Chapter 666

Sure enough, when Lin Nianchu came into the house, he saw that there were four treasures in the house, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The man who is familiar with Jiangmen dialect is really not an ordinary person. He is skilled in cooking tea. Without tasting tea, just looking at the tea art alone is already enjoyment.

After the tea was cooked, all the tea in the pot was poured into the tea bowl and distributed to the three people. It seems to be intentional, like inadvertently mentioned: how to think up to come to me. Jiangmen language is not in a hurry to answer, elegant action with a hand to pick up the cup, gently blow away the heat above.

Taste tea, and then a sip. "I just want to drink the tea you made. It's really the same as before. It tastes sweet and fresh." This sentence is a bit sincere, a bit hypocritical, only the speaker himself knows.

The soap man chuckled, half complaining and half joking: "I just miss the tea. Why didn't I come for so long. You don't know how much I miss you. I haven't seen you for a year, but I miss you all the time. "

The man frivolous said, regardless of the presence of other people, he was with a strange look for a while. Look up at the person opposite, Jiangmen language holding tea sitting upright, did not waver for this, pretended not to hear the general.

Then gently sipping tea, it seems completely immersed in the aroma of tea. Lin Nianchu and Xiao Ming thought that he didn't want to mention what he wanted to say when he was there. Just about to find a way out, the man opened his mouth.

"I've been hiding for four years, but I'm afraid I can't hide now. According to the information they reported to me, when I went out, someone had been following me behind me, probably already aware of my identity. "

Jiangmen language on the tea, see this opposite man a Shun not shun seriously said. "If you swagger through the market, you will be trapped by others and fall into the net, but you will never be able to turn over."

The reason why it can be said without concealment is that Jiangmen language believes in the strength of the man in front of us, and there will never be a stalker in this area. Lin Nianchu and Xiao Ming are both trustworthy people. Even if they hear something, they will keep their mouth shut.

The man in soap clothes didn't speak. He felt that he couldn't see through the man in front of him. Not born, hidden in this mountain for three years. Later, I don't know why I think of a woman who ran out for one person regardless of safety.

It was originally agreed that he would hide for ten years, so that he would have less influence in the world and be safer. What I didn't expect was that the man kept on. In order to show off with the woman, I made an appointment with her.

As a result, a few days after the natural day, those little tails who are in hot pursuit climb up again. It's no use trying to persuade him. He just threw off his hand and hid in the bamboo forest. This free life has lasted for a year.

Looking at the man's empty cup of tea, the man added another cup to Jiangmen language. Many years ago, the two of them were brothers who used to trade cups for cups. It's a pity that after that, his body can't drink any more wine and can only taste some tea.

I often tease him, but I can only make fun of it and taste it. Now things are different. This second cup of tea, Jiangmen language is not the same as the first cup, slowly taste, and then swallow.

But a Yang neck and do, as if there is wine, should use this kind of bold drinking method. The man nodded. He was still him. No matter what happens in the world, there will be no change in their relationship.

"You are my own friend after all. Now I don't want power, want nothing and want nothing. If you want it, get it yourself. " Jiangmen language to see that person loosened the tone, can't help but smile.

That person's words secretly have to point to, Lin Nianchu and small tea listen to cloud mountain fog cover, but don't know to drop from where to ask exit. After not saying a few more words, they said goodbye. The man didn't come out to see him off, and Jiangmen didn't care.

Fang didn't walk a few steps before he heard the sound of the zither flowing slowly from the house. With the sound of the zither, all the birds in the forest were flying. Jiangmen language stops outside the door, not looking inside, just looking up at the sky.

The situation is unpredictable and changeable. No one knows how many thoughts he has in his heart at this time. A farewell song, they are still friends. But they both knew that maybe they would never meet again in this life. Sometimes, separation may not be the best way to miss.

They are still themselves, their heart has not changed, their attitude towards people has changed after all. After all, it is impossible to go through different things without any change.

But the past has passed, as long as there is one person, or your best friend. You know he's here, and he knows you're here. Occasionally when you think about it, you will miss each other and miss each other. That's enough.

"This sword can't be concealed after all. There will be a bloodbath in the world." After talking to himself in Jiangmen dialect, Lin Nianchu and Xiao Ming look at each other behind them. They don't understand what he is saying.

The only thing I know is that the person's back is so full of vicissitudes. And the weather, after all, is going to change.

The weather is fine. Although there is wind and clouds passing by, it doesn't make people feel cold. On the contrary, it makes people feel cool. Qian Sangsang spread a piece of paper on the floor at will and dipped it in ink with a pen.She also imagined that like those who could write with a brush, she hung her wrist to hold the pen, and then a handsome big character would fall. It's a pity that he was used to pens and automatic pens in the 21st century.

No matter how hard you hold your wrist, you will feel soft. Try hard to make the words horizontal and vertical, but the reality is that they are all crooked, just like children just learn to write, in a mess.

But this is the first time that he has been in these three sessions for such a long time. So the word is ugly, and I don't feel discouraged. Shuai Shuai stiff arm, holding a pen, a word of a word in the paper slowly write.

Slowly angry effect, originally crooked words also gradually take shape. Han Lin took this pen, ink, paper and inkstone and said to relieve his boredom. At first, she threw it aside. Later, it was really idle and boring, so she took it to use.

It's like killing time. I thought so at the beginning. I didn't expect to draw a few strokes at random. Instead, I raised my interest. Bored Qian Sangsang wrote again for a long time.

Later, I felt the pain of my wrist, and my handwriting didn't improve except just a little decent. This time, she lost interest and threw the pen on a stone, lazily basking in the sun.

When Han Lin came over, he saw such a scene. There were pieces of paper all over the ground. The graffiti on it is crooked, and it's all incomprehensible. It's not too much to say that.

"I said, since you are so boring, why don't you go out and have fun with me."