The light reflected on the sparkling sea, like the tails of mermaids. The fish tail turned out layers of waves, washing the hull. A young man in a white suit is standing on the clean bow of the boat, and the lonely moon meets the lighthouse in the distance on a midsummer night.

In his right hand was a silver-gray cane.

This cane is a design draft of Qin Mingzhu's painting. The head of the cane uses his favorite pearl element, so that when Yan Jiayu uses the cane, his palm will stroke the pearl every time.

In the fairy tale of the mermaid, the little mermaid turned her fish tail into two feet for her beloved prince, and went ashore to attend a banquet. Every time she walked, it was like stepping on the edge of a knife.

Yan Jiayu lowered her eyes and raised her eyes, those warm eyes like pearls of ink, fixedly looking at Qin Mingzhu, "Do you like it?"

Did Brother Jiayu mean the gift he gave?

Qin Mingzhu remembered that she hadn't had time to dismantle it, but her mouth had already said, "I like it."

Yan Jiayu's eyes turned into real love at that moment.

The smell in the air seemed to turn into the scent of candy, he opened his heart, revealed his hidden love, and handed Qin Mingzhu the knife that determined his life and death.

"Pearl."

"There's something I think I should tell you."

"I love you."

It's not a love that has a good feeling at first, it's not a love that changes rapidly, it's a mind hidden in a wheelchair day and night, a secret hidden in the gaze.

"I'm sorry, sorry."

He watched Qin Mingzhu escape from him and escaped back to the world of gold and drunken paper.

Sheng Yingqi, who was driving, received a call.

On the other end of the phone was Mr. Ying's voice.

"I promise you."

Chapter 10

During the days of studying abroad, Qin Mingzhu had insomnia for a long time.

He was not adapted to the extreme day and night life, and during the extreme day, he often couldn't sleep all night long. The pain caused by extreme insomnia made him make a phone call.

The person on the other end of the phone answered in seconds.

"Mingzhu." The warm voice reached the other side of the ocean where Qin Mingzhu was located through the radio waves. At that moment, he wanted to cry for nothing, but he held it back. He unconsciously opened the website and closed it again with the hand holding the mouse.

"I am here at the extreme day."

Explain the purpose of making the call in one sentence. If it weren't for Jiday, he wouldn't take the initiative to make the call.

"Can't sleep?"

Qin Mingzhu hummed softly.

"Then let's talk."

Qin Mingzhu heard the sound of something being put down, like a pen. He immediately asked, "Are you working? If so, I'll hang up."

Yan Jiayu's always steady voice showed a rare urgency, like bubbles from a long-sealed and bumped Coke can, "No, Pearl, I'm not working."

Qin Mingzhu was inexplicably nervous. He licked his lower lip, not knowing what to say for a while, and finally sighed. When he noticed that Yan Jiayu on the other end was about to speak, he interrupted, "Recently, my classmate recommended a movie for me to watch, but I didn't dare to watch it. Would you accompany me?"

Whenever he was interested in some horror and bloody movies, but he didn't dare to watch them, he would always take Yan Jiayu to accompany him. As long as the camera started to go wrong, he would cover his eyes and ask Yan Jiayu if he was afraid.

If it is not scary, he will pull back the progress to see, if it is scary, let Yan Jiayu briefly talk about the plot of this section.

Later, instead of covering his eyes with Qin Mingzhu, Yan Jiayu's hands would cover his eyes first. Yan Jiayu's hand was as clean and warm as his own. Qin Mingzhu closed her eyes under this hand and felt that her whole body was lazy, like a cat sleeping on a cloud.

The classmate recommended a movie that was unpopular but said to be good. It was about a pair of lovers who died unexpectedly and the other couldn't accept the fact, so he used potion to keep his lover's body from rotting. To this end, he even hollowed out his lover's internal organs with his own hands, made antiseptics, and then sutured the skin.

Everyone, including the neighbors, thought his lover was still alive because he even took his lover out for a walk every night. He put his lover in a wheelchair and dressed her in thick, soft clothes with plenty of perfume to cover up the smell of potion vapor and corpse.

Even though Yan Jiayu was watching the movie with him on the other side of the ocean, Qin Mingzhu couldn't watch the movie. He hurriedly turned off the video, hid on the bed, and listened to Yan Jiayu's voice—the sound of light breathing.

"Is the ending good?" he asked Yan Jiayu.

Yan Jiayu seemed to think for a while before answering: "The neighbor called the police, and the male protagonist was finally sentenced for insulting a corpse."

"Ah!" Qin Mingzhu didn't expect this ending. Although he thought the male lead was perverted, it was out of love for the female lead. How could it be such a bad ending?

Thinking about it, he suddenly asked Yan Jiayu, "If... I said that if, Jiayu, your future lover dies, you will be like the male protagonist in this movie—" He frowned, barely trying to figure out what to do with this Adjective for love, "Does paranoia leave a lover in the world purely?"

"I do not know."

This answer makes Qin Mingzhu a little disappointed, although he doesn't understand what he is disappointed in, is it that Yan Jiayu's love is not great enough, or his love is not morbid enough?

Literary and artistic works always like to describe extreme love and hatred. Lovers are like blood, and haters are like Chen Hao. It seems that this is the only way to be vigorous.

"If it were me." Yan Jiayu's words interrupted Qin Mingzhu's disorganized thoughts, "I shouldn't be so selfish to my lover."

Qin Mingzhu was stunned.

Selfish?

He recalled the movie he had just watched.

The heroine of the movie died at the beginning, without even a single line, and the whole movie did not reveal any thoughts of the heroine. Thinking about it now, the heroine is more like a carrier for the love of the male protagonist. No one asked her if she would like to stay with the male protagonist like this.