The summer night was already a little stuffy, not to mention that Wen Xin didn't go back to the room just after enduring the ice and fire in Lu Ran, and wanted to run out to breathe like a remission.

Every time I came, it was late at night, but I didn't expect that there was a chic courtyard in this inconspicuous small hotel.

Early summer is coming to an end, midsummer is quietly approaching, the quiet night is occasionally chirping, the humid air wafts with a faint fragrance of flowers, and the courtyard is planted with all kinds of southern Jia trees, many of which she has never seen in Beijing.

Wen Xin forced herself to forget her seven emotions and six desires for a while, as if she had finally broken free from the chaos of the world and strayed into this small paradise.

Just when she was intoxicated, a large tree with dense branches, feathered leaves, and a strange fragrance attracted her attention, she looked up carefully, and was wondering what kind of tree it was, when she heard the sound of rustling under the tree, and looked behind the tree, a tall figure was leaning against the tree, and the red sparks flashed in her hands.

Wen Xin was surprised to find that it was Xiang Tianping.

He seemed to see her, and his cold eyes were out of place in this midsummer.

"Scales, what are you doing?"

"Smoking. ”

Of course, Wen Xin saw him smoking, although the floor lamp in the courtyard was very dim, but tonight the moon stars were scarce, and the cold moonlight shone on him, and his melancholy expression was clear at a glance.

"What are you doing?" didn't wait for her to ask, but he asked back.

"Well, I'm researching what kind of tree this is......" Wen Xin thought to herself, what kind of retarded answer is this? I was really defeated by my own chaos, I wasn't trying to force the topic, but I was really curious about what kind of tree this was!

"Champie. Tianping said coldly.

"What did you say?" Wen Xin had never heard of that word.

"Ahem, this is the Cinnamomum chinensis, a tree that can only be found in the South. Tianping sighed a little impatiently, but continued seriously. "The fruit can be eaten, the taste is quite special, and most people can't accept it. ”

"How do you know? Are you from the South?" he didn't look like someone who would care about what kind of tree this was, Wen Xin looked at him suspiciously.

"It's not. After all, I've been living here for a few months, and I listened to the hotel staff......" he exhaled a cloud of smoke and flicked the cigarette ash in his hand.

Wen Xin saw a hint of nostalgia on his face, which showed that he was also frustrated and at a loss for the end of the shooting.

His figure was so lonely in the moonlight.

She wanted to use the words she had just comforted Lu Ran on Tianping, but when the words came to her lips, she was stopped by the atmosphere around him. It was a moment that made her feel like she didn't need to say anything more.

Some people are like this, when they are lonely, what they need is not necessarily the comfort of words, but the silent companionship.

So Wen Xin didn't speak again, and stood silently beside him in this clear night.

As everyone knows, Wen Xin's stop, like a Dinghai God Needle, was inserted into his surging heart.