The sick beauty became popular after she brought her ex to the show

Su Ye pulled his suitcase and followed the busy crowd out of the pier.

During the 27-hour journey, he stayed awake on the plane, fell asleep countless times, and woke up repeatedly. He saw the sunrise and sunset outside the window.

The stewardess who passed by saw that he looked unhappy, so she brought him an air-conditioning blanket. The dark blue coral fleece blanket, Su Ye wrapped himself in it under the suspicious eyes of others, leaned against the window, and stared at the deep clouds outside the window.

It was already late at night when we landed at our destination. The airport was still brightly lit, and the gift shops and duty-free shops were newly decorated with golden balls and bells hanging under the mistletoe.

Su Ye did not pay attention to this cheerful atmosphere which was different from usual. After getting off the plane, he immediately turned on his cell phone and repeatedly dialed the number that he knew by heart.

When I called Xi Yu before boarding the plane, the tone was always busy.
Now it's no longer a busy tone. The cold voice in the microphone repeats over and over again, "The other party's phone is turned off."

It was deep winter and the temperature was very low. Passers-by were wrapped up tightly, but Su Ye's palms were constantly sweating and his fingertips were trembling from the cold.

Su Ye tried to send many messages to Xi Yu, both on WeChat and in text messages, hoping that Xi Yu would see them first after opening his phone.

"Welcome back, dear!"
"It's really cold today, isn't it?"
"Baby, I miss you so much."

He walked to the airport lobby unknowingly. There were many pedestrians breathing out white mist standing at the arrival gate, holding up arrival signs. When they saw their relatives and friends, they loudly expressed their love without reservation.

The voices with different accents flooded into Su Ye's mind, but his brain seemed to be overloaded, and he had to pause for a while before he could distinguish the words.

There was a pure white angle steel placed in the distance. Su Ye glanced at it inadvertently and saw that the body of the piano seemed to be decorated with many small ornaments.

An old man passed by, holding a dark brown briefcase next to the piano stool, and played a pleasant melody, which drew applause from passers-by.

The melody sounded very familiar, but Su Ye stood alone in the distance for a long time, fiddling with the phone in his hand, and had no intention of listening.

A phone call came in, interrupting Su Ye's message sending.
"Ye? Have you arrived yet?"

Su Ye put the phone to his ear, it was icy cold.
"Yeah, I just got here."

The man opposite was not as humorous as Su Ye remembered, and he spoke English quickly and urgently.

"I'm so sorry. I should have picked you up at the airport, but your mother isn't doing well, so I have to stay by her side to take care of her. Is transportation convenient where you are? It's so late, just call a car and come over."

Su Ye nodded, then remembered that he couldn't see from the other side, so he said "hmm".

The worry about his mother's health mixed with another emotion, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.
"I am coming over now."

"Well, thank you for your hard work." The man paused. "Your mother's illness was very sudden this time. Did it not disturb your work?"

Su Ye cheered up and laughed, trying to reassure the other party.
"It doesn't matter. The schedule of that show is relatively free."

"That's good." The other party breathed a sigh of relief, "By the way, it's already past twelve o'clock, right?"

Su Ye then remembered to look up at the huge clock hanging in the air. The hour hand was about to point to the Roman numeral one.
"Well, it's half past twelve."

"Although it's a little inappropriate." The man sighed, "I hope you have a happy Christmas Eve."

Su Ye didn't say anything, not knowing how to respond. Fortunately, the man didn't say much, and hung up the phone after giving her a few instructions.

The call was cut off, and the surrounding sounds once again squeezed into Su Ye's ears little by little.

This time he could hear clearly the melody played by the piano.
Christmas carols.

More pedestrians hurried past, running towards their lovers who were waiting in the distance and hugging each other.

Su Ye called a taxi and stood there waiting, feeling more and more confused.

The phone quietly listed a dozen undialed call records, cheerful piano melodies echoed around him, the string of lights on the huge Christmas tree at the airport reception desk flickered, and the golden and green light fell on Su Ye's profile, reflecting his stunned expression.

The ground staff at the airport reception desk, wearing a coat, came over with concern and spoke in English with a heavy accent.
"Hey, are you okay? Are you in any trouble?"

He had just noticed this handsome oriental young man. All the passengers getting off the international flights were carrying heavy suitcases, but this young man had light luggage, as if he was on a short business trip.

The wind blew up the long flaxen hair. The ground staff admired her in their hearts, but at the same time, they were worried when they saw the expression on that beautiful face.
"Do you speak English? Are you lost?"

The young man had an extremely confused expression on his face.
If he didn't look like an adult, the ground staff would almost suspect that he was a child lost in a foreign country.

"Ah." Su Ye's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he shook his head, speaking fluent English, "No, I'm waiting for the bus."

"Oh, okay." The ground staff nodded. He was still a little skeptical about the condition of this oriental young man, but he didn't ask any more questions. Finally, he said, "Welcome to Geneva."

Su Ye nodded, but his expression was still blank.

What year is this year?
The scenes around me are too familiar: the end of the year, the cold winter, and Christmas.

When Su Ye left Nanshi five years ago, it was the same season. The night wind was freezing cold. He came here alone with only a small suitcase.

It seemed to be close to Christmas at that time. He remembered the bright and playful decorations, the holly trees and mistletoe everywhere, and the lovers walking on the street.

Had he never been back to China, nor had he ever met Xi Yu? The one month he had spent in China was just a pitiful fantasy that the 20-year-old boy had just experienced when he left Oril and arrived in a foreign country in the cold wind?
Su Ye began to feel confused about where he was. The cold wind was howling, carrying snowflakes, which stung his cheeks.

He seemed to have become the little girl in the fairy tale, holding the only three remaining matches and lighting them one by one on Christmas Eve.

The first one was when he first met Xi Yu.
The second one is their reunion after a long separation.

There was only one stick left, and after it went out with a hiss, there was nothing left.

hum.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated again with an incoming call. Su Ye quickly came to his senses, took out his phone in a panic and answered it without even looking at it.

"Hello? Xi Yu?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for two seconds. "No, Ye Ye, it's me."

An Sijia's voice was always full of energy, and she slowly pulled Su Ye back from his dazed state.

It was five years later that he and his teammates met again, so he received a call from An Sijia.
Not five years ago, not when I was twenty.

There was a hint of hesitation in An Sijia's voice, but Su Ye was so confused that he didn't hear it.
"Well, Yeye, have you gotten there?"

Su Ye wiped the large flakes of snow off his face and said, "Well, I just arrived and am waiting for the bus now."

"Oh, that's good!" An Sijia was quiet for a moment, "Uh, have you contacted Xi Yu?"

The snowflakes melted into water on his fingertips. Su Ye lowered his head, and his long hair swayed listlessly in the wind.
".No, I called him before I came but couldn't get through. When I got here, I called him but his phone was turned off."

An Sijia did not answer quickly. Instead, she turned her head and said something to someone on the phone before speaking.
"Uh, it should be fine. By the way, Yeye, where did you go? You haven't told us yet."

Su Ye said in a low voice, "I'm in Geneva."

"Oh!" An Sijia said in an unusual tone, "Well, Switzerland, a good place, not bad!"

Su Ye finally realized that there was something wrong with An Sijia's attitude, "Sijia? What's wrong?"

An Sijia answered quickly this time, "Nothing, I was just worried about you. It's okay, go see your mother and come back after you've dealt with the matter. The program's schedule was originally designed to cooperate with the guests, so don't think too much."

Jiang Congfeng's dull voice seemed to come from a distance on the phone, "Brother, you——"

"Okay, okay, I'll hang up first and won't bother you anymore!"
Before Su Ye could speak, An Sijia quickly hung up the call, leaving only a busy tone.

Su Ye was stunned for a moment, and the taxi arrived just in time. The driver took the initiative to help him put his luggage in the trunk, and said to him "Merry Christmas Eve" when Su Ye got in the car.

The air conditioner was on in the car. Su Ye had not been able to rest well after a whole day and night on the plane. He began to feel drowsy in the long-lost warmth. He kept hitting his head against the car window, prompting the driver to ask several times, "Are you okay?"

The airport was some distance away from the sanatorium where his mother Su Yun stayed. After sitting for about an hour and a half, Su Ye finally arrived at the familiar cold white and gray building.

The man who had just called was already waiting at the door. He was wearing a white coat, with messy blond hair but still handsome, and his blue eyes were filled with anxiety and worry.
"Ye, you are here."

Su Ye nodded, "Edmund."

The two did not exchange much greetings. Edmund picked up Su Ye's suitcase, handed it to a maid, and quickly took Su Ye upstairs.

This sanatorium covers a large area, but it is not very tall, with only three floors in total.

Su Ye followed Edmund closely, and his palms began to sweat again.
"Why did my mother suddenly have an attack?"

Edmund shook his head and habitually pressed the ballpoint pen in his hand as he walked.

"I don't know. You saw your mother's condition before you left. She has gotten much better in the past few years. Apart from being emotionally unstable due to fatigue, she has never had an outburst. I don't know what caused her to suddenly become like this."

Su Ye clenched his fingertips tightly in his palm.

The two quickly reached the third floor.

The third floor looks very different from the first and second floors. It is not as warm and quiet as the first and second floors, and there are not many decorations. All you can see are doors and walls with overly calm colors. Some corridors even have protective measures.

Here, all possibilities that could cause injury to patients are eliminated. The tables and chairs are all arc-shaped, the corners of the walls are sealed with rubber, and there are no dangerous equipment within sight.

The smell of disinfectant filled Su Ye's nose, making his mouth taste bitter.

Edmund looked back at him and said, "Your mother hasn't been to the third floor for several years. Before, she could even go out for walks and shopping with someone accompanying her, and she could also participate in some social activities, but -"

He sighed and said no more.

Su Ye followed him to the end of a corridor, and when he looked down, he saw his pale face reflected on the smooth marble floor.

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"
Suddenly, from a room deep in the corridor, a fierce scream broke out. The voice was in Chinese.

Su Ye's heart almost stopped beating. He ran over immediately but was stopped by Edmund.
"Ye, don't be hasty. Don't let your mother see you suddenly. You need to give her some time to buffer."

Su Ye's back was wet with cold sweat and felt icy cold.
".good."

He slowed down his pace, but his fingers were still clenched tightly, as if he had a compulsive disorder and couldn't let go.

Edmund took him to a single room. Su Ye stood behind Edmund and saw his mother's current appearance through the observation window.

Su Yun was lying on the hospital bed with her limbs bound by restraints. She struggled violently, causing the entire bed to creak and tremble.

The cuffs of the hospital gown slipped down a little during the struggle, revealing the swollen forearms that were rubbed by the restraints. Even with protective measures, it was still horrifying at first glance.

She looked completely different from the way she was during the video call with Su Ye on the baby show.

Three caregivers, a nurse, and an attending doctor surrounded the bed and tried to get close to her, but Su Yun struggled and swayed. Her face, which should have been gentle, was revealed behind her messy hair. Her eyes were bloodshot, and there were shallow blue veins on her forehead. Her expression was manic and ferocious.

"You killed. You guys"

Through the glass window, Su Ye heard Su Yun saying something loudly. At first, he could still make out some words, but later it turned into vague curses with no clear meaning.

Edmund's shoulders slumped, and he turned around and tried to smile, so that Su Ye wouldn't be so nervous. "When your mother gets angry, she speaks Chinese. The Chinese students who worked there before asked for leave to return home, and the nurses couldn't understand what your mother was saying."

"Xiao Ye! Xiao Ye!"
Su Yun screamed again, like an angry beast.

The word "冶" was the only Chinese word that the nurses and doctors present could understand.

"She's looking for her son."

Edmund gestured to the person inside, opened the door, stood three steps away from the bed, and spoke in a low voice.
"Hey, Yun, Xiaoye is here, do you want to see him?"

When Su Yun saw Edmund, she struggled a little less, but her eyes were still extremely aggressive.
"Xiao Ye. Where is Xiao Ye?"

Edmund took a half step back to make way for Su Ye who was standing behind him.

Su Ye slowly loosened his clenched hands, looked up, and tried hard to smile in a relaxed manner.
"Mom, who made you unhappy?"

Su Yun struggled to stand up, looked up at Su Ye with a strange and dazed expression, then looked at Edmund again and tried hard to reach out her hand.
"Is he Xiaoye?"

Edmund tried to hold Su Yun's hand, "Yun, look at your son, he is so handsome."

Su Yun finally turned her gaze to Su Ye again.

Su Ye walked forward, squatted in front of the bed, and rubbed his cheek against his mother's bound hands very lightly.
"Mom, why don't you remember me again?" Su Yun said in a daze, her fingertips weaving into Su Ye's long hair.

Su Ye obediently turned his head, letting Su Yun's fingertips rest on the scar on the back of his head.

Su Yun caressed for a long time and finally spoke. She regained some consciousness and spoke in English, her voice dazed.
"You are Xiaoye. But how come Xiaoye has grown so big?"

Su Ye's eyelashes trembled, but he tried to restrain himself, pressing down on his throat to prevent his smile from cracking.
"Yes, mother, I am twenty-five years old."

Su Yun seemed unable to understand the situation and continued muttering to herself.
"But my Xiaoye is so small, only seven years old, not even as tall as my chest. He is very cute and loves to cry. He often looks at me and cries."

Su Yun's fingertips laboriously stroked the side of Su Ye's face, next to Su Ye's soft eyes that were curved in a smile, along the end of the eyebrow, and stopped at the mole, pressing gently again and again.
"Who are you, kid? Why are you laughing?"

Su Ye suppressed a smile, closed his lips, and bit the soft flesh inside his lips with his teeth to maintain the expression on his face.

He moved closer to Su Yun, with half of his face pressed against the palm of Su Yun's hand. When he spoke, he almost couldn't control the tremor at the end of the sentence.
"Mom, look at me. I'm Xiaoye. I'm very happy now, so I won't cry anymore."

Su Yun frowned, revealing a sad look. She stroked Su Ye again and again, and uttered some syllables like coaxing a child.

She was still repeating the same sentence, "But why are you always laughing?"

A caregiver nearby turned his head away and wiped his eyes.

The ward was quiet for a long time, until Su Yun began to get better little by little.

"Xiao Ye." She held Su Ye's hand, her face full of satisfaction, "You came to see me."

Su Ye leaned over and brushed away a strand of hair from his mother's face. "Well, I came to see you, you should be happier."

Su Yun smiled, and her face finally became as soft and gentle as it used to be.
"My little Ye is having a birthday soon, Edmund, can you help me order a cake?"

Edmund stood by the wall and laughed when he heard it, "Yun, there's still nearly a week left. It's too early to order a cake now."

Su Ye also laughed, but his eyes were still a little dazed.

"No, in China, people of this age have to celebrate." Su Yun smiled and shook her head, "I'll put twenty candles on Xiaoye's birthday, and the cake has to be bigger."

The bright smile on Edmund's face slowly faded and he looked at Su Ye who was still sitting beside the bed.

From his perspective, he could only see Su Ye's back. She was tall and thin, with long hair draped behind her dark gray tweed coat. She looked beautiful, yet fragile.

Su Ye's voice sounded, gentle but powerful, "Mom, your son is 25 years old, and he will be 30 in a blink of an eye."

Su Yun was startled. "Xiao Ye, you are already 25? But didn't you just arrive in Geneva? Your aunt told me that your job in China-"

"Mom, I just arrived in Geneva." Su Ye held his mother's thin hand. "You forgot again that I stayed in Geneva for five years. I went back to China to work. I also starred in the movie directed by Ji Ru. We watched it with Edmund."

Edmund shook his head and smiled, "The Chinese are truly the most sensitive people in terms of emotions."

"Oh, right." Su Yun slowly came back to her senses, smiling apologetically, "You also came in winter five years ago, around this time. I got it mixed up."

She reached out and touched the top of Su Ye's head. "My Xiao Ye is 25 years old and still so beautiful. She is born to be a big star."

Su Ye smiled awkwardly, "It's because my mom has good genes."

Edmund laughed again and reached out to ruffle his blond hair. "You two can have a good chat. I'll be guarding outside."

Su Ye stayed with Su Yun for a while, but Su Yun was a little tired and fell asleep before she could talk to Su Ye for long.

Su Ye tucked in the quilt for his mother before leaving the ward.

Edmund was waiting outside, and his expression became serious when he saw Su Ye.
"You went to ask the nurse, and she told you that your mother had a seizure after receiving a phone call."

Su Ye frowned, "Phone?"

"Yes." Edmund pressed his temple. "Unless the patient's condition is so bad that he can't control himself, we won't cut off the patient from the outside world. Forget it. Your mother's condition is special. I should pay more attention to her."
Edmund's voice was remorseful.

Su Ye pressed his shoulder and said, "It's not your fault. You've already been worried about my mother's affairs."

Edmund waved his hand, "It's worth more than anything to see your mother smile."

He talked about the phone call with Su Ye.
"I checked the location and found that the call was from your landline number. When I called again, it was no longer in service. I suspect it was a deliberate attempt to provoke your mother."

Su Ye nodded, "It's okay, I'll talk to my aunt, and my grandparents will check it out."

Edmund knew some things about Su Ye because of Su Yun. He hesitated and said, "Your grandfather——"

Su Ye shook his head, motioning him to rest assured, "It's okay, grandpa will be very concerned about my mother's affairs."

Edmund glanced at Su Ye, said nothing more, and patted Su Ye on the back.
"You've worked hard, rushing here in the middle of the night. Your mother's condition is relatively stable now, so there should be no problem. Go and have a rest. Have you booked a hotel?"

Su Ye smiled bitterly, "I came in a hurry and haven't ordered it yet."

Edmund snapped his fingers and said, "I'm still renting the house you rented before. Your mother occasionally stays there for a few days. Why don't you stay there for a night?"

After working non-stop for nearly 30 hours, Su Ye strangely didn't feel sleepy, but he was indeed exhausted physically and mentally. He nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

Edmund called a taxi for Su Ye. Before sending Su Ye to the car, he held the door and said something.

"Christmas Eve, I remember the streets there were decorated with great atmosphere. Have a good rest, and then you can walk around the area. The church will also hold sermons. Just treat it as a vacation and don't think too much about it."

The taxi carrying Su Ye stopped at an alley that Su Ye was extremely familiar with.

Su Ye got off the car and the small colored lights hanging in the air came into view, sparkling under the inky night sky.

There are bumpy stone steps under your feet. The colors on both sides have faded a little due to wind erosion, but you can still see the original buildings of various colors.

The buildings in this block are only three or four stories high, and the tallest is just the lighthouse tower of a nearby church. It has a strong cultural and historical atmosphere.

Su Ye stood downstairs of the apartment where he had lived for five years, looking at the window that he had opened countless times, a little stunned.

After a while, he laughed, but his eyes were a little bitter.

The time he had lived here was much longer than the small villa where he and Xi Yu had lived together.

It was really strange, but what remained in his heart and what he could not forget was still the evergreen camphor tree. So much so that when Xi Yu carried him back to the house that day, Su Ye was so familiar with it everywhere that he could not recover.

But when he actually returned to the apartment where he had lived for five years, Su Ye suddenly felt a strange and sad emotion in his heart.

Su Ye lowered his head and went upstairs quietly.

There was a circle of mistletoe hanging in front of his door. Su Yemanman guessed that it might be a gift from a warm-hearted neighbor.

Su Ye inserted the key given by Edmund, opened the door, walked into the living room, put the suitcase aside, and slumped into the old dark green sofa as if his body had suddenly lost strength.

The coat was open, revealing Su Ye's thin and weak body.

There was a TV placed against the wall right in front of the sofa, covered with a colorful hand-crocheted dust cover. It was flashy and totally not Su Ye's style.

Su Ye didn't move at all. He looked at it for a long time and remembered that it was late winter one year. He was walking on the street and a girl dressed as a gypsy on the roadside said that this thing was very suitable for him and asked him to buy it.

He didn't want to buy it in the first place, so why did he show up in the apartment later?

Su Ye thought slowly.
Because that day was July 12th, Xi Yu’s birthday.

He was in a good mood. On the way, Su Ye accepted the children selling flowers, students handing out proposals, newspaper boys, and girls who came by. Only after he returned did he realize that he had a lot of things in his hands.

The sound of the TV next door drifted in through the slightly open window, and the host's tone was exaggerated and artificial.
"Oh! On this beautiful Christmas Eve, let's raise our glasses, listen to carols, and kiss our loved ones passionately!"

Lover.

Su Ye took out his cell phone again and clicked on the call records. He didn't need to look at the number because the entire page was full of records for the same person.
The phone was connected, there was silence for two seconds, and then the dial tone continued.

Su Ye slowly sat up straight, and a gleam of light flashed behind his drooping eyelashes.

It’s not a shutdown prompt, which means Xi Yu’s phone is turned on.

Come on, answer the phone.
Su Ye muttered to himself, and his body, which had been curled up loosely on the sofa, straightened up completely. The fingers holding the phone turned slightly white due to nervousness.

The call rang for a long time and finally fell into a busy tone.

Su Ye's lower back collapsed again and sank into the sofa.
His hand dropped unconsciously, holding the phone and placing it beside his legs.

The phone screen was lit, displaying several message prompts.
Su Ye sat quietly for a long time before clicking to check.

It was sent by An Sijia and Jiang Congfeng two hours ago. He was with Su Yun at the time and did not see it.

[An Sijia]: Yeye, you better be careful.
[Anscarlett]: Sleep with one eye open.
[An Sijia]: That’s all I can say!
[Jiang Congfeng]: Brother, Xi Yu is angry.
[Jiang Congfeng]: It seems that I was too direct in my words, sorry brother.

Su Ye lowered his head and looked at the three words "angry".

A group of students walked by downstairs, noisily discussing where to go for drinks next time.
On Christmas Eve, many people party all night long.

Someone said they wanted to go home, and a female student burst into laughter.
"How can you sleep at this hour? Come out and play!"

Su Ye's body was very tired, but his brain was not sleepy at all.

The TV next door had been switched to a romance drama, which happened to be Christmas, so it was very appropriate, and the protagonists were saying sweet love words to each other.

Su Ye suddenly felt irritated. He had almost never had such emotions in his life.

He struggled to get up, gathered his coat, went downstairs step by step, mixed in with the crowds of pedestrians, and walked aimlessly to the outside of the church.

The young men came in the opposite direction and their voices fell into Su Ye's ears.

"My God, that Chinese man can really drink!"
"The tavern owner said he started drinking as soon as he entered the store, one cup after another without stopping."
"Oh, he's so handsome, he's my type, but he's too cold, I don't dare to ask for his contact information."
"He looks lovelorn, so charming."

Su Ye paused, stood still, and was accidentally bumped by a pedestrian behind him.

Chinese man.

Su Ye suddenly had a very strange and unreasonable premonition in his heart, which was exactly the same feeling he had when he passed by the flower shop near the community during his break that day and heard the owner of the flower shop mention the "regular customer who only ordered lilacs."

A snowflake fell on Su Ye's neck, making Su Ye shiver from head to toe.

He turned around, went up the ramp the students had come down from, walked to the front of the pub, clenched his fingers and took a look outside.

"Hey, sir, would you like a drink?" the boss greeted warmly.

There were all kinds of people mixed in the tavern, but not a single one of them was from the East.

Su Ye even disregarded his image and, under the astonished gaze of the pub owner, he leaned on the glass window with his hands, opened his eyes and looked carefully one by one, but still did not see the "Chinese men" that the students were talking about.

"No, I was just passing by, sorry."
Su Ye let go of his hand, lowered his eyes, said sorry, and walked back in a daze.

It was late at night and there were fewer people around. When Su Ye walked back downstairs to his apartment building, a black cat nimbly jumped out from the shadows, rubbed against his ankle, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Su Ye's long hair was disheveled, and he walked into the stairwell with heavy steps.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the void, accompanied by a tiny sound like the wailing of the wind.

The wind blew on Su Ye's face.
With a strong, very strong smell of alcohol.

Su Ye's footsteps seemed to sense some omen and he stopped involuntarily.

The light silver moonlight emerged, flowing into the apartment corridor through the hollow round window, illuminating Su Ye's apartment door with mistletoe hanging on it inch by inch.

On the ground at the door, leaning against the wall, there was a man with curly black hair, handsome face, and a bottle of wine in his hand.

(End of this chapter)