The moonlight was like silver, quietly covering the ground. Today is already thirteenth. Soon, it is fifteenth again. The moonlight approaching fifteenth is still quite attractive. Although the moon still has some gaps, the moonlight is good, bright and bright, as if it is not stained with a trace of impurities, crystal clear, the evening breeze is slightly cool, and the night is just right.

The Zhan Family Villa, shrouded in such soft moonlight, is also the time for the bright lights.

In the inner hall of the villa, the old leader Zhan, who had just eaten, was sitting leisurely in front of the sofa, holding a toothpick in his mouth, and a cup of steaming tea on the coffee table in front of him. The old leader seemed to be very energetic, squinting his sharp hawk eyes and staring at the TV screen.

Political Commissar Yu was sitting on the right hand of the old leader Zhan, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and his old hands were leisurely waving and looking at concentration. Zhan Wuji and Zhang Qingwen were sitting on the sofa near the old leader Zhan.

The Zhan family usually sits together after dinner, watch TV, chat and so on, just like now.

‘Himmer! Hiccup!’ Old Chief Zhan burped two consecutively, turning the toothpick in his mouth with two fingers.

"Image, appearance! Be careful!" Yu Dan frowned, stopped the movement in his hand, raised his head slightly to look at the husband beside him, and reminded him dissatisfiedly.

The old leader Zhan turned his face and looked at Yu Dan calmly. Xu Ran picked up the tea on the coffee table, blew it on, then took a sip, and said to Zhan Wuji who was sitting there, "Give me that remote control! What's this thing? A group of madmen, shy, show a car, and have to get girls to go up and twist, like what! Give it to me!"

He pointed at the remote control in front of Zhan Wuji's coffee table and roared.

"Awen wants to observe the clothes of those car models and look for inspiration. Why are you messing around?" Political Commissar Yu frowned and said.

"Give me the remote control!"

"dad……"

"Wuji, give it to dad! There is nothing good to watch in these auto shows!" Zhang Qingwen smiled gently.

The old leader Zhan took over the remote control handed over by Zhan Wuji and quickly adjusted the platform.

"Oh, why haven't Cheng'er come back yet? He went out without even dinner!" Zhang Qingwen frowned and sighed softly.

Yu Dan put the sweater that had just been beaten aside in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked at Zhan Wuji and Zhang Qingwen, "Okay, you don't have to worry, they are all such a big person."

Zhang Qingwen's graceful and beautiful face became a little depressed. She raised her beautiful eyes in worry and looked at the old leader Zhan and Zhengminister Yu who sat firmly, "Dad, mom, what's going on with Cheng'er? I..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Wuji had already reached out to stop Zhang Qingwen's words. A graceful smile appeared on his handsome face, and a gentle tone came, "Don't worry, Awen, we don't need to worry about Cheng'er's affairs!"

As soon as Zhan Wuji's words fell, Zhang Qingwen immediately raised her face and looked at Zhan Wuji for a moment, "What does this mean?"

Zhan Wuji smiled and replied softly, "That girl, I have seen, is a very good girl, worthy of Cheng'er. The last time the bureau held a celebration banquet, I met them who were eating at the 'Tianwai Restaurant' and even greeted the girl, which was very good!"

"Why haven't you ever heard me mention it?" Zhang Qingwen glanced at Zhan Wuji with some dissatisfaction.

"Cheng'er specially asked me to keep this secret for him, but, looking at it, there is no need to keep it."

At this time, the old leader Zhan, who was watching TV, suddenly coughed a few times and cleared his throat, "Have you seen it all? Are you satisfied?"

"Look at what you say, it seems like you are going to buy something! The heat is not enough now, and I don't know if that move will work, and I didn't hear any news!" Political Commissar Yu sighed.

Zhang Qingwen and Zhan Wuji looked at each other in confusion, and then looked at Yu Dan for some unknown reason.

"Mom, have you put some condom on Cheng'er? When I came back tonight, I saw him sitting alone in the inner hall watching TV with a cold face. Did something happen?"

"It's okay, just give him some pressure. Power comes out of the gun! A wife comes out under the suppression! Don't worry." Chief Zhan put the remote control in his hand on the coffee table, stood up neatly, grabbed his head, and walked out with his hands in his arms, "I'll go up first, there's no good show, so why not go back to read a book, OK, OK, you guys watch it! You guys watch it! What kind of show! Crying and can't stand it! It's just fucking nonsense. If it's my soldiers, I'll catch them all for ideological education!"

While shaking his head and howled a few times, he went upstairs in a depressed mood.

"Mom? This..." Zhang Qingwen looked at the thin figure of the old leader Zhan, and looked at Yu Dan at a loss.

Yu Dan had a fox-like smile on the corner of his mouth, and he held the sweater that had been knitted halfway, and stood up happily, "You guys, don't worry, let me keep it steady."

"mom!"

"Okay, I'll go back to read the book too, you guys can read it!"

Zhan Wuji raised his eyebrows and had to reply, "Then mom, let's take a break early!"

"Um!"

"Have you really seen that girl?" As soon as Yu Dan left, Zhang Qingwen immediately raised her arm and gently touched Zhan Wuji next to her.

"Well, I've seen it, a good girl, and it's quite pleasing to see it. I think you'll like her too. I just don't know when this kid Cheng'er will bring it back for us. Last time I asked him to bring that girl back, I didn't see any news!"

"Otherwise, let Cheng'er bring it back for a look tomorrow?"

"He? Don't think about it. I'm not talking about it yet!" Zhan Wuji shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Zhang Qingwen had no choice but to sigh, "This city's marriage is definitely a big deal, and we need to worry about it. Ran'er is 27 years old this year, right? Alas, they are all children who are not worry-free, and there are always things that make us worry about! These two children!"

"Okay, the children of the Zhan family are all very good. Don't worry about these major marriages. Just manage your company well. Let them do whatever they want!"

...

The moonlight was bright, shaking off the silver light all over the ground. On the quiet street, two tall figures slowly walked across the street, and the light figures were quite harmonious.

The quiet night suddenly made the two of their footsteps particularly clear, and a fresh and elegant fragrance floated in the air. The faint street lights were still shining quietly there, but with a little gentleness.

"I'm really determined to get the certificate tomorrow?" His low voice was hoarse. Zhan Beicheng finally asked again in order to make sure. His deep eyes turned and sharply locked Xingye's elegant and simple little face.

Xingye raised his eyes lightly and looked back at the black eyes indifferently. A cool tone like a breeze came, "If you don't want to, I will not force you. In fact, I feel like this, which makes you feel like you are being used. It's okay, you can refuse."

There was still no ups and downs, as dull as water, but when I heard Zhan Beicheng's ears, I felt a little desolate, and a quiet voice fell, "Did I say I don't want to? I don't want you to have any regrets."

"What else can I regret? Sometimes, once you choose some road, you can only move forward. Speaking of this, I have a word to ask you, are you really willing to marry me who has nothing?" Xingye stopped quietly, his starry eyes flashed with colorful eyes, and said lightly, "Using your conditions, you can find a woman with a bright light, not me who is so down and out."

Hearing this, Zhan Beicheng's sharp eagle eyes sank slightly. After a moment of silence, he replied in a deep voice, "The Zhan family doesn't need any bright wife, as long as it's my favorite, it's fine."

After saying that, he moved forward again.

"Then according to your wishes, can you prepare all the materials tomorrow?" Moran asked.

"How many points will the Civil Affairs Bureau close? Otherwise, we will go now?" A low and powerful voice came, which proved his determination, but then, a stream of light flashed through the deep eyes, "Are you so anxious to marry me?"

A faint red cloud was dyed on the face as simple as the breeze, a colorful look appeared in the beautiful eyes, and a rose-like red lips opened lightly, "Just pretend I haven't said it."

"Do you think there is any way to take back what you said?" A slow and low laughter came, warming up such a desolate night.

Xingye suddenly felt a surprise flashing through his heart. The light from the corner of his eyes was clear and gentle. He secretly swept the tough man beside him. His tone had a hint of lightness. She whispered, "I am not your soldier, so you are not allowed to talk to me in such a commanding tone."

A beautiful smile as beautiful as a summer flower suddenly burst out from his handsome face. The clear laughter seemed to pass through the warm sunshine and illuminate a dark corner of Xingye's heart. In a trance, she seemed to see that there seemed to be a soft golden light beside him, dispelling the desolation of the night, leaving behind a series of soft and warm lights.

"It's glorious to be my soldier!" Zhan Beicheng laughed loudly, "So, you should feel honored."

Xingye frowned in surprise, lowered his head and seemed to think for a while. After a long time, he raised his head, slowed down his pace, turned his head, and looked at Zhan Beicheng quietly, but his tone was very light, "I don't like being controlled by someone. After marriage, you must give me freedom, can you?"

"No one will restrain you. As long as you take good care of yourself, you can do whatever you want."

In fact, there was always such an idea in Zhan Beicheng's heart. As long as she promised him, he was willing to do everything he could to meet all the conditions she proposed.

"Thank you." Thousands of words seemed to be able to turn into such a sentence.

"I don't like you saying thank you to me." Zhan Beicheng glanced at Xingye deeply, and a low voice came, "Let's go, I'll send you back, it's very late."

Hearing this, Xingye raised his head and looked at the deep night sky, but shook his head. Xu Ran stopped and said softly, "The night is good tonight, I want to see the stars."

As he said that, he pulled the big windbreaker on his shoulder with one hand, walked towards the bench by the street, and slowly sat down. Zhan Beicheng had no choice but to stop and follow him.

"The starry sky here seems to be much better than the ones in the northwest. Although the night sky is not as clear and transparent as the ones in the northwest, the moon and stars shrouded in the hazy are more attractive." Zhan Beicheng's deep eyes as deep as the sea flashed through a colorful look, looking at Xingye's clear face, and spoke in a deep voice.

I quietly retracted my cool gaze from the other end of the starry sky, and looked at Zhanbei City lightly. A trace of softness was dyed on my white face as white as snow. The clear and gentle sound was as clear as the clear spring flowing through a mountain stream. "Where can these stars be different? It's just that people who appreciate it have different moods. The northwest is north, the weather is relatively dry and there is not much water vapor in the air. City Z is located in the southeast. It is still in the plum rain season. The weather is relatively humid, and with the thin fog, it will naturally be a little hazy."

"Geography is good!" Zhan Beicheng gave a simple comment.

As soon as these words came out, a shallow smile quietly flashed across Xingye's mouth, and he replied with a hurried look, "This time, you guessed it wrong. When I was studying, I often failed in the geography. When I saw Jingwei Net, I felt dizzy, let alone the commercial grain base and the regional style of various regions."

"These are all memorable things. If you can't learn well, it means you are lazy and you are embarrassed to say it. You should conduct a deep self-examination." Zhan Beicheng rebuked, completely ignoring the bright and red face of Miss Xingye.

Of course, after hearing this, Miss Xingye couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied. She glanced at Zhan Beicheng indifferently, then looked at the sky stairs silently, and her light tone came with the wind, "Do you have a good geography?"

Zhan Beicheng raised his black eyes, nodded happily, and replied in a deep voice, "Of course, I have excellent grades in each subject, except..."

"Except what?" Xingye suddenly felt a little interested and then asked.

"Apart from Chinese!" An indescribable slight heat flashed across Junya's face. It was the first time that he had exposed his shortcomings in front of others when he Zhan Beicheng.

The starry night's brilliant starry eyes, like stars, quickly passed by a soft light, and the low smile was accompanied by a subtle hoarseness, "If you lack your legs, what's the difficulty of Chinese? I don't even have to read books, and I can get an excellent exam at will. This shows that you have not accumulated enough, and the most important thing is that you are not patriotic enough."

Zhan Beichengjun had an elegant smile on his face and said, "Woman who refuses to suffer losses! I'm very happy to win a game back? Who told you that Chinese literature is not good and you are not patriotic? I am not patriotic, can I go to the army? What theory and thought are you?"

"Isn't it? Everyone says that. If you don't admit it, no one forces you to admit it. Just know it silently in your heart." Xingye frowned in surprise, looked at Zhan Beicheng quietly, but there was a hint of smile in his eyes.

"I won't explain, you can explore it yourself." Zhan Beicheng replied in a deep voice.

At this moment, a breeze suddenly passed by, and a quiet and elegant fragrance came. I felt something gentle passing through his face, stretching his slender fingers upwards, and a pinch of thin black hair slid across his fingers.

Xingye immediately raised his hand and closed his hair, and his body shivered involuntarily.

"The wind is a bit strong, go back." Zhan Beicheng said in a low voice, stretched out his long arms and pulled the collar for her.

He nodded happily, Xingye stood up quietly, walked forward lightly, and said lightly, "Let's go, hurry up and pick up the car, I'll wait for you on the side of the road."

The slender index finger pointed to the dim street lamp on the side of the road, and the clear glass-like eyes flashed with a moving light.

"Stay well, five minutes!" Zhan Beicheng just replied in a low voice. The man had already strode out and soon walked around the sidewalk to the other side of the road.

His eyes were light and shallow, although he was still infected with a hint of coldness, but he followed the tall and majestic figure and moved towards the equally quiet and clean street opposite him little by little.

Sure enough, five minutes later, a black high-end sports car slowly appeared in Xingye's sight and stopped steadily in front of her. Then, the half-open window was shaken down. Soon, a calm voice came from the car, "Get on the car!"

Xingye suddenly looked up and found that Zhan Beicheng's slender finger was holding a freshly lit cigarette, gently placing it on the window frame, and the smoke lingering in the car was filled with a faint smoke fragrance.

She stepped forward, Youtong was silent for a moment, her white fingertips were stained with a hint of coldness, she gently buckled the car window, then stretched out her index finger, pointed to the driver's seat next door, and signaled Zhan Beicheng to sit over.

The black eyebrows raised, Zhan Beicheng stared at Xingye with a meaningful look for a long time before Xu Ran nodded and went directly to the passenger seat. Then he raised the cigarette in his hand, took a deep breath, and extinguished half of the cigarette in the ashtray in front of the car...

However, when he returned to the small building, Ye was already very quiet. Zhan Beicheng gave a few simple instructions and sent Xingye to the door before turning around. When he heard the sound of the car going away from downstairs, Xingye suddenly felt an unusual fatigue. His limp body could not dispel the chill that was lingering everywhere. His gloomy heart was filled with the seemingly undissipating gloom.
To be continued...