Chapter 27 Section VI
When Shangguan Jue'er first tasted the verge of collapse, she was filming "The Merry Girl".In the play, I want to play a courtesan. Because I really love the rich young master, I want to break through the barrier of fate and find true happiness; Forced by a serious illness, in desperation, she and the courtesan die in love.Shangguan Jue'er watched this movie script for the first time, and she saw tears streaming down her face, so she continued without thinking.But when the photos were taken, the scandal about her being taken care of by Shi Fengde began to spread wildly. Tabloid reporters squatted at her residence day and night. In desperation, she went to stay in a hotel for a few days, but they finally found her again.So the newspaper wrote even more ugly, saying that she and her secret lover had a room in the hotel to have sex day and night, which made her almost faint with anger.
According to Tang Hui's words: "Since you have done this business, you must have these mental preparations. Don't listen to what others say. The key is whether you are doing it for granted..."
As soon as he uttered the words "natural and righteous", he regretted it endlessly, but it was too late.She really stuck to that sentence, turned her head and said with a smile: "What things do you think are natural and just for me?"
He couldn't answer, he just felt that Little Hu Die—or Jin Yuxian's soul was breathing on his shoulders, and he vaguely thought that she was still alive, hiding in the dark, monitoring his every move, including his infatuation with Shangguan Jue'er .That blood was once used on that dead soul, and there was another woman...
For the past few days, Shangguan Jue'er knew that she couldn't go home, so she and Tang Hui attended a party at the Paramount Ballroom.Her fox fur shawl was getting bigger and bigger, it could already cover half of her face, but she still refused to take it off, and only put it on her arm when Tang Hui invited her to the dance floor.
"Why not remove it? I'll hand it to the waiter for you?" Tang Hui held her hands in long lace gloves.
"No, I'm a little cold." Her thick black eye shadow almost buried her eyes in the haze, and she couldn't tell whether it was sadness or joy.
He held her hand, feeling that the coldness of her body had passed to him through the lace and silk.
The Royal Garden Hotel is not like a hotel, it retains some of the grandeur of the royal back garden.It was also the first time for Tang Hui to come in. Shangguan Jue'er led him through the courtyard full of withered roses and golden holly, and into the European-style house.
The room that Shangguan Jue'er booked was the "Red Room".The red velvet curtains, the red-bottomed Persian-patterned carpet, and even the lampshade beside the bed looked bright and flowing. Standing inside, one felt as if surrounded by a wet and warm vagina.Tang Hui was lost for a moment, until Shangguan Jue'er's lips touched him, enveloping him in a deeper hunger and thirst.
He finally saw her nude body rendered pale pink by the light, and it turned out that some parts were not what he imagined.There is a halo pink aftertaste around the hazel nipples, and the lower belly is dazzlingly white, kissing along the slightly convex lines there, you can kiss a small birthmark on the left side.Her movements were a little urgent, as if she was forcibly stuffing him into her body. It was still dry, so she couldn't help but screamed when he entered.He hesitated a little, but saw her press her forehead to his chest with tears in her eyes, as if she wanted to grasp some joy that had been away from her for many years.He couldn't bear to enter again, and wanted to use caress instead of encroachment, but she seemed to go crazy and kept tightening her grip. He had never been so hesitant, but he wanted to have it all, and never give up...
Tang Hui is no stranger to Xiangyan, but the entanglement with Shangguan Jue'er makes him feel extremely alienated. He knows that her heart is not here, but has drifted away with lust and dry lower body, and even the pain of heartbroken heart is gone. It never brought her back to consciousness.Thinking of this level, he couldn't help being a little annoyed. His masculine dignity made him involuntarily want to cut off his affection for her, even though she was looking at him helplessly.
Ever since, they sank each other in this "red sea".
He finally got up and went into the bathroom to wash. She was still lying on the soft quilt, showing no intention of moving.He put on his nightgown and came out, seeing her sleeping posture was very bleak, so he wanted to wake her up and say some comforting words to her.But for some reason, he suppressed the impulse again, sat back on the chair, and looked at her face stained red by the curtains.The blood was so fake, he almost wanted to kiss her disguise away, but he stood up, changed his clothes, and was ready to leave.
She remained motionless, sleeping like a baby, as if his going or staying had nothing to do with her.So the moment he closed the door, the noise he made was extremely light, for fear that if he touched it loudly, the dream would be shattered.
Whose dream is it?He hadn't had time to think about it yet.All I know is that he will never come back after leaving.
The air of late autumn stabbed out like a frost sword, piercing through Shangguan Jue'er's body. Sitting in the rickshaw, she felt that thousands of knives were killing her.She thought that sex could numb and relax her, but she didn't want the pain to become clearer, and it almost cost her half her life.In the early hours of the morning, even the tabloid reporters would probably not follow her up. Only at this time of day can she be free. When she passes by the shop windows of foreign firms, she can still look inside to see if there are any styles of clothing she likes.She no longer needs to hide here and there, men, fame and fortune have nothing to do with her at this moment, she only needs to enjoy a moment of quiet chill is enough. "Where are you going?" asked the coachman. Without even thinking about it, she reported an address, and felt a little regretful, and wanted to change it, but the driver had already towed the car and drove a long way away. It seemed that she would never look back on this decision.She had to sit like this, letting fate drag her in that direction. Now, apart from there, she really can't think of any other place to go. In the "comfortable nest" that Shi Fengde bought for her, the green radishes on the second-floor western-style building could no longer move, only a few dry wires were left hanging on the bamboo frame, and the celosia in the corner of the courtyard shrank into a ball of gray paper in the night. Very decadent, but the window is still lit with a bean full of hope. "Mother, are you still asleep?" She pushed open the door, and smelled the sweet smell of food. "I don't know when you will come back, so I waited a little later every day, and today it really came." Mama came out of the kitchen, wrapped her hands in a rag and took out a porcelain porridge jar. She forced a smile, but she was crying in her heart: "Okay, I happen to be too hungry. Is this porridge sweet or salty?" "Osmanthus honey porridge, sweet, it's not good to cook salty porridge now." Mom quickly lifted the lid, and a gust of hot air came out. She quickly put her face close to the hot air, the tip of her nose turned red immediately, and the circles of her eyes also warmed up.She hurriedly filled a bowl for herself, picked it up and was about to go upstairs. "I'll go upstairs to eat, and I'll fall asleep right away." As she walked, she suppressed the choking in her throat.It was just now that I realized that I was an ominous person, otherwise, why would all the good things in her hands turn into bad things in the end?Probably because she has too little predestined relationship with this world, that's why she is hated here. Thinking of this floor, she was unable to lift her legs, so she had to hold on to the stairs, and was in a daze. "What's the matter?" Mama called downstairs, pulling her back from her sad thoughts. "No...it's nothing." Her hand holding the porridge bowl was shaking, but she picked up her steps and went straight to the room. After entering the room, it was colder than she expected, so she turned on the light to check, only to find that the French door to the balcony was not closed, and the wind was pouring in freely from there.She hurried forward to close it, and the whistling sound was blocked from the door. She sat in front of the vanity mirror with a dull expression, picked up the porridge and took a bite, the taste was sweet and sweet, very warming the stomach, so she took another bite, and another bite... The mother downstairs put the porridge jar into the thermos, washed her hands and was about to go to bed, but she heard creaking footsteps upstairs. "Why are you down again?" "Wash the dishes away." She responded softly, but Mama sounded a little hairy. "Don't wash it, put it in the morning." She came up to take the bowl in her daughter's hand, and found her daughter's hand was extremely hot, so she took it over and held it, and said with a smile, "Are your hands really hot?" Unexpectedly, my daughter withdrew her hand, covered her nose and started coughing, coughing for a long time without stopping. "Would you like some tea?" Mama went to wring a towel and brought a cup of hot tea to the table, but she couldn't care less about picking it up. The mother was a little anxious, and went to pat her daughter on the back. With this pat, the daughter fell to the ground, her hands still covering her mouth and nose, and blood continued to seep from her fingers. "My dear daughter, what's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter?" Mom was at a loss, holding the towel in her hand, she just wanted to press back the red liquid flowing out of her daughter's nasal cavity as soon as possible, as if this could restore her rapidly passing memory. life. "Mum, save me! Help me—" Shangguan Jue'er finally let go of her hands, revealing a messy face soaked in blood. She kept scratching the air, and her curly hair, which had been carefully combed, was dry and clotted with blood and sweat, sticking to her forehead.
The air of late autumn stabbed out like a frost sword, piercing through Shangguan Jue'er's body. Sitting in the rickshaw, she felt that thousands of knives were killing her.She thought that sex could numb and relax her, but she didn't want the pain to become clearer, and it almost cost her half her life.In the early hours of the morning, even the tabloid reporters would probably not follow her up. Only at this time of day can she be free. When she passes by the shop windows of foreign firms, she can still look inside to see if there are any styles of clothing she likes.She no longer needs to hide here and there, men, fame and fortune have nothing to do with her at this moment, she only needs to enjoy a moment of quiet chill is enough. "Where are you going?" asked the coachman. Without even thinking about it, she reported an address, and felt a little regretful, and wanted to change it, but the driver had already towed the car and drove a long way away. It seemed that she would never look back on this decision.She had to sit like this, letting fate drag her in that direction. Now, apart from there, she really can't think of any other place to go. In the "comfortable nest" that Shi Fengde bought for her, the green radishes on the second-floor western-style building could no longer move, only a few dry wires were left hanging on the bamboo frame, and the celosia in the corner of the courtyard shrank into a ball of gray paper in the night. Very decadent, but the window is still lit with a bean full of hope. "Mother, are you still asleep?" She pushed open the door, and smelled the sweet smell of food. "I don't know when you will come back, so I waited a little later every day, and today it really came." Mama came out of the kitchen, wrapped her hands in a rag and took out a porcelain porridge jar. She forced a smile, but she was crying in her heart: "Okay, I happen to be too hungry. Is this porridge sweet or salty?" "Osmanthus honey porridge, sweet, it's not good to cook salty porridge now." Mom quickly lifted the lid, and a gust of hot air came out. She quickly put her face close to the hot air, the tip of her nose turned red immediately, and the circles of her eyes also warmed up.She hurriedly filled a bowl for herself, picked it up and was about to go upstairs. "I'll go upstairs to eat, and I'll fall asleep right away." As she walked, she suppressed the choking in her throat.It was just now that I realized that I was an ominous person, otherwise, why would all the good things in her hands turn into bad things in the end?Probably because she has too little predestined relationship with this world, that's why she is hated here. Thinking of this floor, she was unable to lift her legs, so she had to hold on to the stairs, and was in a daze. "What's the matter?" Mama called downstairs, pulling her back from her sad thoughts. "No...it's nothing." Her hand holding the porridge bowl was shaking, but she picked up her steps and went straight to the room. After entering the room, it was colder than she expected, so she turned on the light to check, only to find that the French door to the balcony was not closed, and the wind was pouring in freely from there.She hurried forward to close it, and the whistling sound was blocked from the door. She sat in front of the vanity mirror with a dull expression, picked up the porridge and took a bite, the taste was sweet and sweet, very warming the stomach, so she took another bite, and another bite... The mother downstairs put the porridge jar into the thermos, washed her hands and was about to go to bed, but she heard creaking footsteps upstairs. "Why are you down again?" "Wash the dishes away." She responded softly, but Mama sounded a little hairy. "Don't wash it, put it in the morning." She came up to take the bowl in her daughter's hand, and found her daughter's hand was extremely hot, so she took it over and held it, and said with a smile, "Are your hands really hot?" Unexpectedly, my daughter withdrew her hand, covered her nose and started coughing, coughing for a long time without stopping. "Would you like some tea?" Mama went to wring a towel and brought a cup of hot tea to the table, but she couldn't care less about picking it up. The mother was a little anxious, and went to pat her daughter on the back. With this pat, the daughter fell to the ground, her hands still covering her mouth and nose, and blood continued to seep from her fingers. "My dear daughter, what's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter?" Mom was at a loss, holding the towel in her hand, she just wanted to press back the red liquid flowing out of her daughter's nasal cavity as soon as possible, as if this could restore her rapidly passing memory. life. "Mum, save me! Help me—" Shangguan Jue'er finally let go of her hands, revealing a messy face soaked in blood. She kept scratching the air, and her curly hair, which had been carefully combed, was dry and clotted with blood and sweat, sticking to her forehead.