Meirou Shengxiang (latest) Author: Su Nuojin
Volume reading 159
Mingyue smiled happily and pulled Qian Yunsheng to introduce Xue Xingze enthusiastically.
The corner of Qian Yunsheng's mouth twitched into a smile, facing Xue Xingze, who was neither humble nor arrogant. The two men fought invisibly with their eyes in silence. After a while, Xue Xingze stretched out his right hand, "Boss Qian."
"Young Master Xue, I have been looking forward to you for a long time. I am no longer the head of the Xianni Club. I really don't dare to be the boss. If Master Xue doesn't dislike it, why don't I call my brother-in-law." Qian Yunsheng held Xue Xingze with a smile. His right hand, the sentences seem to be friendly and close, but in fact, the smell of gunpowder is strong.
On the hand held by Xue Xingze and Qian Yunsheng, the knuckles were more prominent, and the bulging blue veins were surrounded by miserable protuberances.
"Qian Yunsheng, are you also worthy of being my brother-in-law?"
The tone of the boy in the gray-blue military uniform brought out a deep chill, which was mixed with cruelty and sharpness like a glacier cracking. He slowly drew back his hand, then covered it with the silk handkerchief in the pocket of his coat, and began to move with one finger. Wipe carefully with one finger. Those thin, pale lips still had traces of a smile, but they gave off a gloomy and ruthless taste.
How could he shake hands with a low-level actor? Just wanted to humiliate him.
Qian Yunsheng looked down at the silk handkerchief Xue Xingze threw on his shoulder with his eyes down. No, the movements of the hands are simply pleasing to the eye and personable. At the end, he put the handkerchief in his pocket and said with a smile like a spring breeze: "Master Xue, I have made my sister tired all the way, and I'm exhausted. , I hope you forgive me."
There was no mention of the handkerchief at all.
Qian Yunsheng's tone was steady, his expression was calm and upright, and he used a few homely words in an understatement to make the relationship clear, and dignifiedly told Xue Xingze who was the man next to Gu Mingyue. He and Gu Mingyue are in love with each other. As long as this love is unshakable, then he is worthy or unworthy, and he will not let others talk about it. As long as the two can live a small life in peace, there is no need to be angry, explain, or argue.
Facts are overwhelming eloquent. Those in an advantageous position don't need to drop their bodies to fight for it. Qian Yunsheng's mentality is so good that in comparison, Xue Xingze's tit-for-tat looks youthful and vigorous, and he can't help but fall down. take,.
Xue Xingze felt as if he had hit the spring with a punch. Not only did he fail to injure the opponent, but he was even injured enough by the force of his own rebound. He clenched his fists with both hands and clenched his teeth, but forced a slight curvature of the corners of his mouth, turned to the side and stepped back half a step, only to say that his sister was resting, and without even looking at Qian Yunsheng, he turned and left.
"Wait a minute."
The male voice behind him was graceful, but it sounded like a magic voice in Xue Xingze's ears. He quickened his pace to prevent himself from turning back and giving him a shot.
"Master Tang has returned to Shanghai?"
The feet above the threshold stopped abruptly, and Xue Xingze stood stiffly by the door, turning his head slightly.
Gu Mingyue gently pulled the corner of Qian Yunsheng's clothes, but he held his hand instead.
"I received a lot of 'care' from him on the train when I came here. When Young Master Wangxue meets next time, I will help you with my greetings."
The young man's body swayed violently, but quickly stabilized. He rested on the door frame with one hand and straightened the large-brimmed military hat on top of his head with the other. He lowered his head and said solemnly, "I see."
The north wind in early winter was a little cold, but it couldn't compare to the chill in Xue Xingze's heart.
The Fourteenth (h)
The cold wind in the north was dry and piercing.
Xue Xingze leaned against the wall in front of the gate of the stone house with his arms crossed on his chest and quietly lit a cigarette. The aroma of tobacco burning was attached to the white smoke, and it was dissipated by the cold wind in a short time. Xue Xingze stared at the sparks on the cigarette and took a deep breath.
The taste is not as mellow as before, but has a slight bitterness.
He raised his head, narrowed his light amber eyes, and smoked smoke from his thin lips. On that porcelain-white face that was almost bloodless, youth and maturity were mixed together.
"Ah, it's snowing."
A snowflake fell from the tip of the nose, and the coolness instantly penetrated into the skin. Xue Xingze raised his eyes to look up at the sky. Countless bright whites poured down from the gray sky, and they danced in the air.
The alley was so silent that Xueluo's voice seemed to be heard, only accompanied by the smoke from the neighbors' cooking.
The boy felt a little lonely, and the bitterness spread from his mouth to his heart.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, the white light covering the sky and the earth blocked his sight, and the scattered cigarette butts under his feet were gradually covered by crystal snowflakes. Xue Xingze finished smoking the last cigarette in his pocket and sighed lowly.
It was cold outside, and his feet were freezing, but he didn't want to go into the house.
From the end of the alley came a person gradually, and as they got closer, it was clear that it was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing a black nylon coat with a rabbit sweater rim, a pair of shiny black soft-soled buckled leather shoes, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and walked forward quickly with her head huddled.
However, the wind whistled, the thin oil-paper umbrella could not stop much snow, and countless snowflakes flew on the girl's head and face, and the fine ice slag covered her short ears, and the white and tender cheeks and nose were also frozen red.
As she walked with her head lowered, she complained about the weather, and her dissatisfaction with the girls' school schedule was mixed in her words. Baozi's face was bulged, and the small appearance of gnashing his teeth caused Xue Xingze to chuckle.
"Huh?" The bun-faced girl stopped in surprise, staring at Xue Xingze with her eyes wide open, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.
Xue Xingze was amused by her expression, and most of the haze in his heart dissipated. He cleared his throat and said solemnly, "Where's the little girl from, you shouldn't be ashamed to stare at a man."
After hearing this, the girl curled her lips, and replied nonchalantly, "I don't think you're too big. You call me a little girl, and I'm not too young. Maybe I'm older than you." She swept Xue Xingze's clothes up and down, and under the snowflakes, she could still see it was a military uniform, so she said earnestly: "It's a good thing for young people to be warm-hearted, but remember to take care of your health, the burden of your family and country is not a problem. One or two fewer lives to bear.”
She was serious, and the expression on Baozi's face was old-fashioned.
Xue Xingze was provoked to laugh again, the little girl's tone of voice was to teach people when she opened her mouth, I really don't know how she usually gets along with people. He didn't want to take her words, so he asked, "Hey, let me ask you, why were you staring at me just now?"
"I'm looking at who is so stupid. It's frozen outside on a snowy day and I don't know how to go back to the house to hide and keep warm."
"Then do you think I'm stupid now?"
The girl shrugged and nodded again with her fingers. Before Xue Xingze could react, she held up her umbrella and continued to walk forward. After she had walked far, she muttered, "If there is no problem with the brain, who would be in a snowy day? Standing outside my house, my lips turning blue from the cold, and talking to strangers..."
She couldn't help but look back, the place where the young boy stood was empty, leaving only two deep rows of footprints.
"That's weird. Sigh! It's cold! Gotta go home quickly..."
After Xue Xingze and the girl finished talking, his mood was much lighter, and he didn't care about being alluded to as having a mental illness, he happily flicked the snow on his body, turned around and entered the house.
Even though he was very reluctant to live under the same roof as Qian Yunsheng, but because he wanted to live closer to Gu Mingyue, he endured his unwillingness to move in.
Volume reading 159
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