passed the plastic surgery hospital, Shixi was a little apprehensive.
In recent years, for some reason it has become popular to use knives on the face. Although a woman is a person who pleases herself, she can so cruelly slash wounds on her face and wait patiently for it to heal completely and turn into another person. You can imagine the inner pressure that needs to be endured.
Shixi shook her head. Even if a perfect face is presented to a lover, it is something unimaginable anyway.
Just as he was about to walk quickly, out of the corner of Shixi's eyes, he saw a woman with her head wrapped like a wounded man walking out of that door.
She wears strangely large sunglasses, covering half of her face, and wraps silk scarves layer by layer below her nose, fearing that the wind will blow the silk scarf up, and one hand still firmly presses the silk scarf on her chin corner.
In the other hand, he was holding a frame with a photo.
Shixi just wanted to cross the road, but bumped into her like a ghost. With a bang, the frame fell to the ground, she hurriedly bent down to pick it up, and only then did she see the photo framed in the frame.
It must be a neurotic woman, her eyes are scattered and blurred, with a weird smile on the corner of her mouth, she has long hair in wavy little curls, and is about thirty years old.
On the right side of her nose, there is a small black mole.
Shixi was about to say sorry when the woman turned around and ran away.
She wanted to chase her, but then she thought that the time she had agreed with Zhiyu had already passed. Maybe, he was sipping coffee and looking at the Sayuri waitress.
Thinking of Zhiyu showing some kind of lustful eyes, she couldn't hold back a little. She owed him in this life, and she has been in love for two years. Recently, she feels more and more unable to grasp his heart.
Waking up one morning, Se-hee found Ji-woo staring at her in a daze.
how?
nothing.
Don't get some sleep?
Can't sleep, don't want to sleep.
The simple answer made her a little confused. However, she suddenly understood.
For two years, not too long or not too short, how could it not be annoying to face the same face every day.
It's her fault. Everyone knows that relationships need to be managed, but they are too busy with each other, and the time they spend together is only after work in the evening. Often, there are too many trivial things to deal with, and the rest of the space just wants to breathe the free air greedily. , nothing is needed.
Love, I don't know where I forgot to go...
Ji Woo should be in a hurry.
Of course she still loved him, and she felt that it seemed unnecessary to think about it.
She clutched the frame in one hand and trotted all the way.
They often come to this coffee shop because they like the large French windows facing the street.
Sitting by the window, you can enjoy the good sunlight that comes in.
This time, Se-hee guessed wrong.
Ji Woo was desperately adding sugar to his black coffee, but his eyes kept glancing out the window.
Two fashionably dressed women are having trouble parking their car and are discussing how to back up the car.
Se-hee sat down, put the frame down, and looked up at him.
He looked back defiantly. Then, he actually stood up, walked around the small round table, walked a few steps, and pushed the door out.
Shixi bit her lip.
here we go again. This is the war they understand.
If deep love is an irreversible redemption, then Ji Woo's vision just now has proved that he is the protagonist today.
She felt that something was being torn apart inch by inch, and she looked at him coldly to see what he was going to do next.
He chatted and laughed with them, apparently struck up a conversation with one of them, he put his hand on the wall in front of her, he helped them park the car, and closed the door in a deliberately casual way—he was used to it trick.
He knew how to please a woman, just as he had conquered her in a single day.
They came in, three.
The woman gave Zhiyu a business card, and he quickly put it away.
The three laughed happily, her face almost touching his.
She couldn't bear it any longer, she wished to dig out the pair of too flexible eyeballs, rushed up, smashed the coffee pot, and lost her temper.
She must love you so much.
After Se-hee left, the woman said that to Ji-woo.
That night, Shixi leaned into Zhiyu's ear and whispered:
Think of me as her.
who?
She, the woman who gave you business cards during the day.
baffling!
Treat me as her, or I'll be angry!
Well, this is what you said.
certainly.
You have the final say, you bastard!
So she smiled and wrapped him tenderly. Her fingers dig into his, just right.
When he was satisfied, he lay relaxed beside her, snoring softly from the pillow, Shixi's heart was a little dazed.
Is this what she wants? She couldn't help sighing.
——No matter how deep the feelings are, they will fade and deteriorate over time.
She can't win time no matter what, this is the fateful joke of love.
She woke up.
Chapter 2 Swap
I want this face.
Shixi pointed to the face she spent half a day cutting out and pasting on the brochure with heart, and said expressionlessly.
The doctor looked at her suspiciously, and then looked at what she wanted.
It was a charming face. Tall eyebrows, unruly eyes, straight nose, sexy lips.
Nature is very different.
So he agreed to operate on her, without hesitation after showing her the same operation as a horror movie.
He was convinced that her delicate features could create another work of art.
Perfection is a virtue of man. The pursuit of perfection is a character of cosmetic surgeons.
For the last time, she changed her clothes and took a picture without makeup.
The photo was quickly enlarged and framed. She held it, her palms sweaty, the cold glass piercing sharply into her heart, and she could hear it thumping.
How can you not be afraid. However, if you measure it, it is still more joy and expectation.
Half a year later, her love with Zhiyu will continue like this, forever.
She doesn't have to worry about anything anymore. She traded blood and wounds for time.
The surgeon drew black lines all over her face.
The bright lights were turned on, and she began to fall asleep.
Chapter 3 Warmth of Hands
Ji Woo has been crazy since Se Hee disappeared.
No passion does not mean no emotion. No matter what, he was already familiar with her dove-like snuggling by his side, and now, no one can help him relieve this kind of amputation-like discomfort.
He has also tried to date other women, it is a kind of pleasure, but every time there is always an accident, which interrupts this unprovoked desire and makes him disinterested.
Sometimes it's a pebble, sometimes it's an unfamiliar phone call, and sometimes it's the women who leave suddenly and look at him with contempt.
This made him think of Shixi involuntarily. He always had a feeling that she was never far away.
He also tried shaking hands with the women he had interacted with to test the warmth of their palms.
Some knuckles are thick, some are too thin. Almost unanimously - terribly cold.
He was so hopeful that one day, he would be able to hold Shixi's familiar hands tightly again.
As long as you hold it that way, you are happy.
Unfortunately, he never had a chance to tell her this again.
After two months, tired of all this, he finally chose someone.
Although lonely.
Chapter 4 Desire. Panic
When the first winter snow fell, Zhiyu only added a scarf to his shirt and jacket, which was given by Shixi six months ago.
He has recently met a woman.
Yes, right at that coffee shop. When I saw her for the first time, it felt familiar, as if I had seen her in some park or on the road.
It's just that the reason is so far-fetched that even he himself wants to laugh.
Then, he took her shoulders and walked down the familiar street. One afternoon, a rain fell on her eyebrows, and a few flower buds full of desire bloomed.
He suddenly discovered that there was a small black mole on the right side of her nose.
Looking at her flawless face, he felt something hit his chest heavily, and without saying anything, he invited her home.
Sixi, call me Sixi.
Shixi?
He was drenched in cold sweat, hurriedly sat up from the bed, and let go of her tightly clasped hands.
She smiled good-naturedly, and didn't mind him watching her call another woman's name.
But he couldn't sit still any longer and got up to pour ice water. Accidentally, the water glass overturned, and the transparent liquid flowed onto the photo of him and Shixi pressed under the glass.
He became manic, grabbed his clothes and ran out.
The next day, the woman was gone.
Zhiyu felt a little regretful and wondered if he should go to her again. Shixi has been missing for so long, and it's time to come back. Maybe it's time to put her down.
However, when he finally reconnected with her and fell in love with her, he suddenly received a letter.
Shixi's handwriting.
He sucked in his breath, folded it and put it in his pocket, she looked at him with a smile, put a chocolate in his mouth, and licked her fingers playfully.
Ready to go to an appointment?
certainly.
then what do I do?
let's break up. I can't forget her.
A slap in the face answered him. He couldn't understand why she was so desperate. Originally, this was just a tacit game between men and women.
- Consensus, nothing.
At the agreed place, Zhiyu attended in full costume, nervously not knowing what to do.
Shixi didn't show up, it was her who came.
Zhiyu was a little flustered, but it was himself who was at fault after all. She didn't say anything, but instead cried in a deep voice, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.
He was still leaning around to see if there was any sign of Shixi, after all, he had waited too long.
The aroma of coffee quickly filled the air, and the waitress came over with a tray to refill his cup.
Sixi cried even more sadly.
Zhiyu wanted to hold her hand, she pulled it out, took out a photo from her bag, moved it to her face gropingly, and called his name hoarsely:
Zhiyu, it's me. It's me, Shixi.
...
Jiyu, it's really me, don't believe me, shake my hand!
He shivered as he tried to touch those equally cold hands, his lips turned purple, and all the blood began to flow back.
My God, what a world this is!
He never wanted to see the face in front of him again.
This time, he was really crazy.
Chapter 5 The warmth of hands
Shixi can't find Zhiyu, and can't find it again.
But she still had a glimmer of hope, because she knew his complete and well-thought-out revenge plan—or, if it wasn't a revenge plan, it was a sign that he still loved her.
The cosmetic doctor told her that after half a year, her Zhiyu would also appear in front of her with a completely different face, and then she would fall in love with him again, in the same way, full of sensual stimulation.
This of course takes more time to wait.
In the process of waiting, she enjoyed the anxious and secretly happy mood.
This was a kind of unstoppable heat that stirred in her blood, and all the cells in her body were flooded with this emotion, and she was moved by herself.
Is this love? of course. It has to be. Otherwise, the expensive price they paid for this is nothing.
Half a year later, he still hasn't appeared.
She studied her own hands all day and night, went to wait wherever he might appear, talked to every man with lustful eyes, shook hands, and even ruthlessly tried with her body.
She was convinced that only in this way could she recognize him at the first time.
That was her destiny.
She does it tirelessly.
In Chapter 6, the exchange
of Zhiyu - if you can still be called by this name after changing his face - should be more mature.
He was often under Shixi's residence, one stop for the whole night.
He became a photographer.
He could only smile bitterly, this was his old favorite, and it sounded like a very attractive career.
However, when he regained his intimacy with Se-hee and told her that his name was Jin-woo, she suddenly pushed him away like a plague.
He finally gave her a taste of that too. All the pain he endured was compensated.
He thought it would be evened out like this, and thought that he could put it down like this, but he found out sadly that he still loves Shixi.
With that little melon seed face, full of dependence, coquettish, innocent and cute Shixi.
He couldn't forgive her any longer in pain. All the good memories related to her are like a curse, overlapping and entangled.
What should he do?
Touching the face that he didn't know, he was even more afraid that Shixi would suddenly appear, standing in front of him and calling his name.
He traded for his strange self, but got nothing.
Who is he?
The question made his head spin.
It's just that he clearly knows that they - will never go back.
Chapter 7 One day, she woke up
However, Se-hee still recognizes Ji-woo after all.
In the process of waiting and searching, she has developed an instinct, that is, she will suddenly turn around nervously while walking to see if there is Zhiyu around.
At a certain subway station, she finally miraculously found his familiar back.
In a flash, she screamed and ran over.
Ji Woo ran to the exit at a faster speed.
After a few laps, she was so tired that she couldn't move, leaning on the billboard for breath.
There was a sudden bang outside, making her heart tremble.
She dragged her body out and pushed aside the crowd, she saw a strange, blood-stained, still warm, one that had laughed, cried, loved, hated, missed, sad, resentful, forgiven, and now distorted. Face, stuck firmly under the body.
She covered her mouth and staggered out of the crowd.
Panic passed her by, thinking about nothing, she went straight to the hospital.
Help me change a face, a face no one knows.
it is good. Surgery is quick, you know.
She doesn't speak anymore.
When Shixi came out of that door, the warm sunlight returned to her bloodless face.
Her head was bandaged like a wounded man, wearing strangely large sunglasses, covering half of her face, and wrapping silk scarves layer by layer under her nose, fearing that the wind would blow the silk scarf up, one hand still Firmly press the corner of the silk scarf on your chin.
In the other hand, he was holding a frame with a photo.
As it happened, a rash woman hurried past and bumped into her.
With a bang, the frame fell to the ground, and the woman hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
Shixi suddenly found in horror that her face was exactly the same as hers.
Oh, she laughed miserably. Large and small wounds began to bleed.
It's just that she still believes that she, who has been injured, is spending her whole life to go to another feast.
The game is not played yet, everyone has a chance.
She woke up.
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