Haijun Club.
This is the most exquisite place in Duxi for night entertainment.
It's better to be quiet and orderly today, because there is a "real noble" around, and no one dares to make too many mistakes.
Small hall on the third floor,
quieter,
Xiaolan unbuttoned her coat, crossed her legs, and sat on a separate sofa under this stylish little lamp, with a glass of wine in her hand, her chin propped up, lazily and indifferently, thinking about something.
Now, everything is going smoothly for him, so what can he worry about? Well, except for "Li Heng"; if "Li Heng" is added, then Xiaolan will have nothing "smooth" to speak of, and her life is in a mess, and her heart The crazy thoughts came one after another, which made me feel extremely painful and confused.
What are you thinking? What can I think about, only her, missing her, missing her...
Next to the glass of wine under the lamp, there is a persimmon.
Just picked from Mingning Mountain, fresh and still covered with dew.
Earlier, a box of the best and best quality had been sent to the palace. I wonder if it was served to her.
Li Heng loves to eat persimmons, especially the Mopan Persimmon, which is a specialty of Dadu.
It is flat, thick and firm, whether it is square or round, there is roundness in the square, squareness in the circle, and it reveals the maturity of life; it is said to have color, when the persimmon comes on the market, it will be orange and yellow with flashes of green, healthy and astringent, probably quite When people are in high school, if they are placed on the windowsill for a few months, especially in the first month of the next year, the persimmons will turn yellow and red, and will never turn purple. That orange-red color is the best color in life; if you say it has a taste, you will wait for it. When the persimmons are thoroughly soaked and ready to be eaten, they are crispy yet soft, soft yet crispy, especially the part called the "tongue" in the soft persimmons, which swims in your mouth and tongue, giving you the pleasure of catching it. After catching and biting, life becomes concrete...
Li Heng said that she likes to eat persimmons because they generally have no seeds. Eating melons spits out the seeds and eating peaches leaves the core, which always makes people unhappy. Every time I finish eating a persimmon, my hands just get sticky and I wash it off. Occasionally, I find a core or two. The shape and color are quite suitable. It's always hard to put it down in your hands. It's a pity to throw it away.
Even though she is young, she sometimes speaks in an "old and stern" manner, "Speaking of which, the core is the essence of life, and life begins from this point on whether it looks good or bad. If artificial intervention is not involved, cuttings, grafting, and... Transplantation, the persimmon tree has relied on this small brown oval thing to continue its life for tens of millions of years. It has no similarity in appearance with its tree appearance and its fruit. Persimmons are rich in shape, pleasant in color, and delicious in taste. Alcohol is loved by the world, but its name is true. Not everyone has paid attention to this truth..."
Xiaolan couldn't help but take a deep breath, and covered half of her mouth with the palm of her hand that was holding her chin. They had only been separated for a few days. He missed her so much. Xiaolan was worried about her. Liheng was afraid that she would still be angry with him. After all, That day of "tug of war", the last time she saw him, she must have been angry... Thinking of this, Xiaolan became irritated, stood up, picked up the wine glass, and drained it in one gulp. Carrying the wine glass, he walked to the table, picked up the wine bottle and poured another glass.
At this time, she heard some movement behind her. Xiaolan glanced back and saw Xiaowu coming in. She grabbed the wine bottle and shook it, "Would you like a drink?"
Xiao Wu shook his head, walked straight to another small sofa and sat down, took out his mobile phone, bent down and gently swiped the screen to read.
Xiaolan held the wine glass, put one hand into her trouser pocket, walked a few steps, stood still, tilted her head slightly and looked at her younger brother - Xiaolan herself found this scene funny. He and Lao Wu were brothers, but they were really This is the first time we have been together in a room like this. From childhood to adulthood, each of them has his or her own world, each has his own career, and each has his own interests. Eating at the same table is a pretense of "brothers, friends and brothers"; sitting together in the Jinluan Palace is a pretense of "brothers and friends". In fact, he doesn’t understand him, and he doesn’t understand him either…
Xiaowu raised his head, seemingly "curious" about what the fourth brother was looking at, but in fact, he was as calm as ever.
Xiaolan sat back on the sofa and crossed her legs as wildly as before, "Xiaoxiao, have you ever slept with a woman?"
Well, let’s start with this question. It’s the first time these brothers have been together in a place like this, so it’s quite fitting.
