14 years time difference

Chapter 65 15-4

How can it be?

Is it impossible?

……Um.impossible.

Because I'm a girl?

Not so much because.

Then the conversation was interrupted by the car horn, and in the next day or two, it became a deadlock in her mind. Many times she suddenly appeared and stumbled Du Siren, and then she stopped and let go for a few seconds, until the body Others reminded her to regain her senses.

When practicing singing, when dancing, when turning on the tap to test the water temperature and preparing to take a bath.

Maybe you shouldn't even ask why.There is no reason for a girl to reject another girl.

She has no time to be depressed, and she does not indulge in any struggling fantasies or impulses to question. The most important thing right now is her daily schedule, vocal lessons, dance lessons, and rehearsals. During the competition, she always reminded herself.

Impossible, just impossible.She was not discouraged, and thought slowly.

The water from the shower head grew stronger and splashed on her cheek.Some hot.

She came back to her senses, stretched out her hand to splash a handful of water on her face, and a few big words appeared in her mind:

Why?

She stood under the running water, slowly, thinking as she showered, and mostly stood motionless.

After washing for too long, the white water mist lingered over the bathroom for a long time. She shook her head, which was beginning to sink, and turned off the faucet abruptly.

Then quickly dry yourself, get dressed, and blow dry your hair halfway.

Then he ran out of the room with his slippers on.go upstairs.With great restraint, he only rang the doorbell twice within 20 seconds of no answer.

Lin Zhique opened the door.

"What are you doing? What time is it?" She raised her eyebrows. She was wrapped in a thin nightgown. In the eyes of Dusi people, she seemed to be wrapped in a very gentle dream, or like a very gentle dream itself.

She answered honestly: "Twelve o'clock." While answering, she slipped sideways into the room.

She asked again: "What are you going to do tomorrow?"

She replied again: "Tomorrow will be the finale, and it will be broadcast live."

The water cup on the table was steaming, and several boxes of cold medicine were thrown aside.Dusi reached out to touch the wall of the cup, which was a little hot, and then brought the cup to his mouth to blow air.

Lin Zhique looked at her, "Then what are you doing here if you don't sleep?"

Du Siren took out the pills according to the amount, and handed the water cup and the medicine to Lin Zhique respectively.

Lin Zhique swallowed the medicine quickly with a sip of water.

Du Siren took back the water glass and took three small sips by himself.

"Want to be infected, don't you?"

Du Siren grinned: "No, it's inconvenient to be infected now. Wait until the game is over."

"What bullshit? If you're so ambitious, go back to sleep. Or go to the practice room all night."

Hearing this, she immediately yelled: "Sleep, sleep!" and slipped into bed by herself.

Lin Zhique stood aside speechlessly and looked at her for a while, as if unable to scold her, he just let her go like this, and quickly turned off the lights in the room until only half of the lights at the head of the bed were left, which was also on the other side of the bed. lie down.

She quickly rolled over and came to her side.

She and her skin care products have different smells, and when they are intertwined, they are too sweet and greasy, and they rush straight into the tip of her nose.She decided she was going to switch to the same skin care products as hers.

Lin Zhique closed his eyes: "From now on, don't speak."

"Now?"

"Now."

"So fast?"

"It has already begun."

"Then why are you still talking? You made a foul."

"Rules are not valid for those who make them."

"It means you can talk, but I'm not allowed to talk."

"Yes."

"What good do I gain by following the rules?"

"No."

"What if I don't obey?"

She thought she was going to say, then you go back to your room, or something.

As a result, she turned her head, opened her eyes, and said: "Then I will be very troubled, and I won't be able to sleep well."

She immediately shut up obediently.

But the overly sweet air was still filled with preoccupations, half of the lamps by the bed were restrained, half of their faces were smeared by shadows, and a hundred words could not be uttered, so they looked at each other awkwardly.

Until Lin Zhique spoke first, his tone was half coaxing her: "I'm going to be on stage tomorrow, go to bed quickly."

Dusi's held breath loosened.

"Is it caring, or is it fulfilling job duties?" she asked.

She is usually not the person who would say such angry words.

"...Do you think I should call them one by one and urge them to go to bed quickly?"

Du Siren turned over guiltily and looked at the ceiling.

"When the game is over, I will sleep for three days and three nights."

"How can you sleep for three days and three nights? Do you think you are still an ordinary college student?"

"Then what are you going to do? Go shopping? Can't you go shopping?"

"You can't go shopping. You don't need to go shopping. You will have endless clothes in the future. You can change three sets of clothes every day, one set for shows, one set for magazines, and one set for going to the airport. You have to go to work every day to make money, go to video, film, Publishing records, signing sales, what other parties, music festivals, fashion weeks. I have already thought about taking classes when I am not working. Can't lose..."

"That sounds good."

"Well, as long as you like it. If you make more money, I will get more commission."

"...Does that mean you can't fall in love?"

"... I heard that it is not possible."

"Who did you hear? I read it when I signed the contract, but it wasn't written in the contract."

"Your fans know about your relationship, and if they don't like you, you won't be able to make any money."

"Why don't you like me because I'm in love?"

"How do I know? Your circle is weird. Maybe they feel disappointed that you are not concentrating on your career at a young age. Maybe they don't like the other half you chose. Maybe they fantasize about falling in love with you, and the result How dare you fall in love with others. Bearing the expectations of others is very hard work, since you have chosen to be on this thief ship, work hard for me to reach the highest peak."

Dusi was silent for a few seconds.Everything Lin Zhique said was still too hazy for her. When she thought about it carefully, her head was about to knot up, so she put aside her thinking, and simply threw away the layers of entanglement, and blurted out her own truth idea:

"Then what should I do? I want to fall in love with you."

Lin Zhique was so angry that she closed her eyes.

"...It's okay, I don't want to, it doesn't hinder."

"Why don't you want to? I ask you seriously, and you should answer me seriously."

"Do you think being in love is such a big deal? If you don't talk about it, you won't die of heartache. Talking about it is very troublesome. You have to explain to each other, the company, and the fans. Love, liking, these are all I didn't answer the things that are not worth mentioning, because I don't think it's important. You can experience the same impulse and joy hundreds of times in your life. If you like me today and someone else tomorrow, I won't question it Why are you. You and I are not from the same world at all, you will know sooner or later."

"Which world are you, and which world am I?"

"Didn't I say it earlier? I come from the future."

Du Si frowned.She was a little angry at being perfunctory.

She turned her head to look at Lin Zhique's closed eyes in the shadows.

"Then push me away a little harder and say that you don't like me. Anyway, if you say it, I won't die of heartache."

"...Are you naive? Are you confident that you won't be eliminated tomorrow, so you have the energy to entangle such small things at this time? I hate people who don't know their priorities. Do you think love is the sky? You're a pile of foam at best. But there are some things that, if they collapse, will smash you to pieces, and those are the things you should value."

There was a long silence.

Du Siren got up from the bed.

She stood by the bed and said word by word: "Sister, I know very well. I know how important tomorrow is and how important this time is. But liking you is also very important. When you wake up, you return to your world, and it’s fine if I lose my memory and never remember who you are. I won’t feel that this moment is not important just because this moment will pass. You are too strict. After living for six or seventy years without experiencing it, do you have to sort out the priorities of everything? When the sky falls, it doesn’t have to be a bubble, maybe it’s a rain of flower petals? It could also be a thousand needles. Even if it’s nothing. , There is also a different method of emptiness. Before I find the answer and draw a conclusion, I will not consider giving up. Giving up is no different from escaping. As for tomorrow night's game, I don't intend to lose, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, she stopped looking at her, turned around the bed, and left the room.

Lin Zhique kept his eyes closed.

The continuous days of rain brought by the typhoon finally came to an end, and the breath was so weak that only occasional showers remained.After burning repeatedly for two days, Lin Zhique was as weak as an old cotton doll with half of the lint removed, waking up and sleeping, and finally left the bed on Friday night, nestled softly on the sofa in the living room and watched TV for a while.Her mother sat beside her and let her rest her head on her arm.

Friday night's live broadcast begins.

Lin Lan looked at a group of girls bouncing around on TV, pointed to Tao Lexin and asked her, "Which one do you like? Is this one, the one in yellow clothes and short hair?"

She replied weakly: "No. It's the one next to him in the white dress. That looks much better than this one."

"That? That doesn't look sunny at all. Look at her, her limbs are not coordinated."

She said fiercely, "It's not a dancing competition."

The day before yesterday, she came back drenched and had a high fever at night. She never answered any questions Lin Lan asked her, and kept silent about what happened at the birthday party.But she guessed that Lin Lan might already know about it. When Du Shen came to see her, Lin Lan didn't even let him in. At that time, she was lying on the bed dying, with the door closed tightly. She heard them arguing outside, but they didn't say anything. Can't hear clearly.

She couldn't hear clearly, but as soon as she closed her eyes, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes again.

Lin Lan's favorite contestant is dialect. When dialect sang "Tears", Lin Lan said that this might be the best appearance of a girl.Or Ala Jiangnan women have figure and temperament.

When Lin Jiajia sang "Loving You" and sang to a broken note, Lin Lan commented again, why did she choose such a song?I can't even sing.

Lin Zhique was speechless the whole time, she saw in Lin Jiajia the determination of a strong man breaking his wrist.After listening to the complete song quietly, she whispered to her mother: "She wants to be different from others."

After hearing this, Lin Lan touched her forehead, which was still a little cold, and asked, "Do you also want to be different from others? People of your generation wish to be different, don't you?"

"...Mom, it's strange for you to say that. Then why did you change your name?"

"Why did I change my name?"

"Don't lie to me, I've seen your ID card, Lin Lan, it's Lan Hua's Lan. Why don't you sign your name, what's wrong with you?"

Her mother smiled embarrassedly: "Ghost spirit. It's not that your father said this word was rustic at the time, I think it is, Lan, Juan, many people in our town use these words. I was stupid at the time, thinking He is not good enough for him, he is a college student after all, he has a bright future, I almost couldn't finish middle school, and I still work in the factory in the town, he came to our factory, saying it was social practice, doing fieldwork..."

"...don't tell me that."

She must not allow that the root of her pain is so detailed, intertwined and deeply rooted in the ground that gave birth to her life.What is this called love, like her mother willing to lose her name and life, like Xu Xinan braved the heavy rain to send birthday wishes to Du Zhian, everything is boring.

Lin Lan stroked her hair, and the mother and daughter watched most of the show in silence.

Du Siren was still noisy, and a lot of backup dancers were going crazy with her on the stage. When it was her turn to appear, Lin Zhique simply closed his eyes.

Then came the final PK, dialect and Lin Jiajia, Lin Jiajia lost miserably.

Desperately trying to show that I am special, so desperately that I lost myself, but I still can't get more favors.

Lin Jiajia didn't shed a single tear, and kept smiling.

Lin Zhique whispered, "Mom, let's move out."

Lin Lan froze for half a second.

"Is it ok? Let's move away. Move back to your hometown, and it's okay to go further away, to a place where no one knows us."

Fang Yan cried pear blossoms and rain on the stage, all the contestants came on stage together, and the scene on TV was out of control for a while, chaotic and sad.Lin Zhique couldn't get into the show, she thought, it's so strange, why tears seem to be exclusive to the winners?

Lin Jiajia smiled happily and was giving her speech. The audience cheered for her wave after wave. Fang Yan cried in the corner of the camera and fell into the arms of Du Siren.

Lin Lan stroked her hair and didn't answer her all the time.

Zhu He has returned to Jincheng from East China. At this moment, he is standing on the side of the stage with Lin Zhique, watching this youthful tragedy and comedy on stage.As she wished, today's show is also full of drama.

Chen Yiran was on the accompanist seat, trying to get Zhu He's attention, as if he wanted to say hello to her.

Zhu He pretended not to see it.

Lin Zhique saw it very clearly.

Push and pull tricks to get you.

The stage was crying, and the audience was crying too. Only Lin Jiajia was laughing.

Zhu He turned his head sideways and said to her: "By the way, what was the topic you told me last time? Frying CP? I think it's good. The most interesting thing is the feeling that seems to be absent. Huh? Chen Jia What about people? Why aren't you on stage?"

"Chen Jia isn't in good health yet, Sanshui took her to a follow-up visit, and then went straight back to rest."

In fact, they had already left when Chen Jia's promotion results came out.

Zhu He snorted: "This is called overprotection. I think there can be many things like kingly couples, the more complicated, the more exciting. Look, thinking about people and dialects are also good, right?"

Of course Lin Zhique saw it.Dusi embraced the weeping dialect.

She knew it was a hug without ambiguity.

The scene was too noisy, which inevitably made her feel chest tight.

She doesn't regret any decision she made or anything she said. She doesn't belong here, and it's even more impossible to talk about nothingness like love here.

It was hard for her to admit that when she said, how could it be, it was a question rather than a statement. This was not her original style, and it was evidence that she was shaken in an instant.

Farewell fireworks were ejected from the edge of the stage.Eight into six in the national competition are over.

The rain stopped.At the end of July, summer is still long.