Chapter 99: The True Face Behind the Mask

The water level in the bathtub gradually rose, and I didn't wake up until it overflowed.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I have never been to a barbershop to do my hair, and I haven't bought a lot of skin care products at the age when Yuan Meng said that I should pay attention to maintenance. Don't go to the mall or buy clothes that are popular in the season. It's just that you can live a satisfying life with food and clothing as time goes by.

I don't know when, I like to remember the sadness of the passage of time around me, and I like to whisper in the bottom of my heart about those who can't change and are degenerating.

I like to talk to the wall and then answer to myself.

I like to say that life is just like the first sight.

After struggling and wandering, I like to say in the tone of an old man that you should accept all the arrangements given to you by God.

I always smile and agree with the people around me, whether it's Yuan Meng, Di Lan, Ye Yichen or Liu Ziyang. What kind of expression and attitude they have towards me, what will I do to them?

Maybe this is the mutual reward of emotions between people.

Sometimes I feel that even those six pure monks can't escape their selfish desires, so they use the unsubstantial reason to cut off the so-called three thousand troubles.

For each other's tiny circle of life, we are independent and a complete individual. But for this world, we are as small as a grain of dust.

These thin and insignificant children's private affairs. Love and hatred will be diluted as soon as these times pass. Why is it always so buzzing like a fly seeing a rotten egg and not tired?

I stood up carefully from the slippery floor of the bathroom with crutches, then slowly sat on the edge of the bathtub, slowly put my legs in, and finally soaked my whole body in the warm water.

Ye Yichen, I seem to have been poisoned by him. As long as the surroundings are quiet, I will unconsciously think of him, his enchanting smile, frivolous behavior, untrustworthy words and deeds, and a serious persistent and heartache.

I feel that I am sick. Like the last life-saving straw caught by falling from a cliff, I can't let myself fall. The grass is swaying, sometimes swinging with the wind, and sometimes it seems to slide down slightly as if it can't bear my weight, loosening the thin soil of the roots, with a faint sense of teasing.

I shook my head and soaked my body in water.

"Grum..." bubbles burst out of the water and then burst in the air.

I have never dared to open my eyes in the water. I don't know if I'm afraid of the astringent texture of the water entering the bottom of my eyes, or I'm afraid of seeing the film reflected by the sparkling water lines, another distorted world.

I closed my eyes and immersed myself in a piece of artificial darkness. I reached out and touched the uneven scars on my legs. I soaked in the bottom of the water for too long, and some scars had been soaked and softened. The touch seemed to break if I was not careful, and then there was a bloody, even disgusting scene that I couldn't even think of.

With a 'bang', I suddenly came out of the water, probably for too long. After coming out, I gasped and breathed enough air outside.

Water droplets slide down the cheeks along the hair, flow into the eyes, absorb the warmth of the body, and then come out of the eyes. It's like tears after secondary processing.

I reached out and touched it, and Yu Wen was still there.

It seems that I haven't cried for a long time. My body has adapted to and can withstand the pressure of the world, rejection, and the strange eyes of strangers, and the surrounding events that shock people who are not familiar with us.

Like the tears of a crocodile, it is no longer real, so the outflow is just a hypocrisy in line with the world...

" Luo Lin, you have been washing for a long time, can you not drown..." Yuan Meng's impatient cry came from outside the bathroom.

I responded angrily, and then applied a little bath liquid and came out.

Every day, Yuan Meng and Di Lan sleep during the day and go out at night. At dinner, they talked to me about the countless handsome men they saw when they were soaking in the bar, such as the rich second generation, the second generation of officials, and those empty-faced but not rich faces that made them grin.

And contrary to them, I only hang out with Ye Yichen during the day and return to the hotel after dark. Even if I want to go to those places where Ye Yichen sings at night, he will pull me back. It's like a big dog holding a puppy, biting its neck and dragging you away like a cub.

"Dream, as a married man, you can't be so depraved. Your Yang doll will bite the sheet and hide in the corner of the wall and cry at night. I pretended to be pitiful and looked at Yuan Meng with a napkin.

"The truth of learning!" Di Lan stared at me with big eyes and admiration. It seems that I am an imitation expert.

This also succeeded in making Yuan Meng, who had not yet punched me fiercely, successfully transferred his attention and hot temper to Di Lan.

Di Lan rubbed her head knocked by Yuan Meng, and her eyes lit up as if she suddenly remembered something: "That's right, being knocked by Mengmeng is a reminder to me. Sister Luolin, let me tell you something.

"What's the matter?" I was smiling and watching their joy when Di Lan suddenly looked at me seriously. For the girl, it is not easy to have a serious state for 365 days a year.

"I'll tell you." Di Lan hooked his hand at me with a mysterious face and motioned me to listen.

"Just say it."

I smiled and patted her seductive little hand aside.

"Sister Luolin, when Mengmeng and I play in the bar these days, we always see a person frequently."

Di Lan deliberately lowered her voice, making the mysterious mystery like a ghost story for everyone who is necessary for the summer gallbladder test.

"Hmm?" I answered perfunctorily while eating blankly.

"Oh, Sister Luolin, you really don't have any mood at all!" Di Lan looked at me with a disappointed face, as if I was not attracted by her mystery, which was simply against her enthusiasm.

"Okay, I'll tell you directly. In fact, Mengmeng and I saw a person very similar to senior Yi Chen these days in the bar.

"What do you think, Ye Yichen? He is at the bar at night? I doubted whether I heard it wrong and emphasized asking Di Lan about it.

"Yes, it's senior Yi Chen. In fact, I'm not sure if it's him, but I can vaguely see him there every night. Sometimes on the bar, sometimes on the stage of the bar, and..."

Speaking of this, Di Lan suddenly hesitated not to describe it in detail, but vaguely. But no matter how much she said, she can't escape one key point, that is, Ye Yichen travels through the red and green every night. Accompany me during the day, change into another skin at night, and go to a world that has nothing to do with me to do something unknown.

At least in Di Lan's description, I vaguely feel this way.

"What else?" I care about the hidden paragraphs of everyone's words, so I continue to ask questions.

"It's nothing. Maybe we just misread it. You know that the bar is always dim, and the place is noisy and messy. Everyone has many eyes. Maybe it's not surprising that anyone will be wrong after drinking too much wine."

Di Lan continued to hide what he didn't say just now, but kept prevaricate me with words.

"Well, whatever he does, that boy himself is not a good guy, a prodigal." Yuan Meng continued to eat after expressing his opinions with a disdain face.

"You used to shout excitedly when you were in Minghan, ah, so handsome!" I learned from her nymphomaniac appearance when she first saw Ye Yichen at Minghan's school celebration.

"Dream, it turns out that you are also... tut." Di Lan seemed to have caught Yuan Meng's little braids, with a bad smile hanging on her face and couldn't help poking her mouth.

"Cut, that's called youth, do you understand! Youth always looks blindfold at any boy and calls him handsome. Otherwise, do you think a flower in my tennis club will like Liu Ziyang?

Yuan Meng shamelessly began to put gold on his face to cover up his history of nymphomania, and every time he boasted about himself, he took out the innocent Liu Ziyang to set off himself.

"Return to the tennis club. I think you are a tennis club." After Di Lan finished speaking, we laughed together.

After dinner, I still can't let go of the words of Di Lan and Yuan Meng.

The word wandered out of Yuan Meng's mouth and then fell on Ye Yichen's head. This always makes me feel strange. He is indeed a rare man with a good face, and there is a trace of irresistible demonism between his eyebrows, which really makes ordinary girls easily fascinated by him.

But in my heart, I feel that it is a little unusual to say this from Di Lan and Yuan Meng, and there must be something unspeakable in it.

So, I decided to go out with Yuan Meng tonight to see if the person they saw was Ye Yichen or someone else.

The night is deep, and I have been dreaming for a long time. Now he is pushed by them with Yuan Meng and Di Lan and strode through the crowd of this bar.

People here say more or less. During this period, they have long become regular customers here and even have their own fixed seats. From time to time, someone came to talk to me, and then was invited to dance, drink, and then laughed inexplicably.

I don't know what's funny about this, and I suspect that their laughter must have grown on their navel. Obviously, there is nothing particularly interesting, but they are so excited. I think it is probably the effect of alcohol and the sense of inner sufficientness created by the dim lights here.

I told them to leave me alone and play as usual. I also ordered a glass of juice and stayed quietly in the corner of their permanent sofa, looking around the surrounding environment, which was also disturbed by the noisy music and the noise between people.

Just when I was anxious in the bottom of my heart and my brain seemed to be stirred by a stick, I saw the very Ye Yichen-like figure in Di Lan's mouth flashing in the corner not far away.

In such a chaotic environment and the flashing lights, it is difficult for me to determine whether that person is Ye Yichen. So I got up and left my seat and rowed my wheelchair to slowly approach the inconspicuous corner where even the lights were blurred.

"Bum..."

With a crisp sound of breaking the glass, the juice slipped to the ground from its hand and shattered...

Maybe the sound is so small that it is easily covered by the noisy music, and the people who are dancing and chatting here will not notice the small sound at all.

But the person leaning on the corner sofa heard the sound. Maybe I was really close to him. Even if there was no interference from this sound, I think they would wake up from the lingering after a while, and then found that I had been watching quietly.

And the moment he saw me, his body and expression were dull like a wooden doll that had just been given a soul. He stared at me in a daze and moved the corners of his mouth, but made no sound. The juice sprinkled under his feet flowed slowly, and the color could not be seen in the light.

"luo, Luolin..."

He finally stammered out my name. Without this sound, maybe I can still lie to myself that I have read it wrong, or there are really two people who are so similar in the world.

"Yi Chen, what's wrong with you? Why did you stop..." The woman under him slowly got up with a charming face, and then lazily wrapped around Ye Yichen's waist, and her head naturally clung to his shoulder.

Her face turned slightly red. I don't know if she had just drunk too much wine or did something that would make people ashamed.

And Ye Yichen's neck also has several shallow, pink lip prints...