From Yunling tossing to Pu'er, it was almost dawn when I checked into the hotel.

Tang Jingcheng was already physically exhausted, so he took a hasty shower and fell asleep on the bed, and when she woke up, it was already noon, she reached out and touched it, and there was no one on the pillow beside her.

"Guan Luo..."Tang Jingcheng shouted in a low voice. The spacious room seemed to be silent, the curtain was still tightly drawn, and she reached out and pressed a button on the side of the bed, and the curtain slowly rolled up......

The sunshine, the distant mountains, the 10,000 acres of tea plantations bathed in clouds and mist, everything is presented one by one behind the curtain.

There was also the man sitting on the terrace facing him sideways, wearing the simplest plain white cotton vest, with smooth muscular lines on his shoulders and arms, and a pair of light home slacks underneath, with a little trouser tube rolled up, and no shoes on his feet, showing a small half of a solid calf with leg hair.

Tang Jingcheng was curious, what was this man doing there alone?

Boiling tea?

She picked up the nightgown on the floor and put it on, and walked cautiously through the wooden floor.

Sure enough, it's making tea. On the terrace, there is a small round table with a small bowl for drinking Pu'er tea, delicate special snacks and a small electronic kettle, the water in which is boiling and steaming.

Guan Luo should have noticed that Tang Jingcheng had come over, but he was not disturbed at all, and took the kettle to wash the strainer and cover the bowl, and then poured the water in the bowl into the porcelain dish next to him, and shook the bowl and lid several times to drain the water.

He did such a meticulous set of movements, and he was extremely safe and proficient.

Tang Jingcheng thought, what kind of man is this?

He had obviously held a gun, killed people, had so many scars on his body, and even he couldn't count the blood on his hands, but he sat on the terrace and made tea calmly, surrounded by mist and tea plantations. The cold light in his eyes was gone, his brows were stretched, he was boiling water and sencha, and he looked like an ordinary man, as if he had no quarrel with the world, and he was not anyone from Jiurongtai.

Tang Jingcheng felt that this was simply a man with many contradictions.

Sometimes bland, sometimes warm.

Sometimes ruthless, sometimes tender. Talking about skills with Taiwan.

Just like now, he twisted a few small rubs of Pu'er with his well-jointed five fingers and threw it into the bottom of the bowl, washed, scalded, poured it out, and then brewed it a second time. Press the tea with a lid and wait a short time for the tea to flow down the edge of the bowl through the strainer and into the small glass cup next to it.

A small cup of dark red translucent liquid, the tea surface is soft and soft, turning a small whirlpool, just like the man in front of him, the color is dull, strong, and he can taste many flavors when he drinks it in his mouth.

"Come here." He suddenly pulled Tang Jingcheng and pulled her to the wooden chair opposite him.

"Taste it." He pushed the freshly brewed cup of tea to her.

Tang Jingcheng held it up and sighed.

"How?"

"Good!"

Unexpectedly, she didn't expect this man to really make such a good tea.

It is impossible to imagine that a man with a gun would make tea.

"Have you studied?"

"Specially studied!"

"But you don't like to drink tea, don't say you learned it for me." Tang Jingcheng was rarely amorous, and Guan Luo poured another cup for her. His face was full of disgust.

"You think too much, I learned it to please the old man."

Tang was slightly surprised: "You mean Axi's father?" ”

"Well, he liked to drink tea when he was alive, so I went to someone to teach him."

At that time, he was only about thirteen years old, and he was nothing at all in Jiurongtai.

Tang Jingcheng didn't expect this reason, and couldn't help laughing: "Scheming man!" ”

"It's a prize, but it's just a mouthful!"

used to be a mess, when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, Guan Luo was just a child, he had suffered a lot, and he had been beaten a lot, and when he first entered Jiurongtai, he just wanted to save his life.

Tang Jingcheng couldn't understand his state of mind at that time, because her childhood was simply the same as Guan Luo's one in the sky and the other on the ground.

She drank the second cup of tea, rolled her fingers over the small glass teacup, and asked, "What about your parents?" ”

This is something she has always been curious about, and it is also the first time she has taken the initiative to ask him about private matters.

Guan Luo's eyes seemed to sink.

Tang Jingcheng thought he didn't want to answer. immediately changed his words: "If you don't want to say it, forget it, I'll just ask casually." ”

"There's nothing to say." Guan Luo took out the empty teacup in her hand and poured a little more for her.

The heat is thick, and the distant mountains are cloudy.

He slowly raised his eyes: "Dead, I don't have them in my childhood impression, I was brought up by my grandmother, and my grandmother also left when I was about 8 years old." ”

Tang Jingcheng took a sip of tea and burned his heart.

Orphans, she felt that this kind of tragic childhood experience could only appear in books, how could it really happen around her.

"I'm sorry!" Tang Jingcheng suddenly felt a little sad.

Guan Luo laughed: "It doesn't matter, I've never seen them anyway." ”

Because I have never had it, I don't feel pain when I lose it.

Guan Luo doesn't feel that he has no parents so miserable, but when he was a child, he would be very short-tempered when he was hungry, and some of his anger may have been cultivated at that time, and suffering can make people, but at the same time, it will also plant the seeds of evil in his heart.

Tang Jingcheng held his wrist in distress, and the hot fingers of the teacup rubbed the raised green tendons on his wrist little by little.

"It doesn't matter, you're doing well now, you're a good person, you'll be rewarded."

"Good guys?" Guan Luo's expression suddenly changed and he laughed, he wrapped Tang Jingcheng's hand into his palm with his backhand, and his eyes were dark, "Who told you that I am a good person?" ”

"I can feel it."

"Did you know that I had already killed people when I was eleven years old?"

“……”

Tang Jingcheng was stunned for a moment, but quickly pouted and said: "It's okay, the most essential difference between a good person and a bad person is not whether you do bad things or not, I said that you are a good person, you are a good person!" ”

Guan Luo was also speechless, he could only stretch out his other hand to pinch Tang Jingcheng's chin, and across the distance of a small round table, the corner of his mouth smiled evilly: "Silly girl, you don't feel accurate many times." ”

"For example..."

"For example, the man you hate may love you very much, and for example, if you say that I am a good person, it may not be."

This is really a man who can't talk.

Tang Jingcheng puffed up his hand and said, "I can't talk to you anymore." She got up and was about to go back to her room, when Guan Luo pushed her to her lap, hugged her tightly, wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried her head in the back of her neck to breathe hard.

She still had the smell of last night, he didn't like to use condoms when he her, and she didn't like to take a shower after she was done.

It's a very bad habit, but Guan likes it, because he can always smell himself in her, and it feels like she belongs to him.

"Tang Jingcheng..."

"Huh?"

"How is your relationship with your father?"

Tang Jingcheng stiffened in his arms: "Why did you suddenly talk about my father?" ”

"You just asked me about my parents, and to be fair, answer me!"

"That's good."

“……”

"My mom was gone when I was very young, my dad brought me up, and he hasn't looked for a woman for so many years, it's all for me."

Tang Jingcheng turned around in Guan Luo's arms and suddenly giggled at him.

"You know what? When my father was a child, he always said that my stinky body was all used to by him, and his temper alone was unbearable, and he couldn't find any stepmother who could tolerate my problems, and he decided that he would not find any man who could tolerate my bad habits in the future...... Ha ha... But then..."

Tang Jingcheng suddenly choked.

Guan glanced at her: "What happened later?" ”

Her eyes moved, and she sighed: "Later, I still met Qiu Qiguan......

This man not only tolerated all her stinky ailments, but also spoiled her even more lawlessly in just a few years.

"Guan Luo, before July last year, I always felt that I was the happiest person in the world, because I met two men in my life who were very good to me, one was my father, who raised me and gave me a good childhood and a superior growth environment, and the other was Qiu Qiguan, who taught me to carve jade, married me, and promised to go hand in hand with me through all the days ahead..."

But then he broke his promise.

Tang Jingcheng's heart began to hurt again, and his eyes were moist.

She didn't cry when Qiu Qiguan died, and she didn't cry when she buried his ashes, but she couldn't control it every time she mentioned him in front of Guan Luo.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this in front of you." She struggled to get off his lap.

Guan slightly circled her.

"The tea is finished." Tang Jingcheng joked, turned around and wiped a handful of tears that were about to fall with his hand.

"Come back!"

"What?"

He turned her over, and she couldn't dodge.

"Look at your eyes as red as rabbits." Guan Luo hugged her, his voice was low, and he reached out to help her wipe her eyes.

Tang Jingcheng felt as if her heart had been thrown onto a soldering iron, she mentioned Qiu Qiguan over and over again in this man's arms, crying every time, and he helped her wipe her tears every time.

"Omit ......"

"What?"

"I can't give you anything!"

"I know, I can't give you anything."

What do they have for each other?

She said that there are two most important men in her life, one is Tang Ji and the other is Qiu Qiguan, Qiu Qiguan died in front of Guan Luo, and Tang Ji will have to clean up sooner or later.

So there is an incalculable hatred between them.

Guan Luo brought Tang Jingcheng's face closer, and kissed her wet and cool lips, brushing her forehead, eyebrows, and finally reaching her lips......

Tang Jingcheng groaned, and he picked her up and walked back to the room.

The curtain fell, the distant mountains, the tea plantations, the fog ...... Everything is kept outside.

There is a lot of love in the house.

No, in addition to hatred between them, there is also this physical entanglement, an addiction that they can't quit.

Su Hongzhi still did not agree to Fan Qingyan's conditions in the end.

"White-eyed wolf, bastard thing, the lion has a big mouth, and he is actually more greedy than Chi Feng!" The old man was on crutches and scolded in the study for a morning.

When Su Jue entered, he was sitting on a chair, the room smelled of cigars, and the old man held his forehead with his hand, looking bored......