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During this meal, Hu Dajun did not mention Dong Youwei's conspiracy theory again, but just talked with Zhang Ling about pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Zhang Ling was also enthusiastic about it, and the two looked like friends for many years.

The two of them ate this meal for three hours, and they also talked for three hours, and when they drank until the lights were on, both of them were already drunk with seven points, but their words were more and more chattering, and in the end, the two of them were clinking glasses and drinking, drinking and clinking glasses, and the scene was very paradoxical.

After drinking the last bottle of wine, Zhang Ling burped and stood up with a smile and said, "That, it's almost over, let's withdraw!" ”

Hu Dajun nodded and was about to get up, maybe he had drunk too much, he stood up once and didn't get up and sat down on the chair again.

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Damn, I really drank too much this time, come, boss checkout!" ”

"I'd better do it!" Zhang Ling swayed and walked to the proprietress, took out his wallet, took out a few sheets, and Grandpa Mao stuffed them into the proprietress's hand

The proprietress looked at the hundred-yuan bill in her hand and immediately said, "Oh, I don't need so much, I don't need so much!" ”

In the end, this meal only cost more than 80 yuan, which really surprised Zhang Ling, it seems that the consumption in this small place is much lower than that of the city, if it were him before, he really thought about working hard in Yunhai for a few years, and then went back to his hometown to do some small business to marry a wife who was not beautiful or ugly, and gave birth to a son and a half daughter.

Hu Dajun also stood up at this time and walked to Zhang Ling's side, and said a little embarrassed: "Look at this matter, I said that I was the one who treated, and in the end it was your money......

"It doesn't matter, let's go." Zhang Ling put his arm around Hu Dajun's shoulders, and the two staggered out of the restaurant and walked towards the guest house.

The night in the countryside is very quiet, except for the insects and birds, you can't hear any other sounds, and you can see the stars in the sky when you stay here, which makes Zhang Ling feel very comfortable and comfortable.

But soon a noisy voice broke the quiet night, and the originally deserted guest house became lively, and Zhang Ling took a closer look and saw that it was the crew who moved in in the afternoon.

Looking at those busy crowds, Zhang Ling couldn't help but think of Zuo Qing'er, and wondered if she also lived here.

Just as Zhang Ling was pondering, he only felt that his shoulders had become heavy, and he turned his head to find that Hu Dajun had fallen asleep hanging on his shoulder, so Zhang Ling had to send him back to the room first.

Walking into the door of the guest house, Zhang Ling found that except for the third floor where Zhang Ling and others lived, the other two floors were almost occupied by the crew, which could exhaust the aunt who was both a bartender and a cleaner, but although she was very tired, she had a happy smile on her face, and it seemed that her turnover this year could be completed in two days.

Zhang Ling carried Hu Dajun back to the room, and the two salesmen who lived with him hurriedly came over to help when they saw how much Hu Dajun had drunk, and after placing Hu Dajun, Zhang Ling said hello to the two and left the room of the three.

He wanted to go back to his room and sleep, but the people downstairs were so noisy that he decided to go out and come back when the people below had stopped.

Leaving the noisy guest house, Zhang Ling walked alone on the silent bluestone road, under the effect of the slightly cool evening breeze, Zhang Ling's drunkenness subsided a lot, he looked up at the quiet night sky and couldn't help but think of Su Qingmei, and he didn't know what this woman was doing now.

Zhang Ling is a person who does whatever he wants, so he immediately took out the phone and dialed Su Qingmei, but no one answered the phone on the other end of the phone for a long time, and after a busy tone, Zhang Ling hung up the phone and continued to walk aimlessly.

It didn't take long for him to walk out of the town, and came to lie down by the stream not far from the town, Zhang Ling looked at the stars in the sky and listened to the gurgling sound of flowing water, and his thoughts gradually drifted away, recalling the long years he had experienced, he couldn't remember how many times he had seen the same scenery, but every time he saw this comforting scene, he would let him have the Milky Way in the sky and the endless beauty of the fairy mountain, and this time was no exception.

I don't know how long later, just when Zhang Ling was about to fall asleep, a small footstep came into his ears, Zhang Ling turned his head to look at the discovery of the sound, he found that a slender figure was slowly walking towards the river, through the faint starlight Zhang Ling was surprised to find that the figure was none other than Zuo Qing'er who saw on the set during the day.

At this time, she was wearing a casual dress, her long hair like a waterfall was tied into a ponytail, her beautiful face was not powdered, and the not very bright moonlight was reflected on her face in the stream, making her look like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world.

She didn't notice Zhang Ling's existence, she just found a flat place and sat down, quietly looking at the stream in front of her in a daze, her pretty face was full of sadness.

Zuo Qing'er's sad expression touched Zhang Ling, and he couldn't help but wonder what was so sad about this heavenly lady who was loved by thousands of people, or who made her sad.

Just when Zhang Ling was making up the story behind Zuo Qing'er's sadness, a heavy sigh came not far from him, he followed the sound and saw a young and handsome man standing not far behind Zuo Qing'er staring at her, and this man was not human, because he had no feet.

Zhang Ling wasn't too surprised, he just lay there quietly looking at a person and a ghost not far away, trying to see some clues from it, but to his disappointment, these two people did not have any intersection, Zuo Qing'er still sat there quietly in a daze, and the ghost looked at Zuo Qing'er quietly in a daze, the two of them were like stone sculptures.

Suddenly, a melodious bell rang pierced the quiet night sky, and Zuo Qing'er, who was sitting by the stream in a daze, suddenly stood up in a panic like a frightened rabbit, and after a short thought, she got up and ran back, looking very scared, and the ghost glanced at Zhang Ling and followed Zuo Qing'er all the way away.

Zhang Ling couldn't help but laugh dumbly when he saw this, if he were an ordinary person, he would have stayed in place in fright, or stood there and shouted twice to be brave for himself, and this woman reacted quite quickly, and she didn't run slowly, interesting, a little interesting.

Thinking of this, Zhang Ling took out the non-stop phone and glanced at it, it turned out to be Su Qingmei calling, he pressed the call button and looked at the stars in the sky and slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, what a beautiful night.

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