Chapitre 30: Chapter 30: Heartfelt Confession (I)
Lanbin welcomed its first snow in the dead of night. It floated down like fine flour, creating a granular feeling of dust in the light of the street lamps. It fell sparsely and abundantly, falling silently into the quiet night. It seemed far away but not close.
Lan Su was silent the whole night.
After hearing the ridicule of the two clowns in the small room, she turned away without saying a word. She got into the car with Jiang Feng and sat in the back seat for the one-hour ride without saying a word, staring out the window with unfocused eyes, as if she was watching the passing scenery, or as if she was sinking into a swirling nightmare.
Jiang Feng was driving, Xu Panpan was sitting in the passenger seat, and Lan Su and Huo Yan were in the back seat.
The air was filled with subtlety. Xu Panpan tried to adjust the atmosphere and said with a smile:
"Miss Lan, it's okay. The boss has already asked those two people to delete the video, and they won't send it out."
He gave Jiang Feng a look, and the driver immediately understood and echoed:
"Yes. You are going to enter the entertainment industry in the future. I have just contacted a formal media and will arrange a formal interview for you."
Xu Panpan raised her voice: "That's right! Actually, there's nothing wrong with the interview itself. You must have an interview when you just debuted. The main reason is that those two people are too mean. They play the victim and deceive people to gain your sympathy. Miss Lan, don't worry, those two people have been fired!"
The two of them sang in unison and cooperated with each other perfectly, but nothing they said touched Lan Su's heart.
She looked out the window without focus, staring at the blurred spots of light in the mist caused by the temperature difference, and moved her lips:
"Thanks."
What to thank, I don't know.
I have no idea what I am thinking.
She only knew that the soft heart that she had treasured for so long was pressed back into the glacier by the vicious deception and frozen three feet deep.
Xu Panpan looked at Jiang Feng for help, and received a slight shake of his head.
She could only bite her lip and retreat back to the chair - she would rather Lan Su not speak. She had been listening to her and Jiang Feng scolding those two people. But she spoke, and even said thank you, just like a puppet being trampled into the dust, obviously in a miserable state, but still maintaining the innocence of her nature.
It is more painful than abandoning this innocence.
No one spoke on the way back. Huo Yan didn't seem to intend to adjust her mood. She was concentrating on reading the report and selecting the next film or TV series to invest in.
After arriving home, Lan Su went straight back to the bedroom, took a ten-minute shower, and then curled up on the balcony to look at the stars.
People say that the dead will turn into stars in the sky.
Her parents are in heaven.
But that night was cloudy and starless.
She just sat there wrapped in her quilt in the dead of winter until the early morning.
The next day, she packed up and went out early. The housekeeper, Ellie, followed her and asked if she wanted to call a driver.
Lan Su turned around, looked past Ai Li at Huo Yan who was browsing the report on the sofa, and asked:
"Can I go out by myself?"
Huo Yan tapped his fingers on his knees and looked at his watch. It was seven o'clock in the morning.
"Be back before nine o'clock."
"good."
Lan Su left quickly, and only became more sober when he got on the ferry to Binhai Island in the sea breeze - the nine o'clock that Huo Yan mentioned, was it morning or evening?
I glanced at the phone screen and it was already half past nine, so I assumed it was nine o'clock in the evening.
There are only two ferries from Lanbin to Binhai Island, at 9:30 in the morning and 5:30 in the afternoon.
The one-way trip takes an hour. The peeling paint on the boat reflects the metallic luster of winter, scaring away a group of seagulls roosting in the harbor.
I followed the loose flow of people off the boat, found the shabby tram rental shop I remembered, and rode my bike from the south of the island to the sanatorium in the north.
I climbed up the camphor tree at the back door to the second floor, threw my coat and backpack on the tree branch, and jumped out of the window into the women's restroom. After going out, I turned right to the third room, found a random nurse's uniform to change into, put on a hat, and sneaked into the sanatorium at the end of the third floor.
There lay a woman.
He slept for eleven years, never woke up, and never died.
Originally, the real second daughter of the Lan family was also lying here, but she died of malnutrition not long ago, leaving behind Su Qin, who was the same age as her and had also been sleeping for a long time.
"elder sister."
Lan Su sat on the edge of the bed, carefully held her slender hand, and gently placed it on her cheek.
"I'm here to see you."
Lan Su's real name is not Lan Su, but Su Lan.
The single character "Lan" in her name is because when her mother was pregnant with her, her father was on good terms with the Lan family and gave her this name.
The Su family has three daughters, the eldest daughter Su Qin, the second daughter Su Lan, and the third daughter Su Xiaoyu.
That year, the Su family suffered a sudden change, her father and parents died in a car accident, and she took Xiaoyu to escape from the sea of fire. Her sister Su Qin and the second daughter of the Lan family, "Lan Shu", who happened to come to play at the Su family, both fell from the roof and never woke up.
She rubbed her cheek against the warm back of his hand and murmured:
"I'm married. Her name is Huo Yan. Although she's not very lively and gentle, she's very nice to me."
"Originally, I didn't want to get married. But the Lan family took us in and helped Dad and Mom call the police. They also paid for your medical expenses over the years and did a lot of things. I still have to repay this favor."
"I'm just that stupid. I've been out there for so long, but I still can't tell good from bad. When others shed a few tears, I become soft-hearted and even help count the money after being sold."
"I should be very smart, I should be able to tell whether it is a human or a ghost at a glance, I should be on guard against all bad intentions, I should be like God, distinguishing right from wrong. However, no one taught me how to read people's hearts. They only taught me how to identify antiques, how to use a knife, how to escape... Then, I chose to show kindness once, and everyone started to blame me."
"When you wake up, you have to scold me, otherwise I will always be so stupid. Sister, everyone says you look most like mom, with big eyes, like a mixed-blood. Open your eyes and let me take a look, okay?"
The taciturn Lan Su had said almost everything she had ever said in her life. When the sun gradually set in the west and the sky and the ground were covered with orange and red, she finally complained:
"Sister, you ignore me."
The ferry blew its whistle at 5:30 sharp, urging the last arriving tourist.
The setting sun hung obliquely on the sea level, the water ripples slightly, and the rich light covered the white paint of the ferry with crimson, covering the sky and the earth without leaving any trace.
The ferry sailed towards the setting sun, not knowing whether it was pursuing light or darkness.
An old customer came to the small town tavern. Unlike his previous unkempt appearance, his apricot turtleneck sweater outlined his slender neck, and his long hair was loose outside his stiff black coat.
The bartender reserved a seat in the corner of the bar for her and mixed a glass of the age-old "Bitter Buckwheat Starry Sky". After three rounds of drinks, the bitter words were finally uttered.
"I feel like there's no one around me I can trust."
She often comes to this pub. The bartender Yinqiu doesn't know her identity, but it seems that she has a pair of wise eyes from the bizarre world and can always say one or two finishing words.
Yinqiu was lying on the other side of the bar, taking in her distress, and said:
"It means you are free, standing independently, living, not dependent, not clinging."
Lan Su raised his head sullenly, his eyes unfocused: "But everyone hates me, it's very uncomfortable."
The ridicule of the two reporters yesterday was still vivid in her mind. They were just a microcosm of this world. Whether in the online society or in the real world, probably everyone was like them, ridiculing her stupidity, uselessness, self-defeatingness and self-righteousness.
Yinqiu bent down, resting his chin on the bar, and spoke to her at the same height:
"Because the person who likes you is hiding."
At nine o'clock that evening, Lan Su returned on time, reeking of alcohol.
The next moment after entering the room, Huo Yan received a message from the bodyguard, which recorded Lan Su's entire day's itinerary and a concluding sentence.
[No suspicious persons were found, and neither the old house nor the Lan family took action]
So he felt relieved and slowly moved the wheelchair towards the door. There, Lan Su was lying on the ground, being supported by Ai Li and Xiao Lan on both sides. When he saw the wheelchair person in front of him, he seemed to have found the exit, and he rushed over with his sack-like body.
"Miss Lan!"
"oops!"
Ali and Xiaolan exclaimed at the same time.
Huo Yan quickly locked onto the wheelchair and bumped into her with her butterfly-like body. The aroma of wine filled her nose. A strand of long hair hung on the frame and slowly slid down as Lan Su sat on the ground, brushing across the bridge of her nose, teasing her lips, and being attached to her sweater by static electricity.
The man who was on the verge of unconsciousness lowered his head and knelt sideways on the ground, his head resting on her thigh. His hands climbed up and grabbed her arms randomly, but he slipped down because he was too weak. Huo Yan had to grab her forearm instead.
"Huo Yan..."
The head that was intoxicated by alcohol was raised, and the eyes reflected a distracted gaze in the messy hair.
"Do you hate me too?"
She asked Huo Yan, like a butterfly in March and rain in December, one is small and helpless, the other is humble and silent, but endlessly bitter.
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