Her eyes moved slightly, and the umbrella had already been lifted.
"My son, my shop is right in front of you. If nothing happens, come in for a cup of tea and avoid the rain, right?"
"No need, I..." The man opened his mouth and wanted to refuse, before he could finish his words, he was forced into a green lotus lantern in his hand.
The woman's soft voice rang behind her, "The son will hold it for me first, and I will push you."
Sighing slowly, the man had to take over the lamp, his eyelashes drooping slightly, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
The wheelchair moved slowly under him. The woman pushed him through the long empty alley. A dark light hung over his head. He raised his eyelids and looked up, and he saw that at some point, the woman’s oil-paper umbrella of the magnolia flower had moved. To the top of his head.
His cold eyes moved slightly, he opened his mouth, and finally chose to remain silent.
As she said, the woman's shop was not far from where she had been.
He raised his eyes, and his calm gaze fell on the top of the shop, the black plaque engraved with Beauty Square.
In the whole alley, there is really nothing unusual.
Strange woman, strange shop.
The woman gently pushed him in. The shop was decorated simply. Several rows of wooden shelves were lined with bottles and cans, and the air was filled with the scent of powders used by women.
The man knew that this was a rouge shop.
A cup of steaming tea was handed to his hand, he looked down, and his thin white jade fingers were resting on the bone china tea cup. There was something in a trance. Her hands were three points whiter than the white porcelain. .
Seeing him silent, Su Kui chuckled and tilted his head, "Master, drink tea."
"Ah? Oh..." He finally reacted, cursing that he was never a person who is greedy for beauty, but today he repeatedly embarrassed in front of this woman, chanted the Buddha's name in his heart, and decided to go back and condemn him in front of the Buddha.
Although he cannot be shaved due to his identity, his name has long been hanged as a monk in Putuo Temple.
A lot of cold moisture was dissipated from the tea entrance.
He sipped his tea lightly, staring at the flowers in the cup that undulated with the waves, his thoughts slowly drifted away, not knowing where he was empty.
Su Kui went upstairs and got him a clean cloth towel. When he came down, he saw the man holding the tea cup in his pale and thin hands. After a daze, Fang Xin stepped forward.
"The son?"
"Huh?" He moved his eyes, lowered his eyes and said warmly: "You don't have to look outside like this, just call me not dust."
"Fei Chen?" Su Kui repeated, chewing the name between her lips silently several times, and then asked with a smile, "What about your last name?"
Feichen shook his head, "Only first name, no last name."
Suddenly, his slender and pale index finger clicked on his knees, his voice was calm, and he said, "I should go back. Thank you for your hospitality today."
Su Kui saw disappointment in her eyes, and finally met someone who made her feel comfortable again, and was leaving so soon.
She waited for three hundred years without waiting for the arrival of her lover.
now-
She recovered quickly and looked outside. She didn't know when the rain had stopped, so she turned her eyes back and chuckled, "Then I will send you out, and you can bring the umbrella with you to prevent rain on the road."
Feichen quickly shook his head, pushing the wooden wheel to the door, "No, I live only a few steps away from here."
Su Kui was surprised. She walked to him and looked into the alley. Sure enough, she saw the dilapidated and faded lantern yesterday, and she didn't know when it had been replaced with a new one.