He Lan stared at his figure closely, his footsteps were not even sound, wearing a white robe with gray hair, which was very eye-catching.

The man who was as light as the breeze came over with a small box and put it down.

Helan glanced at him and opened.

She couldn't help but widen her eyes, there was a cigarette roll in it, and it was much better than her roll, a little longer than a modern cigarette, and she didn't know what the cigarette holder was, it was hard and hard, like a modern cigarette.

couldn't help but doubt Ziliang's identity.

But when you think about it, it feels unlikely, this cigarette roll, as long as you are smarter, can roll it.

He Lan picked one up and put it in his mouth, but he didn't light it, "You suck it too?" ”

Ziliang sat on the other side of the table and didn't answer, just nodded.

This cigarette was very popular in the northern country, and it was not an unusual thing at all, and it was also something he had brought with him when he returned from there the other day.

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Inside the room, clouds of smoke rose.

Ziliang skimmed his face, and his silent eyes fell on the woman's face.

She lit a cigarette with a half-hanging face, her long eyelashes moved slightly, her eyes narrowed slightly, her white lips held the cigarette holder, her thin lips moved slightly, and a cloud of smoke spit out of her mouth, with a layer of mist in her eyes, bewitching, mysterious and enchanting, beautiful and charming.

Ziliang silently looked away.

He had to admit that he had seen too many women smoking rolls in the north, and only this one in front of him was the best-looking.

Looking at her smoking rolls, she is not disgusted at all, not disgusted by those women, but a little fresh and refined, especially the posture of holding the cigarette rolls, lazy, uninhibited and careless.

"Look at it again, it's time to collect the cashier."

The woman's playful words rang out unguarded.

Ziliang was a little embarrassed, but his face was not leaky, but he slowly moved away from the gaze that fell on her, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth was a little deep.

Helan tapped the box with his fingertips, "Where did you get this thing?" ”

"Northland." The refinement of his answers.

"Anything else?"

Ziliang looked sideways, his deep and deep eyes swayed at the calm lake water, "These are not enough?" ”

The candle flame blocked the sight of the two, and the woman seemed to smile.

I heard her say, "I want to buy some." ”

The man didn't answer again, just sat there quietly, the smoke wafting in front of him, he was very indifferent, and did not show a look of boredom.

After a moment of silence, he got up and walked out.

He Lan raised his eyebrows, didn't ask, took a puff of cigarette, and prepared to leave in a while.

Just as the cigarette bottomed out, Ziliang turned back again.

Holding a box larger than the table in his hand, he put it down.

He Lan didn't have to open it to know what was inside, but when he did, he was a little shocked.

In a large box, there were two partitions, and the distance between the partitions was exactly where one cigarette could be placed, and it was full of cigarette rolls, and I couldn't count how many.

He Lan smiled with satisfaction, "How much?" I'll bring it to you during the day. ”

Ziliang walked in front of her, she could smell a mint smell, and the man didn't squint, "I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

This box of cigarettes is not worth a lot of money.

Helan Nunu mouthed, still did not ask him, locked the box, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, got up with the box, and thanked him: "Thank you today." ”

Ziliang half-hung his head, his fingertips against his forehead, leaning in the chair and looking up at her, there was still no look in his eyes.

"Hmm."

He seemed to be too little to say, Helan thought.

After walking out of the door, Helan gradually disappeared into the night.

Suddenly, someone behind her asked her, "Your name is Helan?" ”

The woman stopped, her eyes were deep, and she nodded carelessly: "Yes, my name is Helan." ”