After the song "The Palace of Eternal Life" was finished, a light rain had fallen outside the theater building.

The excitement of Fang Cai dissipated a little, Lingling's music was about to stop, the candle flame was burned out, the rain was wet and cold, Hua Ting was thinking about going back to the hotel to find Jian Yi, but saw a glass lamp scattered on the path in front of the door The cold and cold light of the lamp swayed with the pace of the person holding the lamp.

The owner of this glass lamp is Chen Shu.

Hua Ting stood at the gate of the theater building, the glass lamp flickered, Chen Shuqingjun's pace was slow, he held a bluestone-colored umbrella, hung his head slightly, accommodating the height of the people around him, the woman under the umbrella held his glass lamp, neither of them spoke, only walked slowly and silently.

The road ahead was slippery, the woman's hand holding the lamp probed forward, and a few drops of rain fell, Chen Shu pulled her wrist back, but did not withdraw it, only lightly covered the back of her hand.

This woman is the woman who spoke to her in the stairwell and has a Beiping accent.

This picture is very good, after a long time, Hua Ting will always think of such a rainy night, a bluestone umbrella, a glass lamp, and two silent people.

All the years are quiet.

She likes to see Chen trees like this.

Warm and cozy.

The moment he stopped, Chen Shu just met her gaze.

Her hands trembled unconsciously, her pupils were slightly stunned, her thick eyebrows and raised eyes seemed to be the same Chen Shu who had taken her through countless streets and alleys on the Sixteenth Shop Wharf.

"Hey," Hua Ting took the lead in greeting him, and the corners of his mouth smiled casually, "Jian Yi and I happened to come to Hong Kong, thinking of coming to see you by the way, I didn't expect such a coincidence." ”

The woman beside her had eyebrows and eyes, she had sensed that something was wrong with Chen Shu early in the morning, but she wisely kept silent.

Chen Shu's eyelids moved, and his burning gaze slowly wandered on her face, making sure that there was no superfluous expression on this smiling face, before he slightly pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Long time no see." A heart that was rarely calmed down, the moment he saw her again, it was as violent and irregular as before, he said, "Since you came," it was Chen Shu, and there was no trace of any waves in his tone, "Go and sit with me." ”

The tone was so casual that it seemed that he had just met an ordinary old friend from Shanghai on the streets of Hong Kong.

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Chen Shu's teahouse is very strong antique color, two-storey wooden building, with a small cornice, on the eaves stands a delicate mocking wind beast, if you look closely, you can see that the little beast has a faint smile in its eyes, upstairs is lined with eighteen small carved windows, or engraved with Zhuang Sheng's small dream, or engraved with the dragon girl shepherding sheep, all different, lifelike.

The door of the teahouse is hidden, and a couplet is engraved on both sides of the ebony: "The windless willows are all over the sky, and the begonia pears are full of flowers." ”

It was her handwriting.

Entering the teahouse, I saw all kinds of carved small ones or gathered or scattered on the side of the window in the hall, a few green vine female dilutes dotted in the four corners of the hall, a red copper sparrow incense in the middle of the hall, and was spitting the light fragrance of Yilan and musk; Facing the door, there is a large double-sided embroidered screen of 100 butterflies, but there is a mahogany couch in front of the screen, which is covered with thick soft fur and delicate cushions, and Hua Ting sits down on the cushions, looking at him with a pair of eyebrows and eyes that seem to be smiling.

"The teahouse is doing well."

Through the mist dyed by incense, she couldn't see the expression on Chen Shu's face clearly, she only felt that the smile seemed to be there, but it was even more vivid in the fog.

"I'm going to make tea." Said the woman next to him.

Chen Shu sat down opposite her, but Hua Ting's gaze passed over him and looked straight at the silhouette behind him, "Is your girlfriend?" ”

His narrow eyes curled slightly, and he shook his head in reply.

"So, it's your wife?" Gossip is a matter of heart.

He said, "Friend." The tone was light.

"Friends?" Thinking back to the ambiguous posture of the two holding the umbrella just now, Hua couldn't help but tease, "But I look at the two of you, don't you look like friends!?" ”

"What do you think it looks like?"

Hua Ting put one hand on the edge of the table, Hao wrist supported his forehead, and gossiped with him sideways, and raised his eyebrows when he talked about the rise, which was rare and delicate.

"Lovers."

"It's a friend," he repeated blandly, "called Ah Shuang." ”

The woman, named Ah Shuang, brought a pot of Longjing tea that she was familiar with, and walked towards her with a warm and pretty face.

Ah Shuang's face is sparse, only the red and bright danqi on the fingernails on the whole body, obedient and beautiful, a pair of upturned eyes actually make the flower hear a little desolate, she holds a cigarette pipe, the corners of her eyes are smiling, and the smoke is shocking and frightening.

Ah Shuang squinted at her, the almond eyes were long, and after a few glances, he turned his face back blankly, and his hoarse voice was low: "You just listen to the flowers." ”

"Hmm."

Ah Shuang smiled, "I know you. ”

"Really?"

Ah Shuang shook his head and smiled at her, his eyes were transparent, and there was undisguised jealousy in his eyes, "He often thinks of you." ”

Chen Shu didn't refute either, and poured tea for her with a smile.

"How are you doing here?" Hua Ting took the tea, rolled her eyes and looked around, warm, classical, and fragrant.

"It's fine."

As always, I'm not very good at laughing.

"Won't you ask me how I'm doing in Shanghai?" The tea tasted sweet and fragrant, and she suddenly remembered the smell of him.

"No need to ask," Ah Shuang simply replied for him, "He knows what you have been doing in Shanghai during this time." ”

Hua Ting was stunned for a moment, but it was not strange to think about it.

Ah Shuang likes him, and this flower can be seen at a glance.

Ah Shuang's gaze was unscrupulous and loving, and his smile was pure and clean, just with a little sadness.

"How's the teahouse business?" Since it's a piece of wood, it's up to her to find the topic.

But it was Ah Shuang who answered for him, "Look at his handsome face, can business be bad?" ”

Ah Shuang is direct, bold and unpretentious, when the smoke burns out, he will extinguish the cigarette butt with his bare hands, his wrist is like jade, his fingers are like green onion roots, dyed with beautiful danqi, and the candle flame is particularly eye-catching.

Hua Ting had a hunch that it was only a matter of time before this woman named Ah Shuang took down Chen Shu.

"You came here with Jian Yi this time, are you on business?" He finally took the initiative to provoke a topic.

Hua Ting joked, "Yes, with his confidante." ”

He smiled and added another cup of warm tea to her.

"Don't you want to ask about the Dragons?"

Chen Shu didn't speak.

"Bai Qihong is not bad at treating the Dragon Gang, and he has already been accepted as a disciple of his own disciple."

"I know." He, like Ah Shuang, is clear-eyed and shrewd, in fact, he really doesn't need to ask anything, he knows everything.

"It's just a few people," Hua Ting couldn't help but joke again, "those who are so desperate and loyal to you are eager to kill me right now." ”

Chen Shu was amused, and his eyes were particularly warm and translucent.

He is suitable for Hong Kong, and he is also suitable for such a watery life, what kind of power and calculation, striving for fame and fortune, should not be done by a handsome and elegant person like him.

"Chen Shu, I'm really happy to see you like this now." It was official, but she said it from the bottom of her heart, and her smile was as gentle as fragrant tea.

Chen Shu raised his head in distraction, ignoring the embarrassing woman sitting next to him, and asked in a thin voice: "If I used to live like this in Shanghai, would you like to join me?" ”

Hua Ting's heart tightened, and he met Ah Shuang's gaze.

Without waiting for her to answer, Chen Shu looked down and smiled, "Of course, you don't have to answer me." ”

Ah Shuang hung a hand in front of the table, his fingertips trembling slightly, and the bright red dancome was dyed with a desolate color by the candle flame.

The sound of the tea lid "clanged", Chen Shu's stiff arm trembled slightly at the moment, he stood up, the black robe with the fragrance of Longjing tea she was familiar with, just a moment of trance, he leaned over, reached over, but held it empty.

"No, it won't." She replied.

Chen Shu lowered his head, and met Hua Ting's smiling appearance and unfocused eyes.

Her answer was as decisive and resolute as before, leaving no room for manoeuvre, as he had anticipated.

At this time, someone pushed the door in, and before she turned her head, she heard a familiar voice: "Sister Hua, I knew you were here." ”

Hua Ting seemed a little anxious to introduce Ah Shuang: "This is my husband, Jian Yi." When he saw Shi Yinai on his side, three black lines came down from the corners of his forehead, "This is ......"

Shi Yin wanted to speak, and Jian Yi replied with a hippie smile: "Female colleague." ”

The stiff atmosphere of the teahouse was slightly warmer because of Jian Yi's arrival, and Ah Shuang's smile also returned to a little confidence, "Since there are so many people, I'll go cook supper for you to eat." ”

Chen Shu is really a blessing, with Ah Shuang's temperament, he is not so easy to surrender to anyone's feet.

It's not that I can't see that Ah Shuang is also a girl with a sharp personality, she is sophisticated, transparent, moving, and reveals a lot of charming stories all over her body, but in front of Chen Shu, she is as soft as a puddle of water.

Jian Yi is not a polite person, and when he opened his mouth, he said, "I want to eat your dumplings in Beiping." ”

Ah Shuang was slightly surprised, "How do you know that I am from Beiping?" ”

"Can't you hear your accent?" Jian Yi naturally took a sip of tea from the cup of Huating, crossed his legs and crossed his legs, and his posture was casual.

Ah Shuang was amused, "Okay, you guys wait here, there is just one pot of dumplings left in my last bag." ”

Chen Shu pursed his lips and did not speak.

In the candlelight, his eyebrows and eyes were not very distinct, only an angular chin could be exposed, and he politely handed the cup to Jian Yi.

The two didn't say much, just drank tea in silence. (To be continued.) )