The boy turned his head.

Qiao An was still confused, only looking at him with half-open eyes, and called out the little brother's voice soft and drunk, like a feather tapping the root of the ear, tickling.

The young man looked at her for a while, and finally stretched out his hand and broke her fingers little by little, went to the balcony, looked at the night high in the sky, and smoked a few cigarettes in the cold wind to calm down for a while.

After smoking, when the boy returned, he saw that Joan was already asleep.

Her sleeping face was beautiful, quiet and well-behaved, unguarded, her long curly eyelashes cast a shadow under the illumination of the bedside lamp, and her cheeks were slightly red from drinking.

She seemed a little uncomfortable, frowned, turned over, and moved her little cotton white dress up a little, revealing her slender white legs.

The young man immediately turned his eyes and wanted to leave, but after taking three steps, he remembered that the woman was sleeping without a quilt.

He stood there for a moment, then turned around as if resigned, pulled Joan's skirt and covered it with the quilt.

He paused again when he turned off the bedside lamp.

He took a serious look at Joan, turned off the light, turned around, and opened the door quietly, and at a glance saw the man leaning against the wall outside the house.

The man's right cheek had obvious marks of being scratched by a woman's fingernails, but it did not affect his charm in the slightest, he played with a cigarette in his hand, and in the middle of his left hand he wore the same men's wedding ring as a woman, and the smell on his body made him feel dangerous.

The man was not at all surprised when he saw him come out.

The boy paused, and closed the door quietly.

There was a "click" and the lock closed.

The man stood up.

The boy instantly raised his vigilance.

But I saw the man put the cigarette to his lips, took out the cigarette case again, opened it, handed him one, and said, "Smoke a cigarette with me?" ”

The tone was very calm.

The boy took the cigarette and passed it over the tip of his nose for a moment, but he didn't smell anything strange before holding it to his lips.

The first generation didn't see it, but stepped forward to open the door of room 1314 and said, "Come in, you will be beaten by the cleaner if you smoke in the corridor, and the one on duty tonight is still a female cleaner." ”

The boy followed.

At a glance, I saw that the room was covered with flower petals, half-burned candles, and a faint warm light, and the atmosphere was ambiguous.

The first zero took more than half of the remaining red wine and two new goblets, walked to the balcony, placed them on the table on the balcony, and then looked at the boy.

The boy walked over.

The first generation began to light a cigarette for the two of them, and the two leaned on the balcony railing, looked at the beautiful scenery outside the balcony, and smoked a whole cigarette wordlessly, without saying a word.

The first generation pressed zero to extinguish the smoke, and after spitting out the last trace of smoke, he began to pour wine, he said: "Your Highness is a shallow drinker, almost a glass of pouring, and she can't drink much wine." ”

After speaking, he handed a glass of wine to the young man and said, "I specially asked for this wine from a friend a few days ago, and it can't be wasted." ”

The young man didn't answer, only pressed out the cigarette, looked at the first generation of zero, and said, "If you have something to say, you can say it directly." ”

The first generation smiled, didn't speak, only pushed the wine in front of the young man, poured another glass of wine, shook it gently, and asked seriously after half a sound: "I don't know your name yet." ”

The boy didn't answer.

The first generation of Zero waited for a while, but was not annoyed, but said: "It's my negligence, I didn't introduce myself, I rashly asked your name, it's really presumptuous." ”

The corners of his mouth were smiling, the arc was just right, full of etiquette, he stretched out his hand, his eyes stared at the young man, extremely carefully, as if he didn't want to miss the slightest movement on the young man's face.

"Hello, my name is the first generation of Zero."