There was an unlucky and boring guy named Edward Murphy who famously asserted Murphy's Law.

Nothing is as simple as it seems, everything will take longer than you expected, things that go wrong will always go wrong, and the more you worry about things, the more likely it is that things will happen.

All four of the above points are in place.

It was still early afternoon when Sang Xia set off from the company, and he was expected to make a quick decision, and he could hurry home after being ruthlessly rejected in minutes, but now the sky was so dark that the street lights were on......

The man in white named 'Little Chicken' stood at the table with an apron and a smile on his face, looking at her expectantly.

Well, damn Murphy's Law, you win.

That rainy evening, Lin Ran's car broke down on the way home, and a kind passer-by helped fix it... This kind man also kindly gave the umbrella to Sangxia.

No wonder she has a sense of déjà vu for the man in the brown shirt, but she hasn't seen it!

Although it is only a one-sided relationship, it is also a benefactor who helps out!

What about conscience, Sangxia? Thinking of this, she was a little ashamed of herself.

When the man with an otherwise indifferent face stared at her and playfully said, 'The one who took my umbrella but forgot about me...', Sanxia's face turned red to the base of his ears.

This......

The grace of repairing the car, the love of sending an umbrella in the rain, plus the task is on the body, and it doesn't take much time to say that a meal...

Well, this condition is still quite reasonable.

After being helplessly decided, Sang Xia sent a message to Fusu as soon as possible, informing the driver to withdraw first.

Although she has already settled in, she still feels a little uncomfortable in her heart...

The dining room and kitchen are integrated, and the detached glass hut built next to the white house is located in the backyard near the stream.

The man in white took off his apron and sat down opposite Sangxia, and there were a few fresh and elegant dishes on a well-sized square table, which made her feel good about the 'little chicken'.

Because it looks and smells, these dishes are very much to her taste.

Outside the house, rain began to fall, silently falling into the stream, the stream flowing slowly, and the exposed stones were washed smooth and moist.

For a moment, Sang Xia felt in a trance that this scene seemed to have happened and been experienced.

It's like a dreamland, with a bit of hazy realism.

The man in brown walked up the glass corridor with a bottle, sat down next to the square table by the side of the stream, and handed the bottle to the 'chicken'.

The latter took it without displeasure, and as if by magic, he pulled out a few cups from under the table and uncorked them.

In an instant, an indescribable fragrant aroma overflowed.

Oh, that's the scent!

As soon as Sang Xia walked into the courtyard, he vaguely smelled it, and when he arrived in the living room, it was even more obvious, it turned out that the source of this fragrance was the unknown liquid in this bottle.

"Ah..."The chick poured the unknown liquid, as if he wanted to say something, just spit out a word and immediately stopped, paused "Sangxia, haha, come, this is our own brewed peach blossom dew, taste the taste." ”

Obviously feeling that the brown-shirted man on the side glanced at the chick meaningfully, and his brows furrowed slightly, Sang Xia thought to himself, what does this mean?

What kind of peach blossom dew is in this drug?

No, I represent Sumu Company.

Besides, even if they have to think crookedly, a big beauty like Sister Xuan Xuan is their best goal.

Moreover, the umbrella man should not be a bad person!

As soon as the paranoia of being killed appeared, Sang Xia quickly convinced himself in his heart.

I put the cup under my nose and sniffed, belch, this smell is really good.

The aroma is not strong, it is the kind of lingering on the tip of the nose for a long time after smelling.

The brown-shirted man with an umbrella drank slowly from the cup, the liquid slid down the wall of the cup into his throat like flowing silk, and watching him swallow, Sang Xia swallowed unconsciously.

It looks delicious...

Following Murphy's Law, there is another magic that no one can escape, the Law of True Fragrance.

At first, I was a little embarrassed to take a small sip, but after a while, I was fascinated by the sweet, slippery thing.

So, cup after cup.

I don't know if I've been with Midnight for a long time, Sang Xia's skin is getting thicker and thicker.

A few cups of peach blossoms were dewed, and most of the dishes on the table were wiped out.

Especially the plate called Po Po Ding, Sang Xia had never heard of it before, but she couldn't stop tasting it for the first time, and she killed the whole plate alone.

Anyway, I can't care about my face anymore, and I don't have the consciousness of shame.

"Sangxia, how old are you this year?"

"Ah, oh, twenty. ”

"Oh, your parents are willing to come out to work at such a young age. The man in the brown shirt took a sip of peach blossom dew and asked lightly.

Sang Xia lowered her head and blinked, not knowing how to answer, thinking of the ghost mother who had accompanied her for twenty years and was unwilling to leave, and the corners of her eyes were a little moist.

He blinked quickly, squeezing the excess water back into his eyes, "They're dead." ”

"Oh, sorry. Full of polite words, there was no emotion in the brown-shirted man's tone.

The atmosphere became a little weird and a little cold.

"Hey, Sangxia, your name is pretty nice. The man in white made a timely tone.

"You don't know our name yet, my name is Ji Rongyuan, you can call me Rong Yuan, or Yuan Yuan, it's okay. ”

"Chicken Rongyuan?!! wow, good, special name. These are the three words that appeared in Sangxia's mind.

The person whose name has been tampered with is unconscious, but the man in the brown shirt doesn't know if he is aware of it, and explains carefully.

"Ji, the surname of King Ji Fa of Zhou Wen is a very old surname, and there are really not many in modern times. ”

As he spoke, the man in the brown shirt dipped his fingers in some water and wrote the word 'Ji' on the table, and then looked at Sang Xia with a strange look.

At this glance, Sang Xia understood in an instant.

It's terrible to be uneducated, but she's not too uneducated, at least she still recognizes the word Ji, but she didn't expect it for a while.

"That's what Rong Yuan wrote," the man in the brown shirt continued as he drew on the table, "Rong is the abbreviation of Rong Zhai in ancient times, and it refers to the Lingnan Mountains of Guangxi. He was born in the river valley in that area, so he took the name Rong Yuan. ”

Oh, it turned out to be taken from the name of the place.

Oh, hey, in that area, in the valley of the river, born.

Well, it always sounds like something is wrong?!

"Oh, what's your name, teacher?" Ignoring some strange feeling, Sanxia began to stare at the brown-shirted man.

At this time, her eyes were already starting to drift a little.

"Me?!" the brown-shirted man added some peach dew to the Sangxia cup and looked up at the roof.

The entire hut, including the ceiling, was made of glass, and by this time the sky had completely darkened, and the ink was completely black.

The backyard lights were on, reflected in the stream that meandered in front of the restaurant, splashing a few sporadic glimmers.

Delicious at the moment, Sanxia did not have everything in an accident.

Chick's name can be considered very complicated and special, so she is looking forward to the answer from the man in the brown shirt.

How 'stunning' does it have to be to be worthy of this weird duo?

The literary man who looked up at the night sky lowered his head to meet her curious eyes, and then spit out two words faintly.

"Zhang San. ”

Burst...... The peach blossom dew is really delicious, otherwise she might really spray the chick in the face.

"Uh...... I don't believe it. ”

"Why don't you believe it?"

"Because you're not Zhang San. ”

"Why am I not Zhang San?"

"We're going to fly to that faraway place and see that the world is not so bleak... Come, sing!"

Sang Xia didn't drink the peach blossom dew at all, which was made from rice wine puree, and his eyes were so dilated that he couldn't put it into practice.

The other two men didn't expect that she would be drunk by this extremely low degree of peach blossom dew and sang directly!!

Fortunately, the singing is not too bad.

"Well, come, sing. ”

Sansha clenched his hands, holding a non-existent microphone, posing in front of him.

In fact, this girl really hasn't sung before, where would that boring guy in Fusu understand this.

Even this posture comes from video teaching and a variety show.

"Look, you don't have to sing," muttered as if to sing something again.

"You don't need to sing, you don't look like Jiang San, you can be like Jiang San's song. ”

Slurred speech and knotted tongue. The words are strange and cute.

Regarding this song, I really thank Uncle Meng, who has a good taste.

Since Sang Xia taught him to use his mobile phone to listen to music and K songs, the former Yin Cha has been out of control and obsessed with the golden-voiced Cai Qin.

At this time, a certain nervous girl who imitated Goddess Cai muttered something and giggled, clapping her hands constantly.

His cheeks were slightly pink because of the effect of alcohol, and his laughter was like silver bells blown by the wind.

Ji Rongyuan looked at the girl who was smiling wantonly in a daze, and turned his eyes to sit next to him, "Yayoi...".

The brown-shirted man just shook his head to silence him, staring at Sang Xia's gaze, revealing a complicated meaning.

The first time I drank alcohol in my life, and the first time I got drunk in my life.

This feeling is really amazing, and the whole person is fluttering.

Sanxia felt as if she was about to float up, about to hit the roof...