Eternal Burning

But after escaping, the outside world is not beautiful. I wandered everywhere, worked underworld jobs, lived on overpasses, and picked up trash. Can you imagine the days when you have to pick up other people's leftovers when picking up trash?

At this time, nothing seems appropriate. I didn't say anything, just shook my head.

Although he had a smile on his face and seemed to have forgotten the pain of the past, I could still feel it from his few words—he did not forget, he was still haunted by those experiences, and his memory was still fresh.

I was born in an ordinary family, with both parents and harmonious relatives. I am not rich, but I am not poor either. Before the age of 20, I was just the most ordinary group of people in this world. What he said was something I would never think about, involve in, or encounter.

One day, I was so hungry that I couldn’t take it anymore, so I thought, arrest me, even if I go to jail, anyway, I have a place to sleep and a full meal, which is better than being outside. He mixed the two colors together, looked at the canvas for a moment, made a stroke, and then I smashed the glass of the car. The car was very expensive at first glance. Get the driver soon.

I didn't want to run away, so I just stood there waiting to be caught by him. The driver saw that I was young and didn't know what to do with me, so he turned around and asked the boss. Who is that boss, you should be able to guess?

...Mr. Shang? I guessed.

Fang Qinian nodded: At that time I was seventeen years old, I was shorter than I am now, very thin, and I hadn't cut my hair for a long time, I looked like a girl.

Instead of calling the police, he took me home, gave me something to eat, gave me a room to live in, and corrupted my heart with everything that I used to think was out of reach. Three days later, he asked me, do you want to stay? He can continue to let me live this life, or even a better life, for a small price.

When he said this, I have a vague hunch that this may be the reason why he is now disguised as a woman.

He gave me a women's outfit and made me appear as a woman in front of him from now on. At the time, I thought he was very perverted and wanted to sleep with me. But he said he wouldn't want me to do anything else, and he wasn't interested in men. He only made such a request because I looked like his deceased wife. If I'm not interested, I can leave completely.

He tilted his head and stepped back to look at his painting. He seemed quite satisfied. He threw the palette and paintbrush aside, and stood up lazily.

But look, how can I leave? ' He pressed the remote again, and the paused fugue in G minor played again. He opened his arms and danced like a light bird to Bach's music.

I've been chasing such a life all my life, not to mention pretending to be a woman, I'm willing to pretend to be a dog or a pig. The smile on his face was even stronger, but it came from the heart, without any reluctance, so it became what you see now. You are the first 'outsider' to know this, and I am very happy to be able to put this I tell you, I've been holding on too long.

Then your wedding is... It's just a stand-in, why risk a wedding? And what about that movie he made when he was nineteen?

Looking at it now, the stage name Si Ying should have another meaning. Si Ying, Si Ying, whose shadow is it? Is he really... willing?

Fang Qinian stopped dancing and was a little surprised that I hit the point like this, but he still answered for me: He and I 'married' just because he owed his wife a wedding and he wanted to make up for it. You know, they've been together since they were teenagers, and the day Mr. Shang's marriage was revealed to be hidden was also the day he quit the entertainment industry.

Of course I know, that was the big news of the year, and even if you are not familiar with the entertainment industry, you must have heard a little about it.

He loves her like crazy. It was his moonlight, his goddess, the red rose that was the most beautiful in his heart. Me and him, we get what we need. Everyone in this family is not normal, you just get used to it. The last sentence is like a warning, but also like a relief.

This family is indeed abnormal, and the depression makes people breathless. Shang Yunrou may be the most normal existence among them.

But the normal that is born out of the abnormal is really normal?

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, I was going to be driven crazy by this family.

Arabidopsis, are you in there?

Just when I was having a headache over all this, Shang Muxiao's voice sounded outside the door.

I moved slightly, looking towards the studio door.

There was no fully closed wooden door, only a small gap left, but Shang Muxiao did not push the door in.

He doesn't like it here and will never come in. Fang Qinian pointed to a French imperial concubine in the corner covered with a blanket and filled with various paint pots, where Mrs. Shang committed suicide.

The room was clearly warm and bright as before, but I felt so cold all of a sudden, and there were tiny pimples on my skin.

I... I'll go first, talk to you next time. I nodded slightly towards Fang Qinian and quickly left the studio.