Simple words and a gentle tone, but to the seventeen-year-old girl who had been looking forward to this for a long time and had been nervous about this for a long time, it was undoubtedly the sound of Huangzhong Dalu mixed with Sanskrit Buddhist chants coming from the sky, from far to near, from weak to strong, drilling into the ears, leaking into the chest, and then setting off an unstoppable huge wave in the depths of the heart.
At that moment, she held her breath and her heart stopped beating. She knew clearly that she was about to suffocate!
Is this the feeling of liking someone and being liked by someone? Looking at his clear face, looking at his gentle smile, his deep eyes seemed to absorb the light like a black hole, and also absorbed all her sight!
The picture froze at this moment. Xu Yao tilted her head and looked at Wen Liang infatuatedly. Her bright eyes, delicate eyebrows, and even her beautiful and refined face could not compare to the two lines of tears that were quietly sliding down at this moment.
Tears are flashing in my eyes, but there are you and me!
For a long time, she grasped the boy's clothes with both hands, and slowly leaned her head over, burying her cheek in his arms. She smelled the boy's pleasant scent and murmured:
"Silly boy, I like you, very much, very much!"
Wen Liang looked down at Xu Yao, his eyes full of pity. He gently stroked her head, and her long black hair slid into his palm, as soft and delicate as that of a seventeen-year-old girl.
Seventeen years old, what a simple and beautiful season. Seventeen years old, belongs only to the sentimental and sentimental teenagers.
At the age of seventeen, how many boys or girls fall in love with the person who always appears in their dreams, sometimes giving him or her a sweet gaze, sometimes having annoyed quarrels, sometimes swearing in grievance that they will never have anything to do with each other again, and sometimes firmly believing that this is a lifelong fate.
At the age of seventeen, it is impossible to predict the future. At the age of seventeen, we are crazy about love. But until we experience the sadness of breaking up and the desolation of turning around and leaving, looking back on the events of that year again, it seems as if someone is whispering to our former selves: At that time, those happy people, do you know how difficult it is to stay together for a lifetime in this world!
Silly girl, seventeen is your youth.
But seventeen years old is just my memory!
But I will still accompany you until the day you grow up! After you have seen this colorful world and the complex human heart, temptations, desires, hardships, and setbacks will no longer be able to shake your heart. Whether we stay together or separate, I will be waiting here, waiting to send you blessings or for you and me to hug.
Your happiness, my eternal commitment!
Wen Liang put his face against her hair and slowly closed his eyes.
I like you for as long as two lifetimes...
My name is Wenliang, Wen means gentle, Liang means forgiveness.
My name is Xu Yao, Xu from Xu Xian and Yao from Yao Chi.
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After walking out of the kitchen, after a brief moment of joy, what followed was a painful choice between love and family affection. Xu Yao lowered her head, and her usual coquettishness and agility seemed to disappear. She whispered: "I'll go back first, you..."
Wen Liang naturally knew what she was worried about. He rubbed her head and comforted her, "Don't worry, I will find a way to ease the relationship with your brother... Well, you don't believe me? Little girl, we have known each other for so long, what have I promised you that I haven't done?"
Thinking about it, this was true. Xu Yao finally regained some spirit. She stretched out her slender index finger and tapped Wen Liang's chest lightly, saying sweetly, "Think of me ten times tonight. No, a hundred times!"
"Your worldview is too narrow. How can a hundred times be enough? Have you ever heard this saying? When you are here, you are everything. When you are not here, everything is you. Even if I see the toilet lid tonight, I will definitely think of you first. Safe!"
Being "humiliated" by Wen Liang, Xu Yao did not fight back as quickly and forcefully as usual. She took two steps back and smiled: "Slippery tongue, I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow!"
Wen Liang nodded and watched Xu Yao stop a taxi and drive away. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a man with glasses and a manager's name badge came over and said very respectfully, "Sir, please stay. Our boss would like to invite you over to meet him."
Wen Liang looked at the man with glasses and frowned, "What's the matter?"
The man with glasses became more respectful, and bent his waist slightly, saying, "It's a small matter. The gilded double-handled incense burner with floral patterns from the Jingtai period of the Ming Dynasty that was broken in the room just now is not worth much, but it is my boss's favorite..."
A wise man speaks with a pinch of salt. Wen Liang suddenly realized what was going on. He glanced at the name on the glasses man's name tag and said with a smile, "It's indeed my fault. Manager Zhang, please lead the way."
After following the man with glasses along the winding corridor for several twists and turns, Wen Liang was surprised to find that the area of this Xiangji Kitchen was so large that it was almost shocking. In Huashan District, the most prosperous den of money-losing in Qingzhou, it was impossible to open such a place without great financial resources and deep connections.
After turning a few more corners, the man with glasses stopped in front of an ancient house, knocked on the door, and said, "Boss, the person is here."
"Come in."
A lazy and slightly hoarse female voice sounded from the room. Wen Liang was slightly surprised. This voice sounded somewhat familiar. The man with glasses made a gesture of invitation and turned to leave. Wen Liang paused for two seconds and pushed the door open to enter.
The room was simple yet elegant, with only some desks and chairs displayed simply. It was no different from an ordinary office. The only difference was the woman sitting behind the desk, a woman who once looked at you, you couldn't help but take a second look, and after the second look, you would gradually get lost in her charm.
Wen Liang could never have imagined that the owner of this Xiangji Kitchen would be Gu Shitong's confidant, Mu Zechen's assistant, Qingzhou's most famous socialite, Qi Shu!
Qi Shu, in a black dress, was just as stunningly beautiful as when they first met in Yuxiang Garden that night. She leaned back in a half-reclined boss chair, playing with a milky white mutton-fat jade ruyi in her hand. When she saw Wen Liang come in, she smiled slightly, pointed to the sofa on the left, and said, "Young Master Wen, please sit down!"
The surprise in Wen Liang's eyes flashed away. It was not surprising that Qi Shu recognized him. What was surprising was why she arranged this meeting today - for a so-called Ming Jingtai incense burner that was 90% likely to be a fake? Don't be funny, Qi Shu is not Guo Degang, and Wen Liang is not Yu Qian. They don't have time to tell crosstalk to amuse people. He was so smart that he quickly put on an innocent and confused expression and asked, "Who are you?"
Qi Shu's flawless face showed an unhappy expression, as if a sister met a naughty brother. To make such an expression to someone who can be considered an enemy, even if you have won all the best actor awards in the Golden Horse Awards, Golden Statue Awards, Hundred Flowers Awards, and Lily Awards, Wen Liang would certainly think it was a bit deliberate and artificial, but Qi Shu did it naturally, frowning, turning his eyes, all of which were appropriate to anger and joy, flying and soaring.
Fortunately, Wen Liang's face was made of cement. If it was a little thinner, he might have felt embarrassed immediately. He spread his hands and continued to play dumb: "Have we met before?"
Qi Shu giggled, then stood up with her hands on the table. The curves of her soft body were revealed, and the two tall, round breasts under her skirt trembled slightly. Her cloud-like hair was tied up behind her head, tied into a bun with a jade hairpin. A few strands of black hair flowed out and swayed in front of her slender, white neck. Between the black and white, she was extremely alluring.
"That night at Yuxiang Garden, I was a witness to your heroic rescue of the damsel in distress. If you continue to talk about other things like this, Master Wen, you will surely hurt my feelings..."
Wen Liang let out a long "oh" and said with a smile, "I remember now, it's you, sister. Well, it's easier to talk to someone you know. I can't afford to pay for that broken incense burner, let alone one from the Jingtai era, even if it was from 1995."
Qi Shu chuckled, her extremely pure and beautiful face was free of any worldly vulgarity. Just looking at her at this moment, even if she was a nun wearing her hair to practice, people would still believe it. She walked up to Wen Liang, grabbed Wen Liang's wrist very naturally, and walked to the sofa on the side, saying: "Since you call me sister, how can I ask you to settle the small account of the incense burner?" Her shoulder touched Wen Liang lightly, her eyes became watery in an instant, and her nasal voice mixed with soft lines, as if it was a soft moan from the depths of her throat: "Is it right, little brother?"
Wen Liang's self-control is unquestionable. Since his rebirth, he has experienced the test of various levels of beauties. He can basically be said to be a follower of Liu Xiahui who will not move unless the enemy moves, and will not move unless the enemy wants to move. However, he was almost aroused by Qi Shu's alluring "little brother".
From extremely pure to extremely lewd, it took less than a second. Compared with the little girl in later generations who transformed into a princess in a second, Qi Shu was simply a god-like existence in the "transformation world".
Wen Liang was still confused and couldn't guess what Qi Shu's intention was today. According to the current situation in Qingzhou, Qi Shu couldn't possibly do anything unfriendly to him - she didn't dare! But then again, even if Qi Shu didn't dare to do anything bad, she wouldn't have to use any beauty trap on Wen Liang. To put it bluntly, with Wen Liang's obvious status, he was not worthy of her!
So Wen Liang had no choice but to pretend and said with a smile: "Thank you, sister... If there is nothing else, I will leave first?"
Qi Shu pulled him to sit together and said angrily, "How can you be so anxious to run away after just recognizing her as your sister? Are you in a hurry to chase after that little sister just now? Xu Fuyan's precious daughter is indeed more beloved than me, her sister."
Wen Liang's heart trembled, his eyes slightly focused, and he said lightly: "Sisters and sisters are different from the beginning!"
He was angry that Qi Shu used Xu Yao to make a fuss, and his venomous tongue was fully unleashed. With a few words, he implied that Qi Shu was old and ugly, which was extremely mean. However, Qi Shu had seen all kinds of situations in the world, so the impact he suffered was negligible. He patted Wen Liang on the shoulder and said, "Well, you turned hostile immediately after the debt was settled. You are really a conscienceless little rascal. No wonder Sister Mingzhu fell into your hands. I have finally learned a lesson today."
Wen Liang didn't expect that Qi Shu also knew Fan Mingzhu. He was convinced that Cat Girl would not reveal the truth of that night to others. However, recalling that Qi Shu was also a Dandelion, it was not surprising that he heard some rumors.
But how much did Qi Shu know? She took great pains to test the waters, pressing forward step by step, with countless mysteries in her words, and lowered herself to find out Wen Liang's true colors. Was she playing hard to get, or was she deliberately trying to be mysterious
The most important thing is, is this scene today her intention or Gu Shitong's intention...
Wen Liang sighed secretly. Life is a process of constantly discovering and solving problems. Although he has lived two lives, he is still cycling in this process.
Such a life is too boring! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)