Fairytale Shelf Life [MTL]

Ch 53

Chapter 53

Song Zhi walked crisply and neatly.

After more than ten years of grievances and depression, she thought that she could finally be relieved and no longer sad.

But in fact, just as she walked out of the store, a sense of suffocation immediately wrapped her around her.

The pouring rain poured down on his head, making Song Zhi feel pain all over his body. Maybe it was because the rain was so thick that Song Zhi felt it was hard to breathe.

During the evening rush hour, there is a lot of traffic and horns around you, and all pedestrians have clear goals and hurried steps.

She walked forward alone, and suddenly felt a sense of loneliness abandoned by the whole world.

I don't know where I went or how long I went.

Song Zhi only felt that the more he walked, the more pain he felt in his heart, as if his internal organs had been smashed and reassembled. In the end, she was in so much pain that she couldn't get any worse, and she finally squatted down and hugged her knees, crying bitterly.

She had never cried so badly, so heartbroken. It seems that he has been wronged by the sky, so helpless, but there is no one to complain.

In the end, I cried until my tears dried up, and the pain in my heart was still lingering, and it refused to dissipate for a long time.

Song Zhi stood up again, and the whole world was spinning, as if it would perish in the next second. The neon lights kept flashing by her side, and she was walking aimlessly on the street like a walking dead.

At a certain moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a bar.

"Wandering Utopia".

Song Zhixiang finally found his home, pushed the door open and entered.

The loud music pierces the ears, the dim light is blurred, the crowd of demons dance here, and no one cares about the addition of a soaked and embarrassed person.

Just right for her who was abandoned by the whole world.

This was the first time Song Zhi came to the bar, so she went straight to the central bar.

Regardless of the bartender's probing eyes, she opened her mouth and said, "The strongest wine, order a dozen." The

bartender is not surprised by such a person who comes to the bar to order the strongest wine.

The man understood it, and immediately put away his searching gaze, raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait, I'll make you a 'cup and pour'."

Song Zhi didn't say a word, she just stared at the bartender who was bartending, and within a few seconds, her eyes and thoughts gradually drifted away.

There is no way to concentrate at all, let alone do any thinking.

Until, a glass of clear gradient blue cocktail was pushed in front of Song Zhi.

She just concentrated a little bit, and she was about to drink the wine in one gulp.

"Wait."

But the bartender dissuaded, "Beauty, remind you, this glass of wine is called 'Tomorrow'. It means, see you tomorrow after a glass of wine."

Song Zhiwen snorted lightly: "Really, that's the best."

After finishing speaking, she raised her head and drank heavily.

The heat is pungent, and the wine rushes to the head.

The next second, Song Zhihong stared at the bartender and said, "You're lying. Have another glass."

The bartender changed her to another red glass.

Song Zhi gulped it down again, and the strong wine entered her throat. This time, she felt a little tipsy.

But not enough, not far enough.

"One more drink."

"One more drink."

In fact, Song Zhi doesn't drink often, but she doesn't know if she has quickly practiced a lot in London, or her mood is so depressed that she needs more alcohol to numb her.

After drinking four or five glasses of wine, she still failed to collapse as she wished.

However, his consciousness finally became blurred, and he entered a half-dream and half-awake state.

Gradually, strangers kept coming to strike up a conversation with her, and wanted to continue to buy her a drink.

Song Zhi indulged in indulgence, grasping the last sliver of reason and refused. The most difficult time, she also took out her mobile phone and lied about having a boyfriend, made a video call to someone, and reported her location.

Who it was, she was already drunk at the time, so she didn't know at all.

But at such a moment, she also doesn't care about it, anyone is fine, as long as she can take away the drunk in the end.

After ordering two more glasses of wine, Song Zhi was finally sure that he was completely drunk.

In a daze, she actually saw Chen Yan's face.

The boy frowned, as if he was worried and angry.

"Why do you drink like this?" The voice seemed to come from the sky.

Song Zhi grabbed his sleeves and tried to stand up, but his legs gave way and he fell down.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Chen Yan caught her.

She heard the young man ask: "Zhou Yichan, are you okay?"

Inexplicably, Song Zhi's tears rushed out in an instant, she shook her head heavily, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Suddenly——

Chen Yan stretched out his arms and lifted her into the air.

"Cry, it will be fine after crying." He said.

Song Zhi rested his head on the boy's chest, and murmured softly, "Chen Yan, take me home."

Chen Yan looked down at the embarrassed and fragile girl in his arms, and his arms couldn't help but tighten.

After a long time, he answered her firmly: "Okay. Take you home."

With the response and promise, Song Zhixiang finally found the antidote and no longer had out-of-control emotions.

The boy's strong and warm chest is a port for her to anchor, giving her temporary safety.

Chen Yan stepped out calmly, looking down, the girl looked unusually calm.

If it wasn't for the gradual wetness in the left chest, he almost thought that she had passed out.

This silent sadness was like a heavy hammer falling on Chen Yan's heart.

When he first received the girl's video invitation, he was so pleasantly surprised. He answered without hesitation, but saw her alone, getting drunk in a noisy and dangerous bar, and even being entangled.

Crazy, eating tickets all the way here.

Chen Yan's worry was originally filled with anger, and she was angry that she went crazy without measure. Unexpectedly, when she actually saw the girl, she looked so painful and depressed.

He hugged the girl tightly, his heart full of pain.

Fearing that she would vomit, Chen Yan got to the side of the car and gently put her on the passenger seat.

Then, he knelt down, wiped her tears with a tissue, and confirmed with her: "Are you really going home?"

Drunken, Song Zhi felt dizzy and her vision was blurred. In fact, she couldn't tell whether she was seeing reality or a dream.

In a haze, she looked at the boy and nodded: "Go home. Chen Yan, do you know where my home is?" The

girl's tone was cautious, as if she was very afraid of hearing a negative answer.

Chen Yan suddenly felt stabbed in the heart.

"Okay, I know." He promised her first, and then asked, "Your clothes are all wet, is it cold? Do you want to turn on the air conditioner, or I'll take you to buy a new one first." August is hot

, Drenched in the rain but drank wine, Song Zhi didn't feel cold, but a little uncomfortable.

But -

"Go home, go home first." She shook her head and urged.

No matter how uncomfortable she was, it couldn't compare to the pain in her heart. She just wanted to quickly find a place where she could feel completely safe.

Chen Yan didn't delay any longer.

Sitting in the cab, still turned on some hot air, and then galloped all the way towards Zhou's house.

Every time he came to a traffic light, he would turn his head and ask her: "Do you feel sick? Let's stop for a while if you don't feel well."

The girl sometimes shook her head, and sometimes she seemed to lose consciousness, just staring at her eyes.

Arriving at Zhou's house in a haze, Song Zhi woke up as soon as the car stopped.

Before Chen Yan could speak, she turned her face suddenly when she saw the familiar Xiaoyanglou from the side.

"Why did you drive the car here?" The girl repelled and was angry, "This is not my home, Chen Yan, take me home!"

Chen Yan guessed that she must be drunk, and she was a little drunk.

But he asked patiently: "Which house do you want to go to?" He said, "Tell me, and I will take you there again.

"

From north to south, from east to west, she followed Song Yumo to many cities. But where is her real home?

Tears fell down unconsciously.

Song Zhi started to cry again, she looked into the boy's eyes in a panic, and said like a lost child, "I don't know. I seem to... have no home." "What should I do?" "

Chen

Yan, I don't have a home." What should I do..."

The girl repeatedly emphasized, with panic and grief on her face.

Chen Yan felt uncomfortable watching, and softly coaxed her: "Don't cry. This home is gone, at worst, we need to replace it with another one."

His tone was firm and powerful.

He told her: "I'll take you to find a new home."

It was like a shot in Song Zhi's heart.

Slowly, she actually calmed down.

Chen Yan felt something, and slowly let go of her.

In the narrow car interior, the two looked closely at each other, and their breaths were intertwined.

Dizzy and dizzy, Song Zhi felt that time was transferred back to the worry-free and dreamlike London,

so when the boy asked her: "Change home, do you want to go?"

Song Zhi instinctively replied: "Go."

After a while, she The sound of the engine was heard again.

It was very noisy, and it turned the world upside down in people's minds, making her uncomfortable and upset.

The alcohol started to strike, and Song Zhi even forgot what they were going to do.

She suddenly looked sideways, and said as if losing her temper: "It's so noisy, where are you going? Can you make it stop?"

Chen Yan knew that she was completely drunk and could no longer think continuously.

He glanced at her reassuringly, and replied, "Hurry up. Give me three minutes."

The sound of the engine became louder, and when it finally stopped, Song Zhi closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the boy's arms.

Her mind was blurred, and she vaguely recalled that Chen Yan seemed to have promised at the bar to take her home.

"Chen Yan," Song Zhi asked him, "are you going home?"

The young man responded, and immediately opened the door.

The room was dark with no lights on, reminding Song Zhi of Chen Yan's apartment in Notting Hill.

However, when she was placed on the sofa and the lights were turned on, she realized that the layout here was exactly like a hotel. In other words, this is simply a hotel suite.

Song Zhi's heart felt sour for no reason, and tears welled up immediately.

She stared at Chen Yan, crying uncontrollably: "Why, even you bully me?"

She trusted him so much, but he took her to the hotel when she was drunk like he did to other girls.

Chen Yan was taken aback. It took a long while to guess what she was thinking.

He asked: "Why did I bully you? Because I brought you to the hotel?"

Song Zhi didn't answer, but got up and staggered towards the entrance, showing his attitude with actions.

Chen Yan was afraid that she would fall, so he supported her first.

Then he explained: "Did you forget? You said you were going to change homes, so I brought you to my home." The

spirit evaporated, taking away her memory.

Song Zhi didn't think about it at all, but she endured a headache and asked, "Isn't this a hotel?" "

No."

But Chen Yan told her, "I don't have a home anymore, Zhou Yichan, I live here now."

Song Zhi Zhi was taken aback for a moment, his head throbbing with pain.

But vaguely, the image of Chen Yan being slapped by his mother flashed through her mind. The young man seemed to be not having a good time with his family.

Song Zhi stared at him blankly, and didn't speak for a while.

And the young man who was misunderstood by her pulled her to her side and raised his hand to wipe away her tears.

He comforted her again: "It doesn't matter if you don't have a home. Zhou Yichan, don't cry, I'll be with you."

Chen Yan said that, she should feel relieved.

But the name "Zhou Yichan" is like a curse. It made her immediately think of her despicableness and Song Yumo's ambition.

Song Zhi not only failed to stop the tears, but made them overflow even more.

She was aggrieved and choked up and said: "Don't call me Zhou Yichan, I don't want to be Zhou Yichan anymore."

Chen Yan didn't ask why, but only asked: "Then what should I call you?"

Song Zhi's heart ached, and she cried even louder up. She seemed to have no way to tell him her real name.

The depression and pain that were neutralized by alcohol suddenly revived. The heat burned even higher inside her, threatening to suffocate her.

Chen Yan has been helping her wipe away tears.

"What happened?" He felt helpless.

Finally, he simply hugged her and hugged her into his arms.

The young man's hot and warm breath came over him.

"Why are you sad, can you tell me?"

Song Zhi heard him whisper in his ear, "Miss."

It was different from every time before. There is no teasing, nor is it a deliberate intimacy.

Light and gentle, revealing a faint treasure.

Song Zhi really spoke.

She was in the boy's arms and asked him: "Chen Yan, have you ever tried to be treated indifferently by the person you care about the most?"

Chen Yan didn't know who the girl cared about the most, but in his mind , Suddenly flashed across the mother's face.

He gave a wry smile, and returned: "I'm afraid no one understands it better than me."

"Really?"

The girl didn't seem to believe it, and she continued, as if venting:

"Obviously I have worked so hard and been so humble. The indifference she gave I'll take it all, and I never cry out for the hurt she gave me."

"But why, why she just refuses to look at me. Even when I said I wanted to leave, she was indifferent, and she didn't even take a step forward. ."

Finally, the girl raised her head from his chest.

She stared at him with heartbreak and suspicion and asked: "Chen Yan, am I that bad and unworthy of being loved?" Every word of the

girl's words was pouring out her pain, but every word, Chen Yan could not understand it. resonance.

So have he and his mother for so many years.

No matter whether he is obedient or surly, leaving or returning, mother has nothing but hatred for him. Blood relationship, family relationship, can never be sought, and can't be cut off.

Under the shock, Chen Yan did not answer the girl's question.

He raised his hand and wiped her tears again, and then he said: "Miss, can I tell you a secret?"

In the dull pain of chaos, Song Zhi looked confused: "What?"

But the young man said: "Actually I was exiled to London by my parents, just the second week after my brother died. They didn't want to see me."

Song Zhishang was stunned.

She remembered that the last time she was in Chen's house, all she saw was related to Chen Xichuan, and there was no trace of Chen Yan's life at all.

However, even though there are thousands of reasons, Chen Yan was only 13 years old at that time, and he had just lost his brother.

She still didn't know whether to comfort her or ask why.

Chen Yan said again: "I have no home for a long time. Before today, I was just like you, unwilling and in unbearable pain. But just now, I changed my mind." The young man lowered his eyes, gazing tenderly and

deeply Note to her:

"If those loves can't be obtained, maybe we can choose another loved one."

So far, Song Zhi will not understand his deep meaning here.

At this moment, under Chen Yan's persistent pursuit and gaze -

she remembered the umbrella he held up for her in the heavy rain, and the surprises he carefully planned for her to clear the level; she remembered their kiss on the Thames, and remembered their The wanton madness of Notting Hill; thinking of his frank and sincere confession, but she was ignorant but reluctant to stay.

So much ambiguity and shock.

How could there be no heartbeat.

But Song Zhi smiled sadly, looked at the young man and asked, "But, Chen Yan, why do you love me?"

She said softly, telling Chen Yan more like telling herself, "You don't know the real me at all." .I told you a lot of lies, and what I showed was not the real me."

At this point, Song Zhi suddenly didn't dare to look into the boy's eyes.

She lowered her eyes, and finally said: "What you like is just a phantom, so why are you talking about love?" "

No."

Chen Yan denied her conclusion without hesitation.

He hugged her even tighter, firmly and firmly: "I like you means that I will love all of you. You who show you, you who hide, you who are honest, and you who are false, I covet and desire. "

Coveting and longing.

Song Zhi's heart trembled slightly, he raised his eyes suddenly, and in the next second, he fell into Chen Yan's sincere and fiery eyes.

From the first meeting in London to the present, she has been inspired by the boy's eyes many times; there have been many times, she wanted to drown in it regardless.

Every time, it was the reality of the impostor that pulled her and made her restrain herself.

At this moment, even spirits control Song Zhi's brain and thinking.

The subconscious still made her hesitate. She wanted to cross the line, but hesitated again, and repeatedly confirmed: "But what if I don't love you that much? What if I am like that day, promised in the morning, and immediately regretted it at night?" She asked him:

" What if I call a stop at any time and want to dump you?"

"I don't care."

Without thinking, Chen Yan was desperate, "I know. You have a secret, you like Chen Xichuan, maybe you don't love me at all. But so what? I like you more than anything else. And—"

The young man wantonly invited her to sink: "How will you know the 'if' if you don't try?"

He begged her: "Miss, let me love you."

He bewitched her: "Let me love you." We keep each other warm."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, raindrops and neon lights appeared, and the world fell into the baptism of heavy rain again.

Song Zhi looked up at Chen Yan, and he also stared at her deeply.

The four eyes meet, she sees his tenderness, his fragility, and his sincerity.

Maybe it's the alcohol that makes you dizzy, maybe it's the teenager hitting the heart, or years of depression and patience finally make people crazy.

At this moment, Song Zhi gave up all the precepts.

The girl stepped on her feet, raised her head and kissed the boy who said she loved her.

"Let me love you."

"Okay."