I, Qing Huan - Chapter 77

The box Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan drew was a soft-sleeper box. There were originally four beds in the box with bunk beds on each side. But this box was only used by them, and the other two bed programs were bought and left empty. Since it is a box, it is necessary to ensure that there are only two of them in this confined space.

VJ followed up and wanted to place the equipment on it. Bai Jinqiu made a gesture and asked, “Can you let us stay alone for a while? You will come in when the first task is issued, and how many additional shots will be made? Lens.”

VJ called and asked about PD. PD thought that since they were in the box anyway, no one else would be interested in mixing with the crowd. This paragraph was completely feasible with supplementary shooting, so he agreed.

So VJ and Bai Jinqiu greeted them and flashed people quickly with their equipment.

After closing the private room door, Bai Jinqiu looked at Cen Ziyan who was sitting in the corner without saying a word, pursed his lips, walked over and sat beside her silently, and asked softly, “Still angry with me?”

Cen Ziyan stared at the landscape flashing outside the window without speaking.

Bai Jinqiu took Cen Ziyan’s shoulder and forced her to turn to face her. Runbai’s fingertips pinched the young and tight chin, and stared at the pale lips closely, and there was a slight struggle under her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed abruptly.

Cen Ziyan did not resist and did not close her eyes, but just sat blankly and let Bai Jinqiu do anything to her.

Bai Jinqiu stuck out her tongue. When the tip of her tongue just touched the lips of the other party, Cen Ziyan turned her head away, facing out the window, her sucked red lips moved slightly with the light of water:

“I don’t want to bite a second wound in your mouth.”

Bai Jinqiu was taken aback, and subconsciously used her upper lip to hold the thinly scabled mouth at the corner of her lips. She lowered her eyes for a while, then lifted it up again, looking at the girl who was so familiar but very strange before her.

She still remembered how this mature facial features looked like when they were more immature.

She couldn’t remember how old Cen Ziyan always chased after her since she was six years old, perhaps earlier. She only remembered that the young Cen Ziyan was wearing a floral dress, her hair tied into two braids, and she ran with small steps behind her, a pair of braids like the young wings of a sparrow, flapping fans up and down in the sunny sunshine. The two words that appear most often in her mouth are “auntie”, she always said tirelessly: “Auntie, can you help me peel the shrimp?” “Auntie, can you tie my shoes?” “Auntie, can you sign for me?” “Auntie, can you hold me to sleep?”

She doesn’t like children, but Cen Ziyan is an exception. At that time, she was in her twenties and was still a newcomer in the film industry. When she was not filming, she stayed at home to study acting courses and books. Sometimes Cen’s mother and Cen’s father were on business trips, and she would take Cen Ziyan back to her home for a few nights.

Cen Ziyan, who is less than ten years old, would find all kinds of reasons to sleep in her arms. She would refuse at first, but later she couldn’t find any reason for her refusal. She hugged the soft and fragrant child under the bedside lamp. The feeling of reading the script is actually not bad. At that time, Cen Ziyan asked her: “Auntie, what are you looking at?”

She said: “It’s a story to be made into a movie.”

Cen Ziyan said gruffly: “Then I will do the same with my aunt in the future, making movies.”

“Yanyan, I want to enter the entertainment circle to make a movie.”

“Then I will enter the entertainment industry,” the little Cen Ziyan clenched the collar of her pajamas, “I want to stay with my aunt.”

“Nonsense, how can Yanyan stay with me if she wants to marry in the future?”

Cen Ziyan’s soft face blushed, and she whispered, “Then I will marry my aunt.”

Bai Jinqiu just smiled, not paying attention.

Cen Ziyan in her arms slowly grew from a single-digit age to a double-digit age, from a squishy group of children to a slender girl. Bai Jinqiu was so used to sleeping with Cen Ziyan that she didn’t notice anything wrong when the 18-year-old Cen Ziyan was still in her arms.

Cen Ziyan, who had just grown up, was like a little sun, bright and warm, tearing away the layers of dark clouds, and shining into her cold and lonely rainy day unexpectedly.

Young people are always full of enthusiasm, do things without regard to the consequences, and tell them if they like someone, no matter who the other person is, whether it is appropriate or not. Young people’s liking is pure liking. It has nothing to do with family background, status, age or appearance, but only with the soul that two people attract to each other.

She can’t remember exactly when Cen Ziyan confessed to her. She only remembers that she was panicked at the time. She seemed to hear the big lamb saying that she fell in love with her shepherd since she was a child. She was thirty-five years old at that time, and she already had a mature moral view in her heart. Her moral view made her subconsciously flee, and she has been on the run. Cen Ziyan did not find her for three months.

For three months, she locked herself in an old house deep in the mountains. The three months of being alone also made her want to understand a lot of things. For example, she actually liked Cen Ziyan a little bit. On those nights when she couldn’t hold Cen Ziyan, she never had any sweet dreams again. She actually hoped that Cen Ziyan could always be by her side. So three months later, when Cen Ziyan found her, she took advantage of her drunkenness to bring the young Cen Ziyan to the charming hotbed of adults, hoping to make the final confirmation of her heart in this way.

The unmanned Cen Ziyan shrank under her, her eyes full of fear that could not be concealed, but she still indulged in her drunk, her white shoulders trembled like unbloomed daffodil petals, and her aunt kept mumbling. .

Auntie, please be gentle.

Aunt I don’t hurt.

Auntie, don’t leave me.

But early the next morning, after waking up from the wine, Bai Jinqiu ran away.

The guilt brought by destroying a flower that grew up in front of her eyes can really overwhelm her attraction to herself.

She didn’t even wait for Cen Ziyan on the bed to wake up, she left with a sense of guilt in her heart.

I went very thoroughly, went abroad directly, changed my phone number, deleted contacts, and didn’t tell anyone my whereabouts. No domestic career, no queen title she earned for most of her life, and no Cen Ziyan.

She deliberately cut off all ties with the country when she was abroad. So she didn’t know what life was worse than death during the five years she left.

Everyone was scolding Cen Ziyan, even Cen’s mother was scolding Cen Ziyan, saying that she shamelessly seduce Bai Jinqiu, she didn’t understand self-love at a young age, and turned herself into a dirty woman, she said Cen Ziyan She was ill and sent Cen Ziyan to the psychology department of the hospital to force her to receive treatment. Cen Ziyan was locked up in the hospital and frantically searched for Bai Jinqiu through various means. After searching for a long time, she was hoarse and desperate to find. In the end, the obsession was exhausted, and he really contracted mental illness.

Everyone said she was sick, and everyone said it was her problem. How could a successful woman like Bai Jinqiu have problems? If Bai Jinqiu is such a perfect person there shouldn’t be a problem, then Cen Ziyan can only have a problem. So later, Cen Ziyan felt that it was her own problem. If she didn’t like Bai Jinqiu, it would be fine. If she didn’t confess to Bai Jinqiu, it would be fine. If Bai Jinqiu could push her away when she hugged her to bed. She is fine. She began to think that everything she did was sinful, so that she had to listen to the “Great Compassion Mantra” every day and night to fall asleep. Only when she found her faith, could the Buddha be her only sustenance for living.

Since then, she has been a different person, no longer bright or warm, and even for a long time, she can’t make her lips curl up and laugh.

Five years later, after returning to China, Bai Jinqiu saw such a Cen Ziyan, with a godless eye and a decadent like peeling ashes from an old house.

She said: “Yanyan, I’m sorry, I failed you back then. I regret it, I will marry you now.”

Cen Ziyan was silent for a long time, and said, “Not everyone is waiting for you in place.”

She said: “It took me five years to find out, Yeonyan, it’s not you, no one can do.”

Cen Ziyan smiled at her, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes: “But…you are not the you five years ago, and I am not the me five years ago.”

She clenched her fists: “I will marry you.”

Cen Ziyan said: “Auntie, since you let me go, let me go completely.”

She still called her aunt as before, but when she said those two words, there was no gleam in her eyes.

Just like now, her peach blossom eyes were lifeless, as if nothing in this world could make her happy. In other words, if there is someone or something that can make her happy, it will definitely not be Bai Jinqiu.

Cen Ziyan gently pushed Bai Jinqiu away, stood up on the table, and wiped the corners of her lips moistened by the kiss.

Bai Jinqiu became nervous: “Where are you going?”

Cen Ziyan did not look at Bai Jinqiu, and replied in a low voice, “Go to the toilet.”

“I’ll accompany you.” Bai Jinqiu immediately followed her up.

Cen Ziyan didn’t speak, neither agreed nor opposed, as if Bai Jinqiu wasn’t around.

She opened the door of the box and was about to go out, but when she looked up, she unexpectedly saw Qing Huan and Nan Yang standing there.

It didn’t take long for the two of them to come here. Qing Huan was communicating with the VJ in the next box, holding a mission card with the “Honeymoon Together” LOGO in her hand.

“Ziyan,” Qing Huan raised the task card in her hand to her, “We are going in to find you. We just received the task and want us to play with you…”

She soon discovered that Cen Ziyan’s expression was not quite right, and after a short conversation, she asked carefully: “Are you… okay?”

Cen Ziyan concealed the strangeness under her eyes, and smiled gently at Qing Huan: “It’s okay.”

“Would you like to record again later?” Qing Huan put away the task card thoughtfully.

“It’s okay, I’ll go to the bathroom and continue recording when I come back.”

Cen Ziyan politely staggered, passing by Qing Huan and VJ, Bai Jinqiu also took two steps forward. Cen Ziyan paused, then turned around and looked at Bai Jinqiu, “I want to go to the toilet alone, can I, aunt?”

Bai Jinqiu glanced at the staff who were playing around with the equipment, his face returned to the expressionless appearance in front of outsiders, but he still didn’t let go: “I will accompany you.”

Uncle VJ tut: “Mr. Bai and Ziyan have a really good relationship. You have to go to the toilet together.”

Cen Ziyan didn’t insist anymore, but smiled after hearing VJ’s words.

Looking at Cen Ziyan’s smile, Qing Huan couldn’t catch any real joy in her eyes. Her smile was more like red paint repeatedly painted on a rotten apple, concealing the bitter rotten flesh with false vividness.

Bai Jinqiu followed Cen Ziyan to the toilet at the end of the car, and VJ advanced to the box to support the camera stand.

Nanyang leaned against the window of the aisle, arms crossed, and asked with a voice that only Qinghuan could hear:

“Are you going to help Cen Ziyan, or Bai Jinqiu and Cen Ziyan?”

Qing Huan was stunned, “What do you mean?”

“If you only want to help Cen Ziyan, then…” Nan Yang looked at Bai Jinqiu’s blurred back in the carriage, “Maybe you shouldn’t match them up anymore.”

Qing Huan understood the meaning of Nanyang dialect, and they all saw something in their eyes.

If one person’s feelings for another person are nothing but fear and disgust, and then forcibly **** in one place, it will only torture each other.