Women's clothing boss, he is too beautiful

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Thin waist and narrow shoulders, slender neck, black hair reaching waist.Just standing there simply, it looks infinitely moving.

Song Xizhi walked back to Biluo Courtyard, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he saw a graceful figure reflected on the curtain.

It was the person he was least willing to see right now - Song Xialan.

Xu Shi heard the sound of Song Xizhi entering the room, she turned around and opened the curtain, and looked at Song Xizhi.

The two men made eye contact.Thousands of emotions are clear without elaboration.

"Why does sister avoid me recently?" Song Xialan's eyes filled with resentment.

Song Xizhi had no choice but to pick up the teapot and pour a cup of tea for her, denying, "I'm not avoiding you. It's just that I've been busy recently."

"I recently... heard..." Song Xialan took the tea, her eyelashes fluttering uneasily. "Forget it... let's not talk..."

Song Xizhi stopped drinking tea, then quickly covered it up, looked directly at her and said, "If you have doubts in your heart, just ask."

"I heard that my sister once proposed to my father to facilitate my marriage with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Yes."

"I wish I could deny it." Song Xialan raised her head, a glint of hope flashed in her eyes.

Song Xizhi rolled his eyes and said, "Everyone will be satisfied with such a choice."

Song Xialan shouted: "What about me? Have you ever asked my opinion!"

"What's the point of saying this now?" Song Xizhi said with a cold expression, "This matter is over, isn't it? I am the one who is marrying the prince now."

"You don't understand my thoughts at all. From the beginning to the end, I was playing a one-man show!" Song Xialan's eyes were red, and she bit her lips: "I always guess your mind, care about you, love you, but you Have you ever cared what I was thinking?"

Song Xialan hesitated to speak, and for a long time confided hard word by word: "I don't want to marry the crown prince, I just want to forever... guard...you, guard daddy, do you understand?"

Song Xizhi was a little dazed and didn't speak.

Only the cold night dew remained on the fingertips.Damp and dull.

Two strands of cool snow had dripped down her cheeks at some point, Song Xialan stretched out her hand to wipe it, it was full of wetness.

Only to realize that it was tears.

"Forever..."

A trace of unbearableness flashed across Song Xizhi's eyes, but he finally spoke out.

"Nothing is eternal. The strongest rock will wither, not to mention you and I are just ordinary people. So fragile."

"No! As long as your heart remains the same, we can be together forever." Song Xialan's eyes flashed darkly, and he grabbed Song Xizhi's hand: "It's you, it's you who want to get rid of me... isn't it..."

She was so strong that her nails sank into Song Xizhi's flesh.

Song Xizhi opened her hand and sighed: "You have always hated me and envied me, didn't you... our sisterhood is over. You... let's go."

It's time for Song Xialan to let go of those childish thoughts and let go of the hand that was tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.Open your eyes and look at the world again.

Even if they are sisters, it is impossible to be together for a lifetime.

He has his way, she has hers.They walked together for a while, took care of each other, and comforted each other.But when we come to a fork in the road, when it's time to say goodbye, we still have to wave goodbye.

Since then, the two have gone their separate ways.Each has its own place.

The night was deep and quiet.

"So you've always thought this way?" Song Xialan only felt that the person in front of her was terribly strange.

Having been together for more than ten years, in the end, it was only exchanged for the word "hate" and the sentence "fate is over".

What is she in his heart?A dispensable little follower?Or a well-behaved doll?When you get tired of it, throw it away.

Cold, endlessly cold, as if a hole had been opened in her heart, and Li Feng poured it directly into it.

Faith, instantly collapsed.In the chaos, something new is rapidly proliferating, soaring, and flourishing.

Once the old system collapsed, those long suppressed desires burst out.

It belongs to... human instinct... desire.see.desire for power.see.desire for freedom.That is the abnormal power buried deep in the blood.

Even if you don't want to admit it, when the two people's attachment like conjoined twins came to an end, there was a secret pleasure mixed with the huge labor pain.feel.

She bid farewell to the attached, bound, self-restrained, and uncontrollable girlhood.

Since then, sorrow and joy are no longer placed on him alone.

Such a sad and pitiful mood that followed his sadness and sadness, and his joy and joy.

She was startled to realize that she had an amazing similarity with Song Ci, whom she had always hated.

Song Ci only cares about himself.In fact, her heart is still looking forward to self-extension.

It's just that the sisterhood is so strong that it overwhelms her desire.So I always suppress myself and cater to him, lest he will be unhappy.

When the superficial beauty of this sisterhood was finally pierced by Song Xizhi himself, revealing the hideous, deformed, unequal relationship between the two that she had never dared to look directly at.

The other end of the balance suddenly became lighter, and it collapsed so much that it fell down.It smashed her head to the point of bleeding, and completely woke her up from her dream.

Song Xialan wiped her face, her eyes were flushed with tears, but her eyes were firmer than ever before: "You are right. I should go."

"I already knew the answer, but I still came here. I don't want to admit it. It's...too childish."

"Tears are a symbol of the weak. This is the first and last time I am weak." From now on, let the little girl who ran and called her sister die.

From now on, there will be only Song Xialan, the brand new, grown up Song Xialan who has learned how to part.

"As you wish. Song Xizhi."

The cold moon is silent, hanging high in the night sky, quietly covering the world.

It fell on Song Xizhi's pale and feeble cheeks that were as frosty as snow, on his dark eyes, and on his long red clothes that looked like ghosts.

Leaning against the window, looking at the little girl walking away step by step, Song Xizhi's expression was blurred in the moonlight.

"Guy, is it as I wish?"

Dark night enveloped the entire land, the sky was vast, and the Milky Way was vast.The buds of the new year have only spit out the first touch of new green, but the "life" as "Songxi Zhi" has come to an end.

He had no better choice than to push Song Xialan away.

Hate it, hate his ruthlessness, hate his indifference.

He was just that kind of person.Despicable, selfish, and capricious.

She is obviously not a god, but she presumptuously arranges her fate and ending.

She has always been a smart child, and she has long been aware of his contribution to all things in a dim way, but she always stubbornly covers her eyes, unwilling to look directly at the cruel truth.

Song Xizhi sighed, if the incisive hatred could make her feel better than the embarrassment intertwined with love and hate, he chose to tear the skin of the quiet years with his own hands, completely destroying her inner expectations.

This is the only tenderness he can give her.Cruel, ferocious, and bloody tenderness.

"Squeak—" There was a hoarse and low friction sound from the door, which made people's teeth sore.

The door opened.

But no footsteps.

It was as if a gust of wind had inadvertently blown the door open.

But Song Xizhi knew it must not be the wind.

Song Xizhi leaned against the window, his long red dress fluttered in the wind, his ink hair billowed up, covering half of his cheeks, and the corners of his scarlet lips rose.

He maintained that posture all the time, quietly waiting for the person who entered the door to come to see him.

The first thing that appeared in Song Xizhi's sight was a pair of red embroidered shoes, with a pair of crystal clear pearls inlaid on the top, hidden under the bright red skirt, like flower bones standing tremblingly on the branches.

Looking up, the skirt has a golden pattern like a dried plum blossom.Then there is the belt embroidered with dark gold patterns.

Finally, an extremely beautiful face came into Song Xizhi's eyes.

Scarlet lips, long and narrow eyelashes, pale skin.A pair of peach blossom eyes seem to be smiling but not smiling, and behind the misty water waves is a biting coldness.

She smiled slowly, like a sea of ​​poppies, more enchanting than flowers, colder than ice.

Song Xizhi stretched out his hand, his slender and white fingers moved slowly, stroked her lips, and finally landed on the corner of the woman's upturned mouth.

"The angle is wrong, the arc should be smaller. Like this." Song Xizhi's expression moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised, drawing a cold arc.A pair of peach-blossom eyes are like a smile but not a smile, and the beauty is cold.

If there are other people present, you will suddenly find that the expressions of the two are surprisingly similar!

Rather than saying they are similar, it is better to say that the two of them are like a mirror between them. The person in the mirror looks at the person outside the mirror, trying to figure out his every move, constantly decomposing, imitating, decomposing, until it becomes a copy-and-paste picture .

The corner of the woman's mouth pressed down slightly, overlapping infinitely with the arc of Song Xizhi's mouth.And so—the person in the mirror and the person outside the mirror are stunned, and the shadow overlaps with the person at noon, becoming one.

The two stood facing each other, with two pairs of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, looking at themselves in each other's eyes.

It's like the partial shadow that appears after the space is infinitely twisted and folded.It's creepy.

The cold wind blew "huhu" between the two of them, bringing a chill.

Song Xizhi coughed uncontrollably, the woman stared at him for a moment, then turned around and reached out to close the window.

When she turned around again, the expression on her face had completely changed.

The corners of her mouth were tightened, her jaw tensed, and the sparkling peach-eyed smile disappeared without a trace, leaving only a dull coldness.

It's like an actor taking off his heavy makeup and the fiery emotions that exist in the drama, revealing a bland and dull face that belongs to him alone.

Song Xizhi watched her changes the whole time, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion at her imitation skills: "You can now seamlessly switch between expressions. Linger, you... are really good."

It is no exaggeration to say that her imitation skills are even better than that of Leng Huaping if she simply imitates people's words and deeds.

Listening to Song Xizhi's praise, she didn't show any excitement, and her voice was as cold as ever: "The master is too proud, and the subordinates dare not be."

"Where is Luo Qingfeng? Where is he now?"

"He was hunted down all the way and suffered some injuries. He just arrived in the capital."

Song Xizhi's eyebrows and eyes were light: "Since the actor is ready, it's time to start doing some things."

As soon as the words fell, Ling'er's figure turned into a red light and disappeared into the night.

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