nostalgic

"Click." Under the solitary acacia tree standing opposite the Jian's house, Tang Yun took out a lighter from her pocket and lit the flame, and circled her palms into a semicircle to shield from the howling westerly wind.

Orange sparks flashed from the cigarette butt, Tang Yun squeezed her skirt and held up a white cigarette and took a puff. The wind immediately blew away the white mist full of tobacco smell.

After smoking the last cigarette, Tang Yun lifted the cigarette case and poured out a few bits of smoke, squinting her eyes and smiling.

The moment Tang Yun was about to leave, she suddenly met Jane Lai's deep gaze from across the narrow road. The man tilted his head slightly like an audience fascinated by a violin concerto, leaning against the edge of the car window with his loose sleeves.

When the four eyes met, Tang Yun's tears flowed down unexpectedly, Jian Lai frowned, and made a gesture to wipe Tang Yun's tears through the air.

"Do you occasionally feel guilty like Pan Jinyan?" Tang Yun asked Jian Lai silently in her heart.

The window of the car was closed slowly, and the man left the old narrow road that divided the residence into two sections like the wind.

The phone in her pocket rang, Tang Yun slid the screen and lifted the phone to her ear.

"What is there in such a filthy person that deserves your lingering?" Jiang Nan's tone was mixed with unprecedented indifference.

Tang Yun raised her head and looked at Jiangnan, who was standing in front of the window in a nightgown and looked down at everything. She turned off the phone silently, and a burst of extreme boredom with the world suddenly emerged in her heart.

"Jiangnan, can you hug me?" Tang Yun returned to Jian's house and couldn't wait for Jiangnan's answer, so she opened her arms like a child asking for a hug.

The embrace that was forced was stiff and without warmth at first, and then the warmth of the noon sun gradually flowed in the air, and Tang Yun closed her eyes as if greedily absorbing the warmth.

"You don't need to choose between you and Jane Lai after you die, right?" Tang Yun asked Jiang Nan with a sob.

"Yunyun, be strong, we are trying our best to live every moment, what position do you have to talk about life and death lightly?" Jiang Nan gently patted Tang Yun's back with his fingers like putting a baby to sleep.

"But human nature is terrible, Jiangnan." Tang Yun replied weakly under Jiangnan's gaze.

Tears rolled down the collar of Jiangnan and his party following Tang Yun's words.

"Didn't the violinist put his heart into handling Lin Ling's case?" Jiang Nan unintentionally used a topic to divert attention, but it hit Tang Yun's inner pain.

"Well, the result was bad." Tang Yun bowed her head and admitted.

"Then how about letting the luthier die? That person was originally a character who was bound to lose his life sooner or later. How can the flesh and blood of a sinner live so leisurely in this world?" Jiang Nan gently stroked Tang Yun's long hair with his fingertips.

"You know that I don't want to see anything happen to Jane Lai, and you also know that I don't want to see you sink into the mud." Tang Yun resisted and broke away from Jiang Nan's arm.

"Yunyun, which side are you on now?" Jiangnan's words revealed coldness and disappointment.

"I don't want to stand on any side of you, the love-hate entanglement between you, I don't want to understand, I don't want to stand in line, I don't want to participate, I don't want to judge, I wish I knew nothing about all this, so maybe I can live longer than I am now Take it easy." Tang Yun used a defensive tone to resist the severe cold in Jiangnan's eyes.

"Go back there, I don't want to see you." Jiang Nan waved Tang Yun away disheartened.

"I won't go back. If I go back, what will you do to Jane Lai?" Tang Yun made up her mind not to leave.

"Naive! Do you think that Jane Lai is so innocent, that for so many years, that cloudy face is waiting to die like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?

No, the luthier did it to me too.One of us is a cheetah, and the other is a lion. The two beasts stare at each other and circle around day and night, waiting for an opportunity to bite the opponent. No one is kinder than the other.

Compared with your chaotic mind, we both know more clearly that if we want the world to be peaceful, one person must die first. "The corner of Jiangnan's mouth once again raised an elegant and incomprehensible subtle arc.

"Jiangnan, now my parents and Uncle Jian are dead, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, don't be obsessed with it anymore. If you like Jane's house, I can buy a better one for you. If you can't let go of the affluent life in the past, it doesn't matter, I can support you, I just ask you to let Jane Lai and yourself go." Tang Yun tugged at Jiang Nan's sleeve and begged.

"How can you be so worthless?" Jiang Nanyang slapped Tang Yun, and fell powerlessly on the carpet at his feet.

In her sleep that night, Tang Yun vaguely felt someone walking in lightly, the bedside lamp was turned on, and Jiang Nan sat on the edge of the bed and pulled down the thin quilt covering Tang Yun's cheeks little by little.

"It hurt you then." Jiangnan lowered his head, a few strands of his long hair that was simply tied up fell down, and his voice was soft and warm.

"It's okay, I'm not a delicate person." Tang Yun smiled lightly.

"Good boy." Jiang Nan rubbed Tang Yun's long messy hair with emotion.

"You have treated me so well since I came to Jane's house. I feel that you have made up for the shortcomings of not having a mother. In my heart, you are a very special existence. You are like a mother and a sister, a teacher and a friend.

When I was young, you brought a lot of dense warmth to me who lacked a sense of belonging. On the stage, you were as indifferent and charming as the flames in the wind, but off the stage, you were as calm and tolerant as the afternoon sun. It is not your fault that I fell in love with the same sex. I like to tell me that lust is not a big thing in a free and easy tone. Jiangnan, I especially miss the you at that time. Tang Yun sighed softly at the two places on Jiang Nan's chest.

"Why are you so nostalgic? Haven't you heard of it? Wisdom will hurt, and love will never last (1). Yunyun, it's getting late, go to sleep." Jiang Nan covered Tang Yun's eyes and turned off the lamp, and the room returned to darkness the tranquility.

After that day, Tang Yun didn't see the violin maker Jian Lai for several days. He Rujing also disappeared together. At this moment, only Tang Yin and Jiangnan were left in Jian's house. Tang Yun occasionally went to the theater or the hospital. At that time, Jiangnan stayed alone in the empty house of Jian's house.

Lawyer Yan Siheng, who had been refusing to meet on Sunday evening, finally let go and agreed to arrange a time to meet with Tang Yun.

At 08:30 on Monday morning, Tang Yun arrived at Yan Siheng Law Firm as scheduled.

"Lawyer Yan, I don't understand why Lin Ling gave up the chance to appeal?" Tang Yun saw Yan Siheng push the door and walked in, so she cut straight to the point.

"Miss Tang, I also don't understand why Lin Ling didn't act according to my arrangement. Not only did he get a good youth, but he also ruined my good reputation of working hard for a lifetime." Yan Siheng tugged down on his tie and complained with a smile.

"You mean that Lin Ling treats the trial negatively?" Tang Yun was somewhat puzzled by Yan Siheng's answer.

"It's even worse than negativity. I've worked so hard to plan how to rescue her from the deep pool, but this person doesn't appreciate it. He just wants to drown in the water." Yan Siheng said with a look of anger. Indisputable expression.

"Why don't you bring me with you next time you meet Lin Ling." Tang Yun solemnly proposed to Yan Siheng after contemplating for a few seconds.

"Alright." Yan Siheng immediately nodded in agreement as if he had expected Tang Yun to make such a decision.

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(1) Quoted from Mr. Jin Yong's "Book, Sword, Enmity and Enmity".