Tidal snow; my dad threw me out of the house because I wasn't his biological daughter

My dad threw me out of the house because I wasn't his biological daughter. Unexpectedly, his own son took a fancy to me.

1

I called Jiang Shuxue and was abandoned three times.

The first time, it was my mom.

When she met my father when she was young and beautiful, she fainted as if she wanted to marry him.

Against the resistance of the whole family, I followed my father for seven years without a name, and finally survived my father's first wife, happily married into the Jiang family, and became the new wife of Jiang Du, the leading rich merchant in the local area, and gave a stepmother identity, after all, after jiang du's ex-wife died of illness, she also left a ten-year-old son.

The night before marrying Jiang Du, she hugged the five-year-old me and cried silently, saying that from now on, I would have a father and a home.

It turned out she was a liar.

Only one year after marrying into the Jiang family, she wore a long white dress and jumped down from the top floor of the Jiang family.

At 3:30 p.m. that afternoon, I came home from kindergarten. When I stepped into the European-style gate of my home, I saw her swaying figure in the air, as light as a free bird.

She left me and went to heaven.

Oh, I think people like her may not be able to go to heaven.

2

The second time, it was my brother, Jiang Du's ex-wife's son Jiang Tingchao.

The first time I entered the Jiang family mansion with my mother, the first time I saw Jiang Tingchao, I saw hatred in the eyes of this half-brother.

It's just that the hatred is so fleeting in his eyes that I suspect that it is my own delusion.

At that time, I had just gone from a wild girl who would only run wild in a muddy puddle to the youngest daughter of the Jiang family.

In order not to lose face at the party, my mother invited a series of private teachers in one go, vowing to train me into a decathlon lady.

I learned to be impetuous, especially the piano, and when I practiced, I did not think that I was playing art, but vented my inner depression.

The piano teacher frowned at me, his eyes unabashedly contemptuous of a straw bag.

I couldn't stand the piano teacher's eyes on me, and I was trying to play my temper and say that I wouldn't learn, when Jiang Tingchao came out of his room.

He moved a white carved solid wooden stool, sat side by side with me in front of the brown upright piano, and said lightly, "If you play like this, you will cry."

Then he took my hand and played the introductory MacDonald in its entirety.

I looked at his long thin fingers holding my fleshy hands, inexplicably admiring this brother who was five years older than me.

And he was so good-looking, when he sat in front of the piano and played, the cold morning light outside the window gave him a thin layer of light. The long eyelashes were low and the eyes were gentle, so that I suddenly understood what a prince in a fairy tale should look like.

I pestered him day by day to teach me to learn the piano and play. I liked him and relied more on him than on my father, Jiang Du at the time.

Especially after my mother jumped off the building, my dependence on Jiang Tingchao was simply excessive, and if he refused to sleep with me at night, I unreasonably occupied his bed.

On his birthday when he turned seven, Jiang Du, because of his busy business, asked Jiang Tingchao to take me to the amusement park to play. That playground is the most crowded and lively amusement park in the city.

We played a lot of sports, bumper cars, Ferris wheels, carousels... It wasn't until noon that Jiang heard the tide say he was a little tired, took me to a nearby square, made me sit in front of the flower bed, and said he went to the neighborhood to buy water and candy.

Then he was gone, and I sat on the flower bed until sunset.

When it was almost dark, a middle-aged woman came up to me and asked where my parents had gone.

I didn't answer, so she took out her candy and said she would take me to my parents.

I shook my head, but she held out her hand and dragged me along, and then I bit her arm hard.

The woman could not avoid it, screamed out in pain, and pushed me to the ground, her head on the edge of the flower bed, and the movement attracted many passers-by.

I stayed at the police station for three days, and finally Jiang Du found me, and Tie Qing took me home with a blue face.

It is said that Jiang Tingchao was beaten by him with a stick and lay in bed for three days.

I didn't go to see Jiang Tingchao.

I understood that on my birthday afternoon, my "gentle and kind" brother led me out of the house in the hope that I would stay outside forever. Instead, he was found back by Jiang Du.

He should have, he didn't want to see me.

3

The third time, rather than being abandoned, it was more that he was driven out of the house by my father Jiang Du.

I'm an adult, in my twenties, and a year out of college.

After graduation, I mixed with a group of fox friends, drinking, clubbing, and mixing private clubs every day, and for a long time, I didn't even have the excitement of finding a job, just that little monthly salary, not as much as the pocket money given by Jiang Du.

After my mother died, no one planned to supervise my growth. I was like a lump of mud, and after falling off the wall, I lay peacefully at the bottom of the mud pit.

Jiang Du was strict and harsh on his eldest son, but he was pampered and pampered to me, wanting to buy what he wanted, and spending money as fast as flowing water without blinking an eye.

At this point, I have to be thankful that my mother found me a rich father.

Although this father was not the only one of me — I heard that he had quite a few little lovers out there, one of whom was pregnant with a child.

This should not have had anything to do with me—who knew that the lover was not pregnant with his species, the lover received his alimony, and he had a young and strong boyfriend outside. After discovering it, Jiang Du was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and after lying in the hospital for a few days, he quietly found a lawyer and gave me and Jiang Tingchao a paternity test.

I was the last one to know.

After Jiang Du returned from the hospital, he directly asked the lawyer to tell me to pack up my things and leave the Jiang family, telling me that he would never raise me again in the future.

What an ordinary day, Jiang Du's lawyer's tone is also very calm, the sky is sunny, and the world is functioning normally.

They told me that according to the results of the paternity test, I was not Jiang Du's biological daughter.

White paper and black words, every word is presented in front of me, just looking at it, can consume the strength of my whole body.

I squeezed my palms tightly, my nails sinking deep into the flesh. "I want to see my dad!" I'm going to tell him there must be someone a ghost! It must be Jiang Tingchao!"

No matter how harsh, provocative, and even pleading I spoke that day, I never saw my father.

He didn't want to see me, so he sent a bunch of people to pack up my luggage and throw my whole person out of the Jiang family gate.

The iron door slowly closed, isolating the home I had lived in for more than ten years in another world.

I remember the day when I was five years old, when I was first led by my mother into this white spire complex.

On the way to pick us up, she was always holding my hand, and I felt her hand shaking all the time, making me feel pain.

I thought she was afraid, but turned my head sideways and saw the light in her eyes with enthusiasm and excitement.

When the car stopped at the European gate, before getting out, she leaned over to me and whispered a word.

"Stop the snow, and from now on, we can live the happiest life in the world."

4

She must not have imagined that my life would be so miserable now.

After sleeping in the hotel for two days, until the waiter knocked on the door, I found that Jiang Du had frozen all the cards he had given me in the past.

Thinking of him, I feel a heart-wrenching pain in my heart.

Jiang Du's business is busy, especially as his company opens more and more in the later period, in fact, he does not spend much time with me.

But in my heart, he was always my father.

With a bit of luck, I borrowed the waiter's phone (mine had been blocked), called him, and told him it wasn't my fault.

"Jiang Shuxue," dad interrupted me on the phone, "your mother can not face, I can't." You don't have to beg me, I've raised a bastard for so many years, and I've done my best."

Listening to the endless disgust and hatred in his words, I could not say a word.

The phone hung up and I collapsed on the bed.

After living for so many years, in fact, I still feel that I can't understand the people around me.

My mom said we would live the happiest life in the world, and she said it so, but she died in just one year.

My brother played the piano with me, his eyes gentle and affectionate, but he didn't turn his head back once when he threw me in the plaza of the amusement park.

How funny.

All my family members dumped me like a bucket of garbage at home.

5

I signed up for an order-takeR and lived every day on the salary I earned by driving.

On the way back to the rental house after picking up more than a dozen orders at night, when I passed a corner, I habitually braked and slowed down, but the car did not respond, rushed over the railing by the bridge, and fell straight down the walled river.

The moment I smashed into the water with the car, somehow my soul produced a sense of relief.

When I came into this world, it was a mistake.

Now, everything is liberated and it's fine.

The most profound thing in the subconscious is the figure of the mother who jumped down from the top floor that day.

I let go of the steering wheel and reached out my hand to hug her vainly.

mother...... Did you pick me up?

When you fall to the ground, it hurts, right?

Good regret, at the time just scared, did not hug you.

Consciousness gradually blurred, sinking into a darkness.

6

When I woke up again, it was in a strange place.

Everywhere you look, it's plain white, and the smell of disinfectant water floats in the air.

It seems to be a hospital.

It is said that the scourge has been left for thousands of years, and it seems that I still have a life.

A dry mouth followed, and I twisted my body slightly, so thirsty that I couldn't help but cry out, "Water..."

The sound came out, and the faint whispers quickly dissipated into the air.

Who's going to come to the hospital to see me?

Even if a person like me dies one day, no one will offer a bouquet of flowers in front of my tombstone.

A hand reached over and it was... A hand that is very suitable for playing the piano is holding a glass of water in the hand, and as the hand tilts, the water in the transparent glass ripples.

I raised my eyes and stared at the owner of the hand like a ghost.

"Brother..." After shouting, I was eager to bite my tongue.

At the white bedside, Jiang Tingchao was leaning over to feed me water, and his body blocked most of the view, bringing a shadow.

He was so close that I could see his reddish eyelids and well-defined eyelashes, his nose high and his mouth light. Even after watching it as a sister for so many years, I can't deny that Jiang Tingchao's temperament is ascetic and cold, but he has a face that can easily tempt others to kiss.

The face that is usually expressionless is slightly tired at this moment, and it seems that it has not rested well for a long time.

I looked at this fairy-like face and had no doubt that this man would be drugged in the water.

"There is no poison." Jiang Tingchao seemed to see what was going on in my heart.

I was so thirsty that I immediately opened my mouth to draw the water from the cup, maybe I was in a hurry, but I choked on it and spilled some on the side of my face.

Jiang Tingchao stretched out his cold and soft fingers, gently wiped away the water marks on my face, the action was warm like a lover, but the eyes were very cold, "Do you dare to do such a thing as suicide, but are you afraid that I will pour a cup of poison?"

"Who killed himself?" I looked at him with wide eyes, and when I thought about it, I realized that he had misunderstood, "It was the brake that failed, not on my own."

Although at that moment, I did feel the relief cowardly.

Jiang Tingchao looked at me quietly.

I tilted my head out of the window to look at the green leaves of the branches jumping in the wind.

"What are you going to do?" After asking myself, I figured out the answer, "Come and see a joke about a lost dog?" Does it look good? I'm like this now, you should be satisfied, right?"

"I think you need a reason?" Jiang Tingchao asked in a low voice.

"I'm no longer the daughter of the Jiang family." I squeezed my fingers on the sheets underneath, turned my head back and smiled at him tauntedly, "Haven't you always hated me as a sister?" Now I'm not your sister anymore."

Jiang Tingchao sat at the end of the bed, his expression somehow a little gloomy.

I continued, "Jiang Tingchao, we don't have any relationship anymore."

Then I saw Jiang Tingchao leaning down, his black eyes staring at me motionlessly, and asked, "Oh, is it?"

I was inexplicably a little frightened, but still nodded.

Only to see Jiang Tingchao slowly reveal a smile, a row of cold white tooth scallops arranged like a row, but it made me think of the Senran picture of some kind of carnivores preying on prey in an instant.

In a very calm tone, he threw out a sentence that made me explode: "Be my woman."

7

"Snap!"

It was my first time slapping a human face.

Looking at the red palm prints on Jiang Tingchao's face, I reflected the recklessness of my behavior.

Jiang Tingchao's face was slightly tilted, and he didn't speak, just looked down at his eyelashes.

I felt the air quiet for a moment.

Jiang Tingchao raised his eyebrows, actually stared at me and smiled slowly, in a soft tone, "Do you still want to fight?"

I shook my head repeatedly.

He stopped talking, but sat quietly on the edge of the bed, looking at me silently like a still painting.

"Don't look at me." I said dryly, "Weird disgusting."

Jiang Tingchao gently touched the slap mark on his face and slowly opened his mouth:

"Since I was born, I have been five years older than you.

"You should know that my ability to make money is OK, and if you feel that I am not enough to support you, I can continue to work hard."

"And my looks... It's also the type you like, otherwise you wouldn't have secretly drawn me in a sketchbook.

"Finally, our constellations are also very compatible. The Internet says that we have a 100% match and are born lovers."

After saying this, Jiang Tingchao showed me a gentle smile like a paper paste, but his mouth was as careless as after finalizing a financial project at the meeting, summing up at the end, "It can be said that my request fully considers your personal needs."

I frowned, "Did you get my consent?" Who allowed you to turn over my sketchbook?"

"I was thrown in the trash by someone, and I picked it up when I saw it." Jiang Tingchao looked indifferent, and did not hide his explosive behavior of actually turning over the garbage can.

Thinking of him doing this scene, I was shocked and speechless for a moment, and at the same time, my heart was faintly twitching: Jiang Du has actually been... Lost all my stuff.

Jiang Tingchao observed my face, and I felt that every trace of my expression seemed to be seen through by him, not only the shock, doubt, and irritation after being suddenly confessed, but also the dark heart that even I was deceiving myself.

He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, his voice seductive like a demon who had acquired a soul, "There is a more important advantage to being my woman - returning to the Jiang family, I promise that no one, even Jiang Du, can drive you away again."

I lost my voice for a moment, but my heart beat violently.

8

After I was discharged from the hospital, I took a black Maybach and stepped into Jiang Tingchao's private house.

Jiang Tingchao walked in front and took me up the wooden staircase, the living room was dimly lit, the middle hall was lined with leather furniture, and the walls of the printed pattern were hung with paintings, the frames were exquisite and classical, but unfortunately the paintings inside were childish and simple, drawing a close-up of a boy's face from various angles, abrupt and strange, becoming the only failure of the decorative style of the room's overall taste.

I don't need to look at it to know that the painting is Jiang Tingchao, because the painter is me in the second grade.

"Such a public execution... I'd rather they stay in the trash." I said expressionlessly, "In addition, grand young master, in the future, you will pick up less garbage, and it will be humiliating to say it."

Jiang Tingchao ignored it, but slowly and methodically took off his coat and casually threw it on the black sofa.

Then, with those bony hands, he untied the collar of his shirt.

With his casual movements, the body that was originally tightly wrapped in clothes slowly unfolded, from the slender neck, the raised throat knot, to the large piece of skin on the chest...

I was infatuated until Jiang Tingchao leaned over, lowered his head, and stared at me with dark eyes.

His eyes had always been good-looking, but without any emotion, cold as jade stones.

I tried to avoid it, but he reached out and squeezed my chin and said, "Kiss me."

My scalp was tingling, and I stayed for a long time, and Jiang Tingchao waited for a long time.

In fact, I have kissed the side of Jiang Tingchao's face many times.

At that time, our relationship was not so awkward.

Jiang Tingchao, a junior high school student, wore a school uniform every night after self-study, and stepped on a field of moonlight to go home alone.

I would wait at the corner of the stairs, hear his footsteps, and run as fast as I could and plunge into his arms.

When he bent down and picked me up, I happily pressed against him and kissed him the side of his face.

Jiang Tingchao would often frown, push my face away with his fingertips, and ask, "What did you eat again today?" Then came the second sentence: "Come down, weigh like a pig."

The look of the teenager that day is still vividly remembered, and there was still popularity in him at that time. Unlike now, it is more and more like an emotionless devil.

Since I had agreed to a deal with the devil, I would not have to waste any more time.

So I put my hand on his waist, pushed him hard, and pressed him to the couch.

Jiang Tingchao seemed to be a little surprised, and looked at me with a slight tilt of his head.

I lowered half of my knees, took a deep breath, and after emptying my mind, I leaned down and obeyed the order to kiss him.

I once thought that none of the thousands of scenes of the first kiss were like this - intertwined with Jiang Tingchao's breathing, in a lover's relationship.

Lips touching each other, cold mechanical connections.

After touching me, I quickly withdrew my head and asked him maliciously, "Brother, are you satisfied?"

Calling out to his brother, purely to disgust him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Tingchao was visible to the naked eye, and then revealed a strange smile, a long hand extended, I don't know where he came from so much strength, I only felt a whirlwind of the sky, I was forced to change direction with his position.

I was so shocked that my body was pressed down on the couch by him, unable to move.

Jiang Tingchao grabbed my neck with one hand, but touched it from the top of my head with the other hand, along the ear to the cheek, and I remembered the way I used to see him sitting in the study, stroking the treasured white glazed porcelain.

Obviously, it is just an ordinary picture, but it inexplicably remains in my memory.

Now I am the vase.

Ignoring the sense of humiliation in my eyes, Jiang Tingchao's hand moved from cheek to my lips, and with a slight friction of his fingers, he leaned over.

I smelled the lingering rose scent of his clothes, and my whole body tensed up, and I shrank into the couch in defiance.

- The kiss has not fallen.

Tilting his head, when his eyes touched, he seemed to hear a muffled laugh in his throat.

My heart was loose, and I was about to laugh at it when he went back, but he continued to come together as if tasting a cake.

It was as if it were teasing her beloved pet, and if there was no touch, it was too late to feel anything, and then it was withdrawn.

"Don't hide." Jiang Tingchao pinched my chin, his voice was vague, but his movements were not affected in the slightest.

I remember one night, in my junior year of junior high school, I was lying on the couch in the living room watching a movie, and he was reading a magazine on the other side.

There was a strange sound in the video of the phone, and I was fascinated by it, and I didn't notice jiang Tingchao standing up and standing behind my sofa.

In the picture, a man and a woman are hugging each other.

Standing behind Jiang Tingchao stretched out his hand, his wide palm blocked my eyes, and his voice was cold, "Don't look."

Later, I hid in my room and finished watching the movie.

At this moment, the amazing heat paralyzed my brain, and in a dizzying hallucination, the faces of men and women in the video picture became me and Jiang Tingchao.

This picture was really unbearable for me, and I pushed Jiang Tingchao's face away with force, lying on the sofa and vomiting.

Jiang Tingchao's face, which was originally calm and relaxed, suddenly darkened visibly.

"If you regret it, go out and go back to your rental house." Jiang Tingchao said lightly.

"No... Together tonight." I grabbed his sleeve.

Is...... Just sell yourself.

In the bathroom, I stared at the misty mirror and revealed an ugly smile.

After washing up and walking out of the bathroom, Jiang Tingchao sat on the sofa in the living room and waited for me.

Enduring the discomfort in my heart, I held his face.

Jiang Tingchao's fingertips pushed my forehead away, "Go to the bedroom, I'll go take a shower."

I folded up my freshly messed up bathrobe and pushed open the bedroom door—it was a room that seemed to be decorated as a new house, with thick rose-colored curtains, gilded vanity mirrors, a row of delicate makeup lamps inlaid in the mirror that shone brightly and dazzlingly, cosmetics and ornaments on the crystal table, and the tasseled light-colored towels placed on the back of the chair with the names of Jiang Tingchao and me.

In the room, there is an antique bed, and the rose-colored gauze curtain hangs from the bed frame until it reaches the carpeted floor.

I collapsed on the soft bed, thinking aimlessly, if I didn't know, I thought Jiang Tingchao was going to marry a bride tonight.

Although when I was a child, when I thought Jiang Tingchao was the best-looking brother in the world, I did fantasize about marrying him when I grew up.

Thinking about it, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Until I felt Jiang Tingchao sitting on the edge of the bed, I realized that he had come in, but subconsciously did not want to open his eyes.

The rest of the matter happened naturally.

At night I had a dream, which was in the back garden of the Jiang Mansion when I was fourteen years old.

There was a huge jujube tree in the garden, and I climbed up the trunk to pick dates because of gluttony, and I had a hard time catching the dates, but because I was afraid of heights, I did not dare to go back the same way.

I had to cling tightly to the thick branches of the jujube tree, the old bark rubbing against my legs in shorts, the layers of the branches emitting a strangely scented heat.

I was hanging high in the air, and when I was afraid and afraid, the next second, I found that the trunk of the tree was all deformed, and wrapped me tightly, although it would not fall to the ground, but it could not break free in any way.

The thick branches slowly changed, but the bark of the tree revealed a human body, and there was a good-looking face of a teenager sleeping.

The human-faced monster of the tree imprisoned me tightly, and the branches on all sides were caged, and there was no escape from imprisoning me in the air.

Even in my dreams, I recognized the human face in the bark of the tree—Jiang Tingchao.

9

In this way, I began to live with Jiang Tingchao.

When I was still living in Jiang House, he was always very busy, and he would not come home once in the middle of the night for ten days.

But since living together, no matter how late, he will come back every day.

Perhaps sensing my inner resistance, he didn't touch me again, but he had to hold me to sleep every night.

Sometimes I get up in the middle of the night and always find him wrapped around me, wake up as soon as I push him away, and do something unbearable.

Over time, I got used to having such a person next to my pillow.

One night, at the end of the day, it was pouring rain in the air.

I was at the door of my private house, holding an umbrella and waiting for Jiang to hear the tide.

When the familiar black Maybach stopped at the door and Jiang Tingchao got out of the car, a young man with chestnut curly hair came down faster in the car behind him, and he stopped in front of Jiang Tingchao, as if arguing about something.

Jiang Tingchao ignored it and walked toward me with his legs open.

The curly-haired youth followed him and suddenly saw me in the doorway.

If the look could be concretized, the curly-haired youth's eyes at that time were like a dark room suddenly lit up with a light, bright and excited, as if something was stirring.

Indifferent on my face, I raised my umbrella, shrouded Jiang Tingchao under the umbrella, and returned to my private house.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next morning, I watched Jiang Tingchao's car head away in the direction of the company as usual, but stood at the door and did not return to the house.

As I expected, yesterday the young man stood up from behind the flower bed not far away and walked step by step in front of me.

The boy smiled at me, fresh as the most tender touch of green on the branches, which belonged to the youthful spirit of the undistracted, "Sister, are you Jiang Shao's lover?"

I nodded indifferently.

The boy rubbed his hands, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Sister, this year, being a lover is not a good profession."

"Yeah," I echoed, "what to do?"

"Why don't you mix with me?" The boy looked at me with bright and confident eyes, "I will become the best director in the future." You come to play my play, and I will let you be remembered in the history of the film."

"You're the director?" I glanced at him, suspecting that I had encountered a new type of deception, "Is that how you fooled Jiang Tingchao?"

"He didn't fit," the boy shook his head, "and he promised to invest in our film, but in the end he withdrew."

Oh, and it turned out to be a crew that was about to go out of business, and a hapless director who needed to personally pull investment and actors.

But I patiently replied, "It's useless for you to ask me to act, and I won't pay for my role as my financier."

"Investing can find a lot of people." The boy insisted, "But I have the heroine of a play, and you are indeed the only one."

I smiled, "Thank you brother, I can't act at all."

"Sister, I'm not a liar." The boy didn't give up, "The first time I saw you, I knew you could."

The boy told me that his name was Zhu Ye, a senior majoring in film and television directing, and a literary film director.

Several experimental short films of his release can be found online, and even a complete biography of himself.

The evaluation of those works is quite good, but the number of plays is really fluttering, and the number of people evaluating on a certain valve is only a few hundred.

I feel that the future of Zhu Ye, the director, seems to be even more precarious than the future of my canary.

But I still made friends with Zhu Ye, and it wasn't long before Zhu Ye sent me the script of the movie he had been working on recently.

According to his own account, this is the first feature-length film he has ever made, and it must have shocked four people.

I didn't say no, but I clicked on the script anyway.

The name of the script is "Little Lotus".

Xiaolian is the only daughter of a wealthy family, and at the age of 14, she met her distant cousin Xue Du, who came to join Xiaolian's parents.

Xiaolian's parents adopted Xue Du, and the two grew up together, secretly developing different feelings.

After Xiaolian's parents knew about it, they had fiercely opposed it, but they still could not stop their daughter's firm intentions.

In order to show their determination, Xiaolian and Xue Du became pregnant before marriage and gave birth to a baby boy, forcing Xiaolian's parents to agree to the marriage between the two.

After obtaining the first fortune with the help of his in-laws' family, Xue Du relied on his unique vision to make the business bigger and bigger, even far exceeding his parents-in-law's family.

At this point in the story, it is still a story of a counterattack by a son-in-law, but at this time, Xiaolian proposed a divorce to Xue Du.

Xue Du did not agree, in order to keep Xiaolian, began to inject drugs that caused mental weakness into her drinking water every day, causing Xiaolian's mental problems, and every day she was muddy.

At the same time, a manor was established in the suburbs, so that Xiaolian was isolated from the normal social society of the whole and could only rely on her husband in this manor forever.

Slowly, Xiaolian became weaker and weaker, and she was like a marionette, often sitting quietly in the room all day, just waiting for her husband's return.

By the time of her death, she had completely forgotten who she was, but she was still obsessively leaning against the doorpost of the manor, waiting for the sound of her husband's footsteps at the door.

Zhu Ye said, "Sister, you and Xiaolian have exactly the same look."

Such a painful look does not require any acting skills.

As long as you appear on the screen, any audience will believe that you are Xiaolian.

I sighed and replied to Zhu Ye, "I'm not sure if you can shock the four seats, but I'm sure it will still be a street fight at the box office."

10

I directly rejected Zhu Ye.

On Sunday, Jiang Tingchao was rarely absent. I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets alone in the house, originally just holding the idea of casually looking for them, but I really turned over a mess.

In the stacked boxes, an old-fashioned pocket watch rolled down from the inside.

I picked it up and opened it, and inside was a black-and-white photograph of the woman.

Her hair is like a cloud, and her eyes are full of emotion.

Eyebrows and Jiang Tingchao are surprisingly similar.

I looked at it for a moment and understood that this should be Jiang Tingchao's mother.

"Li Yinglian will not live long." When I was young, my mother always hugged me and sighed, "That woman is so pitiful, stop the snow."

Would the poor woman know she had a perverted son? I thought about it seriously, and then stuffed my pocket watch back into the box.

My heart suddenly froze.

Xue Du? Snow alone?

Little Lotus? Li Yinglian?

Is it a coincidence?

I walked out of the basement and re-turned over the script that Zhu Ye had sent me.

The first time I just read it cursorily, I probably browsed the storyline and didn't think about it.

Look again, but the heart sinks directly.

This script is written almost exactly the same as Jiang Du's life trajectory.

Although I don't fully understand jiang du's family history, I have vaguely heard that his parents died, and the first business funds came from his parents-in-law.

Looking at it again, I can already be sure that this is Jiang Du, who is written.

This is an ugly thing that is not known to Jiang Du, Zhu Ye actually dared to shoot it, dared to find Jiang Tingchao to invest, and even dared to find me to play the heroine.

Thinking of this, I was immediately very interested, no matter what, I could not miss this opportunity to step on the faces of Jiang Du and Jiang Tingchao.

I contacted Zhu Ye repeatedly and told him I wanted to try an audition. He sent me an address.

After playing, when I watched the replay on camera, I felt very novel.

Looking at your own face on the screen is strange and familiar, as if you have re-experienced another life.

In the same clip, Zhu Ye let me try it three times.

It was the scene where Xiaolian found out that Xue Du had cheated on her, and all the insistence she made for her husband had become a joke, silently weeping in the mirror, sitting quietly all night, and deciding to divorce.

The first time, I was still a little nervous, and Zhu Ye didn't say anything.

The second time, I immersed myself in the plot, imagining Xiaolian's mood, and slowly I actually entered the play, and the line was finally said, as if I saw the great sadness in Xiaolian's heart.

After the third performance, I saw the glint of excitement in Zhu Ye's eyes, and he asked, "How do you know that it was time to laugh?" How could you express her sadness with such a calm and restrained expression? Damn, are you really acting for the first time?"

Looking at the excited expression on Zhu Ye's face, I couldn't help but laugh out, "Maybe... I've been abandoned many times."

The words were a joke, but Zhu Ye narrowed his smile and looked at me seriously, "Stop the snow, although we don't like pain, but... For those of us who make art, suffering is indeed the soil for growth."

He played back the image he had taken, pointing at me inside, his eyes almost obsessed, "And you see, the camera naturally loves you." I don't know what you've done before and how much time you've wasted, but I want to advise you not to delay and waste your talents any longer."

He spoke very softly, but every word smashed into my heart lake, causing ripples in circles.

I looked down at my hand, which had always been judged to be white, incompetent, and unable to do anything.

But Zhu Ye said, you are very talented.

The sigh in his eyes was so obvious that I felt a slight sense of shame for my past wasted time.

11

After the performance, Zhu Ye took me to dinner with the rest of the staff on his team. When I returned to jiang's house after dinner, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and when I pushed open the door, the living room was dark, and when the light was turned on, I found that Jiang Tingchao was sitting on the sofa, looking dark like a ghost.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?" I was startled by him.

"You're happy." Jiang listened to the tide.

I touched my face, is it so obvious?

"Can he make you so happy?" Jiang Tingchao continued to ask.

I frowned, "You spy on my life?"

Jiang Tingchao sat on the sofa, motionless, as if he had been waiting in the dark for a long time.

I looked at him with inexplicable palpitations, and then said, "Jiang Tingchao, my mother did... I'm so sorry for your mom. I did this for her and apologized to your mother."

Of course...... This is only one reason, on the other hand, because Jiang Tingchao's appearance makes me a little alarmed.

I just had a meal with a friend, and he even had to worry about my extra smile, and his possessiveness was inevitably too strong.

Just because I can accept physical bargaining with him doesn't mean I can accept selling my whole soul to him.

"But brother, we're just sleeping in the same bed, do you have to manage this wide?" I asked with a frown.

After saying these words, Jiang Tingchao stood up straight and stood in front of me with his head bowed.

Looking at each other, I saw the thick gloom in his eyes.

"Zhu Ye asked you to play "Little Lotus"?"

I was about to nod my head when I suddenly remembered the plot in the script of "Little Lotus".

In order to control his wife, Xue Du ostensibly agreed to divorce, but in fact he secretly bribed Xiaolian's psychiatrist to hypnotize her spirit and induce her to believe that there was something wrong with her mental state.

At the same time, Xue Du sent Xiaolian to a suburban manor in the name of recuperation. Xiao Lian did not expect that this manor would imprison her for the rest of her life, until the end of her death, and she had not been able to take a step out of the manor. In the manor, Xue Du regarded Xiaolian as his pet and locked her in bed with special handcuffs and shackles. Not only did she strictly control her daily routine and daily reading list, but even mentally brainwashed her. If Xiaolian resisted slightly, she would be beaten and punished by her husband, and after a long period of imprisonment and living alone, Xiaolian suffered from severe amnesia, and her physical condition also plummeted, and eventually she died of illness."

If I remember correctly, at that time, Jiang Tingchao had reached an age that he could remember, and he watched his father treat his mother like this, and after that... Will you treat me this way too?

Thinking of this, I suddenly got goosebumps, but Jiang Tingchao suddenly lowered his head, "Stop the snow, if moving out can make you feel better, you can move." If acting in a movie can make you happy, no matter how much money is invested, my brother is willing to... As long as you are happy yourself, your brother will do anything."

I had the heart to speak sarcastically, but when I saw his face, I involuntarily swallowed what I was about to say.

Jiang Tingchao was wearing a white bathrobe tonight, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, the neckline was very loose, and most of the exposed skin was plated with glaze-like coldness by the overhead light.

I had reluctantly touched it not long ago, and of course I knew how it felt, but it was all between the lights out and the bed.

Jiang Tingchao's hair also seemed to have just been washed, and the look of the bangs hanging softly was inexplicably a bit of a shadow of his youth. The usual gloomy expression of the face is pasted with a gentle smile, the whole person is clear and clear, especially the eyes, actually with a bit of impressive affection.

It's like the brother I liked at first sight.

Jiang Tingchao smiled again, and this time the end of his eyes was slightly cocked, and he turned his head and landed a kiss on my forehead like a butterfly, and his tone was seductive, "Stop the snow... My brother just cares a little more because he loves you."

I was shocked for a moment, inexplicably thinking of the scene of standing in the cake shop and looking at the soft fluffy bread inside when I was hungry. They were so sweet and so seductive, but I could only look at them on my tiptoes.

For me, love is like those cakes that are always separated by transparent windows.

And today, Jiang Tingchao said he loved me.

I felt as if my whole body had been poured into a pool soaked in warm water, and for a moment my hands and feet had lost their sense of touch, and I could only look at him with wide eyes and stammer, "Huh?" What do you say..."

"If you don't hear me, forget it."

"You say you love me." I pulled on the strap of his bathrobe, maybe I was too excited, the already loose bathrobe completely scattered, I breathed a little, obviously the closer things have been done, but face to face staring at his naked body, but felt the heartbeat like a drum, hurriedly tied the straps for him, but the more I wanted to tie it, the more I wanted to tie it, the more I tied it.

Jiang Tingchao reached out, held my trembling hand, broke open my curled fingers, slowly and methodically fastened the straps of the bathrobe, and held my hand again.

Holding his palm in the palm of his hand, I suddenly had a wonderful feeling, as if I could feel the beating of his heart through the skin of his palm.

Looking at each other, I smiled triumphantly again, "You said you loved me!" Haha, I didn't expect that! Listen to the tide! You used to pretend to be quite energetic. Again, I'm going to record it. Ha aha, no, I want to send a group, this is really... I've heard one of the most interesting quotes this year."

Jiang Tingchao also showed a smile on his lips, but his eyes looked at me with scrutiny, "Don't you believe it?"

I laughed enough, so I narrowed my happy expression and looked surprised, "How come?" But since my brother said he loved me, I guess I can agree to whatever I say in the future, right?"

"Nature."

"I believe... Your love, but I still want to have my own independent home."

Jiang Tingchao smiled softly, "Go, grown up child... Can't wait to be independent."

When he finished, he lowered his eyelashes to cover all the emotions inside.

I stopped answering and crossed him into the bathroom.

After washing, I packed my bags and sent a message to Zhu Ye asking if he knew a friend who wanted to rent out the house.

Zhu Ye returned quickly, saying that there was an acquaintance who was just about to sublet.

I looked at the picture of the house, and I directly and decisively turned the deposit over and asked him when he could move in, and whether it would work tonight.

Zhu Ye was surprised, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

I was about to reply, Jiang Tingchao slowly spoke, "So late, it will trouble others, tomorrow morning I will drive you." Or is it... You don't even want to stay with me tonight?"

He leaned against the head of the bed, looking a little resentful.

I quickly put down my phone and laughed disguisedly, "How come?"

I turned my head, took the milk on the table, handed it to him, and said, "I just made a special cup of milk for you, and I see that you haven't had a good rest in the past few days, and it is said that you can sleep peacefully after drinking hot milk."

After a pause, I continued, "Brother, you said you loved me today, which really made me very... Touched, for so many years, I have indeed been longing for love and care, just... I still can't accept it for a while, can you wait for me again?"

Jiang Tingchao stared into my eyes quietly, and after a moment revealed a smile, "You feed me."

I listen.

Jiang listened to the tide and was still not satisfied, and pulled open my collar.

Halfway through, he made a move, and after a moment his eyes were scattered and he fell down lightly.

I packed my clothes, got up and sat down in a chair next to the bed, condescending to look at the unconscious Jiang Tingchao.

Sleeping pills are a few days ago to contact the past fox friends to buy at a high price, according to dog friends said that the effect is very good, the average person does not wake up for more than ten hours.

If it hadn't been for tonight's suddenness, I wouldn't have used this good thing

I picked up Jiang Tingchao's clothes, picked up the mobile phone and snapped a dozen of his nudes, and at the end of the day, I deliberately selected one and sent it to his WeChat, leaving a message: If you don't want your naked body to fly all over the media, you will obediently cooperate with me later.

There was a rope under the bed, and I took it out, tied Jiang Tingchao's limbs to the pillars in the corners of the bed, tied them into knots, and couldn't help but take a few pictures.

I couldn't help but smile as I watched, and I was sure that When Jiang Tingchao woke up, he would definitely want to kill me.

But the feeling that holding his handle threatened him was wonderful, even more wonderful than when I heard him say he loved me tonight.

Zhu Ye said that I am a natural actor, and he really should have seen Jiang Tingchao's performance tonight--he said it so sincerely and sincerely, pretending to be so young and pregnant.

If I hadn't touched the handcuffs in his bathrobe, I would have almost believed it.

Jiang Tingchao said that he would let me go free, but whether it was the handcuffs in his pocket or the rope under the bed, he clearly showed the truest desire in his heart.

Picking up my luggage, I closed the door of the Jiang Mansion and left without turning my head.

Naturally, I didn't see it, and in the bedroom with the heavy door behind me, Jiang Tingchao had already opened his eyes.

12

I moved into a new house overnight.

The house introduced by Zhu Ye is not large, but it is very clean, simple two bedrooms and one living room, and almost does not need any cleaning.

Before going to bed, I lay on the unfamiliar bed, staring at the ceiling, but I couldn't help but think of Jiang Tingchao in my mind.

He said he loved me.

Although I wanted to firmly tell myself to deny his words, at the same time there was a little luck, as if a little demon was asking himself inwardly—

Are you sure? Will he, indeed, love me? Why else would he have tried his best to keep me by his side?

I have known Jiang Tingchao for more than twenty years, and I have never seen any woman close to him, let alone who he loves, so bluntly.

But I know very well that Jiang Tingchao's kind of person, looking at Jin Yuqi, is actually not a person who can be easily trusted, even if he has lived as his sister for more than ten years, I don't know how many faces he has. I really believed his lies, and the result could only be calculated by him.

Even so convincing myself, I still had some insomnia.

I once read a report that when a person repeatedly and long-term use of an addictive substance, if suddenly discontinued, there will suddenly be different degrees of withdrawal reactions.

I tried to convince myself that the anxiety and headaches inside me were only because of a shift in circumstances, not because I was used to sharing a bed with a person.

Tossing and turning until the middle of the night, I finally fell into a deep sleep.

In the midst of half-dreaming and half-waking, I suddenly felt a sense of suffocation, which I had felt countless times in Jiang Tingchao's private house.

A pair of hands embraced me in the darkness, and my knees stuck between my legs, firmly imprisoning my whole body. I writhed uncomfortably, trying to break free of the restraints on my body, but my whole body was paralyzed.

The eyelids are so heavy, I want to open them, but it is like being stuck by glue, and my whole body seems to have lost strength.

I felt those cold hands caress my face, stuck in the middle of my neck, rubbing lightly, as if looking for a perfect angle to get off.

It was supposed to be a dangerous moment of nearing death, but I was so sleepy that I even took the initiative to rub my face against those cold palms.

The palm of the hand moved silently away, gradually moving down.

"Brother..." I frowned subconsciously.

The next morning, when I woke up from bed, I only felt a headache.

I actually had such a dream.

Will Jiang Tingchao be deceived? Why do you haunt me in my dreams?

I stared at myself in the mirror with a tired face, brushing my teeth and thinking that when everything was calm, maybe I should live a normal life.

Like every normal woman, have a simple and pure love affair with a boy of the same age.

13

Zhu Ye found me a teacher who taught acting, also surnamed Jiang, with a single name and a Ting character.

Teacher Jiang Ting's appearance is not unusual, but when teaching acting, he can firmly grasp the viewer's attention.

Even if it is only to teach me such a nameless person, no matter what the demonstration is, the obvious movements are restrained and stoic, but it seems that people feel that there is endless pain and madness immersed in her eyes.

Every performance seems to be the ultimate act of burning one's own life.

I was so infected by her spirit that I just concentrated on studying with her all day, and when I went back at night, I memorized the script in my room, discussing the storyline and the emotions of the characters with Zhu Ye from time to time.

When Zhu Ye got along in life, he was still a kind boy next door, but once he sat behind the surveillance camera, he was completely like a different person.

The actor who played Xue Du also seems to be a newcomer, and the people in the crew said that he was a classmate of ZhuYe University, and his face was indeed upright and handsome, but he did not know whether the state was not adjusted or other reasons, he was scolded by Zhu Ye several times, and finally even "Even the newcomers who have not studied movies are better than each other, you might as well quit school and go home to farm" The words were spoken.

I was quite numb to Zhu Ye's unique love.

From my point of view, I don't feel that I have any performance praise.

But everyone in the crew said that I have the same character temperament as Xiaolian. I asked them, what exactly is this character temperament?

Only the makeup artist Yang Yang patted his head and replied that it was a kind of... Attract perverted temperament.

I was speechless for a moment, and finally replied, "Doesn't this just turn around and say that I am weak?"

"No, it's not." Yang Yang thought for a moment and replied seriously, "Stop the snow, I have put on makeup for so many stars, although your face is not the most beautiful type, but it is very attractive." I feel like there's a kind of temperament in you... The feeling of lack, especially the look in the eyes, seems to have a feeling that people who have nothing want to grasp everything."

I shook my head, "The more I talk about it, the more mysterious it is, if I act in a movie, I will definitely find you."

The sheep smiled, revealing a pear swirl on both cheeks.

She whispered that Zhu Ye's films are basically unrelated to fire, and if I want to be famous, she can introduce me to some other resources.

Curious to learn about the circle, I attended what she called an extended networking evening dinner after the shooting of the day was completed.

The location is a private room in a bar. A dozen young and beautiful girls sat together, you stared at me and I stared at you, the so-called big guy in the circle until half an hour later.

I regretted wasting my time here, thinking about what excuse to use to leave, but the late male star waved to me and signaled me to sit down.

I proposed that there were cats in the house to feed and that I had to leave early. The male star's face sank, he poured a glass of wine, stuffed it into my hand, and said that he would destroy everyone's Yaxing and punish himself with a cup first.

How many times have I attended a banquet much more grand than this since I was a child, and when I was forced to drink by such a stranger, I immediately wanted to sprinkle the wine on his face.

The sheep pulled my sleeve at my side and whispered, "The producer is sitting next to him.

I stood where I was, remembering Zhu Ye, who was not thinking about tea and dinner during this time, and concentrating on the shooting, and thinking of the whole crew who worked hard for the movie day and night, so I took a glass and drank it all.

The male star was not satisfied, and poured another glass of liquor, "For the sake of a cat, I actually want to leave everyone behind, this is not the way a smart girl does, another fine."

Surrounded by the sound of yinghe, I stood where I was, and suddenly realized that tonight, I was the prey chosen for this dinner.

Don't think too much, this wine must have added ingredients, I just drank a cup is already the limit, and then stay, wait for the drug in the wine to recur, may not be sure what happened.

At this time, who can I expect to save me?

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a waiter stood in the doorway and asked, "Who is Jiang Shuxue?"

I nodded in full view.

"Your brother is looking for you, he said it's ten o'clock, why don't you go home?" The waiter spoke one by one.

The male star sneered, "What, think she's a seven-year-old?"

The waiter stepped forward and handed the male star a business card, "This is what Mr. Jiang gave you, he said that Ling Sister disturbed everyone, and apologized for giving a thin gift another day."

The male star's originally arrogant face instantly turned red after seeing the business card, and he immediately got up to send me away, as if sending a plague.

When parting, he rubbed his hands and made excuses, "Tonight I drank too much, Miss Jiang will act as if nothing happened."

I was standing in front of the hotel, and before I could figure out where I should go, a black Maybach slowly stopped in front of me.

The car window was lowered, and Jiang Tingchao looked slightly tired and spoke in a calm tone, "Let's talk, stop the snow."

14

Because I did something bad a few days ago, and then looked at Jiang Tingchao for the first time, my subconscious reaction was to run, but thinking of the pile of photos in my mobile phone, the schadenfreude in my heart still overwhelmed the fear.

I leaned down and propped myself against the glass window, enduring the restlessness of alcohol, and raised an eyebrow at him.

Jiang Tingchao, dressed in a custom-made black suit, sat in the car, and tilted his head slightly, looking at me intently.

Obviously, it was a simple action, but I was poked in the heart of some kind of weird cute spot.

Having known him for so long, I rarely have such a bird's-eye view of him.

No wonder it is said that playboys like to flirt with beautiful people - looking down at the face of Jiang Tingchao who can't see any emotion as always, somehow, the disgust of the past dissipated a lot, but he can appreciate him as a person, especially... His face.

Jiang Tingchao is really long, especially a pair of eyes.

A pair of peach blossom eyes that resemble the birth mother, the eye shape is freehand and beautiful, but it is extremely cold, ordinary people and him look at each other, not to mention the tender affection, only afraid of being shocked to doubt themselves, whether they have done anything wrong, and where unfortunately offended him.

The color is also beautiful, the white place is better than the first snow, the dark place is like cold jade, the black and white are clear, and the depth is sharp as if it can pierce people's hearts.

Originally an awe-inspiring and inviolable face, but because of the slight reddish color on the eyelids and the corners of the eyes, it seduces people with a few thoughts.

It was as if the idol had lost its paint, revealing a small opening that made people involuntarily want to peel off the outer layer of skin.

And after holding out for so long, the emptiness and impatience in my body that had been screaming wildly was almost irrepressible.

Under the action of the drug, the original prepared rhetoric suddenly disappeared, but recalled many times before sleeping in the night.

There is no doubt that at this moment, an antidote was automatically delivered to the door.

The antidote's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, revealing an indescribable smile—in any case, this laugh had nothing to do with the good family who was forced into prostitution.

But I dutifully played a bully, "Let's make a price... Well, I have all that money, you certainly can't see. But I have a lot of handles on my hands."

At the end, I couldn't help but giggle like a villain.

"Come on." Jiang listened to chao and said lightly, "Wherever you want to go, it is up to you."

The last three words, the bite word is inexplicably ambiguous, but there is still no expression on the face.

Luxury cars and beauties are in front of me, and I will not refuse to be blinded by lard.

After the car left the city, it went straight for only ten minutes, and then came to the Huanjiang Avenue at the intersection where the accident occurred.

"Why did you fall in the first place?" Jiang Tingchao suddenly asked.

"Didn't you say that... It's a problem with the brakes." I answered him.

The car followed the path, drove near the river, and stopped in a meadow with a hazy moon shadow.

Jiang Tingchao sat quietly beside me, his eyes looking at me silently, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the night, only the thin and angular jaw could be faintly seen.

By this time I had forgotten who he was and treated him only as a plate of delicious food.

Not to mention the shame of this kind of thing, I seem to have never had in front of Jiang Tingchao.

Taking the initiative to kiss his cold lips, I wondered why Jiang Tingchao would come to me so coincidentally?

The doubt flashed by, and then Jiang Tingchao bit the corner of his lip, as if he was dissatisfied with my momentary wandering.

……

When I woke up with a sore back, I was in my own newly rented house.

Thinking about the situation at that time, my brain shut down for a moment, and finally I could only come up with an indescribable sentence: he could actually do this...

I wish there was any way to wash away the whole memory of last night in the car. I thought expressionlessly.

The second picture is that after the end, Jiang Tingchao pinched my chin and stubbornly but firmly repeated over and over again, "Say you like me."

And I pretended not to hear, twisted my head to the other side and pretended to sleep.

Needless to say, I felt that his expression at that time was actually a little sad.

The third picture is the picture of him carrying me on his back after getting out of the car and walking up the stairs of the old residential area step by step.

He was full of energy and carried me upstairs, and his steps were not half difficult.

And I put my arms around his neck, not only did I not cooperate, but I also tried to pull over the side of his face and let him see the moonlight pouring down the corridor window.

Looking back now, my brother's shoulders were always covered with a faint layer of silver frost with yellow light by the moonlight.

As in those days, countless nights I slept on his shoulders.

No suspicion, no heartbreak, no cold deals.

I turned my head stiffly, and Jiang Tingchao was lying on one side, quietly asleep.

Maybe it was the movement when I got up that woke him up, and soon Jiang Tingchao also opened his eyes.

He reached over, lifted the quilt, and fished me into his arms.

"Does it hurt?" Perhaps just getting up, Jiang Tingchao's tone was hoarse and affectionate.

He lowered his head lazily, as if he wanted to kiss me again.

I pushed him away, "I want to work, I want to work."

"Will I drive you to the crew later?" Jiang Tingchao said in an inexplicably soft tone, "I will be very low-key."

I lifted the quilt and asked, "Jiang Tingchao, are you spying on me and locating me?"

Jiang Tingchao paused subtly for a moment, raised his eyes to look at me, and did not answer.

I said expressionlessly, "Brother, if you want someone to love yourself, then you should show her your truest self." You have to make it clear to her that you want to be with her because you love her. If you don't know... What is love, then I tell you, love, is the honesty, trust, and most importantly respect of two people. I am not Xiaolian, and if someone were to imprison me, I would not hesitate to leave this person, both physically and mentally, even at the cost of death. If you really want me to like you, you have to be honest and sincere. And if you can't do it, don't bother me."

15

Jiang Tingchao half-leaned on the bed, half silent, and responded, "Stop the snow... I also have a lot of involuntary self-help. Some masks have been worn for so long that they have forgotten what they were. But...... As long as you stay with me, whether it's money or power, I can give it to you."

It's chicken and duck.

I got dressed, left only the words "Leave when you're done washing, don't lie in my room", and then I threw the door away.

Last night, when he stubbornly asked me over and over again to say that I liked him, I actually had a moment of fall.

No, perhaps, from the first moment I saw him at Jiang Zhao, I was moved.

In my long teenage years, I compared every man I met with Jiang Tingchao.

He gradually became a reference for all the men I met, so so many years... I've never been in a relationship.

But I understand that Jiang Tingchao does not really love me. He just wanted me to be a pet in captivity in his private house, forever for him.

As for whether it was a sister or a lover' relationship, he didn't care.

So he said he couldn't be his sister, so he became his woman.

He just needs me to stay with him forever.

From Jiang Du, I completely understood that the consequences of being abandoned after being raised and then abandoned were no different from death.

I don't know when Jiang Tingchao began to have such deformed feelings for me. But my trust and dependence on him disappeared as early as the day he was left in the amusement park at the age of seven.

I used to mourn for being abandoned, and spent countless nights hurting myself in my heart, wondering why they were so determined.

But now, I am no longer afraid, and I only regret that I have wasted countless tears in the middle of the night.

I used to cling to what they did, and it didn't do anything but make my own heart more and more fragile.

When left behind, as an outcast, there is only one thing to do - walk forward with your legs.

Never look back.

16

The movie is over.

At the end of the night, Zhu Ye called out to me and said that he had made an appointment with the script writer for dinner.

The script writer is called Qin Youjue, a retired veteran criminal policeman.

At dinner, Zhu Ye and Qin and Jue were discussing the news, and I was absent-minded, putting down my rice bowl and couldn't help asking, "Uncle Qin, why did you write this script?"

Qin Youjue said, "Because of a look."

"What do you mean?"

Qin Youjue put down his cigarette and said quietly, "Listening to Zhu Ye, you were originally Jiang Tingchao's sister, then I think you have seen... Who is the prototype of this story?"

Suddenly being named jiang tingchao, I couldn't help but be shocked and listened carefully to Qin Youjue's words.

"Twenty-one years ago, I met the grand duke of the Jiang clique, who was also your former brother, Jiang Tingchao. He was Xiaolian's son, and the first time I met him, he was just a boy who had just lost his mother.

"When another policeman on duty and I stepped into the Jiang family's private house, I almost thought that I had entered an ancient tomb that did not see the light of day, all the furniture in it was covered with a thick layer of ash, there was no TV, no Internet, no telephone, except for a corpse that had been dead for several days, he was the only one.

"At that time, Xue Du, that is, Jiang Du, sent his son to Jiang Mansion and disappeared for more than a month. For more than a month, Li Yinglian and her son were locked up in this huge manor. What is even more unfortunate is that there was originally a kitchen lady who was responsible for their diet, but the kitchen lady took advantage of the fact that no one was at home, rolled up all the valuables in the Jiang Mansion, and fled, and before leaving, she also locked the door of the Jiang Mansion."

"So, didn't Xiao Lian die of illness but was starved to death?"

Qin Youjue nodded, "Yes... At that time, the status quo of the manor was like hell."

"How did Jiang Tingchao survive?"

"Because the cook was found a few days later, there was only one body left, it seems that lu cai was robbed by street thugs."

"We investigated the kitchen lady's origins and found that she had recently worked as a servant at the Jiang Mansion, so we stepped into the Jiang Mansion and prepared to contact her employer. At first, no one answered the knock, and as we were about to leave, we noticed a small child standing behind the floor-to-ceiling window overhead, leaning against the window, seemingly looking at us.

"No matter how we shouted, the child stood motionless at the window, like a lifeless doll. My partner was very insistent, and he contacted a teacher who was good at unlocking and pried open the door of jiang house.

"Initially, we were shocked beyond words by the corpse of Xiaolian at the door... She had been dead for a long time, but her posture was half-kneeling, as if she were waiting for someone... My partner reacted quickly, scolded, and dragged me up to the second floor.

"We thought he was dead too... Just like his own mother, he maintained the posture of leaning against the window before he was born, and later found that he was just hungry.

"The perpetrator of all this became a dead body and could not say anything. The city coincided with a crucial meeting, and the case was quickly closed.

"The boy woke up after a few days of losing salt water in his hospital bed, and when he learned the outcome of the case, he didn't say a word. At first, we thought he was suffering from psychological shadows because of what had happened these days.

Until Jiang Du finally appeared, crying and holding his son on the hospital bed, the boy's eyes were still as silent as dead ash. I've never seen a child so cold-blooded... Whether facing a dead mother or a grieving father, he never showed any emotion.

"But before you leave... He looked at us, and I can't describe that look, but now, more than twenty years later, I still remember that look."

Qin Youjue sighed deeply, and there seemed to be shame on his face.

"What kind of eyes?" I couldn't resist asking.

Qin and Jue seemed to be back to that day more than twenty years ago, the sky was dark and rainy.

Before getting into his father's car, the overly emaciated boy suddenly turned his head and looked at the strange police uncles standing behind him with concerned faces.

Through the rain curtain, the boy's eyes were both the clarity of a child of this age and an indescribable despair.

And another emotion that bothered Qin and Jue even more than that despair, so that he had not let go for more than twenty years, was...

"Disappointed." Qin Youjue shook his head, "I can never forget that child's disappointed look." I always feel that maybe we really have some undiscovered truths... So after retiring, I restarted the investigation of the case and wrote this novel.

"Jiang Du controlled his wife for so many years, although there is no legal evidence to convict him, but deep down, I hope that he will not die well."

"As for Jiang Tingchao, for so many years, I have actually been paying attention to him. It's a bit cold-blooded, but I do want to know what kind of person he will become after all this.

"Psychologically speaking, 11 to 12 years old is a critical period in the process of human growth, and what happens during this time will leave a deep mark on a long life." 」

"I'd love to know, will he be affected by his childhood and become an antisocial personality?" And what kind of revenge will he have against society?" Qin Youjue sighed deeply, "I look at him like I'm looking at a time bomb that will sound sooner or later."

17

In a heavy atmosphere, dinner was quickly over.

On the way back to the dormitory, I suddenly remembered the night I listened to the tide with Jiang.

The thought of him stubbornly grabbing my hand in the car, repeating "say you like me" over and over again without getting a response.

The image of the gloomy and paranoid youth overlapped with the child in Uncle Qin's mouth who looked back in the rain and looked disappointed.

I wondered: Are you so vulnerable too? Jiang listens to the tide.

Anyway, I just thought to myself, it's all about me.

But somehow, many late nights, I have a dream.

In my dreams, I met the young Jiang Tingchao countless times, standing at the entrance of the manor, quietly staring at me, and there seemed to be a lot of emotion in his eyes, and the look seemed to say: "Stop the snow, save me."

Late one night, I woke up from a dream.

The phone kept ringing, and the other person said that he was a lawyer for the Jiang Group. At five o'clock in the morning today, Jiang Du and Jiang Tingchao had a car accident on their way home, and now, the two are in the hospital for rescue.

I woke up from my dream in an instant, got in the car, and rushed to the downtown hospital as fast as I could.

Jiang Du was rescuing him in the ICU, and Jiang Tingchao was not much better, he was lying on an emergency hospital bed, his face and forehead were all bloody.

I suspected that all this was still a nightmare, shaking my hands, trying to touch him and not daring.

Jiang Tingchao half-opened his eyes and asked weakly, "Is it to stop the snow?" Don't cry..."

"I didn't cry." I choked.

"I'm probably going to die." Jiang Tingchao actually showed a smile, "Will you be happy?" Actually I always knew you hated me. Your birthday that day... Actually, I didn't go, and if you look up, you can see that I've been looking at you at the window of the eighth floor of the house behind the amusement park."

My heart was pounding and I looked at him in disbelief.

"At that time, you regarded me as a brother who could be worshipped and relied upon, clinging to me all day. I want to scare you and keep you away from me." An abnormal flush appeared on Jiang Tingchao's pale face, "But from that day on, as soon as I closed my eyes, I would remember the picture of you sitting alone in the flower bed waiting for me."

"After all these years, I actually regretted that I shouldn't have treated the only child in the world who would really wait for me to come back." 」

After a pause, Jiang Tingchao turned his head, and a red blood flowed from his forehead, "Stop the snow, if I learn to be honest with you, you... Can you forgive your brother?"

I tried to nod.

"I seem to see you as a child again." Jiang Tingchao became more and more confused, "Obviously I left you in the playground, in the middle of the night, when Dad was not at home... I started a high fever and you look like that too... Frightened, his face turned pale.

"Obviously you can ignore me, it's just a fever, you can't die." But you carried me on your back and kept staggering to take me to the nearest clinic, and it was so snowy outside, it was so cold, I thought I was going to die.

"You kept crying, and the tears were wetting my clothes and putting your face on my neck... That feeling was really warm, it was my life... I have felt the warmest touch, and people don't want to let go..."

"Stop the snow and hug me again." After speaking, Jiang Tingchao slowly closed his eyes as if he had exhausted all his strength.

18

The police came to the hospital to investigate my confession, but found that I knew nothing.

Because there were only two of them in the car and no video recordings left, the police finally combined the evidence to deduce that the cause of the car accident was Jiang Du's drunk driving, and he did not see the road clearly, resulting in crashing into the truck stopped along the way.

Jiang Du died on the same day, but Jiang Tingchao fell into a coma.

Doctors say it's possible he won't be able to wake up all the time, that is, to become a vegetative person.

I couldn't accept this result and still insisted on going to the hospital every day to see him.

In the coat that Jiang Tingchao had changed, I found a familiar key with a rabbit pendant on it.

I remember this key, which was locked in a bungalow at 77 Long Street in Willow Town, and it looked very unremarkable.

That's where our mother lived before she married Jiang Du.

I arrived there at dusk, and when I pushed open the door, I saw the sunset over the room.

Even if you don't live for a long time, the inside is very neat and tidy, even warm.

I thought there would be nothing inside, but the moment the door opened, I saw a dense collection of pictures inside.

The protagonist of the photo, all of them are me.

Marked by year, neatly arranged on the walls

From the time I was born, until I graduated from college, and even had tidbits on the set when I was shooting "Little Lotus". Many of the photographs I have never seen before have been carefully preserved by the people who took them. When I was happy, when I was seventeen, when I was asleep, when I was covered in cream... Countless fragments of time are preserved in a small room, as if freezing me in countless times and spaces.

Under the wall of the photograph is a dark blue bed, and on the left side of the quilt, there is a pit left by the long lying.

The dress that was casually placed on the right side of the bed was often worn by Jiang Tingchao.

I crawled to the right side of the bed, and lay down with my clothes down, feeling something hard hidden behind my head, pulling open the quilt and seeing a glass bottle.

The glass bottle is small, plugged with a cork stopper, and inside it is a lot of colorful colored paper folded hearts.

I poured them on the bed and took one apart at random to look at.

"I want to go back to Willow, where no one looks down on me."

The handwriting is childish and crooked.

this...... Seems to be the mood of my childhood notepad.

Once, I stored all my thoughts in it, but unfortunately, as I got older, the bottle disappeared inexplicably.

"Today I finally saw my father and brother, and my mother asked me to call them, I didn't dare." Before going to bed at night, my brother gave me a carton of milk from the fridge. It was so fun, but I pulled my stomach for a long time after drinking it."

"The woman in the third class is so annoying that she actually spread rumors that I like Xu Qingshu - funny, that shoehorn face is so good that she can see it, and he can't even compare to Jiang Tingchao's finger."

"The results came out, Jiang Du slapped me twice, if only my mother was there."

"Mom, I miss you so much."

"I hate my brother."

"Tomorrow is my birthday, my brother said to take me to the amusement park to play, I asked him what is in the amusement park, he did not answer, and poked me in the head and said, is it filled with 100,000 whys." 」

"Today, my brother and I said the first thing, and he said that if you play like this, you will cry. I think my brother is so good! The piano teacher's face was as black as his mother's charred egg."

The bed was scattered with colorful colored paper, one after another, falling slowly from the bed like butterflies.

They recorded everything that happened to me growing up, and they recorded all the joys and sorrows that the person who caused me.

I took apart another one, and the handwriting was completely different from my own, with a thousand strokes of penmanship, and I knew at a glance that it was Jiang Tingchao's words.

"Stop the snow, don't hate me."

"You promised first that you would be with me forever."

"You say the world is dark, like a cocoon where caterpillars live. I didn't tell you, but as long as you are there, I feel that the world is warm and kind enough for me."

"I'm lucky that God brought you to me."

"Actually, I never thought of you as my sister."

I let go of my hand and let the note fall through the air.

I remember.

For a long time after my mother's death, I felt like a caterpillar living alone in a long, dark cocoon. It's sunny outside, but the sun has nothing to do with caterpillars, it's the sole right of flowers and plants and other animals.

When I told Jiang about the tide, he told me that the caterpillar would eventually bite through the egg shell and become a beautiful butterfly, bathing in the sun among the flowers.

"But what if there are caterpillars that can't change butterflies?"

"Then don't change the butterflies," the same young Jiang Tingchao lay in the grass, large white clouds grew out from behind him, countless soft green grass was squashed by him, he covered his eyes and asked, "Is your cocoon big enough?"

I was wearing a yellow bow straw hat, and my face was red from the sun, but I still didn't forget to nod my head vigorously.

"Can you let your brother in?" Xiao Jiang turned his face to listen to the tide, and a pair of eyes in the shadows smiled and looked at me, "So that we are all in the dark cocoon, we are two caterpillars that can't see the sun."

The sun is soft and the heliocentric is orange-yellow.

The world is as beautiful as a crayon painting painted in elementary school, the white clouds are large and large, the blue sky is also a large area, and the wind blows the long grass to bend over, hiding two children hiding inside.

I lowered my head, held Jiang Tingchao's face and kissed it violently, making a loud sound.

"That's it, brother."

19

I lay on the edge of the bed, thinking about the countless nights, Jiang Tingchao stayed alone in this room, looking at me full of walls, what he would think.

Bereaved at an early age, the real murderer may be his own biological father, but he can not show anything, and in his own dangerous situation has never been known, how did he survive until now?

When I first entered Jiangyuan, when I was five years old, I always pestered Jiang Tingchao and slept with him, he was impatient on the surface, but in fact he never refused, and forced me to drink milk early every day, and go to bed after washing.

In the turbulent dark world of losing our mothers, he and I were like two caterpillars in a cocoon, only to hug each other, comfort each other, and spend countless dangerous late nights together.

At the time, I saw him as the only source of security.

In fact, perhaps such companionship is inherently mutual. Jiang Tingchao may be more dependent and needive of me than he appears.

I should laugh at him.

But I can't find him anymore.

Is he angry?

Will he never come back?

I don't know, but I don't think I'll ever be able to erase his marks in my life again in this life.

I climbed to the right side of the bed and lay down with my clothes, clutching Jiang Tingchao's clothes tightly in my hands, wrapped around each other, and buried my face deep into my clothes.

It was getting dark and the sunset was calm and melancholy.

20

Since zhu ye's "Little Lotus" was released and won a small award at a foreign film festival, I have become a well-known actor.

There was a variety show that invited me to record an event, and the address was in the downtown amusement park. After the recording was completed, the program staff left.

I didn't want to go back to my cold home and wander around alone.

The vendors in front of the hot dog stalls turn the machine, the hot dogs with cheese emit a rich fragrance, colorful balloons fly in the air, the carousel on the side of the road emits a brilliant light, and the colorful wood carved horses go up to the music... The atmosphere throughout the amusement park is extremely joyful.

I stood in it, reminiscing about the last time I went to the playground with Jiang Tingchao.

People's memories always seem to be modified to the place where they want it to be in the depths of their hearts.

When I was in the park that year, I was out of my mind because I was staring at the hot dog on the stall, and when I got up again, I couldn't see any trace of Jiang Tingchao.

I was running around the park, desperate to find him.

So the whole playground world began to spin, and as I squeezed into the crowd and tiptoed around, I suddenly felt myself being pulled out of it by a hand and then falling into a tender embrace.

Young Jiang Tingchao's always calm face was with undisguised worry and anger, as if he wanted to get angry, but he held back and shoved the hot dog intestine he was holding in his hand into my mouth.

The playground was crowded with people, squeezing the little me and Jiang Tingchao into a ball.

That day, because he had to take care of me, he didn't play hard. But when I was in the garden, Jiang Tingchao had countless opportunities, but he never let go of my hand.

When I think of him, I feel a little lost.

Between the lights and shadows, I seemed to see Jiang Tingchao again.

I followed the figure involuntarily, blinking but not seeing anyone. When he was doubting himself, he suddenly turned his head back and looked in the direction of the entrance to the amusement park.

The entire amusement park is full of lights, and the colorful neon lights of the shops and the flower lights on the street trees are intertwined, which makes people dizzy.

A man stood fixedly in the doorway.

Behind him were the curtains of the restaurant's Japanese-style restaurants and the dim lights, which wrapped his whole body in perfect harmony, and although he could not see his face clearly, the shadow was also blurry and warm.

No matter how many years have passed, he is still the person I can recognize with only one shadow, and the person I most want to meet.

Suddenly facing his gaze, I couldn't help but trance, and tears blurred against his face.

"Jiang Listening to the Tide?"

"Why are you crying again?" He was a little pale, but still looked at me and smiled.

"Is it really you?" Isn't it a ghost?" I stuttered and asked.

"I woke up half a month ago, to recover, but also to give you a surprise, I didn't let the doctor tell you." Jiang listened to the tide.

"I feel like I'm still dreaming." As I spoke, I couldn't help but bite my fingers until I felt real pain.

Jiang Tingchao sighed, curled his fingers to dry the tear marks on my face, and then lowered his head, his wide fingers pinching my jaw.

Dense kisses landed on my lips, with all the intense emotions that an undisguised person could have.

I looked up in response to him.

The familiar sensations poured out of my body, and I was finally sure that it wasn't a dream, that he was a real flesh and blood body, someone I had grown up with for nearly 20 years of my life.

It is also the greatest kindness that this huge dark cocoon of the world has given me.

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Cemetery.

In the gentle drizzle, the young man stood upright in front of Jiang Du's tombstone with a transparent umbrella.

Behind him, Qin and Jueshen, who had gray hair, were emotionally hurt, and their backs were faintly a little awkward.

"Jiang Du is a man who values his life more than anything else." Qin Youjue's voice was vicissitudes, "How could a person like him do something drunk driving?"

The man looked down, "He can even do something illegal, what's so strange about drunk driving?"

"I know, you always remember." Qin Youjue sighed, "I have thought that if I would be like you, I would not forget this hatred for many years." Even if you destroy yourself, you must fight back against your enemies... But he's your father after all!"

After speaking bitterly, the old man finally asked the question in his heart that he already knew the answer: "Jiang Du's death... It's you, right?"

The man didn't deny it, just shook his head, "It's late."

He looked at the gray sky and moved the umbrella on Qin Youjue's head, "Listen to Shu Xue, you think I am a bomb that will explode at any time."

Qin Youjue raised his head and looked shyly at the child in front of him who had worried him for more than ten years--the child who had been disappointed in his eyes had grown into a powerful adult, and there was no longer any intention of asking for help in his eyes, but it was pitch black, and he was so gloomy that he could not see any emotions.

The more Qin and Jue looked at him, the more frightened they became, and he did not hide it, but directly nodded.

The man smiled, and this smile made his gloomy temperament dissipate a lot, "You don't have to pay attention to me anymore."

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Shuxue standing outside the cemetery, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips, "She will always sit quietly with me, how can I be willing to blow up such a moment?"

After speaking, he shoved the umbrella into Qin Youjue's hand, walked out of the cemetery, and returned to his girl.

The waiting girl took his hand, and the two men walked slowly in the rain toward the road ahead.

Gradually, two silhouettes, one large and one small, clinging to each other, melted into the gray rain curtain.

- Ends -

Author/Poison Thoughts