Under the warm yellow light, Yang Haoran watched quietly. When Pei Chi looked at him, he quickly put on a smile. It was just that the corners of his mouth had not yet completely raised, but there was already a hint of envy and beautiful longing in his eyes. He closed the computer...
When Xiaoqian saw Pei Yu arriving late to the living room, she hurriedly ran to the living room. From the hanger on the side, he took out a set of exquisite dresses. Waving back and forth behind him, he said: "In view of the security situation tomorrow night, I strongly recommend adding more of our own manpower."
"You can count me in!" After hearing this, Yang Haoran said, He hurriedly came over to express his gratitude.
Pei Yuchi reminded cautiously: "No need. If there are too many people, it will make us look pompous. Please take care of each other. Tomorrow is an outdoor venue with a large flow of people and many unforeseen factors. Everyone is You need to be more vigilant."
Pei Yuchi took a deep breath, turned to Yang Haoran and said, "You and Xia should pay special attention to safety in the auditorium. If there is any chaos, come right away. Find us backstage." His eyes swept over Yang Haoran seriously, as if to emphasize the importance of the matter.
Pei Yuchi's behavior made Yang Haoran feel guilty. The moment he turned around, he met those serious eyes, and complex emotions surged in his heart.
At this time, the vague whispers of Pei Yuchi and Xia came from the direction of the kitchen:
"My hands are not convenient, let me feed you."
"My left hand is stable, you go and rest first... Go to bed early in the future, don't stay so late, it's not good for your health..."
"Xiaoqian, try on the clothes tomorrow, you should also go to bed early "Take a rest."
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"Are you still blaming me...?"
Yang Haoran's voice was low, full of uncontrollable hesitation. Self-blame and uneasiness.
That incident suddenly came to mind again, and I was still unable to make up for that mistake. Is Pei Yuchi's instructions today reminding him of his imprudence at the time?
What worried him even more was how much trust Pei Yuchi still had in him? Can I truly make up for the past and win his understanding and forgiveness? Such thoughts made Yang Haoran feel sad.
Pei Yuchi stopped, turned around, and closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyes. He sighed softly, his chest rising and falling for a while, as if he was sorting out his chaotic thoughts.
After a while, he opened his eyes again, a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and there was a sense of powerlessness in the corners of his eyes. What reflected in his eyes was not only the concern for his safety, but also the extreme pain he felt after pouring all his tenderness into it.
There was a trace of helplessness in his eyes: "I don't blame you...but I am worried. Our profession itself is full of risks. I am not invulnerable, and I cannot completely rule out accidents, but I will do everything possible to protect the people around me."
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Pei Yu hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and continued: "This is the path I have chosen. I understand the hardships involved and understand everyone in this industry. So, I don't I blame you, I just hope you understand that this is the price of choice."
His eyes turned to Yang Haoran again, with a hint of deep worry: "What's more, our family and friends are also bearing this. The pressure of choice. They need to face media attention, public opinion, and sometimes even endure rumors and threats to their personal safety. Therefore, I not only need to protect myself, but also create a relatively safe and peaceful environment for them.”
The people around him were lost in thought. They listened to Pei Yuchi's words silently and thought about the deep meaning.
Yang Haoran looked at everyone's expressions and took a deep breath: "I'm sorry just now, I didn't hesitate to speak. This matter has been bothering me for a long time. I know very well that I was staying with Sister Xia at that time. I could have avoided such an accident by being around you, but I failed to live up to your instructions. I have never sincerely apologized to you in any case. I know that the mistakes of the past cannot be undone. Tomorrow, I will never leave Sister Xia." His voice. With sincerity and determination.
Xiao Liao walked up to him and patted his shoulder slightly, trying to ease his mood.
Pei Yuchi walked aside silently, his eyes dim. He stopped talking and did not want to mention the past.
He knew that some things had happened and could not be changed. He walked to the island of the restaurant, sat down, and stared at the meal prepared by Shia.
Yang Haoran silently returned to the sofa in the living room. The atmosphere was a bit solemn. He didn't know why he suddenly said it just now.
Although no one blamed him for Sia's kidnapping, it was like a thorn in his heart, deeply rooted in his heart, and he could not get rid of it.
He was eager to hear a complete understanding from Pei Yuchi. Even if you simply say "Don't take it to heart!", you may be able to let it go.
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In the restaurant, three dim lights illuminated the marble island. Pei Yuchi was eating slowly alone, making occasional tinkling sounds. , the chopsticks connected and spread suddenly in the empty hall.
His eyes were blurry, and the quiet atmosphere in the restaurant made him feel even more lonely. Alone with his own thoughts and inner turmoil, he savored the taste of the food in silence.
In the living room, Yang Haoran was buried in his laptop alone. Under the dim light, his expression was a little more profound and hesitant. There was silence all around, except for the occasional slight sound of his fingertips tapping the keyboard, which seemed to be especially noticeable at this moment.
The distance of more than ten steps seemed to be an invisible barrier, and they were each immersed in their own thoughts.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, the night was dark and helpless. Their thoughts are intertwined, as if they were two parallel lines, destined not to intersect, but unable to avoid collision in this silent space.