Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 150 Reunion

the next day.

Song Xiaolin got up early in the morning, busy with makeup and choosing dresses.

Tonight's banquet can be described as a gathering of celebrities.

Located in Tianchen Hotel.

The long red carpet is laid from the parking place of the guests to the entrance of the clubhouse decorated with glass. The lights from all angles set off the brilliance of the whole hotel. There are white flower balls in full bloom on both sides of the hall, chasing the light. Stop shooting, the night is like day.

She walked the red carpet calmly, smiling beautifully and generously under the high-definition camera.

After greeting the brand organizer, I sat down in a corner.

Ji Yu walked through the crowd with two glasses of red wine, and handed her a glass: "Sister Song, Sister Chen said, after greeting the organizer, sit down for a while, and you can leave if you want."

She nodded slightly, took the red wine glass, and took a shallow sip.

The red wine enters the throat, slightly astringent.

At eight o'clock, the banquet hall was dark, and the light blue lights dotted on the glass ceiling flickered on and off. Accompanied by the faint sound of music, the host's voice seemed particularly loud and empty.

The bustling noise of the crowd gradually died down.

At this time, Song Xiaolin gently touched Ji Yu with his elbow, and hooked his fingertips.

Ji Yu understood for a moment, frowned, and hesitated: "Sister Song, this is still at the banquet... What if the paparazzi catches it... that's bad."

Hearing this, she put the wine glass on the table, and glanced at the exit of the clubhouse, "It's okay, everyone is here now, I'll go to the rooftop to take it."

"This……"

"give me."

"..."

In the end, Ji Yu finally compromised. He took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, quietly placed them in her hands in the dim light, and put the cashmere coat on her shoulders. Still not at ease, he could only repeat: : "Sister Song, don't go too long, remember to come back early."

If Sister Chen found out about this, she would have to take a layer of skin off her.

"Ah."

Song Xiaolin got up and walked out of the banquet hall.

The noisy voices behind her were far away, and she walked slowly towards the rooftop with her dress in her arms.

The light on the rooftop is even darker than the light in the banquet hall, and only a few figures can be vaguely seen standing in the moonlight, surrounded by the bright night scene in the distance and the busy traffic in the street downstairs, which is a little more beautiful under the beautiful scenery. poetic.

She walked to the glass fence, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and wiped the lighter. The flame illuminated her face for a moment, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, fluttering like a flower fairy dancing in the dark.

The wind was a little strong, so she leaned closer to light the fire.

Finally, the cigarette was lit.

Then, Song Xiaolin lazily leaned against the side of the railing, holding the cigarette between his fingers, took a shallow puff, but felt depressed for a long time before exhaling lightly.

To be honest, she never thought that one day she would smoke.

But her addiction to smoking is not great.

Just smoke a stick or two now and then.

She just suddenly felt that her chest was stuffy and she couldn't breathe, so she wanted to come to the rooftop to enjoy the cold wind and smoke a cigarette to calm down.

She thought that in a noisy environment, she would have no spare energy to miss that person, but no, the more noisy, the more she missed that person.

Just because this is Beicheng.

When the wind blew, there happened to be a piece of broken hair that caught her eyes, and she gently parted the strand of hair with her fingertips.

When I turned my head, I saw the snowflakes falling all over the sky.

It's snowing in Beicheng.

Back then, she went to France before she had time to wait for the first snow in Beicheng.

Now, on the second day after she came back, it was snowing in this city.

Is this snow also to welcome her?

But the one who was even more amazing than Xue was the person a few meters away.

Song Xiaolin's eyes froze in vain.

She even didn't feel the slightest cold when the snowflake slipped into her skin from the collar.

At that moment, it had nothing to do with Fengyue.

She was only willing to keep her wandering eyes for him.

Unexpectedly, the person buried in the ditch of memory and never forgetting was standing in front of her right now, very close at hand, only a few meters away.

Lu Jingyan stood in the wind and snow, wearing a black slim long windbreaker, which was tall and straight. The clouds and mists blurred each other's outlines, but she noticed that there was also a cigarette between his knuckle fingers. Smoke, but the action of holding the cigarette is like playing with an expensive work of art, which is extraordinarily seductive.

Anyway, Song Xiaolin had never seen anyone who could smoke so softly and elegantly.

It doesn't look like smoking, but it looks like a long gown standing upright, holding a pen to trace every word.

The snow fell harder and harder, and the sky and the earth soon turned white.

At that time, after a heavy snowstorm, four or five years later, the two looked at each other from a distance.

No one wants to avoid the snow.

When they reunited five years later, their pupils reflected each other again.

This year,
She is 25 years old, he is 30 years old, she is in the prime of life, and he is in his thirties.

Both of them were in a trance, but they were depressed for a moment.

She is depressed why he also smokes?

He may also be depressed why she also smokes?

But no one moved, allowing the smoke to dissipate from the wind at the fingertips one by one.

The past is vivid.

Later, the two stubbed out the cigarettes at the same time.

Like a secret was discovered.

Feel guilty.

He was still so cold and distant, looking at her was like looking at an insignificant snow.

Now, no matter how confident Song Xiaolin is, he still doesn't think that he didn't marry Su Lingling in the end because he still misses him.

This reunion was unexpected.

But whether they meet again or not is no longer important to her.

She wrapped her cashmere coat tightly and wanted to leave with her dress on her arm.

But Lu Jingyan took a long leg and grabbed her arm first.

"Children." Low and hoarse, who hadn't spoken for a long time.

Two words I miss so much.

In an instant, she changed from a glamorous big star to the little girl who used to always follow behind him.

But at the moment when I hear it in my ears, I feel a little tingling.

It's been five years, how can he still call out these two words so nonchalantly?
Song Xiaolin shook his hand away angrily. Although her heart was not calm, like a raging wave that would swallow her whole body into the bottom of the sea, she had learned to hide her emotions over the years. There was almost no emotion in his eyes, and he said indifferently, "Mr., have you got the wrong person?"

The wind was in the opposite direction, and because he was close, he could smell the red wine remaining between her lips and teeth.

Faint, with a hint of smoke.

But inexplicably drunk.

Hearing these unkind words, Lu Jingyan slightly lowered his eyes and looked down at her, his side face showed a bit of coldness in the cold light.

It was obviously very cold, but there was such a deep pain in the eyebrows and eyes.

It made her heart throbbing.

But why is he in pain?

What right does he have to suffer?

It was he who drove her away with his own hands.

Shouldn't she be the one who hurts the most?
What are you pretending to be affectionate about?

"Child, I know you don't want to recognize me because I hurt you deeply, but I... didn't mean it." His eyes were slightly red, and he choked up, "Give me... one more chance, OK?"

(End of this chapter)