"At noon, the man finally returned." Zhong Sheng was looking through his diary again. "He is still so sunny, so elegant, he walks calmly, and his tone of voice is gentle and unhurried. From afar, I saw him walking towards me, his ears buzzing, his breathing seemed to stop, his mind went blank, and we smiled and met each other like old friends. "Qinghong, can I live in my room?" He asked me with a smile.

He called me by name, his voice soft as a breeze. It made my heart beat even more flustered, just looking at him, overwhelmed.

"Hey, what about you!" He stood in front of me, smiling, not at all annoyed by my daze.

Woohoo! He was going to live here, I remembered. Hurriedly found the key to 108 and handed it to him. His hand was warm, and when he took the key, he touched my hand and could feel it. Did he mean it? "10.7

Ha! The male protagonist is finally back.,If you don't come back, the female owner is afraid she's going to really go crazy.。 How can I not meet such a dead-eyed woman? Zhong Sheng thought to himself jealously, chirping sourly.

"Knowing that he was back, I sat down at the bar early, thinking that I would be the first to see him, and I asked him what his name was. Others will say the name of the leader, and they can't ask around, they only know that it is the deputy mayor who has just been transferred to the city. I said, such an elegant, personable man can't be an ordinary person. You know, he can do it! ”

10.8th

In the next few days, the woman's eyes have been looking for the figure of the male protagonist every moment, his every move is concerned about her heart, his happiness, her laughter, his depression, she is unhappy with him, as if he is fascinated, he is transformed into a ray of sunshine in his heart, pouring out her inexplicable love to the thin paper, without scruples.

Incredible, incredible! Is there really love at first sight in this world? The pages are full of love, and a woman carries Cinderella's love for the prince and weaves a love fairy tale that does not belong to her in the middle of every sleepless night.

Zhong Sheng felt a little thirsty, rolled off the sofa, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and it was empty. In the past few days, I rarely eat at home, the milk is gone, there is only a little residue left in the coffee, and Aunt Mu's steamed noodles are already covered with black hair.

He had no choice but to boil a pot of white water. I was still thinking about what kind of person this woman Qinghong was, and what was the relationship between her and Maserati? If it didn't matter, Maserati wouldn't have dwelled on it, and after 20 years, it was back in search of the so-called truth. So what's the relationship? Mother? Maternal aunt? According to her speech and demeanor, she does not look like a slanderous master, what is the purpose of that? If Qinghong in the diary really has something to do with that man, after the matter was revealed, the man killed her for Bao Shitu, which can be established from the reasoning. But what happened between them that this man dared to kill a woman so ruthlessly? Unless the woman has become a stumbling block or a mortal threat to him, no.

The overflowing water of the ——, extinguished the fire and awakened his musings. He turned off the fire and picked up the coffee pot, the hot handle of the pot made him instinctively throw it away, clang! Ding, ding. The pot was on the floor, making a loud noise, and the lid rolled crisply to the side. The voice, at night, was harsh.

Fortunately, it didn't splash on his feet, or he wouldn't have been able to get out tomorrow, he thought to himself. Looking at the lid that was still swinging. Alas——, a pot of water can't be boiled well, what's the difference between me and those useless men? Unscrewed the faucet, took two pitiful sips of tap water, sighed sadly, and the smell of coffee like in his throat and eyes.

Hey? Maserati was able to hold its breath and evaporate, without any news. Zhong Sheng was lying on the bed, looking at his phone, and the head of the Maserati was like a sleeping beauty, and there was no movement. The conversation only stopped half a month ago, could it be that she was just a whim or forgot about this one, why did she stop moving so quickly?

He was still immersed in the first meeting, a scene that was like a dream in the night, clear and unreal.

A meteor crossed the window, a slender ray of light, opened a crack in the dark night in the dome, Zhong Sheng vaguely saw a person through the curtain, a woman with a delicate face, who was looking down in front of the table and writing something intently, calling a person's name, sighing, sobbing, but unwilling to vent the sorrow of the law on the paper, at first glance, it was a person with a story. Filled with curiosity, he gently lifted the dark green curtain of rubies, blue tourmalines, and sapphires, and stepped in. The woman didn't even notice his coming.

From time to time, he tore off the pages covered with handwriting and tears, crumpled them in annoyance, and threw them into the paper basket to the side, one of which flew at the tip of his nose. Fortunately, the paper ball flew very slowly, and he was shrewd by it. The ball of paper rolled innocently out of the basket, struggled weakly a few times, and did not move. He bent down to pick up the paper ball on the ground, and unfolded it, it seemed to be full of a person's name, and the handwriting flashed like neon, and when he was about to look closely, the handwriting was shyly scattered into fireflies, and flew away with light and stars. When the woman raised her hand to throw another paper ball, she found him looking at the paper ball she had just thrown away, as if the secret had been discovered, and she was stunned for a moment, and her face turned red. "You—" exclaimed, and immediately lay on the table, too ashamed to raise his head.

Zhong Sheng looked at her with a smile and teased: It's all like this, and you're still shy? The unfolded cheeks, which may be ugly like that, can be slightly judged from the unnatural embarrassed smile on the woman's face. As long as it's not like the smiling face of the big bad wolf. Why don't you exercise your laughing muscles more often, so as to save people from misunderstanding. I thought to myself.

The woman may have been coerced by his smiling face, or perhaps she had a grudge in her heart for a long time, and was recognized by this stranger, she let go of all her reserves, and laughed calmly to cry. He stared at the woman's twitching shoulders, his face solemn.

It wasn't until she had enough of crying that he reconciled his face. Zhengrong asked, "Girl, why are you crying?" Are you trapped by love, never forget, and hate for life, but you don't know who to hate? ”

"Exactly, there is no place to rely on, and the heart is sleepy, so the sorrow comes from the heart, so I can't stop crying." The woman responded, tears almost wanted to roll down, hiding her face and wiping, the sleeves of the shirt were like silkworm wings, not like all ordinary people. Zhong Sheng looked carefully, the woman's delicate and delicate face, the white face with black plum smoke-like tears, a little sad, and sad. sighed: Pear blossoms have passed through the wind and rain, and I feel pity!

"Wandering Mountain Puppet Notes": The mountains are high and the pines are hidden, and the water is shallow and the moon is bright. The birch is swaying in the breeze, and the leaves are green and red in autumn.

The woman's creamy hand handed over a piece of paper with a poem written on it, hehe, I really can't find anyone who can write poetry now.

Zhong Sheng was the most unsightly to pretend to be Sven, and glanced at it with disdain, but did not read it carefully. But the woman's hand caught his attention. "Red crisp hands, red silk wine, the city is full of spring palace walls and willows. The east wind is evil, and the joy is thin. A cup of sorrow, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong! Searching for dry intestines, churning out such a sentence, and was about to show off, the woman scolded shyly and angrily: "I don't want you to look at my hand, this!" Shaking the paper in his hand, he shook in front of his eyes as if demonstratively.

"Oh, so that's it, I thought..."Zhong Sheng said perfunctorily as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked at the piece of paper. Why don't men have a straight shape? She was still angrily reproaching.

Cut, you seem to have read all the men in the world, if you really want to be like this, why haven't you woken up to a bright hall. Zhong Sheng argued convincingly from the bottom of his heart. It's not that he's afraid of a woman scratching him, but he just wants to know a woman's story. If you get annoyed and twist your ass and leave, who else will you listen to? Listen to the wind? Cut!

With patience, he read the words on the note, and he didn't see a signature or anything. There seems to be some kind of intention in the poem, deliberately to connect with something. Ping Qian is extremely untidy in the battle, and he doesn't have any profound artistic conception, just a disease-free moan. He straightened his scalp and was thinking, and suddenly the ground was opened, and the woman's name was Ye Qinghong. It turned out that he wanted to remember the name, and through an infinite imagination, he abstracted the woman into a new and evocative artistic conception, without letting others peep into the clues, which can be described as well-intentioned.

"You are Ye Qinghong! I'm not wrong! He looked at the woman and said calmly.

"Cut, I thought you found something else, I'm Ye Qinghong, can't you?" The woman looked at him with disappointment, as if to think that others would be able to understand the deeper meaning of the poet and discover the secret of the poet's heart. But I don't know that he is also a guy who pulls the banner and sits on a tiger skin! It's been a waste of her thoughts these days. It seems that this is not interesting in the first place. It's really amorous but ruthlessly annoyed! The woman's mood began to become depressed, and she sat there in a daze, her face cloudy.

"Don't worry!" Zhong Sheng said to the woman unhurriedly. "You see, a person who is so dignified has to pull a woman's name into an irrelevant wind and moon? Why is that? Hearing Zhong Sheng say this, the woman's eyes lit up, and she looked at him intently, eager to know the result.

Seeing her like this, Zhong Sheng no longer cared about her feelings, and said his speculation directly: "Generally, this situation shows that he is also paying attention to you, your every move, he is not indifferent, but deeply touched, it's just that for some unknown reason, he can't accept your feelings, or you have been together for too short, he doesn't know you at all, so I don't know what your intentions are, is it greedy for pleasure, or is it long-lasting, benefit, use or true love?" It's impossible to tell.

At the same time, he is also a person in the scene, once there are rumors and legends, it will affect his future, which is what he cares about the most. The so-called, rushing to the sky and being angry is a red face, and not loving the country and loving the beauty, that is all legends. A successful man, when faced with such a problem, has to think more carefully. And some people will go out of their way to embrace love, but most of them are reckless and! The average person will think calmly first and will hesitate. Your instincts are not wrong! But for him, he has to weigh the pros and cons, a woman can love nothing, but a person with vested interests will not love to get carried away.

Isn't your current marriage an alliance of interests? If you didn't agree to marry your stupid son of the "old revolutionary" at that time, your family might still be discriminated against because of your father's landlord hat. Of course, this is no longer a problem. One time and one place, in the end, is a benefit. If, at that time, this person was in the same situation as you, would you marry him? Even if you are willing to do it for true love, your family will not agree. In the world of red dust, it's not true love! ”

The woman's face finally brightened. Said happily: "It turns out that he and I think the same!" Wow! I won't tell you, he's about to come out, I'm going to put on makeup, I'm going to show the most beautiful me in front of him! It's a must! The woman happily turned and entered the lounge behind the bar.

Alas--, is still obsessed. Seeing her reaction, he sighed in despair.

It seemed to be a few rooster crows, driven by a wisp of wind, which brushed the bell's arm clearly and sharply, and "snapped" the dark green curtain decorated with gems and rudely took away.

The sky was overcast, as if it was going to rain. The cool breeze blowing in through the window screen smelled of moss.

Zhong Sheng woke up, and when he looked down, he saw that the dark green diary had fallen to the ground, and a small piece of paper was scattered aside. Pick it up and take a look, "The Story of the Mountain Puppet": the mountain is high and the pine is hidden, the water is shallow and the moon is bright, the birch is swaying in the breeze, and the leaves are green and red in the deep autumn. Isn't that what it just was... He cracked his mouth, a little stunned. I felt some soreness in my arm, but my head hurt a lot. I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold, he thought worriedly.