The third watch month, as white as pear blossom snow.

The silent night is heavy, the light is hazy, and the cold soaks dissolve.

The moon stars are scarce, the stars are dotted, and the moon is clustered.

Feng Jialun and Xiaoya walked in the northern city of the Qinglong King City, due to the implementation of the curfew, this area is now very quiet, but there is a kind of rural tranquility.

The two walked for more than half an hour, left Beicheng District, and entered Xicheng District, and the scene in front of them immediately changed greatly.

The traffic is busy, the lights are bright, people come and go, the shouts of hawkers, the sound of flutes, flutes, pianos, and the sound of many people eating, drinking and having fun.

Here, there doesn't seem to be a word for night.

In the Xicheng District of Wangcheng, all the famous families of the rich and the first side are gathered here, the business is developed, and the lights are not extinguished until the sun rises at night, and the commercial area that never sleeps.

Xiaoya walked in front and walked towards the Wumei Dumpling Restaurant with Feng Jialun.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Xiaoya stopped, pointed to a five-story attic and said, "Brother Feng, that's Wumei Dumpling Restaurant." ”

Feng Jialun looked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough, he saw the five golden characters of 'Wumei Dumpling Restaurant', inlaid on the top floor, shining, and still looking a little familiar.

Five-storey attic, about eighteen zhang high, more courageous, the corners of the building outside are all hung with red lanterns, the lights are bright, inside, candlelight curtains, people are in a trance, it is very lively.

The two of them walked into the Wumei Dumpling Restaurant, and on the first floor, Jingshu was greeting guests.

The first floor is not much different from in Huifeng Town, except that the place is larger and there are several times more guests.

Most of the people who come and go are ordinary people, men and women, old and young, who eat some dumplings, drink some wine, and talk about the world.

Jingshu, with five little servants, served the food back and forth, she did it herself, she was still so diligent, greeted with a smile, and treated every guest very politely.

She, she looked, was full of glory.

A pair of clear Danfeng eyes, soft red lips, crystal thin, delicate and delicate little Yao nose, delicate, white and tender, beautiful and pure, indifferent and quiet, the exquisite and delicate beauty, the beautiful and smooth cheeks, the face that can be broken by blowing, the national color and natural fragrance.

Plain dark clothes, graceful posture is still highlighted, mature charm.

Feng Jialun stood at the door, looking at her busy appearance, momentarily distracted, with tenderness in his eyes.

The new environment, seeing familiar people, the feeling of intimacy arises spontaneously.

A young guy greeted him and asked Feng Jialun what he needed, but Feng Jialun didn't say anything.

Seeing that Feng Jialun had been looking at the female shopkeeper, the little guy suddenly showed a disdainful look, and said with bad intentions: "Childe, don't look at it, our shopkeeper's name is about to have a master." ”

He, eighteen years old this year, lives in Beicheng District, fled to Qinglong King City with his parents, has never read and is illiterate.

Juvenile temperament, for mature women, there is a kind of longing and yearning. Seeing Feng Jialun looking at Jing Shu like this, he was very unhappy.

said, boasting to Feng Jialun that in the past month or so, there has been a rich son-in-law who has been pursuing Jingshu, coming every day, being driven away every day, or coming, ordering thirty-six dumplings every time, and the shopkeeper will put one more for him every time.

Feng Jialun frowned slightly, thirty-seven dumplings, isn't it his patent?

At this time, Jing Shu seemed to have a premonition, looked up at the door of the store, and happened to see Feng Jialun frowning, and naturally smiled, like a flower blooming.

The beauty smiled, which naturally attracted the side eyes of many men, and when she looked at her, she saw a young man.

Feng Jia Lun, wearing a white robe, was clean and clean, and the whole person stood still, centered on himself, and there was aura gathered around his body.

The Qi Refiner is integrated with the aura of heaven and earth, automatically absorbing and storing qi.

Feng Jialun and Jing Shu looked at each other, looked at each other and smiled, there is no need to say much, what you see in your eyes is what you think in your heart.

Jingshu, beckoning to Feng Jialun, led him into an inner room, which was a place that only she could enter, which belonged to the private realm, and then inside was her boudoir.

She didn't rent another house, the store was her home, and the other four women were the same.

The little guy who greeted Feng Jialun was stunned, he had never seen the shopkeeper smile so happily, and that smile was the same as seeing a relative.

Xiao Ya followed behind Feng Jialun and silently did not speak.

The inner room, the furnishings inside, a table, four stools, simple, the floor is bluestone slabs, orchid screens.

Jing Shu beckoned Feng Jialun to sit on the stool, and Xiaoya stood behind Feng Jialun, no matter how Jing Shu called, she didn't sit down.

Is it still the same? Jingshu asked, casually, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to cook herself.

Yes, the same old way. Feng Jialun replied, naturally.

Girl, what about you? Jingshu looked at Xiaoya and asked, I have met her many times, but every time Xiaoya rarely speaks and does not get close to her.

Xiaoya shook her head and said, "I'm not hungry, no. ”

After two lines of dialogue, Jingshu walked out of the inner room and went to prepare dumplings.

Not long after, Jingshu came back with a large plate of dumplings, and also brought a pot of wine and two cups.

Immediately, Xiaoya walked out of the inner room and waited outside the door.

Thirty-seven. She put the plate in front of him, thirty-seven dumplings, and he ordered thirty-six each time, one more, and she gave him, and she gave him one each time.

It's just that Feng Jialun's heart is a little unhappy now, and he is thinking in his heart, who is the other dumpling boy who has also been given an extra dumpling?

Jingshu leaned on Feng Jialun and sat down, shared a stool with him, put the cup, and poured the wine.

Feng Jialun looked at her in surprise, and saw that she was looking at him teasingly, pursing her lips, and she was about to laugh.

Sister Jingshu, why are you looking at me like this? Feng Jialun was a little embarrassed.

At this time, he found out that she had changed her clothes.

Wearing a peony flower skirt, the cut is fit, and it is just right to wear it on her body, highlighting all the original outstanding figures.

The temperament of the whole person looks like a peach in three springs, and a chrysanthemum in nine autumns.

The face is like a silver plate, white and bright, the eyes are like apricots, clear and clear, the lips are red without dots, delicate and thin, and the eyebrows are green without painting, and the shape is like willow leaves.

His eyes were shy, and Dan's lips were smiling, staring at him.

She raised a glass of wine and handed it to Feng Jialun, who was stunned, not knowing what she wanted to do?

She seems to be very different tonight......

Woo, woo, woo...... ”

Outside the room, there was a flute sound, and Jing Shu picked up a glass of wine, clinked glasses with Feng Jialun, and drank it all.

Feng Jialun saw that she was a little strange, so he didn't ask much, and drank it all.

Ahem, ahem, ahem...... ”

The liquor was so spicy that his tongue and throat were numb, Feng Jialun hurriedly ate a few dumplings, and it was much better.

Jingshu poured wine, did not speak, and faced Feng Jialun, another glass.

Another glass......

With three glasses of wine in his stomach, Feng Jialun was a little confused, and he rarely drank alcohol.

At this time, Jingshu spoke: "Jialun, we can't be friends anymore in the future. ”

When Feng Jialun heard this, his heart was half cold.

Woo, woo, woo...... ”

Outside the room, the silver moon was cold, and the sound of the jade flute was non-stop.

The sound of the flute is pleasant, leisurely, quiet, crisp, beautiful, drunk, soft, refreshing, smooth, sad, sad, and intense.

Half a day of cool moonlight, a flute of wine.

Feng Jialun only felt that the liquor was straight into his heart.

Thinking to herself, Jing Shu was afraid that she knew that he had come to recruit them, and she seemed to have made a decision.

It's just that, maybe this decision is not to his liking.

In the future, they will no longer be friends, will they be enemies?

Feng Jialun's heart was upset......