"No, how could something like that happen in such an elegant place as Qingfeng Tower?" The woman chuckled, "In that case, I might as well be respectful." Pen God Pavilion "

Yang Moxi walked back to the table, arranged a seat for her, and added a pair of tableware.

The tables are huge, and even if they are five seats, they are separated from each other by some distance.

"Come to my Qingfeng Building, don't drink red dust and get drunk, it's for nothing. The breeze is drunk with red dust upstairs, and the Yangtze River embankment is drunk with red dust. Yang Moxi said and poured a small half cup for the woman, "Rouge snow, Hongchen is drunk." Carved red and a few tears. White-haired woman, crying. Annihilation of a ripple of wind. ”

The woman raised her glass, a little hesitant.

"Drink as much as you can, take a sip first, and then take another sip if you feel like you can still drink, so that you can slowly reach a certain amount, and don't get drunk and delirious." Yang Moxi said, "Wait a minute, I'll have someone make sobering tea and then send you back." ”

The woman nodded, put the glass cup to her lips and took a sip.

The white cheeks turned red in an instant, as if a flame was burning.

"Alright, don't drink it." Yang Moxi shook his head, "This amount of wine, pour it in one sip." ”

The woman didn't seem to hear what Yang Moxi said, and drank the rest directly.

Then she couldn't hold her chopsticks steadily when she picked up the food, and fell on the table several times.

In the end, it was Yang Moxi who helped her put it in the bowl.

"Do you feel like we're all superfluous?" Zhou Yu said to Xiao Zhenghong and Liu Shiyu.

Yang Moxi took a pair of useless chopsticks and knocked on the door of Zhou Yu's head.

The two altars of Hongchen were drunk, Liu Shiyu's eyes began to blur, and the focus was always mismatched.

And Xiao Zhenghong and the three of them are still completely sober.

Yang Moxi was holding new wine, and it was not as high as yesterday's altar in terms of degree or stamina.

After the storm passed, the table was a mess of cups and plates. Yang Moxi instructed the people below to boil a few decanting teas and come up.

While everyone was talking, the woman suddenly got up and stepped aside, her steps swaying, as if she were about to fall down at any moment.

Yang Moxi hurriedly went to help, but was thrown away by her.

She steadied herself, flicked her big sleeves, and danced.

The two sleeves flew up and down, like two butterflies.

Suddenly, one of them was unsteady on her feet, and she fell forward.

Yang Moxi stepped forward quickly and helped her.

The woman's eyes were misty, her cheeks were flushed, and she was indescribably moving.

Yang Moxi's Adam's apple rolled a few times.

He helped the woman to a chair and sat down.

Two people came up with five cups of tea.

"Don't hurry up, this is the proprietress of your Qingfeng Building." Zhou Yu said with a smile after taking the tea.

The two waiters were a little confused, and looked at their boss, as if asking how long it took to give us a boss lady?

Yang Moxi couldn't wait to tear Zhou Yu's mouth.

"Don't listen to him." He took the tea and waited carefully for it to cool before handing it to the woman's lips.

After resting for a while, several people went downstairs to leave.

The woman has woken up a lot, and she is no longer in a daze, but her walking is still unsteady. Yang Moxi was not very relieved and insisted on sending her back.

"Some people, if they catch it, they catch it, and if they miss it, they miss it, and they can only say that they are in love with each other. There are too many forks in the journey of life, and a turn may be a lifetime. Miss the scenery along the way, miss the snow season at this time, miss the flower season at that time. The end of the world is too far, the life is too long, the flowering period is fascinated, and it can't withstand the flickering time. Memories change, who is pale, whose waiting, who has no regrets whose persistence. Before leaving, Zhou Yu pulled Yang Moxi aside and said softly, "The origin and extinction of the fate, the strong fate and the light fate, are not something we can control." What we can do is to cherish that short time when we meet by chance. Come on, young man, I'm optimistic about you. ”

Yang Moxi "······"

Zhou Yu looked at the figures of the two in the distance. The midday sun cast the shadows of the two on the ground, as if they meant each other.

No matter how familiar the number is, there is also an empty number one day. No matter how painful the memory is, there will be a day of forgetting; No matter how beautiful the dream is, there will be a day when you wake up; No matter how much you love someone, there will be a day when you will go away; The plot of Rashomon also has an end day. I hope you won't have that day, though. Zhou Yu said in his heart.

Subsequently, Xiao Zhenghong and the three went to the scenic spots by the Yangtze River to play.

In the evening, Xiao Zhenghong returned to the hotel. Just took a shower, Yu Yuanzhi seemed to be pinching the time, and sent him a video call.

Xiao Zhenghong took the mobile phone and connected it casually.

"Do you want to check the post? I get it. Xiao Zhenghong chuckled.

Yu Yuanzhi "······"

"But there is no second day in Chagang. Others either check the first and last day, or simply check every day. Xiao Zhenghong raised his phone and walked around the room, and the camera swept every corner of the room.

He even opened the closet, "Look, there's no one hiding here." ”

He also lay under the bed, "It's so low, you'll be crushed to death if you hide underneath." ”

And then under the table······

Then he went to the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat.

I don't have to let go of a real corner.

The more Yu Yuanzhi looked at it, the more speechless she became. What kind of people this is.

She didn't come to check on the post, and she didn't even think of this at all. But being stirred up by Xiao Zhenghong like this, she suddenly felt a little different.

"Doesn't it feel boring to do anything without me? I was flustered. Xiao Zhenghong sat on the bed and pointed the camera at him.

"Nope." Yu Yuanzhi shook her head, "Didn't you come here like this before?" ”

There is always such a person in this world, who is your thoughts and your warmth. Even if he is not far or close, as long as I think of him, I will always feel stable, feel down-to-earth, and feel confident in my heart. Even the air around them became steady. So no matter what, I won't panic, because you're always in my heart.

Xiao Zhenghong chuckled lightly, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to hook the tip of Yu Yuanzhi's nose. But the hand stopped in mid-air. Only then did he realize that Yu Yuanzhi was talking to him through the screen, not really in front of him.

Yu Yuanzhi seemed to know what Xiao Zhenghong wanted to do, and squeezed her head forward.

Xiao Zhenghong laughed, his finger fell on the screen, and hooked the tip of her nose.

"How do I feel like your cat?" Yu Yuanzhi muttered, "Why am I so obedient?" ”

Looking at her somewhat annoyed look, Xiao Zhenghong couldn't help laughing.

Every time I see her, I feel indescribably comfortable. All the worries and worries were thrown out of the sky in an instant. Every time I saw her, I couldn't help but be happy, and my eyebrows were happy, as if my heart had been smeared with honey.

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