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After that, it seems that everyone's life is back on track, Yu Yu repeats his busy work day after day, living a life of home and company, occasionally taking the key to Qiao Mosheng's house to take a look at her, if he has free time, he will help clean the corners and corners, wipe the floating ash on his face, and then he will lay on the sofa in the living room like a corpse, looking at the white ceiling with straight eyes, no one can see what she is thinking, and he can't tell whether she is thinking or not.

Tang Wei braved the cold wind to run around the city every day, with full sincerity and apology to visit those customers she lost, the effect can not be said to be completely nothing, but it is really minimal, even so, Tang Wei is still stubbornly working hard for their studio, only at the end of a busy day in the middle of the night, she has time to think about the person who is far away in another country, and then let the wild thinking in her head control that person, accompanied by herself into sleep.

Of course, Gu Ziyan sometimes goes to run customers with Tang Wei, but more time, he is thinking about how to take Lu Yan to court, Tang Wei blocked this twice, in fact, it was blocked, but she didn't spend too much time on it, and after repeating it again and again, Tang Wei's approach to Gu Ziyan was regarded as a blind acquiescence, otherwise she really felt that it was too unfair to Gu Ziyan, and she couldn't take away the right of others to seek justice because of her kindness.

Compared with these busy people, the most leisurely person now may be Lu Yan, because after the studio incident, he never showed up again, there was no harassment of Tang Wei, and there was no courteous flattery to Tang's father and Tang's mother, this person seemed to have evaporated from the world, if it weren't for the fact that the client who was pried away by him still insisted on cooperating with him and was unwilling to return to Tang Wei, Gu Ziyan really almost went to report the missing person.

But in terms of leisure, in the end, no one can compare to Qiao Mosheng, who was still at the Colosseum in the morning, and sat in an unknown shop on the side of the street in the afternoon and ate garlic toast. Jomo Sheng walked leisurely, almost all over the famous streets and alleys of Rome, because she had too much time, except for calling her parents every day to report safety, she was free the rest of the time, she could sleep in the hotel until three o'clock in the morning, and then get up to drink a cup of espresso, or she could walk a few more steps to the alley to buy an ice cream to her liking, return to the hotel door of the lounger and sit down, bask in the sun, lick the melted cream dripping on the egg rolls. However, being too idle may not be a good thing, because less than a month has passed since such days, Qiao Mosheng is troubled by new troubles, time accumulates day by day, and the number of times Tang Wei's blurred image appears in her mind begins to increase little by little, from the first stroll under the Arc de Triomphe to the later worship of the Holy Trinity Church, from a not-so-clear outline to the sparkle of the peach blossom eyes, Qiao Mosheng will always think of her smile without warning.

Although the two have kept in touch these days, they are only limited to the few pictures with local scenery that Qiao Mosheng sent out at the right time every day, which should be her fulfillment of her promise to Tang Wei at the airport, not a single word, but she can't see what is missing. And Tang Wei's reply is nothing more than two words - good night or good morning. It seems that they put all the qiē back to the most normal position, and they met each other in the water, like two friends who are not very familiar with each other, standing back to back on both sides of a dividing line, separated by a colorless diaphragm that is not thin or thick, even if they occasionally turn to look at each other, they just smile faintly, and no one is willing to do any more moves, as if they are afraid that a little bit of involvement will lead to some chaos, so the two are cautious and walk on thin ice.

A qiē is too calm, that is, this calm, it is this kind of calmness that highlights the ripples in Qiao Mosheng's heart, those feelings that she deliberately ignored were finally able to be detected at this moment, but this came too suddenly for Qiao Mosheng, instead of being prepared, things went in the opposite direction she expected, which made her flustered and irritable, she tried to shake off these annoying thoughts with hurried steps, but this would only make the scenery around her lose its original dazzling color, But it didn't help her with what she was worried about.

"Damn ......"

One evening, after an unknown few days of crazy running, Qiao Mosheng walked out of the shower, ignoring the towel on his head, and directly slammed himself into the hotel bed, his long half-wet hair was scattered on the side of her face at will, covering her expression, and the curtains of the room blocked the afterglow outside the window without leaving any gaps, but under the warm yellow light in the room, the shadow of Qiao Mosheng's frowning brows was cast above her lightly closed eyelids, which was enough to see her entanglement at the moment.

Ten minutes passed, Qiao Mosheng was finally willing to move, sat up lazily, took the mobile phone on the bedside table and fiddled with it, the time was almost up, she should contact Tang Wei as usual, to show peace, I saw that she hesitated for a long time, opened the dialog box with Tang Wei, and at first just selected a few photos, and then seemed to feel that even if she did this, her heart would not feel better because of this, so she canceled the sending, in fact, Qiao Mosheng wanted to say something, But she didn't know what to say at this time, place, and state of the two of them, so she didn't send the news of the day until the end.

"Ah...... Forget it, it's annoying......"

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After that, it seems that everyone's life is back on track, Yu Yu repeats his busy work day after day, living a life of home and company, occasionally taking the key to Qiao Mosheng's house to take a look at her, if he has free time, he will help clean the corners and corners, wipe the floating ash on his face, and then he will lay on the sofa in the living room like a corpse, looking at the white ceiling with straight eyes, no one can see what she is thinking, and he can't tell whether she is thinking or not.

Tang Wei braved the cold wind to run around the city every day, with full sincerity and apology to visit those customers she lost, the effect can not be said to be completely nothing, but it is really minimal, even so, Tang Wei is still stubbornly working hard for their studio, only at the end of a busy day in the middle of the night, she has time to think about the person who is far away in another country, and then let the wild thinking in her head control that person, accompanied by herself into sleep.

Of course, Gu Ziyan sometimes goes to run customers with Tang Wei, but more time, he is thinking about how to take Lu Yan to court, Tang Wei blocked this twice, in fact, it was blocked, but she didn't spend too much time on it, and after repeating it again and again, Tang Wei's approach to Gu Ziyan was regarded as a blind acquiescence, otherwise she really felt that it was too unfair to Gu Ziyan, and she couldn't take away the right of others to seek justice because of her kindness.

Compared with these busy people, the most leisurely person now may be Lu Yan, because after the studio incident, he never showed up again, there was no harassment of Tang Wei, and there was no courteous flattery to Tang's father and Tang's mother, this person seemed to have evaporated from the world, if it weren't for the fact that the client who was pried away by him still insisted on cooperating with him and was unwilling to return to Tang Wei, Gu Ziyan really almost went to report the missing person.

But in terms of leisure, in the end, no one can compare to Qiao Mosheng, who was still at the Colosseum in the morning, and sat in an unknown shop on the side of the street in the afternoon and ate garlic toast. Jomo Sheng walked leisurely, almost all over the famous streets and alleys of Rome, because she had too much time, except for calling her parents every day to report safety, she was free the rest of the time, she could sleep in the hotel until three o'clock in the morning, and then get up to drink a cup of espresso, or she could walk a few more steps to the alley to buy an ice cream to her liking, return to the hotel door of the lounger and sit down, bask in the sun, lick the melted cream dripping on the egg rolls. However, being too idle may not be a good thing, because less than a month has passed since such days, Qiao Mosheng is troubled by new troubles, time accumulates day by day, and the number of times Tang Wei's blurred image appears in her mind begins to increase little by little, from the first stroll under the Arc de Triomphe to the later worship of the Holy Trinity Church, from a not-so-clear outline to the sparkle of the peach blossom eyes, Qiao Mosheng will always think of her smile without warning.

Although the two have kept in touch these days, they are only limited to the few pictures with local scenery that Qiao Mosheng sent out at the right time every day, which should be her fulfillment of her promise to Tang Wei at the airport, not a single word, but she can't see what is missing. And Tang Wei's reply is nothing more than two words - good night or good morning -