Chapter 32: Thirty two

Lu Jiaheng froze for three seconds.
His eyes widened, little by little.
He looked at the bright red exclamation mark in front of the green bubble in disbelief. For more than 20 years in his life, he felt the taste of being blackened for the first time.
He was blackened.
Was it blacked out? !
He racked his brains and thought about Bala's apology for a long time. He didn't even have a chance to be born, so he died.
Without saying anything, Lu Jiaheng directly dialed Chuichi's mobile number.
There is no soft, glutinous feed on weekdays, or even the beeping sound of continuous waiting a few days ago.
The female voice of the tablet sounded cold: Hello, the user you dialed is busy, please dial later.
The mobile phone number was also blacked out.
Lu Jiaheng exploded.
He stood up abruptly and walked backstage without a word.
He had just been paralyzed in his chair for a while. At this time, the last chorus had already begun. Many people were sneaking away. Cheng Yi whispered to him in the back: "Aheng, what are you doing!"
Lu Jiaheng ignored everything, and went into the backstage, which was full of people. He searched around and found her.
The long hair up before the first garden was removed at this time, and it was softly scattered. The thick stage makeup was wiped off with a makeup remover wipes. The whole person looked clean and fresh, and the deer eyes were large and round. Eyelashes are curled, and when you drop your eyes, you cover them down and cast a soft shadow.
It seemed to be felt, Hatsui looked up and looked up.
Lu Jiaheng stood and looked at her.
Facing his eyes, his dark eyes looked gloomy, his lips clenched tightly, and his eyebrows slightly locked.
For only a moment, Chuichi fluttered lightly, without looking away from the trace.
The original words called her next, and she turned her head to talk to the boy.
His eyes are calm and light, and his movements are extremely natural.
It was as if there was no one standing in the place she had just scanned.
Lu Jiaheng froze in place, some did not respond.
In fact, at the moment when I saw her, all the things in his heart would have disappeared completely without a trace.
At this time, he suddenly reacted.
What is he doing here?
What has he been doing all the time?
Lu Jiaheng's thin lips squeezed stiffly, and for the first time he produced a kind of emotion similar to panic.
The boy said something in front. The girl listened quietly, curled her lips and smiled, a shallow pear vortex on her cheek, and her eyes followed a curve, like a round moon.
Hatsuji stood up and walked along with her knight while talking.
Step by step, the distance slowly gets closer.
He seemed to want to call her, his fingers lifted slightly, his throat moved, and there was no sound.
Chuichi rubbed his shoulders with him and never looked at him from beginning to end.
Next to her, the original words are talking about the anecdotes that happened in the professional course of octopus, and when he went out from the back door, Hatsui gently exhaled.
The original words turned sideways: "Sister, are you nervous?"
At first he looked up dumbfounded: "Ah?"
"You just seemed a little nervous," the original words grinned. "Who was that person just now? Did you know."
It's a bastard.
She lowered her head again, hid half of her face in a warm scarf, and said sullenly, "I don't know."
The original word "ah" was heard, and no more words were spoken.
The day in winter is very short, and it is dim at four o'clock in the afternoon.
The two went out of the auditorium together. The snow outside didn't know when to get up. The white snowflakes fell softly, and the floor was thin.
Chuichi stood at the back door of the auditorium and stopped, still hanging his head: "It's hard today."
The original words were a little stunned, and then he leaned over and looked at her with a smile: "Sister, if someone bullies you, just tell me."
Chu Zhi nodded, shook his head again, and said slowly: "No one bullied me."
"OK, then I'm gone."
"Ok."
The teenager dexterously jumped down the steps, stood at the third step, waved at her, walked out a few steps, turned back and waved at her before leaving.
The first nose rubbed the edge of the scarf, then raised his hand and dragged it up.
The mouth and nose were covered by scarves, and the hot air rushed up the gap, hanging small drops of water on her eyelashes.
She stood there for a while and waited for her first father to pick her up. The weather outside was a bit cold. Hatsuri thought for a while, and decided to go in and wait.
When I turned around, I saw Lu Jiaheng standing behind her, leaning on the back door of the auditorium and looking at her.
The man stood behind her several times today, without a voice, and did not know how long he had stood.
Like a spirit behind.
Hatsumi turned his head around and turned around again, dismissing the idea of ​​waiting inside.
Never mind.
Cold is cold.
I like cold! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
She simply buried her head deeply and hid her eyes in the scarf. Seeing nothing was clear. She did everything she could to keep the statue intact, as if the person behind did not exist.
But I don't know if it's one thing. It's another thing to know that someone standing behind is staring at her.
Hakuchi was uncomfortably dead, uncomfortable, and raised his head violently, jumped down the stairs, and went down the hall to the front door.
As a result she moved, so did he.
Behind the shoes stepped on, a softly crunching voice kept coming, following her not far away.
Hatsumi took a deep breath and stopped, the people behind him stopped.
After a pause, she went on, and before she could take two steps, she heard a low sigh coming behind her.
The next second, the person behind him accelerated his pace, and his first wrist was caught.
Lu Jiaheng grabbed her, walked long legs away, and walked in front of her in two steps. He was too high, and he needed to bend down to grasp her hand, so his sight was basically the same height as her.
Eyes were drooping at first, and water vapor was hanging on the eyelashes. The fine hair at the hairline was also covered with water vapor, which was a little wet.
All under the eyes are hidden in the scarf, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
Long eyes covered low, staring at the ground without blinking, just not looking at him.
This is angry.
Probably mad.
The two stalemate for a while, Hatsuji couldn't help but whispered: "Release..."
He didn't respond.
She pulled her hand back hard: "You let go..."
He was still holding on tightly, not talking or letting go, but instead the man stepped forward and got closer.
As soon as she pumped, his fingers slipped from the cloth on her wrist and touched the back of her hand. It was a bit iced, but it seemed to be hot.
Her hands were too cold, soft and cold, and boneless. Lu Jiaheng unconsciously rubbed her fingertips gently on the back of her hands.
The first shudder shuddered, pulling back hard.
From small to large, she has never seen such a rogue person.
Willful behavior, frivolous manners, bad temper, and self-righteousness, a who will not consider others at all.
At first, he was so angry that something that had been suppressed by her time for a drama performance reappeared again, and the lines quickly passed through the lines, and I imagined how this scene should scold him.
Thinking, Lu Jiaheng sighed lowly.
He took two steps forward, approaching her, his eyes dark, his voice low, and his breath light: "I'm sorry."
He pursed his lips, bowed his head, looked at her unblinkingly, his expression languid, his tone a little cautious: "At first, I was wrong."
Chuchi didn't speak, and his hand, which had been desperately retracting, didn't move.
No one spoke for a while, and she looked down at the ground with her eyes low and unresponsive.
Suddenly, with a click, a drop of water dropped on the snow between the two.
A light drop fell silently, followed by another drop.
Chuchi blinked his eyes, and a string of tears fell down under his thick lashes.
Lu Jiaheng froze in place.
She cried silently, and she shed tears quietly, her voice soft and unscented, with a little fuzzy stickiness: "You let go..."
Chu Garden's head hung down, tears became more and more fierce, and his small body trembled and retracted gently, aggrieved, thin and weak, with a sob: "Don't touch me..."
Lu Jiaheng released his hand.
Chuchi quickly shrank back, and the whole person quickly, a little back, a little bit, from the beginning of silence to choking.
She was crying more and more fiercely, her tears couldn't stop, and her shoulders were shaking.
Lu Jiaheng pursed her lips tightly. The thin lips were pale: "I don't touch you."
He hung his hands in front of her, his voice low and dumb, his voice very soft, and he spoke very softly, "I won't touch you anymore, sorry, sorry, don't cry."
He panicked and felt so distressed that he was a bit overwhelmed and couldn't say anything, only saying sorry.
Chuichi didn't want to cry.
She originally wanted to scold him handsomely, it was better to kick him again, and then go away, and then ignore him again.
But it was very wronged.
It's so sad.
Suppressed by the emotions, when I saw this person, it was like a flood broke the dike.
The crying is definitely not handsome at all, not chic at all, which is completely different from the scene she just imagined rehearsing.
But she couldn't control it.
As soon as she saw him, when she thought of what happened this afternoon, she could not be aggrieved.
How can he do that today.
How could he bring her into the dressing room without permission after doing those things, and then he left her alone when he knew there was someone outside, so he left.
It's really too much.
She was at a loss, embarrassed, ashamed, and embarrassed.
How can he do this.
Hatsuri finally raised his head and cried all his eyes red, like a stubborn little rabbit.
She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes forcibly, but the grievances but uncontrollable catharsis came out. The tears wiped off and there was a new gush. on the ground.
"Lu Jiaheng, you really hate..."
Chuichi sniffed his nose, his voice hoarse, with a deep crying voice, "I don't forgive you, I hate you the most."
The author has something to say:
The male lead was disgusted, the whole text was over, all stood up, applauded, celebrating the third time this article was finished, and all sat down.
Master is a garbage man. Before being spoiled by girls, he felt that he was the center of the world. How could he be empathetic, gentle and considerate at once?
A big death is just such a person! ! !