"Be careful, please be careful." The waiter was holding a pot of hot tea in one hand. Although there were people coming and going in the inn, this did not hinder his pace. He still turned to the private room on the second floor in a few steps.

It is said that it is a private room. In such a small place, it is just a roll of bamboo curtains to isolate the bustle of the outside room, barely blocking some unnecessary voices.

With the bamboo curtain lifted, the waiter showed a habitual smile with the spring breeze on his face, "Your chrysanthemum tea."

The girl smiled and thanked her first. In Xinling, she really couldn't compare with Kyoto. She was an ordinary cup of chrysanthemum tea, and the technique seemed to be a bit bad.

But, it's okay.

She just happened to be a little thirsty and was bored. She ignored some of the broken residue that could not be filtered off at the bottom of the cup, and drank absent-mindedly on her lips.

"Do you have anything else?" Xiao Er asked in confusion with the handle of the furnace.

This girl doesn't know who she is waiting for, and she always comes here at the beginning of every month. She either orders a cup of flower tea or simply doesn't order anything, leaning lazily against the window. Sometimes when she comes to her senses, it's already half over a day.

Logically speaking, such a guest officer who is sitting in the room should be swept out, but this girl seems to have some friendship with their boss, so he can only entertain her well.

"Recently." Ling Yue's hands, which were placed under the table, were held together because she was a little nervous. "Is there anyone from Kyoto?"

Just like a flying bird, whether it is a forced migration in the changing seasons, or it is just an instinct to fly. However, if you can find a place to settle down, the heart will have its roots. Even if she clearly knows that the consequence will be that even her natural wings will lose their innate ability.

"Kyoto?" The waiter scratched his head. The girl was really embarrassed by him. He asked such questions every time he met, and his answer could only be disappointing. "Girl, in fact, our small and remote place is a remote place. If we are really a noble person from Kyoto, how could we come here!"

Ling Yue stopped talking. She has learned a lot in these days. For example, at present, there is really no need to explain a lot to people who are unrelated, because if you try your best, they will not empathize with each other. This is not ruthlessness, but truly unable to understand it. So even if she wants to find someone to tell her, she has no idea how to start.

Some things that just think of them makes the heart feel dense and painful, but as time goes by, it seems to fade a little. But the geese leave traces, the pain will weaken or even become dull, and the depression is like a pot of aged wine, which will only accumulate deeper and deeper.

Besides, what a person has experienced can be described clearly in just a few words: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The private room surrounded the second floor, and she was almost the only one on the seats next to the window on this side.

The tranquility of a person is also the loneliness of a person. But she still likes to go to the foot of the mountain. In addition to waiting for people, she also wants to taste these worldly fireworks.

Most people like Master can do it. He is used to burying his past under all the skin, and is almost too rational. He is always like a day, and is not the loneliness that ordinary people can tolerate, but he has not destroyed him.

But, she can't do it.

The expectations that are ready to move in my heart are like the grassland after a wildfire, decayed and disorganized, but are always filled with a kind of madness that goes straight to the sky.

Will there be one day when a young man with a long body appeared at one end of the long street? Will there be a moment when the eyebrows and eyes passed by are also familiar with each other. Will she be able to touch the warmth of the past in a few words from the people around her?

In the end, will there be that day?

Ling Yue rubbed the teacup in her hand and was stunned for a long time, so she realized that the waiter who had just delivered tea to her had been staying on the second floor. At this time, she carried the tea stove and went down the wooden building that was shaking and shaking.

She hesitated for a moment, then raised the bamboo curtain and walked along the direction of the waiter's departure. She came to this tavern many times, but she had never seen any guests other than her in the private room on the second floor. It would be impossible to say that it was not curious.

"Waiter!" Before the person met, the boy's tedious and procrastinating voice suddenly came out through the bamboo curtain, "Are you ready?"

There was a rustling sound from the bamboo curtain, as if it was the sound of the fabric rubbing caused by someone to get up.

Ling Yue was a little panicked for a moment and stood there and didn't know what to do.

The corridor outside the second floor private room is narrow and it is almost impossible to accommodate two people in parallel at the same time. In such an environment, she naturally does not want to face a stranger.

Besides, for some reason, she seems to be particularly afraid of meeting people now.

A person who has been carefully protecting the sores and wants to hide everything with a smile, suddenly one day he has to show all this in front of others.

In any case, Ling Yue was unwilling to do so. Even this so-called person would not have any actual impact on her.

He turned around and walked anxiously, his skirt was stepped on by his shoes, and his movements couldn't help but stagnate. At this moment, the bamboo curtain behind him was lifted up.

The young man who was talking couldn't wait for the waiter's reply and couldn't hold back his temper, so he had already come out.

It was over, and it was backfired. Ling Yue covered her forehead with her hands, covering half of her face.

She was only concerned about escaping from such a scene, but she didn't notice that the young man who was lifting the curtain stood behind her without saying a word.

Ling Yue was still trampled under her feet, but she obviously didn't notice this when she ran away, or she didn't have time to notice it.

In short, the hem of the skirt became the biggest burden of her escape this time. She twisted her ankle and her forehead directly hit the wall in front of her.

How could this be... It's so disgraceful. Ling Yue closed her eyes tightly, but the expected pain did not come, and instead it was soft and warm.

Someone laughed in her ear, like a breeze blowing by, but it was the only summer breeze, which made people feel itchy, "I finally found you."

Ling Yue knew in her heart that he shouldn't have any too much involvement with such herself, so she never missed him in her expectation day and night. But when she woke up from her dreams, her figure crashed into her world again and again.

Someone is as domineering as ever.

Su Yunqi pressed the smile that was about to fly up the corner of his lips, and opened his hands that were hanging beside him. Finally, he couldn't help but give the girl in front of him a big hug.

His voice was not loud, and he even deliberately let it go very lightly and slowly. "I'm here, don't leave." It was like the girl in front of him was a willow catkins, and the wind dissipated. At that time, where would he go to find her?
Chapter completed!