Married, divorced, left in the United States, and had a miscarriage, Sui Xin fell into deep thought, these twenty-four years of life can be so rich.
When the stylist called out to her, she was leaning against the window on the side of the hallway and smoking.
In the smoky smoke, she was still shaking.
"Teacher Sui, it's time to do the styling."
"Okay, I got it."
Turning around, Sui Xin silently extinguished his cigarette, turned around, and stepped on his high heels to return to the dressing room.
As an emotional teacher who has signed and signed contracts for a long time, Sui Xin sat on the leather sofa in the corner of the stage, quietly listening to the young girl standing on the stage trembling and holding the microphone to tell her emotional story.
Married at the age of twenty, found out that her husband was cheating at the age of twenty-one, and she was pregnant, this story is really like a mold carved out of her experience.
"Sister Sui, what do you say I should do, do you want to forgive him?"
The young girl was already teary-eyed, Sui Xin's body sunk in the sofa moved, and when she held the microphone, the indifferent voice was already floating in the studio.
"Little girl, he has cheated on you after only a year of marriage, can you be sure that he will keep you honest for decades to come, don't be stupid, this kind of thing will have a second time with the first time, there are so many choices in life, you deserve to meet a better man, so, my advice to you is, divorce, go boldly to find a better future."
When he put down the microphone, Sui Xin let out a long sigh of relief.
As soon as she finished speaking, the young girl cried even more fiercely, and the host Wen Jing was still handing out tissues intimately on the side, and she could only shake her head gently.
"Maybe, it doesn't have to be divorced."
The deep sound came from the other side of the stage, reverberating in the studio in a low voice, waking everyone up like an alarm clock.
It's been one night, this is the first time Zuo Yimo has spoken since the show was recorded, because of his silence for two hours, Sui Xin almost forgot that there was a special guest tonight.
Sui Xin looked along the other side of the stage and sat in the light, his figure leaning on the sofa maintained a little lazy, his posture was casual, and his dark gray blazer was draped over his shoulders, as if it was a concave shape.
He sat there, with Erlang's legs crossed, and when the lights gathered, there was a scream of trembling from the audience, and his ears were pierced uncomfortably.
The coldness revealed by his figure is exactly the same as three years ago, the same self, and the same brilliance of the stars holding the moon.
When preparing backstage, when she learned the name of tonight's special guest from Wen Jing's mouth, she couldn't sit still, she didn't think that a rich and powerful capitalist like Zuo Yimo would accept the invitation of such an obscure small show.
"Sui Xin," Two words, his lips pursed, piercing the air-like sexy, but Sui Xin got goosebumps when he heard it.
It was as if the voice from the valley was as distant as an ancient time, and he had not finished speaking, "Your conclusion is too hasty. ” The air in the studio dropped by four or five degrees in an instant, and it was cold from the outside to the inside.
Sui Xin just chuckled, but in her afterglow, she caught a glimpse of Wen Jing's hand shaking to hand the little girl to the tissue, after so many periods, Zuo Yimo was the first guest to refute her point of view so ruthlessly.
Later, Zuo Yimo's eloquent talk was just a fallacy for her, he was unreasonable, and he had always been like this.
After the recording, Sui Xin left in a hurry, with no intention of staying any longer, but fortunately, until the car drove out of the parking lot, he didn't meet anyone he shouldn't have met.
Along the way, the white car shuttled through the traffic.
Obviously it was already midnight, but this bustling city was still staging a bright nightlife, the lights on the side of the road swept Sui Xin's somewhat tired face, her hand was holding the steering wheel tightly, and the accelerator pedal was very light, not fast.
Sliding down the car window, a cool wind blew in, blowing a chill in the head, the first meeting after many years was not pleasant, but also evoked a memory that she had always wanted to forget.
She didn't tell anyone that she had a history of hidden marriage, and the object of the hidden marriage was Zuo Yimo. t1706231537: