207. Chapter 207 Does anyone care about your panic and confusion?
207. Chapter 207 Does anyone care about your panic and confusion?
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 207 Does anyone care about your panic and messiness?
After three rounds of drinking.
After eating the fragrant grilled glutinous rice cake, Hu Youyu paid the bill, and the three of them walked slowly and softly, turned an intersection, then turned another intersection... and returned to the small courtyard.
Seeing that Xu Hongdou was a little drunk.
After Zhang Wentao sent her back to the room, he said: "It's getting late, go and wash up quickly."
After hearing Xu Hongdou's agreement, she gave her a gentle kiss, left the room and went to the dining room. She turned on the light and took out the milk from the refrigerator and went to the kitchen.
Xu Hongdou has a bad stomach and occasionally drinks too much.
In the kitchen, he sat there quietly for a while, and after he estimated that the time was almost up, he heated up the milk.
When Xu Hongdou came out from washing and wiped his hair with a towel, the hot honey milk had just been prepared.
Seeing Zhang Wentao walking in carefully holding a cup, Xu Hongdou felt warm and moved. She naturally handed the towel to him and stared at the inconspicuous glass of milk affectionately.
Somewhat reluctantly, he gently blew on the milk skin on it, opened his lips slightly and took a slow sip.
The fragrant taste has the sweetness of honey...
Like the taste of happiness?
With a little sigh, she felt the slight movement in her wet hair.
There was a strange throbbing in my heart.
The corners of his mouth rose quietly, and there was an indescribable charm in his smile.
Zhang Wentao's movements were somewhat proficient, but when he rubbed the other party's slightly curly long hair, he still felt that it was a bit too long.
In a moment, the slightly sweet milk was drunk.
It took a long time for my hair to dry.
The night wind in the yard blew the wind chimes slightly.
Xu Hongdou held Zhang Wentao's arm and leaned on his shoulder. She only remembered when she saw the watch on the other person's hand.
When I came back today, I forgot to pick up the express delivery.
"Sure enough, you can't be angry with this guy, but he is still so considerate after being angry." Xu Hongdou thought quietly.
Zhang Wentao noticed that she was looking at his watch. He raised his wrist and saw that it was already past ten o'clock. He thought to himself that this was because he clicked on me, and then smiled and said: "Okay, it's getting late, so why don't you
It’s time to rest early.”
Xu Hongdou didn't answer the call at the first time. After a while, she said, "Stay close for a while, and then go back."
Zhang Wentao nodded.
Sure enough, clingy.
As before, he rarely guessed Xu Hongdou's thoughts. Just like at the beginning, he felt that he would definitely not be able to guess or be fooled.
"Hey, tell me, what kind of song can Lao Hu write?"
Xu Hongdou was silent, closed her eyes gently, and said nothing.
She didn't know what kind of song Lao Hu would write, and she couldn't guess whether Damai would like it, but it was Hu Youyu's intention after all.
Just like the song "Zhou Qingtian" on my birthday.
It belongs to one person, for a period of time, and some touches in a memory.
Only after brewing for a long time can you taste the mellow aroma.
They stayed quietly for a while, and when they could see the crescent moon through the carved wooden window facing the yard, Xu Hongdou broke the silence and said, "Okay, I'm almost done drinking.
Already."
After hearing what she said, Zhang Wentao smiled, tilted his head and said, "You, drink less in the future.
Okay, let’s get some rest early, I’ll go back first.”
Before getting up, he glanced at the other party. Before he could say anything, Xu Hongdou smiled knowingly and closed his eyes...
Just taste it and stop.
After they separated, Xu Hongdou said: "Thank you for your concern, don't worry."
Zhang Wentao said "hmm" and did not dare to stay for a long time. He stood up and stretched, then lowered his head and kissed the other person's fair forehead, and quickly returned to his room.
…
When I returned to my room, I didn't know how long it had been.
Hu Youyu sat in front of his electronic keyboard and sat blankly for a long time. Then he looked at the guitar he had placed on the ground. After thinking about it, he put down his headphones and walked over quietly.
He took out his guitar and stroked it gently with his fingers.
The smooth touch is still the same as when I first bought it with my pocket money.
Hu Youyu said nothing.
He slowly held it in his arms, tapped it lightly with his fingers a few times, and then quietly rippled the strings.
When he was very young, he fell in love with music.
After coming to university and embracing his own life, he began to work towards his original dream.
I yearn to rely on my own talent to make others cheer, but I don’t know when my life became a guitar, a city, and a person.
Until I stopped in this windy place.
Looking at the guitar in his hand, Hu Youyu's eyes were a little distracted, but he still didn't say a word.
People always hope to show their best side to others, and then taste the sadness and pain after the hustle and bustle at night.
His self-confidence was shattered by reality, but he had been pretending to be himself.
Therefore, when he saw Zhang Wentao, who was also pretending to be strong, he felt that the two of them had a common language.
That kind of disguise is stupid and clumsy.
He wrapped himself up carefully, but inadvertently showed his panic.
And who cares about the fleeting chaos and panic?
Maybe it’s just the people I care about, or the passing breeze...
…
early morning.
Xu Hongdou woke up early, wrapped in a woolen shawl, and came to the balcony on the second floor with her hair that was a little raised.
The sky is dimly bright.
She walked softly to Door No. 5 and looked inside through the carvings of the wooden door and the gauze-like curtain.
The scene inside was hazy, but when she squinted her eyes and looked carefully, she still saw a figure sleeping soundly on the bed.
Smiling slightly, she came to the restaurant with satisfaction.
Barley was breathing heavily and cooking rice noodles, his eyes slightly swollen.
Seeing Xu Hongdou come down, Damai pursed his lips and smiled sarcastically: "Sister Hongdou, you got up so early."
"Hmm~" Xu Hongdou responded, smiled and walked over, glanced at the rice noodles cooked by barley, and asked in a low voice with concern: "Why, you can't bear to leave, and you cried again last night?"
Damai was embarrassed and hesitantly said: "People always feel sad when they face parting. I just can't let you go, and I can't let go of the rice noodles here."
Xu Hongdou nodded. She was smart and would not bother Damai by mentioning Hu Youyu. She said comfortingly like a close sister:
"Yes, but life has to move to the next stop. It will be good if we keep in touch from now on."
"Well, Sister Hongdou, I will definitely send messages to the group frequently in the future."
After Damai finished speaking, he looked at the rice noodles and said: "By the way, Sister Hongdou, do you want to call Brother Wen Tao? I'll put in the ham you bought today."
Xu Hongdou hesitated, looked toward the sky outside, and shook his head: "Let's wait for a while. I'll call him when the sun comes out. Now let him sleep a little longer."
"Well, okay."
Damai remembered something and nodded.
Xu Hongdou breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "By the way, Damai, you've been busy with promotional videos during the day and writing manuscripts at night. Are you tired?"
"I'm tired." Damai pouted and said, "But I'm tired and happy at the same time."
After saying that, she blinked at Xu Hongdou beside her, showed a smile, and said in her heart: With your support, how can I feel tired?
Xu Hongdou didn't know that she and Nana had left no comments under Damai's novel, and had been betrayed by the person she cared about long ago.
I thought the other person was really in a better mood and more inspired because he went out more and met more people. That’s why he was so happy when we talked about this topic.
He smiled with crooked eyes.
And the morning glow, as the rice noodles are cooked, shows its head in the mountains...
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