The sunset hangs slanted on the hills over there, and the holy golden light spreads over the whole world. The warm afterglow shook down the big and small figures squatting side by side through the thin air.

A few breeze blew past, a faint fragrance quickly spread under the tip of the nose, a few strands of thin hair slid across the shoulders, and with the breeze, the slender and white plain hands overlapped together, and a big hand was placed on the shoulder.

"This sunset is good, a little warm, and occasionally sunbathing is good for the body." A calm voice came, with a hint of indifferent softness.

Xingye narrowed his beautiful autumn eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked at the red sun in the sky. A cool voice sounded, "Well, it would be great if he could have such a beautiful and warm sunset every day."

"A naive little rice bucket!" Zhan Beicheng rebuked lightly, with a hint of doting light in his black eyes. "If you are so drying every day, you are probably about the same as a black man, and you will be so skinny that you will be skinned."

As he said that, he slowly took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket and was about to take one out. The keen one soon felt a slightly cool and light warning gaze coming from beside him. With a raised eyebrows, he asked in a low voice, "You want one too?"

Xingye looked at Zhanbeicheng with a little coldness, and the warning became a little richer. He raised his bare hand and slowly took the cigarette bag from his hand. His cool tone was stained with a little blame, "This cigarette seems good, one pack a day on average, right?"

"Well, it's good. Two a day, I'm not addicted to smoking." Zhan Beicheng lies shamelessly, with a calm and calm face, and there is no trace of lying on his face.

"I don't like you smoking too much cigarette." Xingye spoke lightly, then stretched out his bare hands and took the cigarette bag in Zhan Beicheng's hand. "It's not good for your health, so please less in the future."

Zhan Beicheng raised his eyebrows, waved his hand slowly, and handed the cigarette between his fingers to Xingye, and whispered, "You don't just want me to squat like this with you all the time, right? I'm a little hungry when I find a place to have supper. I'm going to take you to the night market later. ("

"Do you like to visit the night market?" Xingye raised his head, looked at Zhanbeicheng with a serious face, and asked quietly.

"It's not a good idea to be fond of it. If you're full, there's nothing wrong with digesting it." Zhan Beicheng replied in a calm voice.

A faint ripples were ripped through Xingye's white face, and a cool voice came, "What a foodie."

As he said that, he slowly stood up, "Where can you eat?"

"I want to eat something?" A low voice came.

The clear and moving eyes as bright as obsidian turned, and the light was everywhere. I turned my head slightly and thought about it. Xingye said, "Hotpot."

Upon hearing this, Zhan Beicheng directly rejected it and shook his head, "If you don't eat hot pot, this weather is not suitable."

Of course, Zhan Beicheng remembers that every time they had dinner together, a girl seemed to be able to only order hot pot and cook everything in one pot. She thought that her style was single and unchanged.

"Will you share the weather when you have a meal? And the hot pot tastes very good, doesn't it?" Xingye asked faintly, blinking his clear eyes.

"Change a taste." Zhan Beicheng replied.

"What other flavor can I change? Isn't it just those foods? Otherwise, we'll be extravagant?" Xingye's delicate and elegant face was filled with a smile.

This time Zhan Beicheng didn't reply again. He stretched out his big hand and directly grabbed Miss Xingye's white wrist and pulled her forward...

Night fell quietly, and the street lights on both sides of the street were lit up. On the wide street, cars were like flowing water and crowds were like the sea.

A pair of young couples in love hugged each other, and the laughter of happiness spread far and far away. Originally, the day is work time, and at night, it is a good opportunity to date and communicate with each other. It is a rare time to have free time, and having fun is of course a good thing.

So, under the bright and gorgeous lights, there were such a young couple, a cold and handsome man, and a gentle and beautiful woman, walking leisurely.

"Zhe, how long has it been since we had a walk together like this?" Wen Qinya gently held Su Muzhe's arm, and a gentle and delicate voice came over.

The cold face stuttered slightly, the tightly pursed lips slightly pulled, and a hint of gentleness was sandwiched in a slightly cold voice, "It's been a long time since you left without saying goodbye."

"I'm sorry, Zhe! That thing is mine. I believe we will be happy in the future." Wen Qinya blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Su Muzhe with a moving look.

"Don't mention the past things again. I didn't blame you." Su Muzhe replied calmly, "I told you that I have always been an exception to you, but I don't want to have a second time, Xiaoya."

"Exception? Is Miss Xingye an exception? I heard from Xiaoxue that you seem to be very special to her."

"She? You are not the same type of people, Xiaoya."

Su Muzhe replied calmly, but unexpectedly, a crimson figure passed by his mind without warning, and suddenly remembered that they had walked through the bustling streets like this many times, and she seemed to never speak, just following him silently.

In Su Muzhe's memory, Xingye has always been a quiet and elegant woman. He rarely sees her emotional turmoil, and always looks so calm and gentle. Sometimes, he feels like a gust of wind that makes him unable to pursue. When he is with her, he feels very ethereal. Su Muzhe doesn't know if he doesn't like this illusory feeling, so he doesn't get close.

She is a special woman, and Su Muzhe has always thought so.

"Zhe!Zhe! What are you thinking? Didn't you even hear me?" Just as Su Muzhe was in deep thought, Wen Qinya next to her suddenly shook his arm and called out.

"Zhe!"

Only then did Su Muzhe come back to his senses from his thoughts and replied in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"I just talked to you, haven't you heard it?" Wen Qinya looked at Su Muzhe with some disappointment.

"When you are thinking about something, let's go to have a meal first." Su Muzhe replied calmly.

"What are you thinking?" Wen Qinya raised her face and asked Su Muzhe carefully.

But Su Muzhe still looked serious, "It's nothing, it's just a job."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qinya did not ask any more questions, so she lowered her head, gently held Su Muzhe's arm, and followed him like a bird.

The wind at night is actually a bit cool. Although the steps of summer are getting closer, the coolness of spring is still there. The sonorous steps are coming, and a refreshing fragrance floats in the air, with a hint of soft harmony. The figures of one big and one small reflect on the ground, dragging the old elder by the dim light.

‘Ting-Ting-Ting-Ting.’ On the quiet sidewalk, I was awakened by the sound of footsteps.

"The night is nice tonight, the moon is bright, and the stars are very bright." A light tone came, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness. As he said, his slender and beautiful fingertips gently pulled the big jacket that was draped on his shoulders.

It was the green jacket in Zhanbeicheng that he was wearing just right, but it was a bit wide when worn by the Starry Night girl. It looked even thinner when she looked like this.

Zhan Beicheng slightly tightened his arms on Xingye's shoulders, just wearing a thin shirt, and his strong and upright figure showed a kind of courageous beauty. Xingye turned his head slightly and looked at him with a deep face. His elegant and beautiful face turned red.

"Is it cold?" Xingye asked softly, and said, intending to return the coat on his shoulder.

The gentle voice came, which made Zhan Beicheng slightly stunned. He quickly lowered his eyes and looked at the little woman beside him. A hint of relief and joy quickly rose in his black eyes. The cool and soft light slowly bloomed from the deep eyes as deep as the sea. A bit of softness was dyed on his tight handsome face.

"It's not cold, you can put it on." The slender finger raised and gently attached the jade hand she put on her thin shoulders.

"Are you going back tomorrow?" Xingye slowly lowered his beautiful clear eyes, and there was an indescribable loneliness in his heart, and he asked in a low voice.

Zhan Beicheng looked at Xingye deeply, stopped calmly, tightened his iron arms, and Xingye was quickly brought into his arms. His deep eyes were flashing with an inexplicable light. He spoke in a low voice, "Listen to me, Xing'er."

The black eyes were locked tightly on Xingye, and the hoarse voice was a little reluctant, "I will be back on the weekend. Don't worry too much about grandpa's affairs. Please accept the facts happily. I believe you and support you."

"But, I will take over Feng tomorrow. I hope you can come and hold the handover meeting with me, okay?" The clear voice was accompanied by a faint plea. Xingye didn't know why he wanted to see him at that time. Is it because he was used to the time he was with him? In this way, no matter what he encountered, he habitually thought that with him, everything might become easier, or, perhaps because he saw him, a faint sense of security would arise in his heart?

At this time, Zhan Beicheng suddenly laughed softly. The smile was as gorgeous as summer flowers. The shallow dimples seemed to have become the fatal temptation for Xingye. So the silly Xingye girl immersed in his smile, and her white fingertips slowly stretched out. She touched Zhan Beicheng's handsome face, and her cool fingertips were actually slightly trembling.

"You smile, really, very good-looking." She said lightly, and at some point in her clear and moving eyes, a trace of confusion had been stained with...
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