The small courtyard where Chi Linglong lives now is owned by an old flower farmer.

What his true identity is, or whether it is the dark stake arranged here by the young master, Chi Linglong doesn't know. What she knew, however, was that the old flower farmer was very skilled.

This is a two-entry house. It's not big, but the house is full of flowers inside and out.

There are patches of golden or delicate red peacock grass, there are light purple and cherry red beauty cherries, wood hibiscus is planted along the corridor full circle, the rest of the petals are petite, like bell-sized upside-down bells, also swaying with the autumn wind, occasionally flowers fall all over the ground, the wind blows with a faint sweet fragrance, people smell and feel good.

Chi Linglong hadn't seen the original owner of June and July, but she was the first to see Mo Ding, dressed in black, standing among the flowers on the ground, standing under a huge crape myrtle tree.

The crape myrtle tree beside Mo Ding was about as thick as three people hugging each other, and the canopy was lush and lush.

I don't know how the old flower farmer took care of it, so that the light purple and pink crape myrtle flowers, which should have withered in September, are still blooming beautifully; The huge canopy of the tree has been repaired into a model of an immortal guiding the way, and from a distance, it can only be seen as beautiful.

Chi Linglong bypassed a long corridor and walked into some, and found that under the huge crape myrtle tree, directly opposite Mo Ding, stood a handsome young man.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy Lang was still wearing the same tight-fitting black suit, his long black hair was tightly tied with a black jade crown, his eyebrows were handsome, his bearing was graceful, his face was cold and sharp, and he was the most dark.

Today's black power suit seems to be slightly different from the past, no longer a simple and rough samurai style, but with gold edges rolling at the bottom of the robe, the black power suit is shining in the sunlight, and there are also circles of hidden dark lines, making this young man look gorgeous, elegant, and noble, like a noble and gorgeous god, with a kind of awe-inspiring beauty.

The breeze blows the petals on the crape myrtle tree like rain. His whole eyebrows are picturesque, as if he has come out of a painting.

Chi Linglong stood in place as if in a trance for a moment, then her eyes narrowed slightly, and she raised her legs and walked towards the young master.

The young man who was talking to Mo Ding, although his eyes were blind, his facial features seemed to be more sensitive than normal people. Almost when Chi Linglong was still about fifty meters away from them, the young man's sharp eyes shot straight and sharply towards her.

Then, he seemed to sniff out the hidden in her. Secret and charming. A bewitching ghostly body. The incense seemed to have noticed the rhythm of the footsteps, which was the footsteps of the woman he had been familiar with in recent days, so his sharp gaze was retracted again, and the whole person also recovered a cold, unapproachable appearance, which made people hate to retreat.

"What's the matter with me?" Chi Linglong stopped four or five paces away from Mo Ding and the young master.

This position will neither seem too intimate nor very distant, allowing her to attack and retreat, and her psychology is very real.

Seeing that Chi Linglong spoke so directly this time, Mo Ding also looked back after glancing at her, and turned his gaze to the young master.

"Take a trip." The young master is even more powerful in a nutshell.

didn't explain to Chi Linglong why, and didn't tell her what the purpose of letting him go out with them was, he just dropped four words perfunctorily, and walked directly to the door.

Chi Linglong stood in place, looking at the back of the young man gradually walking away, and then looking at his steady steps, she laughed inexplicably.

She seemed to notice that perhaps the young man had hurt his throat instead of his eyes.

Otherwise, why is a person who is obviously blind, but can walk like a normal person, and disguise so that outsiders can't see the slightest mistake; And a person with a normal laryngeal tract basically can't say up to five sentences a day, and he usually responds with the word "um", which is simply a bit abnormal.

Chi Linglong felt amused by her imagination at this time, and saw that Mo Ding and the young master were about to walk to the gate, so she also trotted two steps and chased after him.

The carriage clattered against the bluestone slabs laid on the road, and there was a soft creaking sound. Chi Linglong and the young master sat in the carriage, one of them boiling tea and the other diligently washing cups in June and July, while Mo Ding sat outside in the carriage to drive the carriage.

The carriage swayed for more than half an hour before it suddenly stopped in front of a teahouse.

A murmur from outside came from Murdin, "Master, it's here." ”

When Chi Linglong heard this, she curiously lifted the curtain beside her and looked out, but she could only see a bookstore across the wide road, and she didn't know what shop their carriage was parked in front of now.

The young master said "um", but he still sat in the carriage and sipped tea. Chi Linglong glanced at him in surprise, and saw that the young master, whose face was fair and handsome, and his long eyelashes flickered with his downward movements, had no intention of getting out of the car at all.

couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and asked him, "Don't you go down?" ”

The young master said "um" again, and then did not speak again.

Chi Linglong was really a little crying and laughing at this time.

What kind of play is this today?

Take her out, don't say anything, and now she doesn't get off the bus when she arrives at the destination, what does this person think?

Chi Linglong smiled helplessly. The young master seemed to know her thoughts, so after taking another sip of tea, he asked her coldly, "Do you know the boss in the bookstore opposite?" ”

Chi Linglong's eyebrows couldn't help but raise higher.

It turned out that the shop where their carriage was staying was not their destination, and the bookstore opposite was the key.

Chi Linglong didn't want to ask this young master, what bookstore, what boss, what inexplicable words did he know?

She didn't say much, didn't respond, just opened the curtain a little wider, and began to look at the bookstore across the road, and the owner of the bookstore.

"Three Hills Bookstore." While reading out the name of the bookstore, Chi Linglong thought in her heart that the name of the bookstore seemed a little strange.

This thought came to her mind, but who knows, June, a well-behaved maid who plays an invisible person, but she spoke awkwardly. "Girl, I just bought the book for you from this bookstore. The one you read in your travelogue is the owner of this bookstore. ”

Chi Linglong nodded again after being surprised, and June went on to say two more words, it turned out that the street they were on now was called "Sanshan Street", so the bookstore opposite was named "Sanshan Bookstore".

It turned out that the bookstore had not been open for a year now, but the business was booming.

As for the reason, although June knew, he looked at the cold and sharp facial features of his master opposite, and he couldn't say anything to his mouth. Childe doesn't like people to be noisy, so she still doesn't want to gossip.

In fact, June wanted to say that because the owner of the bookstore opposite was as handsome as a fairy, and he had a sister who was two years younger than him, and she was as beautiful as a flower, and her appearance was the most gorgeous and bright she had ever seen in June's life.

Therefore, there are often little girls who go to the bookstore to "meet" the boss in the name of buying books, and there are often scholars who look for books with their companions, trying to meet beautiful women.

June didn't say these words, and of course Chi Linglong didn't know. However, when Chi Linglong turned back slightly and saw the true face of the owner of the Sanshan Bookstore, she couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and her heartbeat clattered, as if she was about to jump out of her chest.

Chi Linglong's eyes widened, trying to see the man's face more realistically.

The sunlight poured in through the wide open door of the bookstore, casting a dazzling and bright circle of light around the man's body, making his whole person look clean and sacred, like a fairy who was not stained with dust.

When he was just crowned, the man only had a simple white hosta on his head. The hairpin jade color is warm and delicate, but it is the best mutton fat jade. Half of his long black hair was scattered behind his back, and he slowly walked out of the gloom with a roll of bamboo slips in his hand.

Dressed in an elegant white robe, his black hair is lightly brushed, his posture is handsome, his eyebrows are clear and cold, and his face has a little bit of the patient's weak whiteness, but it adds a bit of the taste of bone fairy wind.

As if sensing that someone was looking at him, the man Qingling's eyes were like cold jade, and he suddenly shot towards the frame where Chi Linglong was sitting.

There was a warm smile in his dark eyes, and that smile made people's hearts flutter, but it never reached his eyes at all. He stood there with his hands in his hands, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked up with a little joy, handsome and ethereal, that appearance looked in Chi Linglong's eyes, but it was unreal.

The heartbeat seemed to be much faster, and the speed and strength of the violent beating was like a small drum beating non-stop.

Chi Linglong forcibly withdrew her gaze from the man, and she said to the young master calmly, "I don't know." However, in a place where the young master could not see, she irrepressibly stretched out her right hand and slowly covered the position of her heart.

Chi Linglong felt that something was going on today, as if she had finally escaped from her control.

Looking at the man who suddenly turned around and put the bamboo slip in his hand on the cashier's table, but with a warm and warm smile, he walked out of the door of the bookstore and walked towards their frame, Chi Linglong suddenly had a bad premonition.

It was as if there was an abyss ahead, and if the man took another step, her life would be a mess. R1152