On the other end of the phone, I paused my way of wiping my glasses. My fingertips were pinched on the thin lens through the mirror, and the upper edge of my fingernail turned white.

The metal light reflected from the frame hit his eyes and turned into a cold arc.

Lu Yuan’s mobile phone in his palm became a hot potato, and it was not right to throw it away, and it was not right to continue holding it in front of him.

Until the light and shadow of the screen suddenly dimmed, Lu Yuan looked down and saw that the phone had been hung up by Liang Yixuan.

Bian Xu stayed still in the swivel chair for a full minute, threw her glasses at the mixer, and left the recording studio with great strides.

Lu Yuan stood there and shuddered, and the loud "Shut up" echoed in his ears over and over again.

It's so terrible that this gentle and never loses his temper suddenly becomes fierce.

Not to mention others, Liang Yixuan himself did not recover from his senses. After raising his phone for a while, he slowly lowered his hand: "I just..."

"The scolding is quite accurate!" This is the first time Xiao Jie saw Liang Yixuan getting angry in more than a year. She was so shocked that she paused before puffing her hands. "There are four of these dog words in the five sentences that are dancing in the female minefield. It should shut up his dog's mouth!"

Liang Yixuan sighed and applied her hot forehead to the back of her hand.

"The scandal has been in full swing for two days, and he plans to ask you to read the news for reading comprehension by yourself? Or do you have to wait for you to whisper? Look at the self-righteous virtue, you can't explain it well after you ask him. You have to say complacently - I believe this kind of gossip, and I like me so much?" Xiao Jie imitated vividly.

"Fortunately, you were arrogant and didn't talk nonsense to him. Even if this man didn't cheat, it would be a rubbish. Don't think it's just a matter of personality. If he can treat you like this, he doesn't respect you from the bottom of his heart. Did he really treat you as his girlfriend?"

The question at the center of the red heart broke the tight string in Liang Yixuan's head.

What is it not a girlfriend?

In the buzzing and shaking lingering sound, Liang Yixuan recalled the beginning of the conversation with Bian.

They met in December last year.

The cold rain in the south of the Yangtze River was continuous in the late winter. One night the home performance ended. A senior executive of the dance troupe went to the dressing room and told her that someone wanted to see her.

That happens occasionally - the big guy in the theater VIP seat appointed him to meet an actor after the performance, usually either poaching or a little ambiguous between men and women.

Liang Yixuan has met her before, but she has never been invited.

But before that rejection, she heard Bian Xu's name from the senior management: "Mr. Bian Xu had a collaboration with Nanba when he came to Nanhuai to hold a concert a few years ago, but you had just joined the dance troupe and might not have any impression."

It was this sentence that made her come out for a long time, and she trembled and said the word "good" after a long silence.

I heard that Bian Xu was already waiting for her, so she hurried back to the stage before she even had time to change the performance costume.

The theater lights were all turned off, and only the lights were gathered on the stage. Bian Xu sat in the dim audience, closed her eyes and rested, her long legs overlapped, and her posture was relaxed casually.

Hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at her under the light: "Here you come."

She nodded, not knowing what to call him, and he seemed to have no intention of communicating his name with her, and said bluntly: "Dance the solo dance you just now."

She didn't dare to ask the reason, so she danced alone for him. She was much nervous than usual when she was on stage and even went to the wrong beat.

Afterwards, she received an extra performance fee and found out that he was writing a ballet at that time and needed to draw creative inspiration from the ballet dancers.

After that night, whenever he needed it, she would go to the appointment.

At first he was in the theater, but later he went to his residence due to venue conflicts, which turned into a nightly routine.

He said that he would just watch her dancing, not to mention physical contact with her, he didn't even say a few words, either leaning lazily on the sofa, or leaning against the piano to hold a red wine, sometimes his eyes were naked, and sometimes he would be distracted.

She worked hard and focused, fearing that she would lose this "job" if she made a mistake.

But there will always be a day when the work ends.

The night after the song was written, Bian Xu paid her a compensation and said she would not have to come again in the future.

Muse fulfilled her mission and received beautiful memories and great rewards. The story ended here as a perfect ending.

But she was fascinated by ghosts, and the next night, she walked down the skyscraper again without knowing it.

She wandered in the night rain, and reasonably told her that she should turn around and go home, but when she thought that she would have no connection with the out of reach, she couldn't bear to leave.

She didn't know why Bian Xu chose her among so many ballerinas at the beginning.

But she knew very well why she agreed to go to his appointment-

A few years ago, when the young and promising pianist walked into the theater in Nanba in the name of cooperation, she had seen him from afar in the dark group dance team.

He wore a black swallowtail night dress, a white bow tie, and his figure was as tall as a pineapple. When he sat on a piano chair, his fingers fell on the black and white piano keys, his whole body seemed to be surrounded by a thousand-foot light.

No one knew that when she was seventeen, she fell in love with a man three years older than her at first sight.

He is the pride of heaven who is so amazing that people say, and the moon in the sky that is beyond reach in her eyes.

Later in the years, she went from group dance to lead dance, to chief solo dance, but still couldn't catch up with the moon - he had already taken his music away, invisible behind the scenes, no longer appeared in public, and no longer played for anyone.

So she knew that that night was her last chance.

The wind was blowing and the rain was pouring. She had a crazy idea while wandering.

She stood in front of the access control system and called Bian Xu to play a video call as usual.

Bian Xu's voice came from the speakers, saying that last night seemed to have ended.

She suppressed the turbulent uneasiness in her heart and said that she was used to coming here every night and forgot about it.

After a few seconds of quietness, the glass door in front of him slowly moved away, and said, "Come up."

Perhaps the cold rain wet her clothes and made her look embarrassed and pitiful. He lent her his bathroom, her shirt, and her bed.

Everyone around her commented that she was gentle and had a good manners. Only she knew that she was not really that docile.

During these boring years of practicing ballet for ten years, a hard edge has grown in her heart, which will make her grow some bold and rebellious thoughts at some moments.

Sometimes even myself is scared.

She had been carefully imprisoning the beast, but that night, when she was drying her clothes and hearing Bian Xu ask if she wanted to send a car to take her home, the beast could no longer be locked up.

She wants nothing more rational, reserved, and sensible.

After a long silence, she raised her head and asked, "Can you not go back?"

He raised his eyebrows, looked at her with his eyes down for a moment, and asked back almost statistically: "Confirm?"

She stood on tiptoe and kissed him in his shirt.

The wind and rain outside the window were severe, and the heat waves in the bedroom were turbulent.

At the last moment, she felt that she should confirm something and asked dizzyly: "Why me?"

He looked down at her: "You ask it."

Who? She didn't understand yet, and her waist was pushed up by her clearly-choked hands, and he just came in.

She lost her mind for a moment and understood for a moment.

Men are probably naturally good at avoiding the important things at this moment, and she completely forgot what she actually wants to ask.

Indulge in one night, the house is full of chaos.

She slept with the first undisciplined lazy sleep since she remembered. When the sun was noon, she ushered in a new round of carnival.

Two days on the weekend, Bian Xu did not mention the end, and she did not say she left.

In the bathtub, kitchen, living room, audio and video room, and terrace, she appreciated every corner of the house. Until she woke up early Monday morning and saw the pillow empty, she was withdrawn from her infatuation, thinking about the relationship between the two and where to go next.

She walked out of the bedroom in dismay and saw Bian Xu joking with a young man on the balcony.

Thinking of her shirt not being buttoned, she hurriedly turned her back.

The sharp-eyed man immediately joked: "Oh, it's so rare, girlfriend?"

This was extremely sensitive to her question at that time, and her turn paused for a moment.

It was at that moment that she turned her eyes to the side of the windowsill.

He met her eyes, bit the smoke and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Or otherwise?"

The words were answering others, but the eyes were looking at her.

The golden dawn fell on his shoulders, making the scene extremely brilliant and illusory.

...

That is the promise Liang Yixuan got.

It was the first and only time, Bian Xu personally confirmed her relationship with him.

But now after eight months, after the relationship is full of bad deeds, the ironclad answer has become blurred.

Does a man admit his identity as a woman in that situation must be the truth?

That may also be just a fig leaf in front of people.

They are Valentine's Day, not an anniversary, and rarely date outside and never say love outside of bed.

Compared to boyfriend and girlfriend, she is more like a lover who only lives in a house.

Otherwise, Xiao Jie would not have passed the phone call just now, and the bystanders would immediately be cleared.

A girlfriend needs loyalty, but a lover may not be.

So Bian Xu never thought about explaining the scandal from beginning to end.

She thought the worst result was that a third person appeared between them.
To be continued...