After the song in the Palace of Eternal Life ended, it started to rain lightly outside the theater.
The excitement just now dissipated a little, Lingling's music was about to stop, the candles were burned out, and the rain was wet and cool.
Hua Ting was thinking about going back to the hotel to find Jian Yi, but she saw a glass lamp scattered on the path in front of the door.
The cold light swayed with the steps of the person holding the lamp.
The owner of this glazed lamp is Chen Shu.
Hua Ting stood at the gate of the theater.
The glazed lamp flickered, and Chen Shuqingjun walked slowly.
He was holding a bluestone-colored umbrella, his head slightly lowered, accommodating the height of the people around him.
The woman under the umbrella was holding him.
The two of them didn't speak, they just walked slowly and silently.
The road ahead was slippery, so the woman's hand holding the lamp reached forward, and a few raindrops fell on it.
Chen Shu reached out and pulled her wrist back, but did not take it back.
He only gently covered the back of her hand.
This woman was the woman who spoke to her in the stairwell just now and had a Peking accent.
This picture is quite good.
After a long time, Hua Ting will always think of such a rainy night, a bluestone umbrella, a glass lamp, and two silent people.
All the years are peaceful and peaceful.
She likes to see Chen Shu like this.
Warm and cozy.
The moment she stopped, Chen Shu just caught her sight.
Her hands trembled unconsciously, her eyes were slightly dazed, her thick eyebrows and raised eyes looked like the same Chen Shu who led her through countless streets and alleys at Shiliupu Pier.
"Hi," Hua Ting greeted him first, smiling casually, "Jian Yi and I just happened to come to Hong Kong and thought we would stop by to see you, but we didn't expect such a coincidence."
The woman next to him had enchanting eyebrows.
She had clearly sensed something was wrong with Chen Shu early on, but she wisely remained silent.
Chen Shu's eyelids moved, and his burning eyes moved slowly on her face.
After making sure that there was no unnecessary expression on the smiling face, he slightly moved the corner of his mouth and said, "Long time no see."
Rarely calm down The moment he saw her again, his heart was beating as violently and irregularly as before.
He said, "Now that I'm here," it was Chen Shu after all, and there was no wave in his tone.
Traces, "Just come and sit at my place."
His tone was so casual that he seemed to have just met an ordinary old friend from Shanghai on the streets of Hong Kong.
Chen Shu's teahouse has a strong antique color.
It is a two-story wooden building with small flying eaves.
On the eaves stands a delicate little beast that mocks the wind.
If you look closely, you can see that there is a faint smile in the little beast's eyes.
There are eighteen small carved windows lined up above, some are engraved with Zhuang Sheng's little dream, some are engraved with a dragon girl shepherding sheep, each is different and lifelike.
The door of the teahouse is ajar, with a couplet engraved on the ebony wood on both sides: "When there is no wind, willows fill the sky with catkins, and when there is no rain, the ground is covered with pear flowers."
It was her handwriting.
Entering the tea house, you can see all kinds of carved tables clustered or scattered beside the windows in the hall, a few ivy vines dotting the four corners of the hall, and a red copper laquette incense placed in the middle of the hall.
The fu's spit is either orchid or musk's shallow Facing the gate, there is a large double-sided embroidered screen with hundreds of butterflies.
In front of the screen is a mahogany couch, covered with thick soft furs and exquisite cushions.
Hua Ting sat down on the cushions, a pair of She looked at him with half-smiling eyes.
"The teahouse is doing well."
Through the mist dyed by incense, she could not clearly see the expression on Chen Shu's face.
She only felt that the smile seemed to be absent, but it was even more vivid in the mist.
"I'm going to make tea."
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The woman next to him said.
Chen Shu then sat down opposite her, but Hua Ting looked past him and looked directly at the silhouette behind him, "Is your girlfriend?"
His narrow eyes were slightly bent, and he shook his head without answering.
"Then, it's your wife" because of the gossip.
He said: "Friends."
His tone was light.
"Friends" Thinking back to the ambiguous gesture between the two of them holding an umbrella just now, Hua Ting couldn't help but tease, "But I don't think you two look like friends."
"What do you think?"
Hua Ting put one hand on the edge of the table, supported her forehead with her Hao wrist, and turned her head to gossip with him.
She raised her brows when she got excited, showing her rare coquettishness.
"Lovers."
"It's a friend," he repeated flatly, "My name is A Shuang."
This woman named Ah Shuang brought a pot of Longjing tea that she was familiar with and walked towards her with a warm and playful expression.
A Shuang has a plain face, with only the bright red dandelions on her fingernails all over her body.
She is perverse and glamorous.
Her upturned eyes make Hua Ting see a little desolation.
She holds a cigarette pipe between her legs, smiling at the corners of her eyes.
Surrounding and shocking.
Ah Shuang looked at her with squinted eyes, almond-shaped eyes and long tails.
He looked at her for a few times and then turned his face back blankly.
He whispered in a hoarse voice: "You are just Hua Ting."
"Um."
Ah Shuang smiled and said, "I know you."
"Really?"
Ah Shuang shook his head and smiled at her, with clear eyes and undisguised jealousy, "He often misses you."
Chen Shu didn't refute and poured tea for her with a smile.
"How are you doing here?"
Hua Ting took the tea, rolled her eyes and looked around.
It was warm, classic, and full of aroma.
"fine."
As always, not very good at joking.
"Why don't you ask me how I am doing in Shanghai?"
The sweet and fragrant tea made her suddenly recall the smell of him.
"No need to ask," Ah Shuang simply answered for him, "He knows everything you did in Shanghai during this period."
Hua Ting was stunned for a moment, but it wasn't surprising if she thought about it.
Ah Shuang likes him, which Hua Ting can tell at a glance.
Ah Shuang's eyes were unscrupulous and loving, and his smile was pure and clean, with just a little sadness.
"How is the tea house business?"
Since it was just a piece of wood, she had to come up with the topic.
But it was Ah Shuang who answered for him, "Look at his handsome face, can his business be bad?"
Ah Shuang is straightforward, forthright and unpretentious.
When the smoke has burned out, he stubs out the cigarette butts with his bare hands.
His wrists are as bright as jade, his fingers are like onion roots, and they are dyed with beautiful elixirs, which are particularly eye-catching in the candlelight.
Hua Ting had a hunch that it was only a matter of time before this woman named Ah Shuang captured Chen Shu.
"You and Jian Yi came here this time for official business."
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He finally took the initiative to stir up a topic.
Hua Ting joked, "Yes, with his confidante."
He smiled and gave her another cup of warm tea.
"Don't you want to ask about the Dragon Gang?"
Chen Shu said nothing.
"Bai Qihong is not bad at waiting for the Long Gang, he has already been accepted as his disciple."
"I know."
Like Ah Shuang, he has clear and shrewd eyes.
In fact, he really doesn't need to ask anything, he knows everything.
"It's just a few," Hua Ting couldn't help but joke again, "Those who are particularly devoted and loyal to you, they all want to kill me right now."
Chen Shu was amused, and his eyes were particularly warm and bright.
He is suitable for Hong Kong and for such a life as water.
Machiavellian schemes and fighting for fame and fortune are not what a handsome and elegant person like him should do.
"Chen Shu, I'm really happy to see you like this."
The words were official, but she came from the heart, and her smile was as gentle as fragrant tea.
Chen Shu raised his head in a daze, and regardless of the awkward woman sitting next to him, he opened his mouth and asked in a sour voice: "If this was the life I lived in Shanghai, would you be willing to come with me?"
" Hua Ting's heart tightened and she met Ah Shuang's gaze.
Before she could answer, Chen Shu calmed down and smiled, "Of course, you don't have to answer me."
Ah Shuang lowered his hand in front of the table, his fingertips trembling slightly, and the bright red dandelion was dyed with a desolate color by the candlelight.
The tea cover made a clanging sound, and Chen Shu's stiff arms were trembling slightly at this moment.
He stood up, and his black robe carried the familiar fragrance of Longjing tea.
It was just a moment of confusion, and he leaned over.
He reached out his hand, but found nothing.
"No."
She replied.
Chen Shu lowered his head and met Hua Ting's smiling face and unfocused eyes.
Her answer was as decisive and decisive as before, leaving no room for maneuver.
In fact, he had expected it.
At this time, someone pushed the door open and came in.
Before she turned her head, she heard a familiar voice: "Sister Hua, I knew you were here."
Hua Ting introduced Ah Shuang with some urgency: "This is my husband, Jian Yi."
When she saw Shi Yin'ai beside him, three black lines came down from her forehead, "This is" When Shi Yin spoke out of love, Jian Yi answered with a playful smile: "Female colleague."
The stiff atmosphere in the teahouse became slightly warmer due to Jian Yi's arrival, and Ah Shuang's smile returned to a bit of confidence, "Since there are so many people, I'll cook a midnight snack for you."
Chen Shu is really lucky.
With Ah Shuang's temperament, it is not easy to surrender to anyone.
It's not that we can't tell that A-Shuang is also a girl with a fierce personality.
She is worldly, transparent, and touching.
She reveals a lot of charming stories, but in front of Chen Shu, she is as gentle as a puddle of water.
Jian Yi was not a polite person.
She opened her mouth and said, "I want to eat your Peking dumplings."
Ah Shuang was slightly surprised, "How did you know I'm from Peking?"
"Can't you hear your own accent?"
Jian Yi naturally took a sip of tea from Hua Ting's cup and crossed her legs in a casual posture.
Ah Shuang was amused and said, "Okay, you guys wait here, there is exactly one pot left of the dumplings I made last time."
Chen Shu pursed his lips and said nothing.
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In the candlelight, his eyebrows and eyes were not very clear, and he could only reveal his angular chin.
He politely handed the cup to Jian Yi.
The two of them said nothing, just drank tea in silence.
To be continued.
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