"Shopkeeper Tong?"

Zi Mo staggered to his feet, and when he turned around, the door had closed gently, silently. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zi Mo was full of wonder, and turned around again in confusion, standing in front of him was a group of four screens.

The majestic waterfall that flows straight down blends with the sky, and a red fish falls from the vast sky.

The vast and deep sea, the sudden storm, a red fish struggling in the depths of the whirlpool.

A trickling clear stream, sparkling water, and a red fish swimming upstream.

The shallow ravines where the water has receded, the dark green and slippery stone piles, and a red fish stranded at the bottom of the rocks.

Depressed, confused.

Zi Mo looked at the four screens and stood still.

It looks so good, but the person who painted it didn't point out its eyes.

Under the red and eye-catching appearance, there is only a pair of blank spaces.

Because I couldn't understand it, I chose not to read it.

Because I couldn't figure it out, I chose not to draw.

She suddenly felt a little sad, what was it about such a good person to trap him here, trapped in the prison in his heart?

"Who?"

A male voice sounded, obviously very young, but it revealed a coldness and alienation that did not belong to this age.

Zi Mo stared, and under the white screen, a blurred figure was slowly walking towards this side from the inside.

"Childe."

Zi Mo guessed the identity of the person, so he followed the name of the shopkeeper Tong to this person.

"I'm ...... It was the shopkeeper Tong who brought me here. ”

The boy stood still in front of the screen.

"It's you."

A faint tone.

"Yes, it's me." Zi Mo bowed his head, afraid that he wouldn't be able to see it, so he took a few steps back and nodded heavily over there.

Through the four screens, the boy saw a black head go deep.

He suddenly wanted to see what kind of person he was.

The windows were ajar, and moonlight poured in.

He turned his head on tiptoe, and with a light step, he came to the screen in two steps.

White toe cap, clean and without a trace of dust.

Zi Mo's first reaction was that she guessed accurately, and she was really a person who loved cleanliness.

Then, slowly raising her head, she saw the red brocade robe, such a bright color, which caught her eye in an instant.

The red fish popped up in my mind unconsciously.

More apt, more similar.

A faint but unignorable gaze has been falling on her.

Zi Mo knew that she was watching him, and he was also looking at her.

His gaze slowly moved upwards and landed on the white neck, the neckline was slightly open, and the robe was draped casually over his body, revealing a beautiful and delicate collarbone.

Zi Mo's eyes lit up, revealing undisguised appreciation.

Look up, delicate chin, light pink thin lips, straight nose bridge...... The same thing amazed her.

When it reached the upper level, the pupils shrank suddenly.

The narrow phoenix eyes, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and there is a little tear mole under the left eyelid.

Such good-looking eyes, such good-looking people.

Zi Mo inhaled sharply, his heart beating like a drum.

The phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and they looked at her faintly, the ink color was like pearl brilliance, like an old wine that had been hidden for many years, which made people feel slightly drunk when they looked at it.

There are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. One look at the city, and then look at the country. Rather than know the city and the country? It's hard to get a beautiful woman!

Beauty, beauty.

Zi Mo smiled slightly.

The young man frowned slightly.

"I thought you were supposed to be good-looking, but I didn't think you were so good-looking."

The young man's phoenix eyes narrowed, and a coldness slowly spread from the inside.

"Don't you like people saying you're good-looking?" Zi Mo smiled, "You look beautiful but you don't like it." ”

The boy looked at her coldly and didn't speak.

"A person's physical appearance is given by his parents and is born with it. Some people are beautiful, some people are ugly, but more people are very ordinary and ordinary. Ugly people want to be beautiful, ordinary people want to be extraordinary, and beautiful people hate their beauty. It's weird. Zi Mo shook his head and sighed, "Why do you hate yourself?" It's not wrong to be good-looking, but I think it's a gift from God. ”

The young man's eyebrows slowly flattened, and he looked at Zi Mo lightly.

"A person's abilities don't affect because of their appearance. It is often said that gold shines wherever it goes. But if a person is capable and good-looking at the same time, isn't that a thing to be happy about? Zi Mo thought of the red fish on the painting, "No matter when, no matter what happens to you, don't give up on yourself, don't give up on any of your things." appearance or anything else. Because those are all parts of you, and you are incomplete without one. Zi Mo looked at him, tilting her head slightly, very strange, she suddenly wanted to say these words to him, "We all long to love and to be loved by others, but first, we have to learn to love ourselves." ”

The young man was silent, but his eyes slowly softened, and he turned around and walked towards the soft couch.

Zi Mo pursed his lips and walked in across the screen.

Dustless interior.

There is a piece of tiger skin on the soft rubble, the coat color is smooth and soft, and it makes people feel warm when they look at it.

The young man lay down slowly, his posture was casual and lazy, and his face looked at Zi Mo slightly, which made her heart skip a beat.

It's so wicked.

"You want to cooperate?" The young man spoke slowly, his gaze lazily falling on Zi Mo.

"Hmm." Zi Mo nodded, looked around, saw a short one, and asked, "Can I sit and talk?" ”

The young man's gaze was still faint, and he didn't say yes or no.

Zi Mo raised his eyebrows, and automatically sat down a meter in front of the young man.

"Would you like to hear about my co-op plan? It's better for me to tell the shopkeeper directly. ”

"Tell me about it." The boy's voice was faint, and he didn't seem to be interested in anything.

"Did you taste the last time you cooked?" Zi Mo asked.

The boy lifted his eyelids.

"Is it delicious?" The corners of Zi Mo's mouth secretly curved.

The boy's eyes flashed.

"Next time, I'll make something else for you." Zi Mo thought it was funny, looking at him like a child who was ashamed to express himself, his tone softened unconsciously, as if coaxing, "Okay?" ”

The boy was determined to look at her. Her face was white and small, her hair was combed in a crown, and her temples were a little fluffy and fluffy black hair, but her eyes were curved like the moon, and there was tenderness in them that he was not familiar with.

He opened his eyes lightly, a little rusty and unnatural.

Seeing that he was unnatural, Zi Mo straightened up and got down to business: "Actually, I need money, a lot of money. ”

The boy turned his face again when he heard this.

"But I can't come out often because of personal reasons, so I want to seek cooperation with Juxianglou. I make a recipe, teach the chef in the building to cook, and then sell it by your restaurant, the price is set by you, and I take three points to make it good. ”

"Why money?"

The boy asked suddenly.

"It's never a bad thing to have money around." Zi Mo smiled faintly, "But if I don't have money, I won't even be able to meet many basic needs." ”

The boy looked at her and didn't say anything more.

"Do you agree?"

"Hmm." The boy replied lightly.

"That's good." Zi Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and his face brightened, "Every month, I will find a way to come here and teach Uncle Li a new dish." If I can't come in person for some other reason, I will find someone to send a recipe over, and with Uncle Li's ability, I think I should be able to make a finished product after seeing the recipe. ”

"You're inconvenient?" The boy asked suddenly.

Zi Mo was stunned for a moment, and then slowly shook his head: "It's not convenient, but I will try to come in person." ”

The boy didn't speak again.

"As for the commission, you have seven and I have three, and I will take three points." Zi Mo touched his nose and smiled embarrassedly.

"You're seven, I'm three." Juvenile Road.

"No, no, no, how can this work?" Zi Mo waved his hand again and again, "I just came up with an idea, and when the time comes, it will depend on you to do it, and the materials, money, and efforts to sell it." ”

"You're seven, I'm three." The teenager insisted.

"No, no, no." Zi Mo shook his head again and again. "I can't take advantage of you."

The boy didn't say anything when he saw her.

Zi Mo sighed, but felt warm in his heart: "That...... Five or five points are good. Good no good? ”

The young man looked at her lightly, and he agreed.

What a cold-faced and hot-hearted person.

Zi Mo smiled.

"Don't be so nice to me, I might rely on you." Zi Mo joked, "I'll get five points of commission for the same dish." But if I sell one serving, I can make a profit of five cents. If Juxiang Mansion continues like this, this dish will be sold for as long as it lasts, then I may have to rely on you for a long time. ”

When Zi Mo said this, his eyes stared at him for a moment.

The boy was silent.

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

"Do you want to sign a contract?" Zi Mo asked him.

"No, you don't."

"Aren't you afraid I'll lie to you?"

"I believe in you." The boy said lightly.

Zi Mo was stunned, but he suddenly smiled, and said to him with clear eyebrows: "I won't lie to you." But the contract still has to be signed. This is my promise to you. She said, looking around, "Do you have a pen?" ”

The young man raised his eyebrows lightly, and with a slight wave of his robe, a pen fell in front of Zi Mo's eyes.

Zi Mo stretched out his hand to take it, took a carving knife on the table, and slashed it at his sleeve.

"Have you ever heard the story of cutting off your robe?" Zi Mo looked at the young man with a broken sleeve and said.

"No, I didn't."

"Cutting robes and breaking righteousness is the story of the two breaking off their relationship. I cut my sleeves today, but it is the opposite. Zi Mo looked at him, his eyes bright, "It's a great honor to have your trust." Today's promise is that he will live up to your faith in this life. After speaking, he laid out the broken sleeve on the table, picked up the pen and waved it.

"What's your name?"

"Xiao Yao."

"Xiao Yao?"

"A sword walks the rivers and lakes, and there is no way back."

"What about you?"

"Me? Cheng Zimo. ”

"Cheng Zimo?"

"Chengmen Lixue, Wei Zi Yao Huang, Mo Shang Flowers."

Zi Mo waved his pen and wrote, and handed the broken sleeve to the young man.

Xiao Yao took it, his eyes slowly serious.

was about to write hairpins, but suddenly thought that she was dressed as a man at the moment, so Zi Mo changed to the font she was most familiar with-willow font.

The pen is thin and straight, and the body is vigorous.

A simple sentence, without any flowery rhetoric, hit Xiao Yao's heart directly.

I, Cheng Zimo, swear today, no matter when, no matter where, as long as Xiao Yao has something, go up to the knife mountain, go down to the sea of fire, and never give up.

Promises come so easily, and yet so heavy.

If you care, you will be chaotic, and if you believe in people, you will be hurt.

Xiao Yao looked at the handwriting in his hand and suddenly lost his words.