Song Ye's white moonlight stand-in, I'm not right

Chapter 147 He's Dead

Qi Yue crouched on the ground and broke down crying.

It's really ridiculous. Some people confess to you solemnly, saying that you can't do it without you, but secretly, they pretend to be innocent and go to Bai Yueguang.

She randomly folded the half-painted painting and threw it into the trash can. She stood up and sat on the balcony to watch the close-up view of the suburbs for a while, then turned and went back to the bedroom.

Qi Yue slept in the studio all afternoon, tossing and turning, her eyes were always moist, she cried for a long time, and began to reflect on their emotions these days while crying.

Song Yan still found her at night.

Qi Yue opened the door, and she looked at the person standing outside the door indifferently.

"Tooth,..."

Qi Yue has never felt disgusted by the name "Yaya". At this moment, she felt a little nauseous.

She was very tired, so tired that she didn't know what kind of expression to face the man who was pulling her to explain, and she couldn't bear to listen to his explanation.

"Yesterday you..."

Qi Yue interrupted her impatiently: "What happened to me yesterday? Do you want to tell me that what I saw yesterday was not true, or you were just confused yesterday? Or you were eating what was in the bowl and looking at what was in the pot. Neither of you want to let go?"

"Song Yan, self-knowledge is the most important thing in a person. If you are too greedy, you will often get nothing."

"You are pathetic."

In the last sentence, she said extremely calmly and indifferently: "Fortunately, you are not my husband."

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, and the words of explanation were all stuck in his throat, he couldn't move up and down, and it was uncomfortable to hold back.

"It's a good thing you're not my husband." Qi Yue looked at him and repeated.

She just opened her mouth, and she denied everything Song Yan had done before.She didn't want to listen to that explanation either.

There are only zero or countless times of derailment. There are always people who feel that domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers, and they will never be able to control their slutty bodies and even spirits.

Looking at him like this, Qi Yue didn't feel any pleasure, only endless heartache.

Song Yan stared at him dumbfounded, not knowing how to explain to get her forgiveness.

"Why don't you listen to my explanation? Does what you see must be true?" Song Yan asked her while grabbing her shoulder.

Qi Yue raised her eyes and met his eyes: "So how do you want me to listen to your explanation? To hear you say why you kissed Qi Huan, or to hear you say that you still have time to meet your Bai Yueguang before such an important performance ?”

Song Yan didn't care about Qi Yue's struggle, and hugged her in his arms: "Qi Yue, I can explain everything."

While pushing him hard, Qi Yue said, "I don't care, Song Yan, I don't care anymore."

I don't care what you want to say, I don't want to listen to your explanation, I gave you so many opportunities, you don't cherish it, now you cherish it, it's too late.

Late affection is more contemptible than grass.

Why didn't she wake up sooner?
It should have been at the beginning, and she shouldn't have looked back.It was her being too greedy that caused this result.

Regardless of her hysteria, Song Yan faintly felt that if she didn't explain today, she would have no chance in the future.

He hugged Qi Yue and said, "Yaya, it was really an accident that I met Qi Huan. Some time ago, she called me and said that you lied to her. I asked her how you lied to her. Qi Huan was alive or not." explain."

The extent of Qi Yue's struggle gradually became smaller, so in the end, did she lift a rock and shoot herself in the foot?
Song Yan noticed her change, and continued: "Later she begged me to help her, saying that she wanted to meet and chat with me."

"I rejected her, but yesterday, she didn't know how to find the set, so I thought, I simply cut her off, and went to Jiangfeng Hotel with her."

"I don't know why you came here, why Qi Huan suddenly ran over to hug me and kiss me, do you understand now?"

Qi Yue stopped struggling, she had already made up her mind to stay away from Song Yan, but Song Yan still found her, and she didn't seem to want to end like this.

"What about after that? After she kissed you, why didn't you push her away?" Qi Yue asked with a sob.

Song Yan said: "I was too shocked at the moment, but after the shock, I pushed her away."

Qi Yue left yesterday in a fit of anger, and she didn't see what happened afterwards.

She just stubbornly believes in what she sees, and she still proceeds step by step, imagining things.

Qi Yue pushed Song Yan away, this time she pushed away easily, she said: "Don't hug me, I will stay by myself for a while."

Song Yan let go of her, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Qi Yue frowned, she said she wanted to stay alone for a while, but Song Yan insisted on not leaving, Qi Yue lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Song Yan took an inch and walked in, wanting to sit inside.

Qi Yue simply ignored him and took a step back to let him in.

What Song Yan saw when he went in—paintings covering two walls, and the entire side was still only for Song Zhaoyan.

Everyone in the painting is his little uncle who he has seen before.

The wall next to it was covered with landscape paintings, and Song Yan had seen these in postcards from his little uncle.

Song Yan's eyes were red, and his hands were clenched into fists.

Qi Yue leaned against the door to think about the problem, but she didn't know that Song Yan's expression in front of the painting was twisted again and again.

What could be more dramatic than seeing your own uncle in your girlfriend's studio?That probably means seeing myself and my little uncle in my own home.

Song Yan suddenly sneered.

These paintings were originally in Qi Yue's home, but he didn't see them again when he went there. He thought that Qi Yue probably put them away to avoid suspicion, and he didn't ask about them, but he didn't expect that the paintings were now rented and put away properly. , a lot, and it seems that there are even more.

Song Yan's eyes turned red all of a sudden, as if he was about to cry.

Qi Yue, Qi Yue, you stayed out all night because of a misunderstanding, I stayed up all night looking for you, and went to work the next day.

I've been looking for you for so long, but I didn't expect you to hide in a room full of paintings of the person on your heart, and let me look for you all over the world.

Song Yan let go of his fist, and laughed loudly, laughing wildly and aggrievedly.

Qi Yue was startled by his laughter, she raised her head to look at him, Song Yan was looking straight at the painting she hung on the painting.

Qi Yue suddenly felt a little nervous.

"Song Yan..."

Just now Song Yan grabbed her to explain, but now she looks at the painting and doesn't want to explain anything to Song Yan.

She never throws them away, she takes them with her wherever she goes, no matter what.

Song Yan turned to look at her: "Qi Yue, what do you want me to do with you?"

Qi Yue lowered her eyes and didn't want to speak.

"I thought, you put it away. I'm so ridiculous, trying to compare my place in your heart with a dead man."

"Qi Yue, my little uncle is dead!"

"I'm the one who's by your side now!"

"The dead are dead, and the living are still alive. Is it fair to me that you closed yourself in this place? Qi Yue, let me remind you that now, Song Yan is your boyfriend, not Song Zhaoyan."

Qi Yue's throat felt dry and astringent as if someone had set it on fire.

It was like, she got hurt, the wound was bloody at first, she hid somewhere alone to heal it, and then it finally slowly started to stutter.

Just when the wound was about to heal, an unlucky ghost ran over and forcibly tore open the scab on the wound, and the wound began to bleed again.

　Throwing it into the trash can was because she tacitly agreed in her heart that it was not Song Zhaoyan, but Song Yan.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)