Chapter 58: Leaves in the Wind
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Tao Kun bowed silently and said, "Then, I'll leave first." ā
There was no one to keep him.
He walked out of the door, and Si Ling chased him out: "Wait for me!" ā
He stretched out his arm, and she took it, shaking like a leaf in the wind. "Where," he asked, "Mademoiselle?" She gasped for a few seconds before replying, "Go with you." ā
Why go with Tao Kun? Si Ling didn't know either. The boy seemed to have magical powers, and he didn't speak, she thought he could understand her heart. Walking into the tea room, she had slowly calmed down.
He ordered her a cup of tea, and the jasmine flakes were sifted away, and the water was pale green, like a very early spring melting. Si Ling caught a glimpse of his face in the cup, avoided it, and muttered, "I'm very bad." ā
"Yes, Miss, you've already said that." Tao Kun said calmly, "Now, let's drink a glass of water." ā
"What about after drinking?"
"Go home."
Si Ling groaned. This natural answer sounds so unflattering.
Tao Kun smiled: "While you have a home to go back, let's go back first." Other things can be discussed later. ā
Sounds so vicissitudes.
His hand rested on the edge of the table. The fingers are so slender, like a woman. Si Ling remembered that these hands were gently caressed on the wooden model, and the one who was touched seemed to be a real person, trembling and gasping.
She warmed up.
The lights on the walls were as dim as the mast lights on ships. A large handful of flowers are inserted under the lampstand, half in the light and half in the shadow of the shelf. Ah Kun is like a dark night, Si Ling thought, Chu people are daylight.
In the newly popular song, the singer sings with a dumb voice: Flowers don't know whether to choose to bloom at night or during the day, the world is so crazy.
Si Ling's lips moved.
"What?" Tao Kun tilted his ears.
āā¦ā¦ The piece of material I chose at the beginning," Si Ling regained her voice, "you can make it for me." ā
"Really?" Tao Kun was skeptical.
"Yes," Si Ling said, "whether it's appropriate or not." I want to try. Try at least once. ā
Tao Kun still wanted to refuse, but after becoming familiar with Si Ling, what made him change his mind? He said, "Okay." ā
He didn't take out the material or tape measure, his gaze slid over her inch by inch, more nuanced than a ruler. Si Ling pushed away the cup, stood up, and Ying Ying turned around.
If the flower branch turns to the side, a leaf and a shadow are all merry.
When Si Ling turned around again, he saw Tao Kun covering his eyes.
When something is too beautiful and too fascinating, we either stretch out our hands to keep it, or we don't even dare to look at it.
The hookah curled in the jasmine teacup, and Si Ling was waiting for him to speak. Tao Kun put down his hand, hurriedly glanced at the cuffs of his neat and cold tailor, rested his hand on his knee, and said calmly: "I will sew for about a month, and then I will ask the young lady to try it." ā
This tea room is on Si Ling's way home.
Jiang Churen went to look for Ling Buyu, sat in the foyer and waited for a while, said goodbye, and on the side of the road, he saw a rose-like girl coming out of the tea room. He was overjoyed, when it was the fate of heaven, he was about to meet him, and he saw a boy behind him, charming as a new willow, and his humble appearance was very eye-catching, it was the little tailor Tao Kun.
Tao Kun said goodbye to Si Ling, and said something, Si Ling smiled, and the smile was so bright that Jiang Churen's whole body was hot. He plucked up the courage to step forward, and when Si Ling saw him, he was very surprised, and his eyes became as cold as ice in an instant.
Didn't say anything. That look speaks for itself. The Jiang Chu people were defeated and staggered back.