Night fell soon, and Zhan Xinran and Charlie naturally went out to the world of two people. Zhang Qingwen also said she would come back later, so Zhan Beicheng and Xingye simply had a simple dinner.

Xingye's appetite seemed to be bad. After a few simple bites, she couldn't eat it anymore. She simply put down her chopsticks and frowned and looked at Zhan Beicheng with her head down and her head was eating gracefully. Later, Zhan Beicheng had to coax and deceive her and let her eat a few more bites, and then she retreated to the room.

As soon as she returned to the room, Xingye entered the study again, for the five thousand words of reflection report. Xingye was originally a person who would insist on doing it well since she decided to do it, so she made up her mind to write this report.

When Zhan Beicheng walked into the study with a bowl of Chinese medicine with a strong smell of medicine and a cup of warm water, Xingye was sitting at the desk and writing hard. Her beautiful black hair was already tied up and fixed by her with a crimson hairpin, leaving only a few thin bangs hanging on her forehead. Her simple face was bathed in a softness, and it looked like there was a more graceful beauty.

He walked to the table with big strides and gently placed the tray in his hand on the corner of the table.

"How many words have you written?" There was a hint of softness in his emotional voice.

"I just wrote three thousand." Xingye didn't raise his head and replied lightly, with a little distress between his eyebrows, and the pen in his hand sometimes turned.

"I took the medicine first. My mother specially ordered the servant to boil it. It is said that it nourishes the body." Zhan Beicheng picked up the medicine and moved to Xingye.

A pungent smell of Chinese medicine came over. Xingye immediately frowned, tilted his head slightly, and swept the bowl of black things calmly. A few days ago, Zhang Qingwen and Yu Dan often cooked these tonics and gave them to her for the soup. She was a little scared. She lowered her eyes in pain and whispered, "Let's go, I'll drink it later. I'll finish the report and I'll drink it."

Xingye's slightly painful eyes made Zhan Beicheng feel a little painful. He softened his tone and said gently, "As long as you are obedient, I'll drink the medicine first, huh?"

"Tell me and mom. I have drunk a lot of these things and my health has been better. I don't have to worry about this anymore. I'll drink it later." Xingye took a breath, Xu Ran raised his eyes and looked at Zhan Beicheng quietly, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"I'll write the report to you, you've taken the medicine." Zhan Beicheng did not agree to Xingye. He slowly reached out and took the pen in Xingye's hand, gently pulled her up, let him sit on his lap, and then began to pick up the report that had just been completed with one hand and browsed it carefully.

Xingye then smiled faintly and wrote a report for himself. Only a scheming person like him could do this. He didn't say anything more. He sighed and slowly reached out to pick up the bowl of black stuff, frowned and drank it, then quickly took the warm water handed over from Zhan Beicheng and pressed down the rich smell of medicine.

It seemed that he often did this report, so he wrote it very neatly. With a few swishes, he saw rows of words flying dragons and phoenixes jumping on the paper.

"After the day after tomorrow, will you come?" Xingye narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the man in the fast writing, and spoke quietly.

"If you have a task, you can't get over it." Zhan Beicheng said in a deep voice, with a faint feeling of fatigue between his eyebrows, but the movements in his hands did not stop. "Kang Lan's affairs have been done."

"Well, I will let her work hard. Today's affairs... will make you embarrassed?" Xingye finally told the questions in his heart. Yingying's autumn eyes were like stars in the dark night, locking the deep face of Zhan Beicheng.

Zhan Beicheng's movements were slightly stopped, and he raised his eyes in surprise, and met Xingye's eyes thoughtfully. After a few seconds, he smiled, "Are you feeling guilty?"

"Do you look like I feel guilty?" Xingye glanced at him angrily.

"Well, sit down, be quieter, go to rest after the report, I will go back to the military district early tomorrow morning."

Zhan Beicheng said this and waved the pen in his hand again. Xingye obediently shut up and looked at his slender fingers holding the pen, and ticked out one strong and powerful word after another.

I was quite energetic at first, but as I looked at it, I felt dizzy and soon fell asleep against Zhanbeicheng. I lay directly on Zhanbeicheng's shoulder and slept very peacefully.

The sound of uniform breathing came. Xu Ran, Zhan Beicheng, turned his head and a quiet sleeping face appeared in front of him. He didn't move, just sat quietly. After watching for a long time, he took a breath, put the pen in his hand, gently picked her up, slowly returned to the bedroom, carefully placed her on the bed, carefully covered the quilt, closed the messy hair, and fell on a slightly cool good night kiss before quietly leaving the bedroom.

The moonlight is not beautiful at all. There are only a few lonely cold stars in the distant horizon trying to release the desolate starlight. The lonely wind swept across the rooftop with the coldness of the winter night. The curtains danced, and a faint smell of smoke filled the entire corridor. The dim light could not block the tall and desolate figure.

When Zhang Qingwen came back, it was already very late. The lights in Zhan’s house were all out. The only light source was the faint wall lights in the aisle. The light was not very good, it was very hazy and very cold.

When the faint smell of smoke came, Zhang Qingwen frowned. Zhan Wuji didn't smoke. Old Chief Zhan and his team probably would have to come back several days. The only one who smoked at home was her always introverted and deep son, Zhan Beicheng.

With a step, he slowly walked towards the rooftop, holding the dancing curtain in one hand. Sure enough, Zhan Beicheng was sitting alone in a chair next to the rooftop. There were two bottles of wine on the table next to him. One of them was empty, and the other had half of the wine.

"Chener?" Zhang Qingwen carefully called out, "Why haven't you slept so late? Where is Xingye?"

As he said that, he walked over, bent down, and sat down gracefully in the seat beside Zhanbei City.

"Mom, you're back." Zhan Beicheng spitted a mouthful of cigarettes and spoke softly.

"Well, I just came back, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? Why are you drinking so much wine and smoking so much cigarettes? Have you had a fight with Xingye, or is your work not going well?" Zhang Qingwen looked at the full ashtray with concern and asked gently.

Zhan Beicheng shook his head gently and smiled indifferently, "No, mom, don't think about it. It's just that I haven't sat like this for too long, and I suddenly want to sit."

Zhang Qingwen sighed. How could he not know Zhan Beicheng's thoughts? He always hid everything himself. After he became sensible, he rarely let his parents worry. He did not speak directly like Zhan Xinran, and he would write everything on his face. In the end, it was the most heartbreaking thing that her son was ruthlessly thrown into the army by the old leader Zhan, and then transferred him to the desolate place in the northwest for several years. He decided to let Zhan Beicheng inherit his mantle and become a hard-core and righteous soldier. However, in the end, he was successful, but the hardship made her, a mother, feel extremely distressed.

Of course she still remembered that when she was a child, Zhan Beicheng was often taken to the military region by him. Every time she came back, she was green and purple. She could only apply medicine to Zhan Beicheng with heartache. Sometimes, when she saw Zhan Beicheng gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, she couldn't help but have tears in her eyes.

"Cheng'er, you have a flesh falling from your mother's body. You know your own child, and you still know it. Mom just doesn't want to make you too tired. The family should bear it together if you have anything." Zhang Qingwen lovingly patted Zhan Beicheng's big hand on the corner of the table.

"Mom, I'm really fine. I just miss my grandparents a little. I'm going to go back to the military district tomorrow. When will they come back, you must remember to call me and Xing'er." Zhan Beicheng took a sip of wine, and a smile flashed across his face, and his eyes suddenly became much clearer.

Zhang Qingwen nodded softly, "Then I'm relieved, where is Xingye? Are you asleep?"

"Well, I just went to bed and had been playing for a day today. Maybe I was a little tired and didn't eat much for dinner." Zhan Beicheng spoke in a low voice, turned his deep eyes, slowly leaned into the chair, and looked faintly at the mysterious and lonely night sky.

Speaking of this, Zhang Qingwen couldn't help but sigh, with a hint of heartache in her eyes, "Xingye's child is really heartbreaking. Unexpectedly, her childhood was so difficult. She had wandered alone for so long and had a thin body. What life have you lived over the years? Cheng'er, if you have time in the future, you should spend more time with her. Women always have to take care of her. Xingye's temperament is relatively indifferent. You are a man, you must take the initiative and let her go home and sit for more. Mom can make soup for her and make a good meal for her to eat."

In fact, after learning about Xingye's incident, Zhang Qingwen was always very distressed. Maybe it was because of the fact that maternal love was flooded. Zhan Beicheng never had to worry about anything. Zhan Xinran had been away for many years before. She wanted to care about the children, and the children might not necessarily need her care. After Xingye married into the Zhan family, Zhang Qingwen felt more like a mother. Zhang Qingwen was originally a very open-minded woman, noble and dignified. She would not always carry the thorns of her daughter-in-law like those snobbish rich ladies. Doing that would not be beneficial to everyone. A beautiful and harmonious family needs to maintain and protect each other, right?

Zhan Beicheng was very pleased. He put down the wine glass in his hand, held Zhang Qingwen's hand tightly with his backhand, and his low voice was a little grateful, "Thank you, mom! Xing'er will definitely be very happy, it's me that I'm unfilial."

"What a stupid child! What a filial piety or not? If you really thank me, give birth to a fat grandson and give it a hug for your mother. Mom is trying to get Yuekai into Feng family now. After you have a child, Mom decides to leave and stay at home to take care of your children, haha." Zhang Qingwen smiled lovingly.

Zhan Beicheng laughed brilliantly after hearing this, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

"Mom, it's very late, please go and rest quickly. Don't you still have to be busy with fashion competitions tomorrow?" Zhan Beicheng finally urged Zhang Qingwen.

Zhang Qingwen nodded with a smile, stood up slowly, patted Zhan Beicheng's shoulder, "Then I'll go back first, you should also take a break early, don't drink so much wine and smoke so much, it's not good for your health, do you know?"

Zhan Beicheng nodded gently.

Then, Zhang Qingwen slowly left the rooftop...

The next morning, Xingye woke up very early, and Zhan Beicheng was still asleep. Because he knew Zhan Beicheng was going back to the military district, he carefully got out of bed and washed up, and then turned over some clothes and other things to take him back.

Xingye had just finished tidying up, Zhan Beicheng got up too. After washing, he changed into a camouflage uniform. When he went downstairs to use breakfast together, Xiao Meng and Lao Xu came.

"Chief of Staff! Madam! Sister Xingye! Good morning!" Xiao Meng stood downstairs with a smile on his face, raised his head and looked downstairs at Zhan Beicheng carrying a bag of luggage, rushed up and took the luggage over.

"Haha, why is Xiao Meng so early? Have you used breakfast? Come and have breakfast together. It's the breakfast I made myself!" Zhang Qingwen spoke kindly.

"Madam, don't be busy. I've used it in the military region!" Xiao Meng Han smiled and replied.

"Use it a little more and call Lao Xu over. It's rare for the New Year to come here. Wouldn't you give me face?" Zhang Qingwen smiled.

Xiao Meng suddenly became nervous and grabbed his head, "Madam, I don't have it, I..."

"Go and call Lao Xu in for breakfast." Zhan Beicheng spoke in a deep voice.

"Yes! Chief of Staff!" Xiao Meng then ran out with his luggage happily.

Zhang Qingwen shook her head with a smile, this young man! She is so cute!

"I want to go to the 'bright moon and half breeze' later. Can you take your ride?" Xingye, who had been lowering his head and enjoying breakfast silently, suddenly raised his head, and his little head turned, and his shiny eyes looked at the man sitting beside him.

"Well, I'll send you there. If you don't want to drive, let the old driver come over to pick you up when you come back. When you return to the military district, hang up a phone number and I'll let Lao Xu come over to pick you up." Zhan Beicheng said gently.

"No need, tomorrow is a charity fashion show. I want to go there in person. I may have to go back to the military district only after the day. I can just take the bus back to the evening."

Xingye actually wanted to go out for a walk, but she hadn't relaxed for a long time. It was like going out for a walk around the city alone, looking for the long-lost sense of belonging before. Feng Qi was not at home, Endo Erekawa returned to Japan. Although he often talked on the phone, the longing between his relatives was still quite strong.

Zhan Beicheng did not force her, but just told her to be careful and did not speak anymore.

The sky is not necessarily very good, the clouds are still quite thick, and the sun is unable to pass through it. There is no warm sunshine, the wind is very cool, and the world is hazy.

The car slowly stopped on the street not far in front of Mingyuebanqingfeng Gate.

"You go back quickly, I'll get out of the car." Xingye quickly pushed open the car door.

"Xing'er, wait a moment!" Zhan Beicheng suddenly called out and blocked Xingye's waist with one hand.

Xingye turned around in surprise and looked at Zhanbei City indifferently, "What's wrong?"

Zhan Beicheng's eyes were very deep. He raised his hand and grabbed Xingye's hand. He kissed the back of her hand very gentlemanly, "Be careful, go home early."

Xingye smiled faintly, Xu Ran closed his eyes, nodded gently, and then slowly opened it, turned around, bent his slender waist, and a cool kiss fell on Zhan Beicheng's handsome face, like a dragonfly, and then got out of the car...

After a long time, Xiao Meng, who had been peeking out of the mirror, smiled ambiguously, exchanged a look with Lao Xu, and grinned evilly.

"I'll laugh again and let you run twenty laps!" Zhan Beicheng's handsome face was clearly stained with heat, and a suspicious red light gradually climbed up.

"Chief of Staff, don't be serious with us. You see, Director He is not afraid of anything! It's good to be with Sister Li Hui!"

“Add fifty push-ups!”

Xiao Meng was so scared that he quickly reached out to cover his mouth, stared at Zhanbeicheng and secretly observed.

"Drive." A low voice came.

"Yes, Chief!"

...

As the car gradually faded away and slowly disappeared from the corner of the street, Xingye took his eyes lightly, raised his face, and looked at the "bright moon and half breeze" that had been operating for many years. His heart was a little warm and a little sour.

After staring at the big sign for a long time, she stood on the street opposite the "Bai Yue Bai Qing Feng". She also came the day before yesterday, but forgot about the Spring Festival holiday. There was no one in the store, and Sister Huang and the others were back home for the New Year.

A shallow stream of light flowed through his eyes like a star. He was about to step across the street and walk in, but at this moment, a familiar sound came from beside him.

"Xing'er..." The low voice was filled with a hint of vicissitudes of life.

Xingye turned his head in surprise, raised his eyes and saw Wen Weida in a black suit standing not far beside him, with a personal secretary following him.

"Uncle Wen..." Xingye looked at him in surprise and called out lightly, but there was no change in Suya's face, and she was very calm.

Wen Weida smiled kindly, "I thought you would come to see you too, and I knew that 'Bai Yue and Qingfeng' were open for business today, so I came to see you. I didn't expect that I could really meet you."

"Is there anything that Uncle Wen has to ask me for?" Xingye frowned slightly and whispered.

"Is Xing'er convenient? I want to find a place to sit down and talk to you..."

Xingye thought for a moment, but did not refuse. In her eyes, Wen Weida was just a poor man. If it weren't for Liu Sisi's interference, I believe she and her mother Feng Lianna would be a good couple. Unfortunately, luck makes people feel bad. Sometimes, people who are not in love will definitely be together. The world is too big, so many tragedies always happen.

The man in front of you is a tragedy, but, thinking about it, what about your father? Isn’t it a tragedy?

I don’t know if it was intentional, Wen Weida chose a Japanese-style tea room. The two ordered some tea and some special snacks, so they sat down.

"Male Way" sounded leisurely, and the tune was a little sad. I don't know if it was singing the man in front of him. There was too much black stream of light in his eyes, as if there was the desperate black edge in front of him. No matter how bright the light was, it could not penetrate. The lonely and desolate feeling emitted by his body was always something that I could experience in the late night.

He raised his plain hand gently and poured a cup of seven-quarters full of tea for Wen Weida. Xingye did not speak, but took the tea leisurely, took a sip, and let the faint fragrance of tea flow through his nose and spread into his throat.

Wen Weida raised his hand politely and gracefully to order the coffee table corner, then picked up the tea and tasted it, "I went to Fengshi to find you several times. I knew you were on a business trip. I originally wanted to call you out, but I didn't know your number."

Wen Weida Xu Ran smiled, his smile was very gentle.

Xingye was slightly stunned, looked at Wen Weida lightly, and soon lowered his eyes. His white fingertips wiped his pockets, slowly took out a business card, and handed it to Wen Weida.

"This is my private phone call. If you have any needs, you can contact me."

Wen Weida reached out to take it, took a look, and then put it in his pocket very cutely.

"I heard that you and your wife..." Xingye spoke softly, his eyes very lightly.
To be continued...