the landlord is a former

——Xia Xia is the perfect lover in the eyes of many people. She never makes trouble, loses her temper, and never acts capriciously.Of course, she never acts like a baby, never says she loves me, and never shows that she cares.But I just know that she likes to be hugged by me, kissed by me, and loved by me.I want to see her lose her temper because she is jealous, her eyes are red because she is uneasy, and she is flustered because she cares.I don't want her to be perfect, I don't want her to be sensible, I don't want her to be good.

"I'm in love with a girl and want to be with her."

"......Who?"

"you."

Qiao Lu kissed Xia Lan and the glass doll she cared for carefully.

Don't dare to use too much force, don't dare to be too enthusiastic, because you have to pay attention to Xia Lan's reaction and don't dare to get too involved. It's just a superficial kiss, a little taste, she has tasted the smell of the girl she likes, it is strawberry.

Hers, sweet and sour, are tiny strawberries made of glass.

Xia Lan's whole body was tense, her fingers tightly clutching her skirt, passively accepting this light kiss.

Mouth|lips seemed to have been scalded, rising to a scorching temperature, and the water evaporated quickly. She was a fish lying in a puddle, struggling and longing, but knowing it was futile.

That's how it was confessed.

She is stupid, cowardly, glass-hearted, unresponsive, unsociable, negative energy, no outstanding appearance, no best figure, no likable personality, nothing, she likes rubbish people like her Must be blind.

But how could she say that Qiao Lu was blind.She didn't allow anyone to say anything bad about Qiao Lu, including herself.

Xia Lan's eyes were empty, her expression was dull, and she fell into endless panic and self-doubt, but soon she woke up and realized that this was not going to work.

This is not love, and she will drag Qiao Lu down.

"Xia Xia."

Qiao Lu held her face carefully, with tenderness in his star-filled eyes, "Can we?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but want to kiss her again.

"Joe... Qiao..." Xia Lan raised her hand to block her body, her throat was full of tears, her voice changed, and she couldn't call out her full name.

——Don't like me, don't be nice to me, I just lost my way with you temporarily.

The words came to her mouth, she trembled for a long time and couldn't speak, the more she thought about it, the more sad she felt, her eyes turned red quickly, tears fell down, she gasped, hugged Qiao Lu and cried bitterly.

She is finished.

She can't.

She couldn't take it anymore.

The front of his clothes was wet with tears, Qiao Lu's face turned pale, and he was flustered, "Xia Xia..."

After living together for a few months, the Xia Lan she learned was delicate, thoughtful, shy and blushing easily, that's all.She didn't want to be too abrupt to scare the girl, so she delayed confessing until today, thinking it would be a sweet surprise, but she didn't expect the other party to resist so much.

Xia Xia doesn't like her.

Realizing this, Qiao Lu frowned, and there were countless small holes in his heart, which hurt like needle pricks.

Those who reject physical contact will feel shy, blush, and smile when she hugs her; from avoiding her hand at first, now they will take the initiative to hold her; the look in her eyes has changed from wary of unfamiliarity to familiarity and attachment.

How can you not like it?

Even if you don't like it, you shouldn't resist it to this point...

"Xia Xia, stop crying, it's my fault, I...I should discuss it with you first." Qiao Lu comforted the person in his arms softly, reflecting on whether he had done something wrong.

Either it's too abrupt, or Xia Xia's steel pipe is straight.

She didn't want to believe that it was the latter, but when she thought of the higher possibility of the latter, she was enveloped in despair and couldn't breathe.

Xia Lan was greedy for her embrace, and the more she cried, the tighter she hugged her, her head was resting on her shoulder, and she choked up and said, "I'm not good at all, don't like me."

"..."

"You go to someone else."

"I beg you--"

The rubbish accumulated for more than ten years kept venting, and Xia Lan could no longer control herself, and she could no longer display her superb acting skills. She cried out hoarsely, feeling very tired and hard.

Qiao Lu: "...?!"

That was the first time Qiao Lu really knew Xia Lan.

No disgust, no disgust, no contempt.The glass doll is more fragile than she imagined, so it needs to be taken care of more carefully. She loves her, loves everything about her, no matter what she looks like.

The two are closer than ever, but only a little.

Xia Lan still refused to spend half a dime from her, and would still blush nervously when she hugged her, but she was able to hold her hand and take her arm naturally.

The only regret is that I can't accept her kiss. Kiss.

Qiao Lu is gentle and patient, guides carefully, spends a lot of time with her, and tells her with actions that she loves her, and she is surrounded by love, so she doesn't need to be afraid.

Her Xia Xia is very obedient, never loses her temper, never willful, never acts, but she has never acted like a baby to her, never said love to her, or even showed her concern in front of her.

Lost occasionally.

Qiao Lu often wondered what made him fall into it, so resolute.

Probably because, every time Xia Xia sees her, her sluggish eyes glow with joy, the corners of her straight mouth raise a deep arc, and her expressionless face immediately becomes vivid, she knows that Xia Xia hides her feelings in her heart .

Her strawberry-flavored glass doll, dare not say anything, dare not ask for anything.

Later, Xia Xia was willing to share a little bit of her thoughts with her.

"Growing up, I couldn't get most of the things I wanted. Once I expressed my desire, I would be abused and humiliated by my parents, so I got used to saying 'no', 'don't' and 'it's okay'. Those who don’t want to fight for it are easy to persuade themselves to give up.”

"Because as long as you convince yourself, it won't be so uncomfortable, and everything will be logical."

"Actually, I'm just a child who hasn't grown up."

On a windy night, Qiao Lu sat on the balcony with Xia Lan in his arms, his glass was lighted and the candles were shining, and he was slightly drunk.Xu Shi was a little drunk, and when she got excited, Xia Lan took the initiative to talk about many things in the past.

Everything seemed unbelievable and unimaginable to Qiao Lu.

She is a child who grew up in a happy and harmonious family. She is materially rich and has a strong heart. She knows that she cannot fully empathize with her, but she can try her best to understand, respect, and listen.

"Then you won't grow up." Qiao Lu stroked her hair and said, "You won't be happy when you grow up."

"fool."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Xia Lan's drinking capacity is extremely poor, a small glass of beer can be put on her face, not to mention drinking half a bottle of red wine at this moment, she feels that she is flying up, and she is about to go to the universe and turn into dust.

Her eyes were blurred, and her eyes were full of water, and her cheeks were stained with enchanting bright crimson, full of charming and dusty.

The so-called contrast is extremely delicious.

Qiao Lu's throat slipped, he tightened his arms, lowered his eyes to stare at her jelly-like lips, and carefully kissed her.

Originally, I just wanted to stop, but the breath gradually became entangled and deepened|penetrated, and I couldn't help it.

Xia Lan didn't hide, and even responded clumsily and jerkyly, her face was no longer red, because she was still ashamed of wine.

This is a big step, and they have crossed it.

Qiao Lu was overwhelmed with surprise, and her heart burned, wanting to get more, she reached out her hand tentatively, gently|softly and slowly, step by step.A small video automatically played in her mind, substituting Xia Xia, and she immediately became self-taught.

It's just a piece of clothing corner.

Xia Lan was like a mimosa, she curled up immediately after being touched, and pressed her hand, "I...I can't..."

She can't.

She couldn't present herself unreservedly in front of one person, even if that person was Qiao Lu, whom she treasured in her heart, it didn't matter who the other person was, even if it was only herself, that strong sense of shame would not be enough. Allow her to look at herself for a second, let alone try to please herself.

She still hated herself so much, from head to toe, from body to heart.

This obstacle will never be overcome, unless she immediately loses her memory and cannot remember the past for the rest of her life, then she can reconcile with herself.

At the same time, she also knew that if she continued like this, she was depriving Qiao Lu of her happiness.

Go find someone else.

As soon as the thought popped up, Xia Lan couldn't stop trembling, her body curled up in self-loathing, but her arms hugged Qiao Lu tightly.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." She said many sorrys.

Qiao Lu didn't panic this time, just hugged her and smiled, patted her stiff back, and comforted her gently: "It's okay, baby, I'm teasing you, don't hit me."

How could Xia Lan not know that she was comforting herself, so she cooperatively suppressed her awkward emotions, pretended to be angry and punched her, useless.

"What did you... call me?"

"Baby." Qiao Lu leaned close to her ear and whispered, "How is it, is the meat numb? Is it earthy?"

"..."

Xia Lan had goose bumps all over her body.

Glass dolls are not perfect, and even have many flaws.

After Qiao Lu knew this fact, his heart became softer day by day, as if he had taken a medicine. When he saw Xia Xia, he melted into trickling spring|water and blended into sticky|thick honey. He couldn't tolerate others in his eyes and heart.

She gradually got tired of being an artist and the tight schedule that came with it, so she turned off many activities and only stayed at home with Xia Xia, writing songs for her little strawberry.

When Xia Xia draws a picture, she writes a song. The two are constantly inspired, which is the fusion of music and art.

The agent felt something was wrong and asked her what was going on, and she told the truth.

"What? You—"

Li Lan didn't expect her to be so frank. The amount of information was a bit large, and she couldn't accept it all at once, so she had to digest it slowly.

"Aren't you a straight girl? Have you ever talked about a boyfriend?"

The man on the sofa crossed his legs, raised his eyelids lazily, and said casually: "I don't care about sex when I date, only whether I like it or not."

"Qiao Lu, I'm warning you, if you fire CP, you must fire CP. You must not be serious. Don't think that society accepts homosexuality so much."

The "Giraffe" CP was speculated the year before last, and the popularity has continued to this day. Even though Shi Jinzhi's public coming out was not affected, Li Lan thought that she was following the trend of her best friend.

Qiao Lu sneered, stretched out his slender middle finger, and brushed the dust off his clothes, "You think I care?"

"Yes, you don't care. It's not a problem if you go back to inherit the family property and start your own entertainment company, but that little girl doesn't care? Once the matter is exposed, have you ever thought about what she will bear?"

Artists with a background are indeed more arrogant, but they have never seen such a crazy one. Li Lan was so angry with her attitude that his brain ached, and his temples throbbed.

Qiao Lu glanced at her coldly, and said in a low voice, "No one should think of her."

"Grandma, what's wrong with you, being gay with your best friend? It doesn't matter if she hangs out in Europe and America, what about you? You don't want your own career at all? You're 30 years old and your mind is so unclear... ..."

The bedroom door was ajar, with a gap leaking, and the quarrel became louder and louder.

Xia Lan was standing by the stairs with a water glass in her hand, she could hear every word clearly.

I don't know when Xia Lan began to avoid Qiao Lu deliberately.

As in the past, she went out very early in the morning and came back very late at night, pushing away every missed hug, avoiding every passionate kiss|kiss, trying to avoid eye contact, and talking less.

The man cared and asked, and was still gentle, even though he had already noticed her neglect.

Xia Lan felt more and more guilty, and with the quarrel that day lingering in her mind, she felt that she was not worthy of Qiao Lu, and she was immersed in self-blame every day.

The soil irrigated by the black air nourished the seeds of anxiety, and eventually grew into towering trees, blooming desperate flowers and bearing extreme fruits.

Her strengths are ruthlessness, extreme ruthlessness.

Love, such a sacred and pure thing, should not be defiled by her, it should be put on the pillar of shame, and use shame to strip yourself from love, and then roll away and never touch it again.

"I want to move back in."

After deliberating for a long time, finally on this day, Xia Lan plucked up the courage to talk to Qiao Lu.She didn't dare to look her in the eyes, and took out the most exquisite acting skills in her life, trying her best to act calmly.

Actually she didn't want to.

She couldn't bear to leave this person, her smile, her eyes, her tenderness and love.

Qiao Lu just came back from the company and had a big fight with his manager and senior executives. He was in an unprecedentedly bad mood. Because he thought that Xia Xia was waiting for him at home, he gradually calmed down all the way. Before entering the door, he cleaned up all bad moods, fearing that it would affect her glass doll .

And these words were like a bolt from the blue.

Her smile froze on her lips, and she asked softly, "Why?"

The girl buried her head very low, and her dense eyelids drooped to cover all her emotions. This feeling of being unpredictable was really terrible, and it actually made her feel a little uneasy.

"To complete a painting...living alone is more inspiring..." Xia Lan muttered, twisting her hands together.

She lied.

There are no paintings, she just wants to go.

Qiao Lu's face was slightly stiff, his eyebrows twitched, and he sighed: "Xia Xia, don't lie to me."

"I do not have--"

Even if she is seen through, she must persevere to the end. This is probably the thickest moment in Xia Lan's life. She suddenly raised her head, pursed her lips, and looked at Qiao Lu stubbornly.

Qiao Lu looked at her quietly, saw his tired face in those eyes, and suddenly remembered these days when he was neglected for no reason, unable to figure out anything, like a funny clown, thinking everything was so ridiculous.

Xia Xia, the glass doll she carefully protects, can chat and giggle with others while holding her mobile phone, but she turns a blind eye to herself.

However, she has no position to complain.

They have nothing to do with each other.

"it is good."

Qiao Lu laughed suddenly, raised his head and blinked for a while, looked down at the toe of the shoe for a while, smiled and huddled his eyebrows, which was uglier than crying, full of irony.

"Leave as you want, this is your freedom."

After speaking, she passed Xia Lan and entered the room without looking back.

Xia Lan froze in place, something in her heart shattered with a "snap", tears poured out of her eyes.