Chen Shu's teahouse is called Baihua Pavilion and is located in Wing Ling Lane, New Territories, Hong Kong.
The Yongxiang at night is eerily deserted.
The long endless green bricks and green tiles, and even the moss at the base of the wall are full of loneliness over the years.
Occasionally, the sound of solitary footsteps remains in the reverberating sound.
There were five people sitting in the lobby on the first floor of Baihua Pavilion, but it was even colder and quieter than the deserted street outside.
Jian Yi was dressed in a camel hunting suit, with her legs crossed and bright riding boots on.
Her eyebrows were drawn into her temples, and she was full of heroic spirit.
One arm was resting on the edge of the stool, and the other hand on her knee was tapping rhythmically.
He looked at Chen Shu, trying to laugh or not, and finally said: "People with the surname Chen, are you still used to it in Hong Kong?"
"Yeah."
He really cherished his words like gold.
Jian Yi didn't know what to say.
Looking at Chen Shu's old-fashioned face across from him, he had no interest in joking anymore.
He really couldn't figure out how the flower girl fell in love with him in the first place.
"Can I help you?"
Just speak up."
He stretched out his hand and covered the back of Hua Ting's hand, his eyes scanning the lifeless face opposite him intentionally or unintentionally.
Chen Shu blew the tea foam and raised his eyebrows slightly.
After a while, he raised his head and said, "No need."
“Eat dumplings” A pot full of dumplings is served, the meat is fragrant.
Ah Shuang, who was wearing a crescent-colored gown, leaned forward slightly.
Her half-length black hair was not oiled and was loosely scattered around her ears.
Her lip line was firm, but her eyes were rare gentleness and virtuousness.
"I made dumpling soup, and finally...
He's good at it."
He obediently placed the dishes and chopsticks for everyone present, not forgetting to serve Chen Shu the first bowl.
But Chen Shu's emotional intelligence was so low that he actually handed the dumpling soup that Ah Shuang specially served for him to Hua Ting.
There seemed to be something quiet in the air.
Ah Shuang stopped smiling.
Her lowered eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly as she faced Chen Shu's side face.
Jian Yi sighed helplessly, scooped out a small spoonful of clear soup from the bowl, lowered his head and took a sip, then handed it to Hua Ting's mouth.
"Have you guys had enough?"
At this moment, Shi Yin'ai really felt like she was watching a night farce.
"It's interesting or not," she said, then lowered her head and her tone changed to a hoarse tone.
He seemed to sigh deeply, "It just so happens that everyone is here today, why don't you two speak clearly at this time."
"I think so too."
Jian Yi lowered his head and looked at the action of stirring the clear soup, as if he was bored and casual, "I must make it clear."
He opened his mouth and swallowed two dumplings, tapping the porcelain spoon on the wall of the bowl, He continued, "Chen, you are still plotting against Mrs.
Jian."
Ah Shuang's arm holding the spoon trembled slightly, and the hot liquid wet her dry lips warmly.
She moved her lip lines slightly and took a small sip.
Chen Shu said calmly, "Does the Jian family have a sense of crisis?"
Jian Yi seemed to be amused by his words, and her posture became more casual, "Do you think it's possible?"
"Don't forget what I said to you in prison that day."
Chen Shu stopped moving his hands, his eyes were as sincere as ever, but his words were not as cold as usual.
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Hua Ting always felt that his eyes were different from before.
There was less estrangement and avoidance, but more exploration and understanding.
"I haven't forgotten," Jian Yi nodded meaningfully towards him and said, "Because I know this is impossible," and quickly turned her gaze to Hua Ting's face, "You said it's not Hua's sister."
"Ah" Hua Ting subconsciously raised her head and responded.
She was really too lazy to get involved.
"You and I both understand Sister Hua's temperament, don't we?"
Jian Yi raised his chin with interest, and when he saw Hua Ting's troubled face, he raised his eyebrows, indicating that she had something to say.
"Well, actually, I want to ask, what did you say in prison that day?"
Hua Ting always felt that her mind was so dull that she almost couldn't turn around.
Jian Yi dragged his cheeks leisurely, looking at Hua Hua's confused expression and finding it extremely cute.
He said, "It's just those words.
Sister Hua can guess them."
It seems that the matter has been dragged to this current situation and must be resolved by her client.
Hua Ting thought about it for a few times, and finally raised her head, met Chen Shu's eyes and turned away helplessly.
Her voice was low, as if there was a lingering chaos in it: "Actually, Jian Yi is right.
You should know who I am."
She paused, thinking about changing some words, "Our period" guiltily glanced at the pale A Shuang on the side, "it's over now, besides, I married into the Jian family. , will be Mrs.
Jane for the rest of her life.”
These words seemed to make Ah Shuang's frosty face come alive instantly, and there was a bit of exquisite playfulness in his transparent eyes.
Hua Ting raised her head and looked at the pair of transparent amber pupils opposite her.
She always had the ability to make him speechless.
Chen just glanced at her eyebrows lightly, tightened his lips and remained silent.
Jian Yi seemed extremely satisfied with Hua Ting's answer.
He stretched out his hand and lovingly scratched her long black hair hanging down her back.
She ran her cool fingers through her thick hair and combed some of it with her fingers.
The tangled hair knots are smoothed.
This intimate gesture made everyone present feel extremely embarrassed, and Shi Yinai looked away knowingly.
"Chen Shu, forget it," Sanqian's hair was gently pulled, starting from the scalp to relax inch by inch, to the twitching forehead, to the brain that never stopped, and finally to the messy heart, "You know that we don't possible."
Chen Shu raised his eyebrows and said, "I just want to know if Mr.
Cai had nothing to do with you, would you be willing to marry him?"
She knew that he would always struggle with this issue.
And he also knew that she would never be able to give an answer.
Jian Yi helped her tuck the hair behind her ears, knowing that she was in trouble, so he simply said for her: "Chen, I told you last time, is it interesting for you to live in this what-if?"
Chen Shu opened his mouth, but just curled his eyes and smiled quietly.
Hua Ting thought for a while, and no one spoke in the room anymore.
She looked at the Northeastern woman who was changing soup for Chen Shu, reorganized her thoughts, and said, "Chen Shu, although I can't answer your question, but I Now I can tell you very accurately," in Ah Shuang's suddenly tense pupils, her eyebrows slightly raised, and her pair of sharp phoenix eyes were indescribably high-spirited and high-spirited, "I love my husband very much now. , and it was he who made me understand what it means to cherish the people in front of you."
She deliberately said the words "the people in front of me" very slowly, so that Chen Shu could understand the meaning of her words.
As smart as Chen Shu, how could he not know the meaning of Hua Ting's words?
He looked back at her sincere eyes, which were clear and distinct, which always made him uneasy unconsciously.
"Chen Shu, it's really impossible for us," she said a little too harshly, but she couldn't think of a better way to say it.
"I'm very happy to see you doing well in Hong Kong this time.
Maybe in the future."
Simply be more cruel and say, "I won't do it again."
And it is impossible for him to return to Shanghai, so tonight may be the last time they see each other.
After Hua heard these words, Chen Shu's heart quickly cooled down, and the luster in his eyes no longer changed, as if the dust had finally settled after a strong wind at night, and he finally faced the crowd that came out, Juechenqi, who was lying on the ground, sighed softly: "Whatever you say will be whatever it is."
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Hua Ting looked up at him, and the waves in her Qiu Shui eyes, which had always been calm in ancient wells, were completely cold.
"Baihua Pavilion", Hua Ting raised her head and glanced at the plaque above the hall, her throat moved slightly, and her heart felt inexplicably sour.
She walked out a long time ago.
I don’t know how much time Chen Shu would have to spend.
Chen Shu's jaw tightened, and the edges of his joints were visible on the white texture.
He moved his chopsticks and stared at the dumplings in the bowl, "Actually, just answer me directly with the word "no".
"After he finished speaking, the smile on his lips gradually deepened, but his eyes grew colder.
His mouth and chest were faintly shaking.
There was a desperate smile in his suppressed smile.
The candle flickered, and Hua Ting gathered more and more sadness in her eyes.
She paused and said softly: "Stop talking, you know what I mean."
"Um."
He became calmer and more reserved.
But she suddenly wanted to see the gentle and elegant but scorching Chen Shu whom she met for the first time in Bremen that day.
"Eat the dumplings.
They'll get cold if you don't eat them."
Ah Shuang forced himself to smile, "Don't let my skills go to waste."
"Well, let's eat dumplings."
To be continued.
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