Wearing It Before Scum A Tortures The Heroine

Song Jiao couldn't wait to exchange wedding rings with Xu Jinchao, but Xu Jinchao still asked her, "Are we going to have a wedding?"

Song Jiao rejected this.

At first, she didn't tell Xu Jinchao the reason. Near the middle of the winter moon, she suddenly said to Xu Jinchao one day, "I don't want to have a wedding because I'm afraid that I will cry."

It was raining in the winter in Juzhou, and neither of them went out. They stayed at home by the window to drink tea.

Song Jiao didn't look at Xu Jinchao when she said this. She held a teacup in her hand and looked sideways at the rain curtain outside the window.

The rain was not heavy, but it really brought down the temperature in Juzhou.

The raindrops smashed into the small courtyard with the beat, flapping the fences and floor tiles, not letting go of the only evergreen bushes left in the garden, where the dark green leaves trembled.

Xu Jinchao saw the light rain in Omega's pupils. She seemed to be looking at the water marks on the ground, and her eyelashes were slightly lowered, but she couldn't hide the rain that kept falling into her eyes.

This rain is falling in Xu Jinchao's heart together.

She wished she could have an umbrella, so that she could help Song Jiao block the cold rain, but she didn't even have a piece of cardboard, and she couldn't help but get further and further away from her little wife, and she couldn't even use her body to cover her. arrive.

Xu Jinchao heard Song Jiao whisper:

"Have a wedding, get my friends together, and everyone sees me crying like a fool, thinking I'm happy... Then in a few days, they'll cry for me too."

Xu Jinchao's heart was sore and swollen, an invisible string was tightening over time, and she and Jiaojiao each held one end.

The string cut their palms all the time, embedded in the flesh and blood, and twisted the incision, but neither of the two refused to let go. .

Before she could say anything, Song Jiao turned her head.

Her pretty little face was cold and white in the dark light of the rainy day, and she smiled at Xu Jinzao: "Let's go to Huacheng and meet our friends."

Of course Xu Jinchao understood her intentions. Song Jiao wanted her to see everyone again before leaving. After all, it would be a goodbye soon.

Xu Jinchao said: "Okay."

She didn't want to go back to Hwaseong. The reason was the same as Song Jiao's refusal to get married. She was also afraid that she would cry at an untimely time, which would make her friends puzzled and uneasy.

But Song Jiao said this, but Xu Jinchao felt that he really should meet again. Even if he couldn't be honest, he should say goodbye to them in a subtle way.

So after the rain stopped, the two set a flight to Huacheng and rushed to Fengbei.

Fengbei was already cold, and Xu Jinchao from Wanwantong said hello in advance and said that he was going back.

She's 'making up her honeymoon', and she hasn't been seen for more than two months since she left. If it weren't for the fact that she would call Jiang Chao to ask for manpower, she would occasionally talk to Qin Lingyue about the company's development, as if the world had evaporated.

After a few days, when I return to the connection of all things, Xu Jinchao actually has a feeling of being separated from the world.

It's still a familiar place, and people who are familiar can always feel that there is something unfamiliar.

Xu Jinchao expressed this feeling, and Jiang Chao said: "That's because the company's interior has been decorated."

Lin Qi interjected and added: "As for people, Jiang Chao has had a lot of hair loss recently. I heard that Yu Lan asked his friend about the secrets of hair growth."

Jiang Chao was very angry, and he also broke Lin Qi's information: "This kid has gained fifteen pounds."

Wang Xiaoqian said coldly: "Jiang Chao seems to be in love with a girl from Juzhou, and combs his hair every day."

As soon as this hole was opened, the other partners were chattering about Jiang Chao's gossip, and the underpants were about to be cleaned by the unscrupulous friends.

Jiang Chao couldn't block these many mouths with his hands, so he was incompetent and furious, and cried to Xu Jinchao: "These people don't know how to write the word privacy!"

Xu Jinchao finally regained his previous feelings, and looked at Tuanbu sympathetically: "Find your sister Qin to complain and let her call the shots."

Qin Lingyue's hoarse voice with a smile rang out from the crowd: "Is it time to arrive today?"

She is still so radiant, almost like her own spotlight, no matter what clothes she wears, she adds a leisurely and luxurious style, graceful and charming.

The partners who originally gathered to ridicule Jiang Chao greeted Qin Lingyue and winked away.

Jiang Chao actually didn't complain to Qin Lingyue. He looked extremely honest, like a well-behaved child who kept his own feet.

Xu Jinchao looked interesting, but Song Jiao, who was beside him, asked directly, "What is the reason why Sister Qin pinched Jiang Chao?"

Qin Lingyue's naturally tender eyebrows and eyes curled up, and she said with a chuckle, "He and Qin are together now, I'm afraid I'll be angry."

Xu Jinchao was a little surprised. After Xu Yanhe's chicken feathers broke out, the second room of the Qin family was often laughed at in Juzhou, and she had heard of it.

Qin Hao, who was swayed by Xu Yanhe, lost face and made many plastic sisters laugh at him.

Qin Lingyue didn't take it seriously: "Qin Hao, this little girl also shrank when she saw me, these two look the same."

She didn't like to make fun of Jiang Chao like others, and instead asked about Xu Jinchao's health: "Are you feeling better now?"

Xu Jinchao just smiled and said, "It's better."

She and Song Jiao had been chatting with others for a long time, and now they are chatting with Qin Lingyue and sharing some experiences during the trip.

The two did not stay in Wantong for too long. After all, the affairs here were busy, and they soon bid farewell to Qin Lingyue.

Before leaving, Qin Lingyue stopped Xu Jinchao.

She urged: "Take care of your body, we are all waiting for you to come back."

Qin Lingyue's expression was not perfunctory, her concern was sincere, and she also contained a trace of unobvious worry.

Xu Jinchao vaguely felt that there might be an abnormality in his words and deeds, and he was caught and noticed by the other party, so he told himself that Wutongtong had reserved a place to welcome her home at any time.

Her eyes were a little sour, and she smiled: "Of course!"

Xu Jinchao waved at his older friend and turned to leave with Song Jiao.

Going to the friend record again is another atmosphere.

Yu Lan, who was driven to her office by Song Jiao, was in purgatory. She probably believed that Song Jiao and Xu Jinchao must be living happily outside, and she looked at them like they were accusing two heartless men.

Song Jiao praised her: "You did a good job."

Yu Lan: Thank you, life is better than death.

She, like Qin Lingyue, asked Xu Jinchao if his physical condition had improved.

Before Song Jiao suddenly threw a huge friend recording booth to herself, and wanted to accompany Xu Jinchao for three months, Yu Lan's first reaction was to suspect that Xu Jinchao might be seriously ill.

Yu Lan's intuition was obviously accurate, and her guess was almost the same as the truth.

But after seeing the past time, the other party seemed to be okay, and she eliminated the speculation about terminal illness.

Yu Lan said: "Get well soon, Xu Jinchao. As soon as you get sick, Song Jiao will throw the company to me. I'm taking seconds now, and I wish I could speed up."

It was rare for her to talk about such a long complaint in person, Xu Jinchao smiled and said, "Yes."

I knew in my heart that I would not get better.

Returning to Juzhou from Huacheng, Song Jiao became more and more clingy.

She didn't want to be separated from Xu Jinchao at all times, and she had to take her with her when she went to her father's side. Sometimes she would be awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night, regardless of whether she would get into Alpha's arms to absorb warmth and safety.

But no matter how reluctant the two of them were to accept it, time was indeed passing minute by minute, and the strings in the palms had rubbed against the phalanx, causing them to feel pain in the marrow all the time.

The last day of the countdown is the winter solstice.

In the afternoon, Auntie Li mixed the dumpling stuffing and dough wrappers. Song Jiao, who could also make dumplings, was completely inactive. Auntie was busy working alone and made a lot of round dumplings.

She put some of it in the freezer and boiled the water to cook the dumplings.

The kitchen was scorching hot, and on the sofa in the living room, the two silent mistresses of the house held each other's palms, feeling so cold that they suffocated.

When the dumplings were brought to the table, Aunt Li invited them to eat. Xu Jinchao pulled up Omega and gathered around the table.

Song Yikang is more accustomed to living in the small building of the Song family, although he has already wanted to open a lot, after all, he is nostalgic for the old residence.

Auntie's craftsmanship is excellent, but Xu Jinchao can no longer taste it. She pretends to be smiling and chews with the mouth that has lost her sense of taste in extreme sadness. On the opposite side is Song Jiao's equally strong smile.

Xu Jinchao suggested: "It's still early, let's go get some to Uncle Song."

Seeing Song Jiao nodding, Aunt Li opened the freezer to pick up the dumplings that were not frozen: "The cooked dumplings get cold on the way, so it's not easy to heat them up. Let's cook the raw dumplings."

The two of them each put on a scarf hand-woven by their aunt and got on the bus with a dumpling box.

There were actually snowflakes on the way, the weather forecast didn't say there was snow, the snow was flying outside the car window, and the sky was dark.

Now Song Jiao went to see her father, and Xu Jinchao would be together. She was already familiar with the route, but the street scene along the way was covered with snow that made them unfamiliar.

The silence at home was swept away, and they talked desperately on the road, like every pair of doomsday couples who have no hope of grabbing each other to talk.

The journey is long, but it has an end.

When we arrived at the small building, the snow was getting bigger and bigger. Juzhou rarely saw such a large amount of snow on the winter solstice. A layer of white snow accumulated in front of the small building. As the two visitors passed by, they left four lines of footprints in the snow.

Song Jiao opened the door, the room was bright and warm, Song Yikang looked out of the kitchen in surprise.

He was about to cook, and when he saw the dumplings brought by Song Jiao and Xu Jinchao, and the snowflakes passing by outside the window, he was so happy that he couldn't help but blame: "You two children, why are you here at this time?"

Song Jiao said, "It hasn't snowed yet when I go out."

Song Yikang wanted to keep them for dinner, Song Jiao shook her head and said to her father, "When the snow falls, the road will be difficult to walk."

Song Yikang didn't hold back anymore, sent them to the door, and watched them leave.

Song Jiao was driving when she came, and when she returned home, Xu Jinchao drove. Song Jiao's mood was really low, so she gave the driver's seat to her and sat next to her.

Omega looked at the time on the car's electronic clock frame.

18:35, less than six hours left.

She suddenly wanted to cry loudly, to howl, to complain, to scold, to vent the emotions that had been squeezed in her heart for a long time, but what was the use of it.

This cannot leave Xu Jinchao, nor let them spend the rest of their lives together, Xu Jinchao will soon return to her own home.

Song Jiao knew that she should bless her, hoped that her lover would be happy after being reunited with her family, or be more selfless, and hope that Xu Jinchao's memory of Song Jiao's whole person would be erased and her life would be resumed.

But she couldn't do it. She was on the verge of collapse just facing the separation of life and death. She was a selfish person in her bones. She couldn't make her lover forget herself. At most, she prayed:

Let Xu Jinchao be a little less sad and a little more happy...

Song Jiao bit her lip and swallowed the hopeless cry choked in her throat, so that the tears in her eyes were not allowed to fall.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, the snow on the road along the way had been crushed into ice by the passing vehicles, and the snowflakes also blocked the line of sight. Xu Jinchao really didn't dare to be distracted.

She slowed down and drove cautiously.

But even with enough caution, when driving out of a crowded section and onto a relatively open road, accidents still occur.

The road conditions are so bad, there is an off-road vehicle in the distance on the opposite side, but it can be seen to the naked eye that it is driving very fast and is heading here.

The car is so fancyly painted that the driver seems to be showing off his tricks, rocking the car from side to side on the compacted ice.

Encountering such a person, Xu Jinchao was unlucky, and there was no guardrail in the middle of the road.

She slowed down the speed of the car, thinking that it was really impossible to pull over and stop, and wait for the rampaging idiot on the opposite side to pass by before driving.

But the speed of the off-road vehicle on the opposite side far exceeded Xu Jinzao's estimate, and it was already approaching in a blink of an eye.

The brain-dead driver doesn't know if it's crazy and wants to show off in front of other cars.

He made the car body sway more violently, but he couldn't control the tires from slipping, and the car body rushed towards the front of Xu Jinchao and Song Jiao!

Xu Jinchao slammed the steering wheel in an emergency, evaded to the right, and protected Song Jiao, the co-pilot.

In the violent collision, her brain went blank, and she lost consciousness before she could feel the pain.

***

Xu Jinchao felt that she might be a nightmare. She seemed to be lying on the bed, but her consciousness was struggling in a black sea.

She could vaguely hear the outside voice, the tiny pointer moving, the humming of the air conditioner, the cicadas, and the distant people talking and laughing...

The temperature around him was extremely high, and Xu Jinchao's personal clothes and temples were soaked, sweat dripping down his forehead.

She could feel so much, but she couldn't open her eyes or move her fingers.

Xu Jinchao desperately resisted in the anxiety of the nightmare, trying to blink his eyes, or roll over and get out of bed, but he couldn't do it.

Until suddenly a large flock of birds flew past the window, their wings flapping powerfully and loudly.

She opened her eyes suddenly, stood up straight in the exhaustion and drowsiness that swept in immediately, and stooped down to sit on the bed.

Xu Jinchao's heart was beating wildly. She was not very aware of it at this moment, and she was inexplicably frightened and breathed in hot air.

When she finally regained her senses, she slowly raised her head.

The room in front of her was extremely unfamiliar, and Xu Jinchao didn't recognize it at first. She looked at this simply furnished room, and it took a while to remember.

This is her bedroom.

A place that has nothing to do with [Xu Jinchao] and Song Jiao.

Xu Jinchao stood up. She walked to the window with the curtains closed in the sweltering heat of the room, and pulled the curtains that blocked most of the light.

The warm sunshine in the midsummer afternoon is blowing, and the window is not the small garden of Juzhou, but the residential building is half-empty.

Looking further down, neatly trimmed flower beds fell between the two small high-rise buildings, and there were lush canopies from which the cicadas chirped.

Xu Jinchao's heart that had just stabilized fell heavily into his stomach.

she is back. A person.

The air that just felt extremely hot suddenly turned icy cold. Xu Jinchao was cold from the inside to the outside, standing shivering in the sun.

This state lasted for a while before she regained her apparent calm.

Xu Jinchao remembered the direction of the collision that he had tried so hard to adjust, and Song Jiao should not have been seriously injured.

She turned around and walked out of the bedroom in a daze, trying to get a glass of water for herself.

Xu Jinchao was unfamiliar with the layout of his real house. He walked to the tea table, stared at the panel of the water dispenser, raised his hand in confusion, and realized after a while that there was no electricity.

She remembered the sound of the neighbor's air conditioner outside the bedroom, found the meter box, and found that the meter had tripped.

Lifting the switch and restoring the power supply, the electrical appliances in the room each made a subtle sound, and Xu Jinzao was finally able to connect to quench his thirst.

The familiar electronic music sounded in the bedroom, Xu Jinzao was stunned for a few seconds, realizing that it was his own cell phone ringing.

She went back to the bedroom and picked up the phone from the bedside.

Caller: Gao Luming.

This name will never be unfamiliar to her again. Gao Luming is Xu Jinchao's very good friend, and one of the friends she once said was very close to Song Jiao.

Xu Jinchao answered the phone: "...Hello?"

The other party asked, "Old Xu, will you participate in the evening high school reunion?"

This question is like the key to open the magic box. Many memories flooded Xu Jinchao's mind. They scrambled to squeeze out and quickly passed through his mind.

She was stunned for seven or eight seconds before Gao Luming asked, "Where's the person? Lao Xu?"

Xu Jinchao replied, "I'm not going."

Gao Luming: "Don't tell me that you want to accompany your 'wife' again, sister, you are really stunned? No matter how beautiful the girl in the painting is, she can't get out of the painting!"

Xu Jinchao: "...Well."

Gao Luming: "I haven't been out of the house for a long time. It's good to go out to relax, so as not to get moldy on your body. Besides, you just won an award, so it's not shabby to see your old classmates."

Xu Jinchao: "Let me think about it again."

Gao Luming: "!"

Gao Luming: "I think you agree!"

The other side hung up the phone quickly, Xu Jinchao knew why she was so anxious to make a decision.

Because 'self' was never willing to go out for a party before, the reaction now is enough to surprise Gao Luming, and use it as an opportunity to take her out of the house.

Xu Jinchao has remembered all the previous dreams that he was forced to forget, and he clearly returned to the reality of more than half a year ago in the dream.

She remembered how she had managed to paint the next painting "Beautiful", which won an award at the art exhibition that had discredited her.

After the painting "Jiaojiao" was taken back, she did not sell it, but was fascinated by the smiling young girl in the painting, and set up a separate room at home to watch it day and night.

Gao Luming is worried about her crazy state, and desperately wants to pull Xu Jin out of the house.

The process of creating that painting was indeed strange. The person in the painting had no resemblance to the model Xu Jinchao looked for when he painted, and Xu Jinchao 'self' could not tell how he drew this beautiful girl with a bewitching face.

Of course, without reference to the creative background, the girl in the painting is clearly beautiful and pure, and she can taste a strong story in her expression.

But considering the weirdness of the painting process and the subsequent bewitching of people's hearts, the beauty in the painting is rendered in a terrifying color.

Xu Jinchao was stunned for a while, then she put away her phone and dragged her steps to the other bedroom.

It has been transformed into a collection room that belongs exclusively to "Jiaojiao".

Before pushing the door, Xu Jinzao took a few deep breaths to calm himself down as much as possible.

She opened the bedroom door. The furniture here had been emptied, and the glass windows had been partially covered to prevent sunlight from coming in. The air conditioner that was supposed to keep the temperature turned on and stopped after the trip, and the room was sultry.

Xu Jinchao's eyes were firmly attracted by the painting on the backlit wall. After taking back the memories of the past six months, she seemed to have separated from Song Jiao for a long time.

Seeing the other person from the painting again, her soul and body trembled in a trance.

The Omega in the painting is sitting behind the dining table, with her long hair loosely braided and braided over her shoulders, smiling outside the painting.

Xu Jinchao knew too well what kind of beauty she was in, because her eyes were innocent and pure, untainted by vulgarity and tenderness, and looked over like a deer in the forest.

She smiled shyly and timidly, showing her docility and obedience, being well-behaved and harmless, but the smile lines did not fluctuate into the deep pupils, floating on the beautiful face.

The girl was holding a knife and fork, but it was clearly not a table knife, but a small dagger in her right palm.

It is sharp-edged, and the tip of the knife does not cut into the plate, but lifts it slightly forward, aiming at the person who accompanies her to eat.

Xu Jinchao recited in his heart: Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao...

I drew such a picture without having any memory of her.

Of course, Song Jiao had never done this kind of action before, naked|naked to show her resistance, but the Omega when I first saw it was indeed like in the painting, under the guise of obedience, erected a thorn, and smiled vigilantly at her.

Xu Jinchao reached out and touched the back of her neck, she felt that the information glands belonging to Alpha were buried under the skin.

After a long time, she turned on the room air conditioner and dehumidifier, and sat in front of the painting and stared, as she had done many times before.

Song Jiao regained consciousness from the haze.

She remembered that she and Xu Jinchao were driving home, had a car accident on the road, and then fell into darkness.

She felt that her state was not right, she seemed to be floating, like wandering in some psychedelic dream.

Song Jiao opened her eyes, sat up straight, and looked down to see her translucent legs in winter clothes.

She looked around and saw that she was sitting on the bed in a state of soul in a small bedroom she didn't recognize at all.

Where is this, Xu Jinchao? she thinks.

Because the soles of the booties were still stained with slush, Song Jiao subconsciously moved her legs off the bed and chose to stand on the floor.

In her soul, she walked around the room, looking for Xu Jinchao in a hurry. Seeing that there was nothing to clearly show her master's identity, she walked out of the bedroom and came to the small living room.

There were photos on the TV cabinet. Song Jiao stepped forward to look at them. This was a group photo of a family of three. The middle-aged couple and their young daughter were sticking together. The three of them laughed happily.

Song Jiao immediately reacted when she saw the content of the photo, because it was Xu Jinchao and her real parents. Compared with the real people, Alpha's portraits of their parents were quite vivid.

...This is Xu Jinchao's home.

She was at a loss, looking at her translucent hands, standing blankly on the ground, her mind was in chaos.

Are you dead?

Song Jiao was at a loss, she almost felt that she was being badly teased by Xu Jinchao's 'He'.

What is this doing, what is it doing? !

She thought of her father, Juzhou and Huacheng, and Xu Jinchao, who had probably already returned home.

Countless negative emotions were entangled in her heart, and Song Jiao almost felt suffocated.

She even thought that if she stayed here like a ghost, she would watch Xu Jinchao restart her new life, watch the other party meet new girlfriends (Xu Jinchao has three exes!), and talk to each other. Say love, date and kiss, and...

Song Jiao was about to be tormented by her own brain supplement, and her heart was burning with jealousy and grievance that almost broke her rationality.

But when she was on the verge of collapse, she heard a low cry.

The cry was so familiar that Song Jiao's fingertips trembled for a moment.

She pounced in that direction, through the closed door, and almost passed through the sobbing Alpha.

Song Jiao saw the large oil painting portraits hung by steel wires on the wall.

The picture shows herself smirking, while her poor lover, who finally returns home, is curled up in the seat, crying out of breath.

Xu Jinchao had never been in such pain before, his body regained health, but a new pain spread from his heart.

Looking at Jiaojiao's portrait, her heart began to twist from the inside out, and a knife was desperately poking out from the inside, trying to open her heart and get out of her chest.

She was trembling with pain, unable to sit up straight, her back was getting more and more curved, and she buried her face in her palms.

Xu Jinchao finally cried like a helpless child. She couldn't even make a loud voice, she could only weep and cry, feeling that she was so weak and ugly.

What she didn't know was that her little wife was in a hurry beside her, trying to get her attention.

Song Jiao tried her best, but Xu Jin couldn't see herself at all. She shouted and waved to no avail.

Omega finally cried out in despair and sadness.

[Xu Jinchao, look at me...]

--------------------

The author has something to say:

Jiaojiao (the sky is falling apart): I want to watch my wife fall in love with someone else! ! !

Actually

Jin Dynasty (crying to the point of collapse): My beauty! ! !

I, the protagonist with a villain in his eyes, was scolded (lighting a cigarette)