……

Under her cranky thoughts, her sore eyes calmed down, and she played expressionlessly, with only notes left in her head......

Nangong Jing stared at her with such a rational gaze with complex eyes, like love and sadness......

Mo Zixuan picked up the wine glass a little dejectedly, and had to admit that Nangong Jing's voice was excellent, and he invested all his feelings, and his voice was touching, which made him can't help but think of his Cinderella.

I don't know, is she doing well? Will it still be the same as before?

Thinking of this, his obsidian-like eyes skimmed a touch of sentimentality, in fact, he had been looking for Yang Feixue for many years, but he had been looking for it in Yancheng.

Because he felt that she loved her mother so much, he would be reluctant to leave the city, and whenever he could, he would go back there to see it.

Sometimes, I would go to her second uncle for a drink and chat, but every time I went back, I got the same answer, and since she left, she never went back.

Her mother's grave was covered with grass, and every time he returned, he would pay homage and pull the grass from the grave.

When too many disappointments are accumulated, gradually ...... He didn't dare to hold out hope, and later, in order to develop, the Mi family set a family affair for him.

At first, he didn't agree, Mi Xiaole said that her name was Li Duxue, and her nickname was also "Xue'er", and persuaded him to meet him once, maybe it was because he loved Wu and Wu, even if it was just for a nickname......

When I first met the girl named Li Duxue, she was very shy, her little face was always red, and her big eyes were particularly smart, like two dark purple black grapes, and she called him "Brother Xuan".

made him suddenly remember, his Cinderella, she always called him like this, every scene when he was a child would come to his mind, and a "Brother Xuan......" made him unbearable to refuse, and acquiesced to this family business.

For the girl named Li Duxue, he can't talk about liking or hating, he thinks, if he can't find his Cinderella, no matter who he has with in the second half of his life, it will actually be the same......

The warm applause brought him back to his senses, only to see Jian Junxi walking down from the stage with a cold expression, Nangong Jing dropped the microphone, walked behind her sullenly, and saw her go straight in the direction of Mo Zixuan.

His heart was like countless sharp swords piercing fiercely, even breathing felt very painful, his dark eyes were full of pain, and he shouted angrily at the waiter: "Get me another bottle of ......"

"Okay, sir......" The waiter smiled and nodded, and his heart blossomed, because the commission was high tonight......

"Zixuan, are you still drinking?" Jian Junxi walked up to Mo Zixuan and asked angrily, his eyes hinting impatiently.

Mo Zixuan glanced at her, then at Nangong Jing behind her, and replied with a faint expression: "Don't drink it, it's too late, go back!" ”

"Good ......", she turned and left, without looking back, and strode to the door first.

It could be seen that she was very angry, Mo Zixuan sighed lightly, and asked Nangong Jing, "Jing Shao, aren't you leaving?" ”

He looked at Jian Junxi's back leaving, his big hand subconsciously clenched into a fist, sat down expressionlessly, and replied angrily: "No, you can go first......"

"Okay, goodbye......" Mo Zixuan raised his eyebrows, and after speaking, he kept up with Jian Junxi's pace.

After the waiter brought the wine over, Nangong Jing opened it and began to drink it, feeling an indescribable depression and sadness in his heart, this is the first time he has been drunk for more than 20 years since he was a child......

(End of chapter)