In the lingering cigarette, I saw a layer of ripples on Nie Haoran's face, sweet and beautiful, and I could even see a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, I think it should be related to the person he mentioned, the long silence seemed that Nie Haoran fell into a memory again, at least that memory should be beautiful and worthy of his nostalgia, so that Nie Haoran was a little trance-like.

The sound of boiling water boiling tea on the stove brought Nie Haoran back to his senses, and he buried his head in me apologetically, it should be Dongying's etiquette and pushed a box of refreshments in front of me.

Nie Haoran lifted the kettle with a wet hand cloth, and calmly told me while cleaning the teacup, perhaps because of his yearning and pride in his ancestors, and the words his father said when he told him about the chest tattoo, which made Nie Haoran obsessed, this tattoo that had been passed down for several years and those two different numbers, made him vaguely feel that there should be some secret hidden in this tattoo.

For this reason, after Nie Haoran was admitted to Kyoto University, he majored in the history of the Central Plains, but his father told him not to reveal anything about tattoos to anyone, and Nie Haoran has always kept this secret.

During the big period, Nie Haoran devoted himself to studying the history of the ancestors at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, and gradually he found that the history seemed to have been deliberately tampered with, and the more he was like this, the more fascinated he became.

"Doing historical research is very boring, I spend almost every day in the classroom and the library, because the direction of the research is peculiar, and I can't ask the tutor for advice in order to keep the secret of tattoos, everything is studied by me." Nie Haoran said casually while intervening. "It was the New Year's Day, and according to Dongying's etiquette, I had to send greeting cards to the people around me on that day, but my roommates all went home because of the holiday, and I was the only one left in the school."

Nie Haoran said this and pushed the tea on the tea table to my side, motioning for me to taste it, I don't know if I was interested in his story, or Nie Haoran created a quiet and relaxing environment for me, I nodded politely, picked up a tea and listened to him while tasting it.

Nie Haoran selected the tea and put it in the teacup very calmly, with a happy smile on his face, and then said slowly, he may have been in the library for a long time, and it was a festival that day, and he was somewhat bored in the face of the empty library, so he wrote a greeting card casually, and then went to the center of the school square, and told himself that this greeting card would be given to the seventh girl who walked by him.

"The seventh one you met was the one you mentioned earlier?" I asked calmly.

"It's not." Nie Haoran smiled faintly and shook his head. "The seventh is a boy, she is the eighth, she was stunned when I handed the greeting card to her in the snowstorm, and then I saw the smile on her face, and even the spring breeze would melt her smile, and my heartstrings were plucked at that moment."

Listening to an old man who is more than half a year old tell about the past, especially the emotional memories make me feel a little emotional, I can imagine the scene when the two met on a snowy night, Nie Haoran smiled and said to me, the girl's name is Zhenyi, clear and bright pupils, curved willow eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, fair and flawless skin reveals a faint red powder, thin lips are delicate like rose petals.

Listening to Nie Haoran's description, I thought that the girl called Zhenyi must be very beautiful, which suddenly reminded me of the first time I saw Yun Duruo, and the impression she left on me was not so good, and I smiled faintly bitterly in my heart.

"And then?" I asked curiously.

Nie Haoran said calmly while pouring water into the teacup, there are very few people left in the school during the New Year's Festival, Zhenyi accepted his greeting card, Nie Haoran saw the book in Zhenyi's arms, it is estimated that he is also a bookworm who forgets to sleep and eat, and the two returned to the library together, that is the first time Nie Haoran did not calm down to study the topic in the library, but a whole night like us now.

Zhenyi is also studying the history of the Central Plains, and at the end of the conversation, Nie Haoran found out that the two were the same, but they each studied their own technical topics, and the two of them didn't know each other for a few years, and the two probably had a feeling of seeing each other late because they had a common hobby, but that night they were each chatting about some ordinary trivial matters, and the laughter of the two echoed in the quiet library.

It seems that everything is so beautiful, Nie Haoran didn't expect that the New Year's card sent on a whim would let him know Zhenyi, the two gradually met and interacted more and more, and when he found out that he was in love with this beautiful and kind girl, he saw the shy sweetness in Zhenyi's eyes, and they fell in love with each other.

This should be a beautiful story, for a while I almost forgot the reason for coming here, I will even be happy for Nie Haoran in my heart, it may be the happiest thing to find a beloved woman in my life, a faint smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, because I remembered Yun Duruo, and at that moment I realized that the person opposite was the most important person to me, and my smile immediately froze at the corner of my mouth.

The story that Nie Haoran told me is beautiful, and I would rather continue like this, but I believe that this story will not be so simple.

"You just said that the secret of discovering the tattoo was because you knew real clothes, could she be ......," I asked with a frown.

The tea has been brewed, Nie Haoran held the bowl with his left palm, held the bowl with five fingers in his right hand, straightened up and knelt on the ground and lifted the tea bowl, and sent it to me.

"After graduation, I really love Zhenyi, but my family is not wealthy, and I was worried that I would not be worthy of such a good girl as Zhenyi, but Zhenyi didn't care about this, saying that as long as I could be with me, there was nothing else to ask for, I mustered up the courage to borrow money everywhere, prepare the bride price, and follow Zhenyi back to her house to propose." Nie Haoran didn't answer me, but continued very calmly.

Nie Haoran told me that he had known Zhenyi for so long, and had never been to her house, let alone what her parents did, Zhenyi was kind, thrifty and understanding, and his gestures revealed the elegance that ordinary people did not have, Nie Haoran once thought that Zhenyi's family background was not ordinary, but it was not until he stood outside the huge and luxurious villa with Zhenyi that Nie Haoran was stunned and stunned.

The owner who can own such a house must be rich, Nie Haoran didn't expect Zhenyi's family background to be so surprising, standing at the door hesitating, after all, for Nie Haoran, who was poor at the time, he didn't dare to expect the owner of this house to marry his daughter to him.

Zhenyi pulled him and said, telling Nie Haoran that he hadn't told him because he didn't want the love between the two to be mixed with other factors, and Zhenyi said that her father loved her very much, and only she wanted her father to interfere with anything.

When Nie Haoran and Zhenyi entered the palatial villa, they found that all the windows here were covered by thick black curtains, and the whole room was depressingly gloomy, which was completely opposite to the brightness and sunshine of Zhenyi, Nie Haoran was a little surprised how a girl like Zhenyi could live in such a room.

"Mai took me to her father, and in that spacious room, when Mai opened the door, I saw a man in a red kimono with a majestic and grim expression sitting cross-legged inside." The smile on Nie Haoran's face gradually began to retract when he said this, and I saw a trace of anger in his expression. "The man doesn't look very old, and I was a little surprised when Mai called him father, and he stared at me with scrutinizing eyes, sharp and gloomy, as if there were never things or people that he trusted."

I didn't interrupt Nie Haoran's words, I gradually found myself a little fascinated by his story, and I couldn't wait to know what happened next.

I have finished drinking the tea in my hand, Nie Haoran respectfully stretched out his hands as always, took it back, and poured me another cup, although he was old, his hands were still steady, and he could see that Nie Haoran was an old man who was not easy to succumb.

Ahem, ahem......

He began to cough violently again, as seen in the emperor's mausoleum, his whole back was arched, and the tea in his hand was spilled on the tea table, Nie Haoran took out a white handkerchief and covered it to his mouth, it took a long time to calm down, the violent cough made his face not much color, and I saw a large patch of red blood in the handkerchief that he took away.

I frowned and looked at Nie Haoran with some surprise, he didn't seem to care at all, glanced at the blood-soaked handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth and took it back, and sincerely apologized to me while cleaning up the water stains on the table.

"Mai introduced me to her father, and it seemed that her father had always known about us, and didn't say anything, but rarely looked at me." Nie Haoran said breathlessly. "At that time, I thought that maybe I didn't deserve real clothes, so I sat with my head in a reserved position until I ......"

"Until what?" I saw that Nie Haoran wanted to speak and asked suspiciously.

"That man loves real clothes very much, the way he looks at real clothes is completely different from looking at me, I can feel that he is distrustful and even disdainful." Nie Haoran panted and clutched his chest and said to me. "That's how the man invited us to tea, and when I heard Mao introduce me to her father, the teacup in my hand fell to the ground in shock."

She ...... What is her father's name? ”

Nie Haoran slowly lowered the hand on his chest, and the whole person was stunned for a long time, licking the corners of his mouth and looking at me.

"I've always called her Mayi, and that's the day I learned Mayi's full name."

I looked at him with some curiosity on my frown, and asked again in an accentuated tone.

"What's it called?"

"Toyoshiro Mayo!"