A pink gown, neatly buttoned up to the top, revealing a looming Adam's apple.
The man is tall and tall, with thin cheeks, and his facial features are dull but perfectly harmonious. Under the eyes of a pair of peach blossoms hanging from the corners of his eyes, a little teary mole shines. Holding a closed folding fan in his slender and clean palm, he casually tapped on the palm and walked towards Su Kui step by step.
Behind him were a few sturdy men, dressed in black and black trousers, and his temperament became more and more slender. His eyelashes were hanging lightly, and his long eyelashes were sparsely visible, leaving rows of shadows under the light above his head.
Make people unable to see his details.
The two came to meet each other in a narrow way.
In the not-so-wide aisle, the two passed by, and Su Kui smelled the scent of orchids on the man's body, quiet and pungent. Especially after coming out of that smoky unpleasant smell, it became more and more rare.
Without staying or even communicating, the two quickly passed by.
Before coming downstairs, Su Kui glanced back curiously, but she happened to crash into a pair of deep and long eyes that seemed to be hazy. She was startled, raised her lips stubbornly, and raised her eyebrows, and then she had no nostalgia. Turn around and go downstairs.
Go straight through the enthusiastic, singing and dancing hall, and walk towards the outside of the Paramount Gate.
Gracilaria paused, raised the corner of his eyes with interest, and the mole under his eyes became more dazzling.
Seeing that he stopped moving, the bodyguard Wang Wu whispered, "Master?" Then he followed Jiang Lingling's eyes and looked over, only to see the empty staircase and the hall from time to time. The sound of sluggishness coming in.
"What are you looking at?"
Jiang Lingling returned to his senses, and casually retracted his gaze, curled his lips and opened his long legs, "It's nothing, I saw an interesting little thing."
"Ah? Is there any?" Wang Wu scratched his head and asked in a naive way.
Jiang Lingling pursed his lips, but said nothing.
A group of people surrounded him and walked into a quiet box at the corner of the corridor.
The evening breeze flickered, the stars on the blue-black night flashed and disappeared, and the huge silver plate gauze flowed, illuminating the greasy road.
Su Kui took a deep breath. This is an era that has not been polluted by industry. Everything is new.
She wrapped her overcoat and suddenly became interested in walking the streets.
In this lazy city, men and women all bring a bit of romance on Tanabata.
She remembered saying something like this—
The letters in the past were very slow, the chariots were far away, and only enough to love one person in a lifetime.
Old Shanghai is such a city full of elegant and lazy tunes, casual and casual, mixed with songs and dances that are enough to paralyze the brain, and then let yourself die and perish in such a romantic and prosperous city.
But Su Kui didn't sway far, the car lights and horns behind him flashed together, ticking in the quiet night, noisy and harsh.
Su Kui stopped and looked back.
The car quickly stopped beside her, the door opened, and a person walked out of it.
Dressed up with the same big back, dressed in a slightly bookish Chinese tunic suit, leather shoes clattered on the asphalt road.
It's Su Min, Su Mao'er's eldest brother.
Su Min pressed her lips and walked forward quickly, dragged Su Kui's arm up and down and looked up and down. After seeing that she was intact, not even a single strand of hair was missing, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to blame, Where is it? Not going home in the middle of the night is to make us worry about death?"