guarding you for seven years

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It was destined to be a sleepless night, Xia Lu and Bian Yang returned to the apartment, Bian Yang still prepared her favorite supper for Xia Lu as in the past, Xia Lu stood at the kitchen door, looking at the thin and frail figure, this shoulder, I gave myself countless comforts and courage, but what I gave back to her was indeed an unforgettable pain.

Xia Lu turned around and walked to the wine cabinet, took out a goblet, and poured herself a glass of red wine that she rarely drank. Xia Lu felt that red wine was for people with taste, such as Bian Yang. She didn't think she was a A person with taste, so she has never drank the red wine in the wine cabinet, and this is the first time tonight.

When Bian Yang came out of the kitchen with hot noodles, Xia Lu had already drank two glasses of red wine in a row, Bian Yang's eyes were slightly closed, Xia Lu hardly drank red wine or beer, and she had already drank a lot at Bar Seven tonight Drinking beer, drinking red wine again when you get home, do you want to get completely drunk?

Xia Lu drank silently, and Bian Yang quietly accompanied them. Over the years, the two of them seemed to have gotten used to this kind of relationship. In the eyes of outsiders, Xia Lu was Bian Yang's girlfriend. The open knot is twisted there, untouchable, unmentionable.

"Eat something." Bian Yang covered Xia Lu's wine glass with one hand.

The corner of Xia Lu's mouth twitched, and a faint smile appeared. How long ago did she get to such a point, why is it so difficult to get drunk?

"Bian Yang, tell me, is wine a good thing or a bad thing?" Xia Lu propped her hands on the counter, raised her chin, narrowed her almond eyes, with the haze after drinking.

"I'll feed you, okay?" Bian Yang raised his hand to gently wipe the wine stains from the corner of Xia Lu's mouth.

Xia Lu felt the temperature in Bian Yang's palm, the warm soft hand was right next to her mouth, she could hold it tightly as soon as she stretched out her hand, Xia Lu's eyes opened wider and wider, this is Bian Yang, this is the most The Bian Yang who loves her, this is the Bian Yang who took her to accompany her when she was the most helpless and wandering, this is... the person she hurt the most.

Xia Lu glanced lightly at the noodles on the counter from the corner of her eye. They were steaming with fragrance, delicate and delicious, and one could feel the hard work of the person who cooked the noodles.Xia Lu stretched out her hand, "cracked" the steaming hot noodles all night, and smashed onto the clean floor. The noodles that looked delicate and delicious just now are like a puddle of mud, mixed with the broken bowl , still braving the fragrance of heat.

Bian Yang stared at Xia Lu without moving his eyes, she didn't know what Xia Lu wanted to do, she was getting more and more confused about Xia Lu.

"Bian Yang, do you think that this bowl of noodles is the truest portrayal of me, what's the significance of you carefully guarding the puddle of muddy noodles?" Xia Lu asked faintly with a smile on her brows.

"I'll cook another bowl for you." Bian Yang didn't want to get entangled with Xia Lu.

"Bian Yang." Xia Lu's voice was much louder, even with anger.

"Xia Lu." Bian Yang also called back, with a stern and serious tone, "You are not this bowl of noodles, you are just you, no matter what happens, how many years have passed, how many wounds you have in your heart, I will not let you You smashed to pieces, unless I die." Bian Yang didn't look at Xia Lu, turned around and went into the kitchen to cook the noodles again.

Xia Lv stared blankly at Bian Yang's leaving figure, the sentence, "Unless, I die." echoed over and over again, tears flowed out unconsciously, she squatted down, picked up the broken bowl and held it in the palm of her hand , "It's broken, it's broken." The blood flowed down the palm of his hand, dripping on the steaming noodles, scarlet and dazzling.

When Bian Yang walked out of the kitchen with the re-cooked noodles, Xia Lu's face was already bright red, Bian Yang's eyelids twitched, and her heart throbbed. She carefully put the noodles on the coffee table, and then took them out of the cabinet. The medicine box, walked to Xia Lu's side, took Xia Lu's hand, and took out the bowl in his palm, the smell of blood spread, Bian Yang's distress and Xia Lu's stubbornness wafted in the air.

Bian Yang carefully wrapped Xia Lu's palms, and the silence spread in the room. The silent breath made Xia Lu feel suffocated. She didn't know what she should do to arouse Bian Yang's emotions, to make Bian Yang feel uncomfortable. Yang felt a little disgusted with her.

"Your palm is injured and you can't hold the chopsticks. I really need to feed you now." Bian Yang pulled Xia Lu and made her sit on the sofa. The fragrant noodles appeared in front of Xia Lu again. Xia Lu wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry, "Bian Yang, thank you."

Bian Yang's hand stirring the noodles was startled, thank you?thank youThanks for what?Bian Yang didn't respond, but quietly fed Xia Lu to eat noodles. Under the orange light, this scene looked so warm, but it was also so sad.

This night seemed to be longer than usual. Bian Yang closed the door of Xia Lu's room and watched Xia Lu sleep peacefully before Bian Yang could rest assured. Bian Yang had lived like this for more than 1000 days and nights.

Bian Yang returned to her room, she didn't turn on the light, the moonlight spilled into the room through the glass window, the blurred light made her feel in a trance.

Walking to the balcony, he took out the cigarettes in the cabinet, "click" the lighter flashed a small flame, Bian Yang lit the cigarette in his mouth, the smoke was lingering, took a deep breath, and exhaled it again, the eyes were surrounded by the silver moonlight Dissipated slowly.

She no longer remembers why she smoked, every time Xia Lu gave her a desperate blow, she would want to light a cigarette and take a few puffs, not because she wanted to smoke so much, but because she wanted to watch the cigarette slow down. Burning slowly into ashes, scattered in the wind, disappearing without a trace.

She felt that she was the cigarette, and Xia Lu was the one who lit the cigarette. Bian Yang was always thinking, what day would it take to exhaust her love for Xia Lu?How far would it take to make her disappear completely?

The rain falls and the flowers are beautiful, I hope people will know, and the smoke surrounds the clouds, and I hope you will come together.

Scattered bangs covered Bian Yang's forehead, high nose bridge, thin red lips, and a heroic face with rare decadence. She had never felt so tired, never felt so useless, and never felt so useless. I have never felt so embarrassed.

Xia Lu stood at the door, and saw Bian Yang so dejected through the half-open door, her hands clenched tighter and tighter, and the right hand scratched by the bowl seemed to be bleeding again, and the pain stimulated the nerves.

The visible cigarette butts were flickering, and the smoke slowly rose, Bian Yang stared blankly at the cigarette that was about to burn out, while Xia Lu stood at the door and looked at Bian Yang silently.

It wasn't until the cigarette butt burned to Bian Yang's finger that Bian Yang put the cigarette butt away and put it out in the ashtray. She breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and turned her head to see Xia Lu at the door.

Bian Yang was taken aback, was she too preoccupied just now?He didn't even hear the sound of Xia Lu's room door opening.

"Didn't you sleep?" Bian Yang smiled lightly, as if the decadent Bian Yang just now was another person, but the smoke that hadn't dissipated proved that this indifferent Bian Yang was the one who was still there a minute ago. Decadent people.

Xia Lu pushed open the door and went to the balcony, and saw that half a pack of cigarettes was still on the top of the cabinet, and there were nearly dozens of cigarettes in the ashtray. The strong smell of cigarettes lingered in the whole room. Xia Lu never knew, Bian Yang actually knows how to smoke, and she has never smelled any smoke on Bian Yang.

"Bian Yang." Xia Lu turned around and gently hugged Bian Yang's waist. She leaned her head on Bian Yang's shoulder. With her thin body, Xia Lu clearly felt Bian Yang's shoulder blades and the protruding collarbone.

Bian Yang slowly raised her hand, caressing Xia Lu's back, she was very nervous at this moment, she was afraid that if Xia Lu said anything, any word that would disrupt their relationship, it would cause her to collapse along with her .

"Bian Yang, I met Xiao Zi, at the Sky Hotel." Xia Lu bit her lower lip, Xiao Zi was still so beautiful, Xiao Zi was still the original Xiao Zi, and she was no longer the original Xia Lu, Everything changed, and everything became logical again.

"Did you say hello?" Bian Yang asked in a low voice.

"No, she didn't see me." Xia Lu sniffed, and slowly tightened her hands holding Bian Yang's waist.

Bian Yang obviously felt the change in Xia Lu's mood. In fact, she should have thought that there is no one else who can make Xia Lu's mood fluctuate so much, except Xiao Zi.

"You go to bed first, I'll take a shower, my body smells like cigarettes." Bian Yang put his hands on Xia Lu's shoulders.

Xia Lu hugged her tighter and tighter, Bian Yang looked down at Xia Lu, Xia Lu leaned on her shoulder and closed her eyes, Bian Yang knew that Xia Lu at this time only needed a warm hug.

In the silvery moonlight, the two of them just stood there, embracing each other tightly, feeling the loneliness and pain of the soul, the pain of being involved in the deepest wound in the heart, which is difficult to calm down.

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