Chapter 25: Light is hard to figure out

Chapter 25: Light is hard to figure out

Tan Sheng was awakened by the heat.

She glanced at her clothes from the night before and felt a...not-so-refreshing stickiness emanating from her body.

Cui Jing was sleeping not far from her, with her back facing her, her suspenders turned up, her waist sunken, the lines of her hips ambiguous, and a corner of the quilt draped over her.

It looks delicious.

She was clean and considerate, allowing him to sleep in her bed like this. Qin Sheng thought to himself, looking aside and seeing a set of pajamas on the bedside table with a stack of face towels on top.

She got up quietly, taking her things.

I walked through the living room and saw an empty window without curtains. The sky was bright. A cardboard box was half-opened on the floor, and foam paper, plastic bags, and stool installation instructions were thrown on the carpet.

The whole space seemed clean and hasty, without any trace of human life.

She moved out, still alone.

Qin Sheng came to this conclusion.

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When Cui Jing woke up, the aroma coming from the living room made her stomach hungry.

"It smells so good, did you make it?" As far as I could remember, Qin Sheng didn't seem like he could cook.

"Takeout." Qin Sheng glanced at her, her hair wet and draped behind her. She looked very stern, and her rebelliousness was suppressed a little. "Trust me, you don't want to eat what I cook."

"That's true." Cui Jing's mind flashed back to the scene where Cui Jing ate the breakfast she made. After eating it, the two of them almost got food poisoning and were sent to the hospital for gastric lavage.

"I'll go buy something later."

"Yeah." Cui Jing said indifferently.

"So, you're taking me in."

"Yes, sister will take in a poor person like you."

"What kind of sister are you?" Qin Sheng wanted to laugh immediately, but his smile stopped as soon as his eyes fell on her face.

There was a sense of calmness about her, as if she had been through something and had something washed away.

Cui Jing: "I'm going to the hospital to see someone later. You stay at home by yourself."

"Your relative?"

"A victim, almost hit someone yesterday."

Qin Sheng's face turned serious: "It's not a problem."

"It's not a problem. The man wasn't seriously injured and he's easy to talk to. Let's go out for lunch." Cui Jing put on her clothes and prepared to go out.

Qin Sheng stood at the door of the warehouse carrying a portable ladder, with half of his body leaning inside. His muscles were beautifully defined under his rolled-up pajama sleeves, not too exaggerated but powerful.

The living room darkened a few degrees.

"What did you do?" Cui Jing asked.

"You can hang these curtains anywhere, just hang them up and let them dry naturally."

"Not dry? I used the washer-dryer mode, how come it's not dry?" Cui Jing passed by and checked the washing machine. She threw a tablecloth in, turned on the start button, observed the time of each mode on it, and confirmed that the dehydration mode existed.

Qin Sheng put down a ladder and came over to take a look.

At first glance, I saw a luxury bag hanging on Cui Jing's round shoulders, which she had never used before.

Not only because of the price, but also because there is a large brand abbreviation LOGO on the lock of this bag. She originally thought that it was not simple enough, or... ostentatious.

The bag was dragging on the ground. She was squatting on the ground, the hem of her skirt fell on her legs, leaving ups and downs under her legs, which was very sensual.

Combined with the weak light spreading from all directions of the balcony, it gives people a mesmerizing feeling of falling, like a play that has not yet begun on the stage.

The hands, now apparently pampered, were fiddling with the buttons on the washing machine.

I didn't come up with anything after tinkering with it for a long time.

Qin Sheng felt a little dizzy and weird, so he walked over and stopped her, "You go visit the victim, I'll study what's going on with this thing."

He then picked up Cui Jing from the ground.

Cui Jing greeted her and went out to visit Xue Yiji.

As a result, I got an unexpected news from the nurse.

"Hmm? He's gone?"

"Yes." The nurse recognized Cui Jing's face. In her opinion, this girl was extremely beautiful. The nurse station even chatted with her for a while, trying to guess what kind of lotion and cream she used on a daily basis.

"Oh, he left you a note."

【Thank you. 】

A vivid smiling man is drawn on the back.

After watching it, Cui Jing didn't feel too surprised. Hitting someone was an accident, and leaving also ended in an unexpected way.

She remembered the smile in his eyes before he left yesterday. There was actually a bright warmth in his smile.

Like rainy London, the clouds were dispelled.

It wasn't just his eyes that were bright, but also the mucous membrane of his lower eyelids, which was moist and glowed with a silvery white light.

Part of his melancholy also comes from this, extending into the misty feeling of fleeting fireworks when he calmly looks at people.

Cui Jing threw the paper into the trash can and returned with the bag.

Xue Yijie not only stood up Cui Jing, he also stood up Zhai Yang last night.

[I'll come to see you, which hospital are you in?] Zhai Yang kept sending him messages.

Xue Yijie typed out word by word and then deleted it. His reply might anger Zhai Yang, so he deleted and reduced it until it finally became just two words.

[Don't come.] There was no sign of his hesitation, cold and emotionless.

Xue Yijie didn't read the message after sending it.

He was so inspired last night that he couldn't sleep and tossed and turned. He sat up and downloaded several mobile apps to simulate composition. Inspiration is fleeting, so he must record it.

His injuries were not serious. This kind of wound usually would be bandaged on the spot and given some fluids before being allowed to leave. The doctor asked him to vacate the bed as soon as possible.

It’s just a pity that I left without saying goodbye.

He really wanted to say a few more words to her, but Xue Yijie leaned back dejectedly on the wooden chair.

What qualifications does he have.

A man targeted by a mad dog.

He lit a cigarette, smoke swirled in the scarlet flame, and messages popped up one by one.

Xue Yijie glanced over coldly, and the elegant face shrouded in smoke had a kind of calm madness.

Zhai Yang: [You are discharged from the hospital? ]

As expected, he went there and the ghost would not go away. Xue Yijie turned on the flight mode.

His sister came to the studio to see him.

That day, Xue Yijie saw a person on the street who looked 90% like her mother after taking off her doll headgear. She was unable to walk immediately.

He went to see her handing out flyers every day and worked hard to make a living. Once again, a naughty child hit his doll on the head, and Xue Yijie rushed forward to stop it.

The girl insisted on treating him to milk tea. After she left, Xue Yijie found a brown hair on his sleeve, which looked like it was from malnutrition.

As if by some strange coincidence, Xue Yijie took the hair and did a parent-child comparison, and she seemed to really be her sister.

Xue Yijie went to find her with the results and recognized her. That day, her sister hugged him and cried for a long time.

My sister often came to see him during this period, and then went back to work after the visit. Sometimes she stayed until two in the afternoon and then left in a hurry.

"You seem to be darker." Xue Yijie looked at her sister's skin, which seemed to have darkened a few shades, and asked casually. "Won't you be late for work? It's almost two o'clock."

"Yesterday was the weekend."

Three questions of the soul.

Under Xue Yijie's questioning, she told Xue Yijie that she was unemployed and was always fired after finding another job, so she went to distribute flyers again.

Xue Yijie touched her hair and said, "This is not your problem. Besides, I have money, so you don't have to work so hard."

"But I don't want my brother to support me. I want to work hard on my own." The sister looked stubborn.

After she left, Xue Yijie called Zhai Yang with a cold face, "Where are you? Let's have dinner together. The day after tomorrow?"

Zhai Yang replied: "I don't have time the day after tomorrow."

He will attend an auction the day after tomorrow as ordered by the old man, and put on a show with his partner Cui Jing. "How about tomorrow night?"

"it is good."

The next night, Zhai Yang got his wish and made an appointment with Xue Yiji.

Xue Yijie put down her knife and fork after taking two bites, "Stop those little tricks you have on my sister."

Zhai Yang explained, "I just need you to finish reading one thing." He pushed over an agreement.

Xue Yijie read the prenuptial agreement calmly and was unmoved by Zhai Yang's words "wait for him" and the desire he revealed.

He began to wonder what love was that could make a person so stupid.

And whether he has the ability to build intimate relationships with others, because he seems unable to maintain long-term love for one person.

As he left the venue, a gust of wind blew past, and he seemed to smell the scent of grass and trees again, which seemed to be there and not there. This time he determined the specific source, "What shampoo did you use?"

very familiar.

Zhai Yang was stunned. These were the toiletries left by Cui Jing. He had used them during his recent trips home and didn't remember the brand.

But for Xue Yijie's rare request, he was more than happy to oblige, "I'll go back and look for it."

ten o'clock.

Xue Yijie wandered around the lake for an hour.

I was alone in the woods of the studio downstairs, watching the night view, standing and meditating.

He rushed to the studio at two o'clock in the morning. The window was not closed and the wind made the trees inside rustle. This time, he wrote more smoothly than ever before.

The color of the brush is bright, as if it was the fire stolen from Prometheus, ground and mixed into the pigment.

Xue Yijie's eyes were incredibly bright, burning with fire.

He had been thinking about his work while eating and drinking these days. He was in a semi-detached state, or in a hazy state like he had not woken up yet. There were too many inspirations gushing out, and he wanted to eliminate those irrelevant ones.

Now he has finally found the central "anchor".

He stayed in the studio for three full days, with takeout delivered to his door every day. Being an obsessive-compulsive cleanser, he had large smears of paint on the inside of his hands.

He held a pen between his lips, the tip of which had been chewed by him until the outer layer of red paint fell off, and he also held a pen in his hand. In his mind flashed a flower pot suspended in mid-air, the black hair hanging down like a lettuce princess, and a white bed like a river.

There was also a lingering smell of grass and trees, and the hand that rested on his forehead carried the scent of cheap jasmine.

It's hard to figure it out.

A blue mark appeared on Xue Yijie's lips.