Ming Lou wanted to say something more, but when he saw Fang Mengwei looking at him intently, his expression was three points surprised, three points dazed, and as if he had been hit by something, a trace of fragility flashed in his eyes, but it was only for a moment.

Ming Lou thought that his headless words scared people. In the past, he suddenly recited poetry and changed his face, he was scolded by his eldest sister, and in the eyes of normal people, he would be regarded as hysteria if he didn't do it well. But in the meantime, his mind changed, and he realized that it had been revealed, and according to his temperament, it was all too much.

But he still kept his smile a little longer, and he couldn't help but seem more gentle.

Fang Mengwei immediately panicked, and suddenly, he vaguely sensed that something was not right.

The courage of the self-confession was lost at this moment, and he was so helpless that he just wanted to escape.

It feels strange and scary. Minglou's figure reflected the moonlight, and even his smile seemed to be stained with a bright brilliance...... One word popped up in his head - fallen.

Like a soldier who is trapped in the enemy's ranks, the enemy is surging, and he is held by something and cannot use his strength.

Fang Mengwei didn't understand why he had a feeling of being against the enemy, so was the enemy Minglou? It must not be, this situation and this scene, the closeness of the Ming Building...... What he clearly hoped for was not only obtained, but even better than expected.

So what is he afraid of?

"Don't laugh like that...... he said, his voice tense, "weird, not like you." ”

Ming Lou didn't expect him to say this, he was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what to say for a while, and after a short silence, he suddenly remembered another thing.

He took out the envelope again: "Meng Wei, where did you get this photo?" The implication is that the other party is identified, why there is this photo, and whether it is safe.

Fang Mengwei immediately understood what he meant, he wished that he would have something to say, and replied: "Don't worry, I asked for it from a foreign professor at Yan University, who said that it was your second brother's oil painting teacher when he was in France. ”

Ming Lou nodded: "That's good." ”

Fang Mengwei was afraid that if he said something more, he would not be able to parry, so he took advantage of this gap to break through, "That...... Rest and see you another day. He escaped without looking back.

Watching Fang Mengwei leave in a hurry, his back was tense, Minglou smiled, thinking that it was the fault of reciting the poem after all, and thought to himself, it was indeed a little nervous, and there would still be foreshadowing in the future.

That night, Ming Lou locked the door of the room, poured a glass of red wine, and leaned Mingcheng's photo vertically against the glass.

"Yours." As he spoke, he poured himself a glass and touched the glass, "This wine was given by someone else, you can taste it." After taking a sip, he immediately frowned slightly-the taste of the wine was sweet and sour, which was not what he loved.

Ming Lou put down his glass with little interest, "The person who sent the wine not only looks similar to you, but even the wine you send is your favorite taste." He pointed to the young man in the photo, and his tone was firm, "You did it on purpose." ”

Then he complained: "You know that I am picky, and if it weren't for your face, I wouldn't have looked at him at all." ”

This refers to Fang Mengwei.

But even if there is a face that can attract his attention, if that person is mediocre and vulgar, he will only find the face hateful and disgusted. If that person is good, but his character has a shadow of sincerity, even if it is just a little, it will make him think of others when he sees them, and it is inevitable to avoid them.

"It's obviously a similar face, how can it be completely different......" Ming Lou seemed to ask.

It's so different that it's impossible to confuse. But it was so vivid that it seemed to be in a different world from him—and he was naturally a passerby.

Ming Lou has always thought so.

Who knew that Fang Mengwei was stubbornly approaching, like a torch against the wind, he had to find a way.

"So...... Is that what you mean? Ming Lou stared at Ming Cheng in the photo.

"Seeing that I'm alone, I can't rest assured after all?"

In the photo, Ming Cheng smiled proudly, revealing an uninhibited look, as if he was sarcastic about his own affection, and as if he was playing riddles with him.

"Cunning." Ming Lou scolded lightly. was silent, reached out and touched Mingcheng's face on the photo, and called: "Ah Cheng......"

He never thought of him like he did tonight.

In the early morning of the next day, Ming Lou Lei couldn't move to work, and when he arrived at the office, he received the letter as usual, and soon found that a private letter had been opened again. Since he noticed the suspicion of his secretary Xiao Zhao not long ago, he has been paying close attention to observation, and he has become more and more convinced of his suspicions.

A few days later, one morning, Ming Lou calculated that Xiao Zhao was going to come in at nine o'clock to deliver the day's documents, deliberately put on a deep posture with his back to the door, picked up the phone on the desk and dialed a number.

"Stationmaster Wang, I drafted a few people on the list you mentioned last time, and I'll send it to you later." He spouted nonsense, his ears pricked up, and he kept an eye on the door—and sure enough, there were footsteps.

"Why is it that Qingdao Station is going to be deployed so soon, is the battle situation already so bad?" He feigned a sigh, and caught a glimpse of Xiao Zhao pushing the door, and he "discovered" him when he said that "it is better to ...... the retained personnel of Qingdao Station".

Ming Lou covered the microphone and asked sharply, "Why don't you knock on the door?" ”

Xiao Zhao's face was as usual: "Knocked, you didn't hear it." ”

"Next time knock until you hear it."

"Yes."

Xiao Zhao put down the documents and went out.

Ming Lou put the earpiece back to his ear and said apologetically: "Don't worry about what you said just now." ”

The person on the other end of the phone didn't speak until he said, "I know, it's okay." ”

The voice seems to be blocked by a lump of cotton, and there is no spirit, but it has a lovely nasal voice.

Minglou thought that he would ask long and short questions, but he waited but there was no follow-up.

"What, what's wrong with you?"

"No, I was on the night shift yesterday and didn't get enough sleep."

As if to prove it, Fang Mengwei yawned a little on the other end of the phone.

Ming Lou nodded, and said no more, "Then you are busy." ”

"Hmm."

The phone hangs up.

Listening to the busy sound coming from the microphone, Ming Lou paused for a while before putting down the earpiece. He could hear that something was wrong with Fang Mengwei, but he didn't think much about it.

Because he has thought it very clearly. Although the enthusiasm and admiration of young people are amazing, just like the golden yuan coupon at this time, one price a day, and if it is said to depreciate, it will be depreciated, but it is him, any decision is carefully thought out, and it will not be changed easily.

He had decided that the approach of the other party Meng Wei would no longer be rejected, and as for the other party, it would be better to let it be.

I thought that I would have to wait a few more days before there was any movement, but I didn't expect that at noon the next day, Xiao Zhao quietly left the office and walked out of the general manager alone.

Ming Lou looked down at him from the office window and left, calculated the time to drive downstairs, followed the rickshaw taken by the other party from a distance, and followed him all the way to the door of Jishilin Restaurant in Dong'an Market.

Affected by the depreciation of the Golden Yuan Coupon and the lack of materials in Beiping, the restaurant is no longer as lively as the afternoon market in the past, and people in and out can easily see it clearly.

Seeing that Xiao Zhao entered not long ago, another familiar face entered the restaurant, and Ming Lou pointed to the steering wheel with his fingers, and he knew it in his heart. He didn't bother anymore, started the car and drove north to the Chunming Foreign Bookstore, borrowed the phone to call the general secretariat, said that he had asked for leave.

The little girl who was watching the store had been secretly looking at him, and Ming Lou glanced around at the storefront where there were only books and no people, and asked her, "Business is not good?" ”

The little girl was suddenly accosted and replied nervously: "Yes, yes...... I can't eat, no one buys books......"

Ming Lou went to the bookshelf and pulled out a book, and handed it over along with a dollar bill.

"Classmate, settle the bill", Ming Lou deliberately threw out a smile, and the little girl blushed.

"I'm sorry for you to make a phone call again."

When Fang Mengwei received the transferred call, he still wondered when he had ordered a book in the bookstore, until he heard the voice of Ming Lou on the other end of the phone, and he realized that it was his trick again.

It seems that it is a private matter to make a phone call.

Yesterday's official business, today's private matter, Fang Mengwei couldn't help but smile on his face, but another force immediately emerged in his heart, suppressing this excitement.

He tried his best to control his tone: "You are looking for me? ”

"Busy in the afternoon?" Minglou sounded like he was in a good mood, "I'm going to Xiangshan, are you going together?" ”

"Xiang-" Fang Mengwei shouted suddenly, and the police officers next to him all looked at him, and he quickly swallowed the word "mountain" back.

"You go over there...... Something? ”

"It's nothing, just walk around." Ming Lou said lightly.

Just walk around...... What, what does it mean? Outing? And I ...... Together?

Fang Mengwei panicked, grabbed the phone in a daze and didn't know how to reply.

The thought of walking side by side with Minglou on the mountain road, this picture alone was enough to make his heart surge. But in the next second, the uneasiness struck again.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Minglou's smile appeared in front of him, and several days passed, Fang Mengwei still remembered the beautiful and dangerous complex feelings at that moment, and it was also from that time that he was scared, which he had never felt before.

He was like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, stunned, and he was only one step away from the abyss, but he couldn't help but want to take a step.

I didn't hear a reply for a long time, and Ming Lou asked over there: "How is it?" To come? ”

Fang Mengwei gritted his teeth: "No......" He wanted to say "no", but when the words came to his mouth, what came out was "No, not necessarily, maybe something." ”

Ming Lou was silent on the other end of the phone.

Fang Mengwei immediately hated himself. A few days ago, he was the one who said "to become an important person", and in the past two days, he is also the one who speaks neither salty nor light, what is this for? Do you want to resist and be capricious? How is that different from a liar who plays with people's hearts?

He didn't like people who dragged mud and water the most in his life, but he didn't expect that one day, he would behave like this......

Fang Mengwei spurned himself, but heard Minglou say: "It doesn't matter, if you are free in the afternoon and are willing to walk, come over." "I don't seem to care much about his rejection.

Although the phone hung up, Fang Mengwei's whole person became anxious, and anyone in the police station who had a heart could see that their deputy director was restless after his lunch break, and he called someone into the office for a while to ask "Is there a case?" and then ran out to ask "Are there enough patrol people?"

The police officer who was grabbed by him again was almost in tears, and dared to tell the truth: "Deputy Director Fang, this afternoon is really, really nothing special, we can handle it......"

"You mean, I'm not here anymore?" Fang Mengwei's slender fingers knocked on the table in annoyance, raised his eyes to look at the clock, and frowned - what clock, why is it almost two o'clock?

The police officer said respectfully: "Don't worry, it's okay to keep it." "But I thought in my heart, you are usually not there.

Fang Mengwei stood up: "Okay, keep an eye on it." ”

The police officer nodded yes, and before he could raise his head, he saw Fang Mengwei rushing out like a gust of wind.

Fang Mengwei hurriedly drove home, went upstairs, and went straight to knock on Mulan's door: "Mulan, have you been at home for so many days, are you bored, take you out?" ”

The door opened immediately, and Mulan looked surprised: "Little brother, you didn't lie to me!" You're going to take me out? Where to? ”

"Xiangshan."

Mulan's eyes lit up, and she immediately turned around excitedly and shouted into the room: "Xiaoyu, you are a coincidence, the little brother is going to take us to Xiangshan!" Didn't we just say we were going to Wat Pho? ”

It turned out that before Fang Mengwei came, Mulan and Xiaoyu were saying that they wanted to find a day to go to the Reclining Buddha Temple to pray for the blessings of the people of Beiping. And this ancient temple is near Xiangshan.

Originally, Fang Mengwei thought very well, since he felt uncomfortable going to the appointment alone, he happened to take Mulan with him, so that when he met Minglou again, Fang seemed natural and did not show his thoughts. But he forgot that since He Qicang and Liang Jinglun went to the United States, Xiaoyu was alone in Beiping, and often came to the house because of his relationship with his eldest brother.

Now he is completely reduced to a driver and an attendant.

One is a cousin and the other is a future sister-in-law, Fang Mengwei should have taken care of them, but it was different from the plan, which was inevitably depressing. It's just that today's autumn is crisp, the sun is just right, the two young ladies are difficult to travel, looking at this bright weather, they can't help but sweep away the gloom of the sky, talking and laughing all the way, but it seems that Fang Mengwei is silent and out of place.

"Little brother, hurry up, didn't you say you were coming? How can you go so slowly! Mulan walked ahead with Xiaoyu in her arms, and seeing that Fang Mengwei had been following slowly, she couldn't help but turn around and complain.

"We're here for an outing, not a race." Fang Mengwei dealt casually, his eyes looking around.

As soon as he went up the mountain, he couldn't help but pay attention, and was ready to meet Minglou at any time, who knew that the mountain had climbed more than half, and only saw a few citizens who went down the mountain after climbing, and Minglou didn't even have half a shadow.

Seeing that Mulan was unhappy by Fang Mengwei, Xiaoyu hurriedly said: "It's okay to slow down, when we reach the top, we can just enjoy the scenery at dusk." ”

This made Fang Mengwei a little embarrassed, and he quickened his pace to catch up with the two: "Miss He, I said it casually." It's better to hurry up, otherwise it's going to be dark when you go down the mountain. ”

Mulan Buyi: "Xiaoyu, look, I said that he didn't listen, so you have to say it." No, little brother, I'm going to punish you! ”

"Punish me? What is the penalty? ”

"Punish you for racing with us!" Mulan changed her face for a second, and with a smile, she pulled Xiaoyu up and ran towards the mountain.

"Hey, slow down!" Fang Mengwei was afraid that they would fall, so he hurriedly took three steps and two steps to catch up.

The three of them chased after me all the way along the mountain road, as if they had abandoned their identities and experiences, and temporarily became ordinary young people in their early twenties, with only vigorous energy and a lot of youth.

As soon as he reached the top, Fang Mengwei only felt suddenly enlightened, and his heart was suddenly happy. At this time, it is not yet October, the mountains are full of yellow cogs only red to the top of the tree, overlooking down like a cluster of fiery red clouds shrouded in the mountains and forests, under the golden halo of the sunset, even the air is full of clear romantic taste, beautiful to illusory.

It would be nice if Mr. Ming was also there......

Fang Mengwei had this thought coldly in his heart, and immediately regretted it. I should really promise in the afternoon, what can't I care about later? Or is it ...... Mr. Ming didn't necessarily listen to him, so he didn't come?

I can't think about it anymore, if I think about it again, I will be amorous, Fang Mengwei interrupted himself, turned his head to look at Mulan and Xiaoyu, and saw that the two of them looked fascinated by the beautiful scenery and relaxed, and felt that this trip was not in vain.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sky was not dark, the three of them went down the mountain, except for Fang Mengwei who felt regretful for missing the Ming Tower, Mulan and Xiaoyu were all happy, so they got in the car and went to the Reclining Buddha Temple.

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the temple, Xiaoyu said: "I used to come to the Temple of the Reclining Buddha with my father, and we also stayed in the temple for one night, and at night we could hear the sound of the iron horse under the eaves of the house hitting in the wind, which was very Zen. ”

Mulan has been in Peking for less than two years, and she has never been here, so she was interested, "Since it's so good, let's just stay for one night!" What do you say, little brother? When we go to France, we don't know when we will be able to go back to Beiping......"

Only listened to the first half, Fang Mengwei definitely didn't agree, but Mulan said that the return date was unpredictable, and he still had a stunned tone, so he couldn't bear to refuse.

The Reclining Buddha Temple is not big, it is built in the depression of Shou'an Mountain according to the mountain situation, as a thousand-year-old temple, it is very solemn and quiet.

Mulan and Xiaoyu went to ask for incense. Fang Mengwei found the monk in charge to explain the intention, the other party first agreed, and then his face was embarrassed, and he folded his hands and recited the sentence "Amitabha", saying that there were few pilgrims in the temple recently, and most of the rooms were piled up with sundries, and only two rooms were left to entertain guests.

Fang Mengwei hurriedly said that it didn't matter. thought to himself, as long as Mulan and the others have a place to live, they don't have to need a room, anyway, he is on night duty every three or five days, and he doesn't sleep.

The monk didn't seem to want anyone to suffer, so he thought for a moment and said, "If the donor doesn't mind, you can ask the male donor who lives in another room for permission, and you can squeeze in one room for two people." ”

"Squeeze it......" Fang Mengwei froze, he had never been in the habit of living with people, let alone two big men squeezing into one bed...... I can't even think about it.

"Thank you, Master, forget it." Fang Mengwei smiled reluctantly.

The monk shook his head seriously and said worriedly: "The donor doesn't know that the mountain is cold at night, and it is very easy to get sick from the cold. If you can ask for the benefactor's permission, it's best to spend the night together. ”

"There should always be other places to live nearby, I remember the Shuangqing side in the south......"

Fang Mengwei was still struggling, but he saw the monk turn to one side and point to a winding path leading to the pavilion at the top of the mountain behind the temple.

"Go, he's coming."

Fang Mengwei raised his eyes and looked in the direction he was pointing, only to see that on the mountain road not far away, a tall man was slowly descending through the dense forest, holding a book in his hand, quite leisurely.

"He is...... Staying in another room? Fang Mengwei's voice rippled unconsciously.

"Yes." The monk bows his head.

Fang Mengwei's gaze had already been glued to the man—watching him stop leisurely in front of a mountain flower, watching him take out his gold-wire glasses from his pocket and unfold them, and put the bridge of his nose on them, seeing his tall and stretched figure like a comfortable lion, and looking at the red leaves that seemed to be smuggled from the mountain on his shoulder—people could hardly take their eyes off it.

Fang Mengwei realized for the first time that Ming Lou was such a good-looking man.

He said ghostly, "Squeeze it...... Let's squeeze it. ”