A bottle of 68-year-old whiskey. She would prefer whiskey to brandy. The taste is bitter and sweet, which is somewhat similar to her current situation.
It was already past six o'clock in the evening when we returned to the villa. The snow suddenly started to fall heavily this afternoon, and the sky became dark very quickly.
A figure stood vaguely under the street lamp. He was not wearing much, and his deep eyes were shimmering. He frowned slightly, looking a little anxious.
Luo Qingchen approached slowly holding a moon-white umbrella, which she bought at a convenience store in the afternoon.
After all, Ah Yue is by her side, and she can call it artistic conception by getting some snow on herself, but Ah Yue can't.
Looking at the familiar figure not far away, Luo Qingchen was stunned for a moment and walked forward faster.
She didn't stop until Mo Zechen's beautiful face came into view. Wanting to say something, Que found that he didn't know what to call him.
Mr. Mo? Classmate Mo? Zechen
It seems that no matter how you say it, it feels a little weird.
So she finally decided to call him—
"Mr. Neighbor..." Luo Qingchen held an umbrella in her right hand and touched her ear with her left hand habitually: "It's snowing so hard, are you waiting here for someone?"
Mo Zechen's deep, ink-like eyes looked at her so deeply, with unknown emotions, in the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky.
The reason is... When he went out today, whether he was eating or in a daze, his mind kept thinking of the scene last night with a strange girl he met for the first time.
A smile that never goes away.
"Yeah." He nodded, his tone completely different from his tone in the morning. Although there is only one word, it gives people a particularly gentle feeling.
Luo Qingchen's eyebrows trembled slightly, and she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. She always felt that the person he was waiting for was probably Pei Dandan.
After all, she needs to understand Mo Zechen better than anyone else in the world. He is not the 'scumbag' she calls him.
The red wine bag that was originally hanging on my arm suddenly became a little heavy.
"Okay!" After thinking about what to say for a long time, she finally said only these two words.
The words are concise and concise, but there is an indescribable and unclear loss.
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 30%.
Little did she know that the system's notification tone in the next second made her stunned.
She raised her eyes, looking at his eyes like a pool of ink, and suddenly felt inexplicably nervous.
"I’m waiting for you."
In the wind and snow, he looked at her quietly. Every word was like a kind of salvation, reaching her ears.
At this moment, she had a special urge to cry.
There is a person in this world who likes someone based on his feelings. But this feeling is so touching!
"Wait for me?"
"I saw you taking Ah Yue out in the morning without an umbrella. It snowed heavily in the afternoon, so I hurried back." Mo Zechen smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly: "So you have an umbrella..."
"I didn't have an umbrella when I went out..." Luo Qingchen pursed her lips with a smile that couldn't be concealed. She narrowed her eyes like crescent moons and looked at him and said, "But you can buy an umbrella..."
"What you said... seems to be right." Mo Zechen smiled helplessly. Surrounded by such inexplicable emotions, he suddenly felt that he had lost even the IQ of an ordinary person!
Luo Qingchen raised her clear eyes slightly, picked up the wine bag in her hand, shook it gently, smiled and said: "But thank you for waiting. Do you want a drink?" (To be continued)