I love you, and it has nothing to do with you. There is no purpose, just because, I love you. - The night breeze blows, the gentle silence, the rough early morning, has a suffocating beauty.
There was a slight mist that distracted her vision. Su Mozheng opened her eyes slightly and stood there with her hands clasped together. She looked at the man's tall and tall figure walking slowly, carrying a beer, but his steps were particularly brisk. She smiled.
, he also showed his teeth, and his neat and white teeth were particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
"Your beer," he asked her, raising a dozen cans of beer in his hand, "where are you going to drink it?"
Su Mozheng stuck out her tongue playfully and motioned for him to follow her, "Come on, I know where there is a good place here." There was cunning in her smart eyes, like a sign before a bad child does something bad.
Huo Shaoyan narrowed his eyes suspiciously and looked at her with ill intentions, "Why do I feel an ominous premonition?"
The dark night is like a painting. The lights in the distance outline the shadow of Fang Pingting, like the slow dancing steps of a young girl. The old exterior walls are the traces of time.
"Squeak!" With a sound, the wooden back door was gently pushed open by a pair of bare hands, mixed with cat-like footsteps, gently urging the man behind her, "Huo Shaoyan, hurry up, hurry up -" she urged dissatisfiedly, with the look in her eyes
It's obviously meant to promote narrowness.
Huo Shaoyan touched his nose with his free hand, and followed the soft-footed woman in front of him with some dumbfounding. Will he one day be reduced to being led by the nose by a woman?
The bluestone road, a roadbed with overlapping squares, is winding and extending in all directions.
In the season of September and October, there are no flowers blooming in the garden. The pergola is still alive, and the green-leafed leguminous wisteria extends across the entire pergola. There are bunches of fruits hanging down, and the atmosphere of autumn is flourishing.
There is a simple bench under the pergola, painted red in color, like the paint that people dyed in ancient times. It is cheap but has more significance.
Su Mozheng took out a tissue and bent down, carefully wiping off the dust on the bench. Then she sat down, patted the place beside her and whispered to Huo Shaoyan: "Sit down too, you can put down the beer."
." She pursed her lips, "Aren't you tired of holding it like this?"
Before he could sit down, she said triumphantly: "How about it? This place is pretty good, I've been looking for it for a long time!" She pointed to the vines above, "It's a pity, it's all gone. If the four of us...
Come in May and you can see a large area of purple wisteria."
He looked at her current state, his eyebrows were dancing with joy, and he was smiling, but he still couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes. His eyebrows suddenly became depressed, and he felt a little sad, "Don't laugh, if you don't like to laugh, why should you try hard?"
laugh!?"
Su Mozheng blinked, and then blinked again, but her eyes were staring ahead for a moment, and the smile at the corner of her mouth had disappeared. "How do you know that I don't like to laugh? I like it very much. I try my best to smile.
, and I will definitely continue to laugh.”
"I can't see any smile in your eyes." He told the truth.
A wry smile appeared on her lips, and she finally looked sideways at him, "Why can you always see through me so easily?"
His breathing was choked, and his mood slowly became complicated. It seemed that even he himself didn't understand why he could always see through her so easily?
"I know," she suddenly said loudly, bent down, took out two cans of beer, pulled the tabs, and handed them to his hand. Her eyes seemed to be smiling, but they didn't seem to be laughing, "because we all
They are both fallen people from the end of the world, right?" She opened her own can, raised her head and took a careful sip, her brows furrowed with dissatisfaction, "Some bitter, some spicy..." She whispered, but he
Laughing, "That's because you're not used to drinking. This one has almost no alcohol."
"Oh," she felt a little ashamed. She raised her head and took another sip. She seemed to feel better than before, and then she drank it in a few big gulps.
When Huo Shaoyan saw her like this, he immediately persuaded her and reached out to grab the beer can in her hand, "You drink slowly, and no one is trying to grab it from you, why are you so anxious!?"
As soon as his big hand stretched out, she had already nimbly dodged it. At the same time, she took a few big sips and said with a swipe at the corner of her mouth, "I've never drank this before. Of course I will have a different feeling. It's not like you."
, burp—" She probably drank too quickly, so she burped, with foamy stars still on her lips.
He laughed, and his big palm automatically climbed on her back, smoothing her down, "I told you before, I told you to drink slower, but you didn't listen, look now, you will be punished
Right." Of course he didn't miss what she just said, so he asked again: "You just said, it's not like me, what about me?" There was a slight smile in his warm eyes, "Isn't that right?
, I have done something that is outrageous to both humans and gods, right?”
"Not like you?" Su Mozheng shook her head and drank a few more gulps, "It's not like a bastard like you. People who come over in the drink naturally don't drink like drinking tea?
"
"Some necessary entertainment is naturally inevitable." He frowned slightly, raised his head and drank it. It tasted almost like boiled water, and it really didn't feel like anything.
"Then you and your friends go to nightclubs to pick up women?" She drank it again, her eyes were a little blurry, her red lips were wet with the wine, and she looked a little charming.
His big hand touched her forehead, almost startling her. "Huo Shaoyan, what are you doing, tampering!?" She was dissatisfied. A can had already fallen by her feet, and she lowered her body to get the full one.
The upper body of the bent body was still covered with his coat, and the maid's work uniform was not changed, revealing two jade-like legs underneath.
His face heated up slightly, and he turned around in embarrassment. "Su Mozheng, are you a low drinker?" He guessed that she was talking nonsense.
She tilted her head to one side and bit her lip in annoyance. Look, what on earth were those she just said? She fell in love with women in nightclubs and it had nothing to do with her.
"..." She said nothing and drank cans of her beer. He didn't say anything and drank the beer as plain water.
The atmosphere became silent. On the autumn night, the shadows of the trees cast two shadows, separated and not entangled.
As she drank, tears rolled down her face, and her face became a little warm. The last cell in her body was screaming for pain. Although, she didn't know where the pain was.
He finally turned around uneasily, and at a glance he saw her tear-stained face with pear blossoms in the rain, like a wet lily, fragile and touching.
His heart palpitated, and without thinking, he stepped forward and held her face, "Why are you crying again? Why do you, a woman, love to cry so much?" He was a little frustrated, actually scolding her like a young boy.