The lamp at the mouth of the alley lit up in the dim evening.

Lay down a pile of snow under the pear blossoms.

The stone steps in front of the heavy door wall ushered in the send-off, and the seats were full of friends.

The soft snow has been pressed for a long time, and it has become a solid thin ice.

The stone wall is engraved with the words of the cultural relics protection unit, and there are people standing under the words refusing to visit.

Jing Luoyu passed under the porch.

Wind and rain eaves, outside the inkstone pond, branches and branches bloom with cold plums.

Gentle in the snow, bright and beautiful at the water's edge.

On his collar, he rubbed the plain plum fragrance.

The light and shadow are deepening, and the pool edge in the southeast corner.

There are people standing in twos and threes, dressed in extraordinary clothes.

When they saw him, they all smiled and greeted him.

"Xiao Yu is back."

"Jing Shao."

"Fourth brother."

"Long time no see."

He glanced at them, idly responded, stepped onto the mossy slate, and walked back to the antechamber.

Zhong Shijin ordered sandalwood on the incense case.

She shook her hand to extinguish the fire, and the white smoke was blown by the wind to the light moon and stars.

Footsteps are heard.

She peeked out of the pavilion, dipped her hands in water, and washed them.

"Why do you have time to come and see me today?"

Zhong Shijin wears a gray robe of crepe with a pattern of banana leaves hanging in snow, fine bamboo, and moire.

The banana wind rests, and it doesn't rain or whistle, which makes her noble and calm.

She raised her eyes to look at Jing Luoyu, feigning anger, but with a smile on the corner of her lips: "Why don't you even know the name of a mother." ”

I ate blandly today, and the bottom of the pot was a medicinal meal.

The ingredients and the meat are gathered in a circle.

It's a copper pot of mutton shabu, and it's steaming.

Guests come in through the door rubbing their hands, take off their woolen clothes, and hang them on hangers.

They were used to talking at the wine table, and they smiled to ease the relationship between the two mothers and sons.

"I heard that Xiao Yu only came back from England a few days ago, and I came to see you today. I also let people go to the car to move so much good wine, why are you still not satisfied? ”

Zhong Shijin pulled the rattan chair and said with a smile; "He's avoiding me, who hasn't eaten at eight or nine o'clock in the evening and is waiting for him. It's a burden to you, so I'll play a few more rounds of mahjong with me and wait for him. ”

"It should be, it should be, I came to Beijing from Shaanxi back then, thanks to the help of Mr. Zhong."

"Yes, now it's also fun to invite finch friends."

Seven or eight guests were seated.

Zhong Shijin was in the main position, and ordered someone to pour wine syrup on them.

Jing Luoyu didn't have the heart to participate in those false rituals.

Rich and cold gray.

If you make a mistake, these people will never come again.

He was too lazy to greet him, and he wasn't interested in enjoying anyone's attachment.

He stood by the water, smoking under the porch.

The cuffs were slightly pulled, revealing the knobular wrist bones, and the rugged green tendons were faintly scratched.

- It's like when I was picking up snow to find spring, I was scratched by a kitten.

But he didn't mean anything to hide.

It's just the owner of the scratch and doesn't stand on his side.

Tonight, Jiang Diezhen didn't choose him.

Zhong Shijin saw that his son did not accompany her to eat, and his eyebrows were hanging on his face.

Her gaze lit up with the spark in the courtyard.

She had just prepared the sesame sauce, and she didn't know the taste of it, and she had a little meaning to stop.

The silhouette of a young man is reflected in the dim and dreaded door of the hanging flowers.

He stood idly, shadowy, but lonely and stunningly illusory, stunningly beautiful.

On the side, there are disciples in a big courtyard about the same size as Jing Luoyu.

is also his friend, He Jiaxin.

He Jiaxin grabbed his hair, poured wine respectfully, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Auntie, don't be angry, the fourth brother is also afraid that you will urge you to marry——"

"How can I rush him? I'm just worried about his grandfather's illness and hope to have someone to accompany him to relieve his boredom. ”

"I know, don't be angry, fate is uncertain. Have you also heard the rumor that the fourth brother spent the night with someone a few days ago and dismissed everyone. ”

"I've heard a little."

Zhong Shijin is in the sandalwood seclusion, and his eyebrows have a bit of compassion and Zen softness.

But she didn't smile: "Last year, under the eaves pillar of the West Chamber, there were swallows that nested and made nests. Even the birds and finches know that the place where they rely on the bell to eat is convenient for foraging, not to mention people. ”

"Maybe this time it's sincere, you see that Xiaoyu has been stable since he was a child, and he is almost not related to Fengyue."

An older woman wrapped in a mink shawl said with a smile.

"When he gets tired of playing, he naturally knows to be focused, but his grandfather can't afford to wait."

Zhong Shijin's voice changed slightly, but he did not avoid juniors.

"Listening to Jing Yanhong, before the change of office, you want to build and develop a city landmark on the side of Longhu, you have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, are you here to explore the wind?"

The Jing family is too peaceful, and so is the Zhong family.

Guests naturally come from all directions, and they want to get shelter by taking advantage of the banner of Zhonggong peach and plum all over the world.

Sitting in the guest seat, the man in the Tang costume was broken out of his mind and did not say anything.

He bypassed the white marble table and chairs, smiled and punished himself for a few cups, and opened his mouth not to talk about the project, but only to get married: "Did you see the photos of your school-age girls before, I photocopied a few today." ”

"This little girl, in the National Center for the Performing Arts, performing the opera "La Traviata", she is destined to let Jing Gongzi meet her."

As soon as the words fell.

Jing Luoyu lifted the wind curtain, snuffed out the cigarette butt with her slender fingers, stepped over the threshold, and came in from the outside.

The shoulder collar of the suit was covered with a thin layer of coldness, like frost in the light.

At a glance, he caught a glimpse of the photo He Jiaxin was holding in his hand.

Delicate woman with long chestnut hair and slightly curly.

She is wearing Shujiang silk in the Ming Dynasty, and the fan surface is an ancient diamond-shaped pattern.

is very beautiful, and she is still the daughter of a certain main hall, which makes Zhong Shijin very satisfied.

But Jing Luoyu's eyelids lifted slightly, his tone was light, and he said lightly: "It's nondescript." ”

He Jiaxin on the side, his eyebrows jumped, and he suddenly thought that this beauty had seen it in the wine bureau before.

It's not that plain.

That day, she was wearing a slit long skirt and wanted to rub against Jing Luoyu.

The girl was drunk that day.

He Jiaxin took a handle and touched the sweet and fragrant nephrite.

The girl hurriedly broke free from him, leaned over to find it, Jing Luoyu's cold eyebrows.

"Don't touch me, I'm going to find him!"

He Jiaxin tilted his head, raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "Sister, you're not right." The fourth brother doesn't like to smell alcohol on a woman's body the most, you use this trick, it's vulgar. ”

The Lady of the Camellias did not cry when Armand left her.

But because Jing Luoyu didn't give her a look.

Crying in the drinking room.

Jing Luoyu not only doesn't like women to drink.

is even more a sentence, which can make their circle of gentlemen be small and low, and take his words as holy decrees.

The fairy wind blows down the incense of the royal furnace.

With his hand, he can throw tens of millions of hairs at them.

Who doesn't make him the nucleus of the community to worship?

The man was around.

They are also frightened when they speak loudly with meat jokes, and it is rare to even choose a concubine in the wine and buoyancy.

The ripples in He Jiaxin's heart expanded.

I heard that last night, Jing Luoyu spent the night with a woman.

It is also rumored that the woman, after being drunk, used love drugs to play tricks.

There is actually a woman who is so dangerous and uses this kind of subterfuge to seduce Jing Luoyu?

Acquaintances, who would dare to do this.

There was a stir-up between their group of big courtyard disciples.

Someone else flew back from Los Angeles to see the woman.

A group of men are still teasing in the group.

I don't know who Jing Luoyu slept with, in case that stunning beauty ran with the ball.

They must take good care of the crown prince.

Fight for it, even if you die, you can get the name of "Qingshan has hard work and buried loyal bones".

And the unjust He Jiaxin.

He was sent by the dead friends of their compound to his aunt Zhong Shijin to find out.

He Jiaxin has a confidential mission.

——It is to find out what kind of woman this noble son likes.

A group of men calling for wind and rain outside, making it seem like an underground party.

A few of them were in the bar, waiting for him to report on the situation.

And he supported himself with a white blade and killed people in the red dust.

I took a lesson from my aunt in vain, but I still don't know which of their fourth brothers has been favored.

The "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace" played in the West Wing stopped.

The dinner was over.

The courtyard was quiet after the snow.

Jing Luoyu leisurely moved a chair and accompanied the guests in the little smoke, watching the tea fall into the water.

The tea boiled today is Yunnan Red.

The buds are strong and the leaves are fat, the strips are dense, and a penny sweet leaf is added to the tea soup, which is the boiling method that Zhong Shijin likes.

The aftertaste is long and slightly sweet.

Zhong Shijin opened his eyes half-blindly, chatting with three or four men and women, and the few rounds of loose cards played in the afternoon.

Several people used gambling as a metaphor to talk openly and honestly about the development of the land in Longhu.

As soon as the conversation changed, they went around to being a matchmaker for Jing Luoyu, talking about the girl who was in the good years of marriage.

Zhong Shijin's words are all about letting Jing Luoyu have time to meet the marriage partner.

Don't provoke the heart to set the fire and extinguish yourself.

"I don't quite know what type he likes. No more than his brother, who has been in the women's pile since he was a child. ”

"Yes, the fourth brother is in middle school in the UK and has never been in love. At that time, the children in the neighborhood of the compound all said that they were on par with him. ”

He Jiaxin pondered what he should ask.

He buckled the folds of the bamboo chair helplessly, trying to talk to Jing Luoyu in the bubbling sound.

Talk about his nearest bed partner and satisfy the gossip mind.

He Jiaxin raised his eyes and looked over.

Unexpectedly, the man was steaming hot, as if he was talking to someone.

He was biting words and scattered, like a crackling charcoal fire in front of him in a jumping furnace fire.

The bottom of the ceramic pot is cloudy, soft and thin.

"Don't you want me? Now I know it's panicked. ”

He Jiaxin had never used him to coax his lover with such a Gu tone.

The tip of my heart trembled.

He subconsciously held his breath and closed his eyes slightly, trying to hear who was on the other end of the earpiece.

"Crying?"

Jing Luoyu's emotions were pulled, and he straightened his spine slightly, from a pulling that was not salty or light, to a concern that breathed heavily.

On the other end of the phone, there seemed to be other men's voices.

He Jiaxin tilted his head slightly, but he didn't hear clearly.

"Click-"

Jing Luoyu covered the phone and stood up in the white mist where the fragrance of tea spread.

Ying Jun's face was gloomy because of the backlight, and he pressed against the back of his teeth, his narrow eyes were blindfolded.

"I have something to do, so I'll go back first."

"Stop!"

Zhong Shijin raised his eyes, not angry and arrogant.

"Woman sleeping outside, if you don't get married, don't let me help you deal with this city storm!"

“......”

A group of people didn't dare to say anything, and they were all waiting for their mother and son to negotiate.

"The date is all agreed, next weekend, meet your Uncle Wen's daughter, and go to Yuyuantan in the evening to make your grandfather happy."

Zhong Shijin reminded: "It was the winter solstice. You can't hide, your father Jing Yanhong will also go. ”

"Don't be that troublesome."

In the courtyard, a man with a superior figure and a long body, with a slender bone profile, tapped the back of his mobile phone.

His long, narrow and thin eyes rarely showed a smile, and his facial features, which were as white as jade, were absolutely profound.

"I've chosen all the marriage partners, and she's listening on the other end of the phone."

He Jiaxin and several other people in the courtyard even breathed chaotically.

Although it is very comfortable to be smoked by the heat in the heating and tea stove, it is an indescribable chill that makes people feel as cold as a wash at night.

Where did this woman come from?

Vixen.

How could it be that overnight, Jing Luoyu, who was not touching the wind and moon, was confused.

The inkstone pond in the courtyard is crisscrossed by algae in the thin ice in the water.

A pool of snow water, driven into the alley, the tail turn signal, illuminated brightly.

The roar of the car faded.

Jing Luoyu is gone.

Everyone was a little stunned.

They all know, anywhere.

He is the backbone of the people around him, and the topic has to float around him, without leaving half a minute.

"Are all those rumors true?"

"Fourth brother, it's not like someone who will be emotional."

Zhong Shijin snorted coldly: "If this marriage partner is a little girl who has a one-night stand outside and chooses not to be indiscrete, I will not agree." ”

Bang Bang –

The ice melted on the beams of the house and fell into the pool.

The sound of water droplets like the sound of jade breaking gold bursts, but only the ripples float in a shallow circle.

-

"Marry me."

Jing Luoyu's lazy and serious voice rubbed at the tip of his heart.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Diezhen was still recalling this sentence.

She rejected Feng Xili today, and she did not agree to Jing Luoyu's choice.

Because she didn't want to lose Feng Xili, a friend.

also felt a sense of powerlessness across the gap between the moats and Jing Luoyu did not pass his friend application.

Don't want that person to know about their embarrassment.

Even if it's just paper-fragile self-esteem.

Tonight.

She took a taxi back to Yisheng Garden and squatted for a long time.

Only then did I see Sheng Xuan, who had arranged everything, and went out.

Can't stay here anymore.

Now, she had to grab the necessary household items and go out to find a house as soon as possible.

If you don't have a home, where else can you design clothes?

Jiang Diezhen was at a loss.

It's warmly furnished, but it's no longer its own.

She stumbled, stepped on high heels, and walked out with household items.

Her skin was pale, and the cold wind blew the hem of her skirt, making her shiver all over.

She pulled out her phone and prepared to find a hotel.

"Bang dang."

Jiang Diezhen slipped to the ground at the entrance of the dark alley.

The back of the head landed, and the head roared.

Looking at the white moon in the sky, her eyes suddenly moistened, and there was no reason.

The clothes the man had given her were all stained.

The snow and mud were mixed together, and it was cold to the tip of the heart.

It's so sad.

There is nowhere to go.

Jiang Diezhen struggled to stand up.

She wiped the tears from her face with her fingers, which had fallen on the snow.

Between the pain and the cold, she felt the shiver of stimulation as the spine spread to the cerebral cortex.

He would actually say the word "marriage" to himself.

How could it be.

So naturally.

"Yo, Pearl is back."

When she fell, she was intercepted by Sheng Su at an inopportune time.

The alleys here are old, there are no street lights, only lonely moonlight.

Sheng Xuan's face was filled with the smell of wine, and he half-squatted down, and wanted to touch her face: "Why are you taking so many clothes, are you coming back to build our new home?" ”

She had a mess in her head.

Forget about the uncut phone on the floor.

After the sound of stabbing electricity, Jing Luoyu's voice came.

Jing Luoyu's voice was cold and low in the narrow alley after the snow.

There is also a faint mixture of gloom.

"- Jiang Diezhen? Who's next to you. ”

"Mr. Jing, I'm having a bad time right now."

She whispered, with a crying voice.

Biting his lip gently, he tilted his head to avoid the drunken Sheng Xuan, revealing the thin blood vessels on his white neck.

Sheng Xuan's Adam's apple swallowed twice, and he wanted to get closer for no reason.

The overwhelming smell of alcohol raged through the alley, and he laughed indistinctly.

"Of course it's me! She gave me the gomori, and I thought it would be good, and now it's my man. ”

The girl wanted to hide, but her ankle hurt so much that she could only pinch the dirty snow and sprinkle it on Sheng Xuan.

Helplessly, he stepped back and let out a subtle whimper.

"If you dare to touch her, don't want to stay in Beijing!"

At the ear, the earpiece is close at hand.

Jing Luoyu spoke to her in a tone that tended to be a delicate epiphany between the moonlight and the snow.

"Wait for me there. Don't be afraid of anything, I'll give you peace of mind. ”