The wine has passed three rounds, and the dishes have passed five flavors.

There were fewer and fewer people at the dinner table, and it was getting darker. The dinner is over.

Jiang Rong, who was about to leave in advance, insisted until the end, and planned to help Director Miao and them clean up the table, sweep the floor and wash the dishes. As a result, he was pushed and shoved by several women to the yard.

"You've drunk a lot, this person has enough manpower, you go back to sleep quickly."

"Oh, it's almost eleven o'clock...... You can't go back alone, Lao Xiang went back ahead of schedule, Liang Zi, what about Lao Chu? ”

"I don't know, I was still here just now, did I go to the toilet? I'll give him a call......"

"Hey, don't fight!" Director Miao's sharp eyes suddenly found a little fire in the backlight of the courtyard, and pulled Jiang Rong and walked straight over.

"Aunt Miao, I'll just go back by myself, don't bother......"

The light in the courtyard was dim, and it was shady, and Jiang Rong couldn't see the road at all because of the black light, so he could only be staggered and led by Aunt Miao. didn't wait for the words to finish, only to feel that his arm was being touched, and the person directly crossed Aunt Miao and staggered out.

Jiang Rong's heart shrank suddenly, and he secretly screamed in his heart, "It's over!" ”

Just as she was about to close her eyes and prepare for the embrace of the earth, an arm passed naturally and smoothly through her armpit, hanging her firmly in place.

Familiar, yet unfamiliar...... The unique taste of the oil blended with wood notes.

mixed with a hint of tobacco......

Bang - bang - bang

The heart is going to crash out of the body.

Is it because of the thrill just now? Still is...... Because of him.

Director Miao was also taken aback, "Ouch, look at my recklessness!" Little Jiang, are you alright? ”

Jiang Rong was put on the quilt and stood up again, only then took a step back and pretended to be calm: "It's okay." ”

"It's okay." Director Miao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the man opposite who had already extinguished the cigarette in his other hand.

"Xiao Lu, you and Xiao Jiang are on the way. It's too late today, it's not safe for her to go back to a girl's house by herself, you are a little tired, send her home for Aunt Miao, okay? ”

"Aunt Miao! No need to bother, I ...... myself."

"Yes."

The voice was low and clear.

Through the cold and dark night, interrupted Jiang Rong's remaining words.

Fall to the heart. Loud and sound.

Exceptionally clear.

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Fortunately, although he has long legs, he is not very fast.

Jiang Rong was a step behind him, not in a hurry, just able to keep up.

The moonlight is thick, and the river is murmuring. There was silence and no one around, only his two figures, one large and one small, were stretched longer and longer.

The man was a stuffy gourd who "cherished words like gold", and Jiang Rong didn't point to the communication between the two on the way back. Not to mention that incident happened before.

She didn't want to say a word to him at all right now.

It's like the rolling shutter door that was pulled down, separating the two of them into two worlds.

Even if he was for her good.

Her life, which path she chooses, and what price she will pay for it are all her own business. There is no need for anyone to be "kind" to intervene.

Muffled walked behind, stepping on his shadow from time to time.

Jiang Rong didn't know what he thought, but a vicious revenge suddenly appeared in his heart, so he hurriedly took two steps to meet his pace.

"One-two-one, one-two-three-four-" shouted in his heart, stepping on his shadow step by step.

The man is straight and slender, with broad shoulders and a thin waist that others envy. Even if he just wore a simple gown, he still couldn't hide his good figure that he had cultivated through self-discipline all year round.

It's the first time I've walked behind him for so long.

It seems that no matter what time it is, his waist is always straight. Not just walking, standing or sitting, she never seemed to see him relax for a moment.

I can't help but think of having dinner at Grandma Wang's house today.

Even though everyone chatted more and more because of the drink, he obviously enjoyed the atmosphere, and even the usually hard face softened a lot.

But the sitting posture has not changed at all from beginning to end.

Walk like the wind, stand like a pine, and sit like a clock.

- Maybe before today, he walked like the wind......

Jiang Rong couldn't help but feel his heart beat a little fast, and his brows frowned slightly. staring at the extraordinarily tall back, I faintly reacted to some questions......