Zhong Heng's father didn't come because of something, so the person who did the work for him became his third uncle Zhong Yubai. Maybe it was also because his father was not there, Zhong Heng's face did not have the slightest pleasure.

Putting it in his shoes, it wasn't destined to be a pleasant birthday party. She understands the pain of being a child in this kind of crack, Ji Zhentang sat at the dining table with her cheeks and waited for a while, and the bag Zhong Heng took had nowhere to put it, so she put it on her lap.

Ji Zhentang heard him talk about the Zhong family's intricate relationship network, but he couldn't figure out the specifics.

I only know that the character of Zhong Yubai is the son of Zhong Heng's grandfather, not Zhong Heng's uncle, according to the clan concept, it should be called Uncle Tang.

Uncle Cousin came to preside over his birthday, thinking about it, it was a little subtle.

Just thinking of this, Zhong Yubai entered the door.

Chi Ying got up, Zhong Heng also hurriedly got up, Ji Zhentang didn't see anyone clearly, but he also stood up knowingly.

Chi Ying greeted him with a smile: "Don't you say anything in advance when you come back today?" I'm going to get some more food. ”

Zhong Yubai walked inside and simply said four words: "I'm not elegant." ”

He took off his suit and tie and changed into a clean and soft shirt, the color of which had a kind of white marble warmth, and like warm frost and snow.

The line of sight collided with Ji Zhentang's peeping, and Zhong Yubai bowed his head shallowly.

made her suddenly a little embarrassed, and the corners of her mouth were about to make a light smile, but the other party's eyes had been lightly removed, missing her opportunity to show her favor.

Gentle, but distant.

Zhong Heng wanted to give up his seat.

But the man on the other end had already pulled away a stool and sat down at random on the side of the round table. didn't receive Zhong Heng's humble signal, or rather, he didn't care, but he quickly saw through Zhong Heng's hesitation, and said lightly: "What is restrained, just sit." ”

As a result, this position is vacant, and it must be reserved for the birthday star.

Zhong Heng looked at Ji Zhentang and whispered: "You sit next to me." ”

Ji Zhentang had nowhere else to go, she sat down with Zhong Heng.

While the others were serving, he suddenly leaned over and whispered: "That's my third uncle, don't mess with anyone you provoke, I can't afford it." ”

Ji Zhentang asked: "Why can't you mess with it again?" Didn't you say that everyone in your family is easy to talk to? ”

"He's not the same as my stepmother, Chi Ying is just cheap." Zhong Heng glanced at Zhong Yubai, leaned closer to her, and whispered: "He is a mafia, he will kill." ”

Ji Zhentang looked surprised: "Wow, so cool!" One shot at a time? ”

Zhong Heng was dumbfounded: "...... You're sick. ”

He didn't bother to say more, and stole a plate of cold dishes for her, as if he was feeding a child, in order to gagged her. But she didn't move.

The next guests to arrive, close and close, all had to take a look at the faces of their parents, and it didn't take long for Zhong Heng to be full of gifts.

Ji Zhentang looked around the Chinese restaurant and saw a jade-white statue of Guanyin in the dark compartment in the corner, lined with a green tree behind the high knots. She looks at the green leaves and also at the goddess of mercy.

The compassionate and serene Guanyin statue is on the man's shoulder, flickering in her field of vision with his movements.

She stopped looking at things, but at people.

He sat quietly in the swirling green smoke, unfazed.

There are no words, but it has an aura of deterrence, which is respectable and fearful.

A man was smoking a cigarette on the table, Zhong Yubai glanced over and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

The man received the signal and playfully threw away the cigarette butt.

After three rounds of drinking, Zhong Heng was overwhelmed, and a flush appeared on his white cheeks.

From time to time, Chi Ying's voice was heard in her ears, and she was tempting and planning for his career, and she said a lot, but Zhong Heng was silent and too lazy to talk.

Until Chi Ying suddenly said: "Ah Heng has also reached the age of starting a family, have you ever considered marriage with Xiaotang?" ”

Although she was called by her nickname, Ji Zhentang listened to this sentence but it was meaningful, and there was a sense of watching the excitement in it.

Ji Zhentang cautiously raised his eyes, looked at Chi Ying, and then looked at Zhong Heng's half-blue expression, and said, "Are you really worried about my marriage, or do you want to see jokes?" ”

"Of course I care about you, who would want to see their own son's jokes."

Zhong Heng's voice was raised: "Who is your son?" Does it matter who I marry? ”

Zhong Heng is a person who is not very good at hiding his temper, and he drank some wine today, and Chi Ying's provocative words are too clear.

The atmosphere of the scene suddenly became stiff.

Chi Sakura let him rush and sneered, "Ouch, I thought you guys were about to have something good." ”

Zhong Heng said: "Where did you hear the bad news? ”

Ji Zhentang's heart sank.

He continued: "Don't worry, I don't think I'm accurate, and I will never look for ambitious women, such as some people who are from a broken family and want to use their children to climb high branches." ”

Chi Sakura's expression couldn't hold back: "It's not nice for you to talk like this, right?" ”

Zhong Heng turned a deaf ear and sneered: "Do you think I can't hear all the calculations in your heart? Marrying a family background is not as good as you, seeing that my marriage is criticized, how agreeable are you? But alas, I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for this day. Xiaotang and I are very free in our relationship, and I have no plans to get married at the moment, and I will be-"

Immediately afterward, his words of struggling with Ikezakura were interrupted by a call.

"Zhong Heng."

The extremely low-frequency Hertz is even more oppressive than when I greeted her just now. Like the ancient clock in the morning mist, the cold moon in the deep well, the chill that makes people feel terrible, spread out on the dining table.

Everyone couldn't help but tilt their heads to look.

Ji Zhentang lowered his head and sipped his cup, but he was not drinking water, feeling that his palms were burning and sweating a lot.

Zhong Yubai said lightly: "Come and add tea." ”

“……”

Giving such an order in front of all relatives and making him do the work of the subordinates is like not showing him mercy.

Zhong Heng still had a little backbone, didn't move, and shouted: "Little peach!" ”

Zhong Yubai raised his wrist slightly.

Seeing this, Xiao Tao, who had just taken a step, didn't dare to go any further.

After a while, Zhong Heng had to push the chair and get up, although he was a little reluctant, walked up to his third uncle, picked up the handle of the teapot, and poured tea into a bell cup on the table.

Pour a little and glance at him.

Zhong Yubai didn't speak, Zhong Heng's heart kept hanging, and in the end, he didn't pay attention to the tea when it was full, so he patronized and aimed at people.

The boiling hot water overflowed, and the tea spout was already skewed a little, and it was quickly poured straight onto the cuffs of Zhong Yubai's shirt.

“……”

After three or four seconds, Zhong Heng realized that he was "lying down" in a low voice, quickly put down the teapot, and asked Xiao Tao for paper.

Looking at the scorching smoke, Ji Zhentang couldn't help but feel his heart.

Zhong Yubai, who was poured hot water on him, was unmoved, and there was a kind of indifference that had nothing to do with himself. After a while, he slowly picked up a white handkerchief in his hand, put it on his wrist, and slowly soaked the water.

Zhong Yubai said: "If you really don't understand the rules, go to the side and let Xiao Tao teach you etiquette." ”

He didn't look at Zhong Heng, but he was talking to him.

The voice was calm, without the slightest threat, and after putting aside the handkerchief soaked in warm tea, seeing that Zhong Heng did not move, he said, "Go out now." ”

The number of rituals that Zhong Yubai said, in addition to the number of rituals for pouring tea, naturally also includes the number of rituals for words and deeds.

Zhong Heng looked at the paper towel handed over by Xiao Tao, he didn't pick it up, he didn't pick it up, and after a while, he said a little discouraged: "Okay, I'll shut up." ”

Zhong Yubai raised his chin at Zhong Heng's cup, meaning: Take away his wine.

Xiao Tao obeyed the orders of the past to do things.

The rain outside is getting lighter.

Birds streaked across the night sky, chirping loudly at the dead table.

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When Ji Zhentang left, the ground was damp. Coming out of the warm building, his face was still steaming, soaked in a thin layer of rain, and his body temperature quickly cooled down.

After wandering around his labyrinthine home for a while, two minutes later, she received a message from Zhong Heng.

Zhong Heng: Are you going back?

Zhong Heng: Wait, I'll find someone to send you.

Ji Zhentang: No need.

Zhong Heng: You can stay here tonight, don't go.

She was in no mood to reply, so she put her phone in her pocket.

Angry? Yes.

But more often than not, I think it's ridiculous. It's a good one to kill two birds with one stone, it's really powerful, Young Master Zhong.

She won't marry, he doesn't want to. Even if you know each other, it's not the same thing when you talk about it. What's more, in front of his family, it's capitalized and bold to look down on.

Ji Zhentang couldn't calm down, and his heart was still uncomfortable.

The yard was too big, and he hadn't reached the gate after walking for a long time, Ji Zhentang lowered his head to avoid the puddle, covering the water on his forehead with his hands, afraid of flowing into his eyes. The pond reflects the light and shadow of the bungalows, and the light and shadow sway.

Soon, there was a sudden sound of rain on the umbrella overhead.

The rain that fell on her cheeks suddenly stopped.

Ji Zhentang turned around in surprise.

His elbow almost grazed the man behind him, and the rain brought them closer to the same umbrella. In order to see his face clearly, Ji Zhentang had to take a small step back and look up at this backlit face.

The man was tall and shrouded her in the darkness of the night, holding the handle of the umbrella, revealing a piece of his wrist bone. The temperament is outstanding, the eyes are warm, and the demeanor is clear. It may be that the strange atmosphere on the table made his mood at the moment a little cold.

But she looked at each other for a moment, and the coldness in her emotions subsided again, leaving only the modest tone in her bones, warm and elegant.

"Uncle."

Zhong Yubai said: "The rain will fall for a while, give you a ride." ”

Ji Zhentang glanced at the time on his mobile phone and was slightly entangled.

"Jialing." He had already turned around and called someone.

The young special assistant held the umbrella and came belatedly: "It's coming, it's coming." ”

Ding Jialing got the order and stretched out his hand to open the door for Ji Zhentang: "This young lady, please come in." ”

She smiled and accepted the kindness: "Then I have to thank you, thank you." ”

There was a faint woody fragrance in the car, and the atmosphere was very comfortable, and Ji Zhentang was a little restrained at this time. Zhong Yubai sat down calmly, and on her side, the carriage was very spacious, and a very suitable social distance was maintained between the two.

Ding Jialing asked, "Where?" ”

Ji Zhentang said: "Do you recognize the alley of Qingyunfang? ”

Ding Jialing scratched his head, as if he didn't understand.

Zhong Yubai sat in the shadows and opened his mouth: "Rain Lantern Street, the road in the old city." ”

"Have you been?" She was surprised.

"I passed by a few times and the scenery was good," he said. ”

In front of her eyes, she saw slippery and damp green brick roads and alleys with broken brick walls. "Great view" is nothing short of an almost exaggerated compliment.

The car drove down the hill.

Ji Zhentang thought in her heart that she might not have a second chance to ride in such a car in this life, she wanted to wait and see, but she was afraid of showing timidity, she sat upright, her hand on the skirt of the plain long skirt.

The displeasure just now was diluted by this novelty.

Zhong Yubai's voice dropped a few degrees softly, a little to appease her, and said softly: "He is very young, he still has childishness, and his light mouth and thin tongue are not a day or two. ”

She was noncommittal, smiled lightly, and changed the topic: "Then do you think I am childish?" ”

Zhong Yubai said: "Your childishness is very dexterous, and his childishness is very dull." ”

In a section of the road without street lights, in the lonely carriage, Ji Zhentang's smile unconsciously deepened.

Zhong Yubai asked, "Studying at Qingdao University?" ”

She nodded, "Sophomore." ”

"What major?"

Ji Zhentang was about to tell him, but after a little hesitation, he sold a pass: "What do you think I look like learning?" ”

Zhong Yubai glanced at her, but it was not the intention of looking, it was a firm judgment: "Art." ”

After that, he added: "Film or art." ”

Ji Zhentang was surprised: "How can you see it?" ”

He said: "Temperament. ”

She was stunned and didn't answer, which was a tacit acquiescence.

Then he asked him, "Then what do you do?" ”

Zhong Yubai smiled and asked her, "Guess?" ”

Ji Zhentang casually pondered an answer: "Professor? ”

Zhong Yubai said: "Is there any other possibility? ”

It seems that she guessed wrong.

Ji Zhentang thought for a while and replied: "Politicians, it's still the kind of family hereditary. "What she wants to express is that she has been an official for generations.

"How so," he asked. ”

"Momentum."

The moment the neon shards spilled in, she saw his expression and seemed to smile.

What did you mean wrong?

Zhong Yubai was about to speak.

Ji Zhentang hurriedly said: "I'll think about it again, I can guess it, don't give me a hint!" ”

He was silent, and she was allowed to guess.

In front of him, the car drove to Qingyunfang, Lane 524, Yudeng Street.

Ahead is a three-way intersection with tall trees in sight. The begonias are in full bloom. Ji Zhentang was still meditating, looking out the window, he suddenly realized that the scenery was familiar: "Ah, this is it." ”

The brakes are depressed and the engine goes out.

After a moment of silence, Zhong Yubai said, "Next time we meet, tell me the correct answer." ”

The tone that seems to be making an agreement with a child.

She smiled slowly, "Okay. ”

When Ji Zhentang got out of the car, he heard the door on the other end close with her.

The man got out of the car and stood in front of it.

He didn't seem to have any intention of going with her, but he thought it would be polite to stand in front of the car and watch her leave.

The rain became finer, and Zhong Yubai stayed for a short time, so he did not take out his coat. He stood in the light rain wearing only that thin shirt, his posture stretched, and his demeanor and appearance were not compatible with this dilapidated hundred-year-old alley.

Ji Zhentang didn't leave for a while, and looked at him again and again.

Zhong Yubai was the first to ask, "Are you happier?" ”

She whispered, "A little." ”

As he spoke, he leaned slightly, looking as level as he could, so as not to make her struggling.

"Not at all."

Ji Zhentang felt a slight heat on her face, and she said, "Bye-bye." ”

The corners of Zhong Yubai's mouth hooked a shallow arc and his chin headed. His voice was calm and indifferent.

"We'll see you soon."

Ji Zhentang walked forward, stepped on the wet puddle, and walked into the long alley.

At the end of the long alley, the plaque of Luotang hangs under the beams of blue bricks and tiles. He faintly read the words, this is a cloth shop.

The window is precommed with a faint and fluttering rain lamp. Under the lamp, the distant mountains are like a bright crescent moon, lined with a pair of foreign eyebrows and eyes, such a combination is either awkward to the extreme, or beautiful to the extreme. She belongs to the latter group and is one in a million touching.

When she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and looked back, as if to peek to see if he was still watching.

Ji Zhentang looked at the intersection, smiled softly, and waved goodbye to him.

Her skirt is light and plain, and the texture of the petals at the neckline is reflected. The back image is a touch of light dust, and it escapes into the vast smoke and rain.

The pair of pretty and vivid light-colored pupils seemed to be rubbed into the drizzle, and fell into the Jiangnan penned by this literati and ink writer. Circles and dots, exciting.