The most helpless night falls, when the lonely cool breeze blows past the tender and soft weeping willows, an inexplicable melancholy floats in the air, everything is quiet and peaceful. (Good novel)

Zhan Beicheng was wearing a nightgown, and a windbreaker was simply worn on his shoulder. He sat in an office chair as steady as Mount Tai. His eyes were as cautious as a cat, and he locked the computer screen deeply. His slender fingers held the mouse lightly and moved leisurely. He also held a cigarette in his mouth. The faint smell of smoke filled the surroundings, and the slight clouds gave people a feeling of ethereality.

Finally, after closing the last window and turning off the phone, Zhan Beicheng extinguished the half-burned cigarette in his mouth in the ashtray on his left hand, rubbing his eyebrows tiredly. The feeling of sleepiness came over and touched the right hand habitually, but he couldn't find the target for a long time, so he raised his eyes and looked over.

Empty and nothing, a deep black eyes rippled with a deep overflowing color, and the indifferent and elegant face suddenly brushed across my head, as clear as the proudly blooming cold plum blossom beside the wall in winter, and the clouds and wind that seemed to be unchanged.

A faint smile appeared on Junya's face. She was a lonely and interesting woman!

He leaned gently on the back of the chair and took out another cigarette, slowly ignited it, narrowed his eyes slightly, and spit out a lazily. He looked at the phone next to the table for a long time with deep eyes.

Finally, he raised his hand and grabbed the phone...

The sound of the guitar accompaniment of Guyun sounded over and over again, as if there was no sign of stopping. Xingye, who was sitting on the sofa watching TV with her knees, turned his head silently, and looked at the phone that kept ringing. There was a hint of hesitation in her vagina, and the stars were shining, and her white fingers slowly stretched over.

"Hey?" The light voice like the autumn wind, accompanied by a hint of hoarseness, was her unique voice.

Zhan Beicheng breathed a sigh of relief and finally answered the phone.

"Hey? Hello, I'm Zhan Beicheng." After briefly introducing myself, he continued, "Sorry, I'm disturbing you so late."

Hearing the low and powerful voice on the other end of the phone, Xingye couldn't help but be surprised. A confusion flashed through his obsidian-like beautiful eyes, and a moment of tranquility immediately broke out.

"Hello. Your clothes and phone are falling down. You are about to wash them and then take them to you." The plain tone was not very emotional.

"Well, I just remembered that my phone fell down."

"I'll send it to you tomorrow." Xingye thought for a while and said this.

"No need, I'll go over, I recognize the way, I'll say hello to you, haven't you rested yet?" It was as calm as if two friends were chatting with each other, without much deliberation and discomfort.

Xingye slightly tightened the pillow in his arms, bent his legs, and leaned against the sofa, "No, I don't have the habit of going to bed early, watch TV."

"European and American blockbuster?" Zhan Beicheng spat out a mouthful of cigarettes, gently placed them on the ash, and asked with his eyebrows raised.

Xingye's clear starry eyes looked at the TV screen lightly and said quietly, "That's not, it's Pandora's Heart. A Japanese cartoon from some eras. I think the comics inside are good and the story is very attractive."

"Do you like comics very much?" Zhan Beicheng didn't know why he suddenly had so many questions, and a desire to understand her seemed to arise in his heart.

"Well, I like its artistic form, and I like the meaning it contains, and of course, the graceful and soft lines." A softness was slightly dyed on her white and beautiful face. Although her tone was light, she unknowingly lacked a sense of indifference.

"You draw very well, but it's a bit monotonous." Zhan Beicheng suddenly remembered the half-finished painting in the drawer, and expressed his own opinion without hesitation.

A shallow stream of light flashed in the starry night's black pupils. He bent over, took the water on the table, took a sip, moistened his throat, and said, "Because I don't know what to draw."

"Don't you like traveling very much? There are many things you can draw. I really feel that there is nothing to draw. It's better to draw branches and flowers next to you to make up the numbers."

"Do you think paintings are still like your previous Anti-Japanese War? As long as a man can catch them on the battlefield, as long as they are immortal, they have to rush forward." Xingye tightly held the slightly warm water cup in his hand, and a calm smile flashed across his delicate Shengya's little face.

Zhan Beicheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, chuckled faintly, and then a low voice passed, "The War of Resistance Against Japan? Your metaphor is interesting! However, there are age restrictions for joining the army. There are clear regulations on when to join the army and when to retire. Unlike what you said, if you are a man, you must go to the army."

Two embarrassing red clouds flew slightly across Xingye's face, and took another sip of water before speaking, "Don't they all act like this on TV? When I watch war movies, I can see such short and thin little ghosts carrying guns and shouting to kill."

"It seems that your understanding of our army is very special. Another day, I invite you to visit our military region and you will know what's going on. OK, it's getting late, so you can rest early. I'll go there tomorrow afternoon. You should be at home, right?"

Zhan Beicheng has always been disliked to go round and talk directly about whatever he wants to say or do, so he didn't expect whether such a situation would be abrupt. After all, he is also a person who often gives orders.

"Well, okay, I'll wait for you. When I'm here, I'll call me."

"Okay, your number?" Zhan Beicheng extinguished the cigarette in his hand, pulled out the drawer under the table, and quickly took out the pen and paper.

"xxxx, I'm sorry, I'll let you come here." Xingye felt a little apology.

"It's okay, didn't you treat me to dinner too? The hot pot there is as you said, it's good!" Zhan Beicheng closed the cover with one hand and replied.

"I'll invite you another day, okay, I'll hang up, so I'll take a break soon."

"Well, so do you."

After speaking, there was a sound of hanging up from Xingye. Zhan Beicheng quickly hung up the phone, tore off the paper with the number, packed up the things, and then slowly walked out of the study...
Chapter completed!