At twelve o'clock in the evening, Lu Yuan opened the fingerprint lock on the top floor of Building 1, Lanchen Tianfu and gently entered Bianxu's apartment.

After the recording tonight came to an end, the director team contacted Bian Xu several times, but they couldn't contact each other. At first, Lu Yuan thought it was normal, so he told the director casually that he would go with him. After listening to the program team talk about the cause and effect, he panicked: If Bian Xu did not reconcile with Liang Yixuan in this kind of day, he would have suffered a critical blow from thousands of arrows to heart.

So Lu Yuan came over and took a look.

After passing through the entrance hall, he leaned his head and looked in. He saw Bian Xu sitting upright on the sofa in the living room. He had just breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked again the second time, he noticed an overturned wine bottle and a pool of shocking red wine stains on the carpet under the coffee table. When he looked again at the third time, he found that the cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table were also piled up.

Lu Yuan's heart skipped a beat, hurried forward, and hesitated: "Boss?"

Bian Xu sat on the carpet, leaning his back against the sofa feet, bent one leg casually, gently lifting his eyelids and looking at him.

But Lu Yuan felt that he was not looking at him at all, as if he was just looking at the air.

Lu Yuan looked at the mess with numbness, and suddenly noticed the notebook Bian Xu's hand, stretched his neck and looked over.

Bian Xu raised his hand and covered his laptop, and said in a low voice: "Go out."

Fortunately, people are sober.

But Lu Yuan had never seen Bian Xu like this before.

When I said "going out", I didn't feel any anger, and I felt like I was extinguished.

"Are you okay?" Lu Yuan asked carefully.

There was no response from the border.

"Then I'll pack your things for you before going out?" Lu Yuan tentatively said, and seeing that he did not refute or lose his temper, he stepped forward and helped the bottle up and took the ashtray to remove the garbage.

Bian Xu's eyes fell back to the notebook at hand.

Liang Yixuan's logo posted only those diaries that showed her feelings. He probably didn't want to emphasize the unhappiness that followed, but he couldn't help but read it.

He carefully read every diary she had accumulated since December last year, and saw with his own eyes the whole process of a little girl from being enthusiastic and full of expectations to worrying about gains and losses, and feeling as if she was dead.

It was like a belated knife crossing time and space, and every time he looked at him, he had to wait for a moment.

However, when he turned to the last page, he saw a neat and solemn sentence written on the brand new paper: "If possible, I want to count all the good things here, take back all the bad things, and like him again."

The moment I saw this line of words, Bian Xu had doubts about himself for the first time in his twenty-four years of life—

What should he do to deserve such a good girl.

The next Friday at 7 pm, Liang Yixuan got off work at the dance center. When she arrived on the roadside, she subconsciously wanted to take a taxi to the northern suburbs. Then she remembered that the recording of the variety show had ended.

These days I was dizzy and thought about reminiscing with the Bian. I was in a hurry when I said goodbye to everyone the night before yesterday, but now I feel a little lost after realizing it.

Liang Yixuan instead walked to the nearby subway station and prepared to take the subway back to Xijiang Flower City as before.

When she arrived at the subway, she sat down in the corner and picked up her cell phone.

I don’t know if it’s because girls are likely to think of them together, but suddenly a “new friend” popped up in the WeChat address book. A user with the nickname “Xiao Cheng and Xiao Cheng’s wishes come true” sent a friend verification message.

Liang Yixuan recognized Cheng Nuo at a glance, and passed the application, and was quickly pulled into a group of three people-

Xiao Cheng’s wish comes true: “I finally got everyone’s contact information, but I’m so suffocating!”

Lin Xiyinxin: "KaKaKa, how was it last night? Have you gotten out of singleness?"

Xiao Cheng’s wish comes true: “Well, I’ve recovered from being single this morning.”

Lin Xiyinxin: "?"

Xiao Cheng’s wish comes true: “Do you have any questions about contract love?”

Lin Xiyinxin: "Then your contract expires too quickly, at least you can wait until the show is broadcast tonight..."

Xiao Cheng and Xiao Cheng's wish come true: "Even the lines of confession last night were written by me. It is my limit to letting Master Duan have a girlfriend for one night :)"

Lin Xiyinxin: "Okay, he is not worthy. Next, where is Teacher Liang?"

Xiao Cheng’s wish comes true: “Yixuan comes out quickly! I’ll get candy one hour earlier than the audience across the country!”

Liang Yixuan saw that Cheng Nuo and Zhao Mengen were having a lively discussion and never interrupted. She was called the name now, and after thinking for a while, she pinched her phone and typed.

She was not typing fast, and with the effort of deliberation, Cheng Nuo and Zhao Mengen could no longer wait to send new messages.

Lin Xiyinxin: "Don't be anxious about CP fans, Teacher Liang and Teacher Bian may be dating at this time."

Xiao Cheng and Xiao Cheng's wish come true: "Oh, damn it, am I so blind to see me when I was infected by Duan Ye?"

The typing is no longer useful.

Liang Yixuan deleted the original zartorial and typed it again: "No, I just got off work and was on the subway. I was not with him yet..."

Lin Xiyinxin: "?"

Xiao Cheng and Xiao Cheng's dream come true: "My God, the dream of 300 million CP fans is about to be broken! Did you reject Teacher Bian last night?"

Of course, 300 million is just an exaggerated imaginary number, but Liang Yixuan is also a little worried about the audience's response tonight.

The director team sent her one message after another from last night to today during the day, making phone calls after another, and kept asking if the confession was made, saying that if they didn't give an explanation, how could this show be completed?

But Bian Xu had not moved yet, and Liang Yixuan really couldn't give the right words.

Because she herself was not sure.

A few days ago, she kept thinking that she and Bian Xu seemed to have lost something, but they couldn't tell what it was.

It was not until the night before yesterday that she finally figured it out that she was honest.

It was because she had never really told the border that she had confessed her feelings in the past, nor had she ever given each other a chance to communicate with each other, so she convicted her in her heart.

And Bian Xu treats her the same way.

So last night, she took out what she was most honest about despite her past embarrassment.

But she also knew that the truth and thought in that diary might be "heavy" to the person who got it.

When an ordinary man gets it, his first reaction is probably not to be moved.

If he does not have the same intention, then her value will be heavy for him. This weight may make people breathless and make people want to calmly escape.

But that's border narration.

So she wanted to take a gamble.

The phone vibrated, and Cheng Nuo heard the clue from her reply: "Wait a minute, "not yet" means...?"

Liang Yixuan slowly typed a few words: "I'm waiting for him."

In late November, the temperature at night was only a single digit. There were still a few hundred meters away from the subway station. Liang Yixuan blew the cold wind for a while, walked into the community and lowered her head and rubbed her cold hands. She walked down the apartment building and accidentally caught a long and slanted figure landing on the distance.

Her steps stopped and she slowly raised her head.

Under the street lights in front of the apartment building, Bian Xu was standing there straight, looking at her without blinking for a moment, wondering how long she had been waiting.

Liang Yixuan picked up the cell phone in her windbreaker and took a look.

She had already blacklisted Bian Xu last night, but there was no missed call.

Seeing Bian Xuguang looking at her from afar and not talking, Liang Yixuan walked forward hesitantly: "When did it come? Why don't you call me..."

Bian Xu stared at her and said slowly, "Haven have you waited for me like that?"

His voice was dry, and Liang Yixuan's voice became tighter.

"I..." She opened her mouth, and somehow made a strange cry. She quickly stopped her words, pinched the access card and walked towards the door, "Let's talk about it when you go in."

Bian Xu followed her into the elevator of the apartment building, and his eyes were always lingering on her along the way.

In the silent and cramped space, Liang Yixuan was so oppressed by his unconcealed gaze. She thought of saying something and raised her head: "Didn't you say you could come to me with roses?"

Bian Xu looked at her with his eyes down: "Liang Yixuan, don't stand and speak again without any pain in your waist. What else can I do to give the roses?"

He was joking, but his tone was not smiling at all, and his voice seemed to be hoarse as if he had not slept all day and night.

The bitterness at the end of Liang Yixuan's nose somehow surged up again.

The elevator door was moved away with a "ding" sound.

She calmed down and walked out to press the password lock on the apartment door, saying in a relaxed tone as possible: "Then it's too unreasonable for you to have nothing."

"I brought myself."

The password passed and the door opened with a click.

Liang Yixuan was suffocated and did not hold the door handle for a long time.

As quiet as if the needle could be heard, Bian Xu was enduring something and sounded softly: "... Do you want it?"

A craze suddenly erupted in Liang Yixuan's eyes.

After a moment of silence, she gave up this useless patience and turned to look at him: "I want to..."

Bian Xu looked at the tears she shed, opened the door with one hand, grabbed her wrist with the other and brought her in.

The door was closed, Liang Yixuan's back against the door panel, and in the dark, he felt her hands holding up her face.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief from the rush of her heart, Bian Xu's lips pressed down.

The enthusiasm swelled, and the wet blended together. He drove straight into it like a lonely traveler in the desert who had been wandering alone for a long time absorbing the nectar that could make him live.

Liang Yixuan even felt his hand holding her face trembling slightly.

She was dizzy and stuck motionless for a while, and finally slowly regained her consciousness. She blinked, blinked the tears in her eyes, and raised her hand to wrap her around his waist.

Tears rolled down, and he licked them all. After tasting salty, Bian Xu suddenly paused, slowly let go of her, groped the corners of her eyes in the darkness, and gently rubbed them with his thumb and pointed: "Don't cry anymore, it's all yours."

Liang Yixuan was in a daze before she understood what he was talking about.

He was saying that he gave himself to her.

His people, his love, and his freedom, all belong to her completely from today on.
Chapter completed!