his brows.

"I've sent you a long time ago," Zhao Mian sighed, "Also, you know my sister has a bad temper, so please bear with me."

**

According to the address sent by Zhao Mian, Shang Lingjue took the tram through six or seven blocks and came to a high-end building complex.

There is a beautiful swan fountain in the community, and the surrounding greenery is beautiful.

Scores of maple trees and ginkgo trees stand on both sides of the road, and the fiery red and golden leaves are circling and flying in the air, which is unbelievably beautiful.

Zhao Mian's younger sister said that she would come down to pick up Shang Lingjue in person, so Zhao Mian only gave Shang Lingjue the address of the community, but not the specific building number.

Shang Lingjue wandered around the community at will, sitting on a wooden bench, basking in the sun.

Until a group of playful children passed by, one of the red-haired children, after seeing Shang Lingjue, immediately shouted as if he had discovered some new treasure:

"She is the fairy sister in the painting, the fairy sister came out of the painting."

Shang Lingjue has always disliked noisy children, it would make her feel very irritable.

She coldly swept across the group of children, and just about to get up to leave, the red-haired child boldly walked up to her and asked:

"Sister Tianxian, can you play the violin?"

"How did you know that I can play the violin?" Shang Lingjue stopped walking, with an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

"Because in another fairy sister's painting, you can play the violin."

"In the other fairy sister's painting?" Shang Lingjue's pupils were dark, and the languid expression between the exquisite eyebrows and eyes faded away, and turned into a serious expression, "Aren't you joking?"

"How is it possible? I really saw it with my own eyes. A sister draws you every week. I can take you to see it right now. The painting is so beautiful."

Before Shang Lingjue could refuse or agree, the red-haired kid ran all the way, leading Shang Lingjue to a secluded and beautiful lawn.

In the shade on one side of the lawn, there are tables and chairs of rouge wood. The black tea in the white porcelain bone cup on the table is steaming, and the puffs and cakes also exude a sweet aroma.

There are flying birds rising and falling on the surface of the lake not far away, which makes it quiet and comfortable.

Next to it is a log easel, on which there is a thick stack of picture scrolls, the edge of the picture paper rattles when the wind blows.

Most of these are sketches, and occasionally a few paintings have some simple oil paints on them. Shang Lingjue lowered his breath, walked over slowly, and flipped through these paintings.

You can see the date on the back of the scroll, either Saturday or Sunday.

There are a total of forty or so paintings, all of which are dated within the past six months.

However, the characters in this painting, without exception, are all Shang Lingjue.

In the painting, she has unruly and wild eyes, but she is immersed in the music, with a serious and focused expression.

Although the scene in the painting remains the same, the clothes that Shang Lingjue wears each time are different, as well as the change of seasons, which are almost perfectly depicted.

Lifelike, as if you can see the immortal time from the scroll, and... the heart of the painter.

Shang Lingjue stroked the edge of the scroll with his fingers, trembling slightly, with a look of sadness and joy, in the shadow of the sun, no one knew.

The child on the side also looked at Shang Lingjue very proudly, and said happily:

"I didn't lie to you, the person in this painting is you."

"Yes," Shang Lingjue pursed his lips and replied softly.

"I see a very beautiful sister painting here every week, so you two must know each other, right?"

"Yes," Shang Lingjue continued to flip through the sketches, "We are very familiar."

There was a sound of soft footsteps, Shang Lingjue turned his head, and saw Si Er's long hair like ink flying in the thin light, his beauty was alluring.

She holds a pencil for drawing in her left hand, and her peach blossom eyes are full of disbelief.

The author says:

感谢在2022-04-2222：00：04～2022-04-2300：00：05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

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