a killer friend of mine

If someone told Qiuyang a few years ago that she would meet someone and fall in love with her like fate, she would have laughed it off.There are many romantic and suave men in the romantic scene. It is common for them to play tricks, be confused by their appearance, or be moved by loneliness at a certain moment.She is a mortal, so naturally there are times when the mortal heart is moved, but she has been immersed for too long, and she can clearly distinguish what is sincerity and what is just a momentary throbbing.For the first time, she knew that the fate between people is so wonderful and unpredictable. It turns out that there is such a thing as "love at first sight" in the world, and the stories in the story books are not just fabricated by novelists.She has seen countless men with her eyes, and her body has been lingering with many men, but among them are Wen Shisan's handsome, but not his elegance, his elegance, but his gentleness, and his gentleness. His boyish shyness, she couldn't tell what part of him touched her, and felt that he did what she wanted in every way.

Wen Shisan must not be a real name, she can understand that his identity prevents him from being exposed to the sun without any scruples, so she just smiled faintly and motioned him to follow her.

Since she stopped receiving guests, her room has not been carefully decorated. Some of those expensive and gorgeous furnishings are put away, some are given away, and some are borrowed by others to display in the house to increase their value. Anyone who feels unnecessary Items are also left in the lockers, so the room looks very empty, but the breath of people is floating everywhere, so this is a living room, not deserted because of its simplicity.

She glanced back, Wen Shisan's expression was calm and relaxed, as if she was satisfied with this place.She said softly: "I've put away unnecessary things, and you can only talk if you need it."

"That's good." Wen Shisan stepped into the room and sat on the ground beside him.

Qiuyang could tell from his posture that he was content, at least relaxed, and he should be comfortable.

"What tea?"

Wen Shisan played with the folding fan and said, "Biluochun."

Qiuyang smiled: "That's just right, the one I have the most here is Biluochun."

Wen Shisan smiled faintly.

Qiuyang made the tea skillfully, and pushed the porcelain white teacup in front of him.The green and tender tea leaves are stretched and rippling in the silvery snow water, and the white hairs are completely visible, and the fragrance is tangy.The person who watched the whole process of making tea picked up the teacup, put aside the tea leaves with the tea lid, took a sip lightly, and did not comment, but the stretched eyebrows were silent affirmation.Looking at his quiet and leisurely appearance, Qiuyang couldn't help laughing and said, "You spent a lot of money, not just to have a sip of tea with me, right?"

Wen Shisan seemed a little dazed, and asked hesitantly, "Is it not possible?"

"It's not impossible..." Qiuyang was a little dumbfounded, and didn't think he was stupid, but somehow felt that he was very straightforward, so he asked with a bit of teasing, "Do you know where this is?"

Unexpectedly, he replied seriously: "I know, and I know there are many other things I can do here, but I just want to sit down and have a cup of tea."

She sighed in her heart: he really is just a child.The last bit of doubt in her heart disappeared, but she was relieved and a little unreasonable melancholy-they were indeed people in two worlds.Even though she saw his secrets by mistake, saw his fragile and nervous appearance, and accepted him, but in essence, they are different people, and the desires and depravities that have been contaminated and cannot be washed by themselves cannot be transmitted to him.

She was suddenly upset, and whispered: "Don't come here again, this place is not what you should touch."

Wen Shisan looked up at her in confusion: "Why did you say that all of a sudden?"

Qiuyang raised his voice unconsciously: "You don't belong here."

Wen Shisan retorted neither humble nor overbearing: "You don't belong here either."

She suddenly felt insulted, and suppressed her anger and asked, "Do you know how many years I've been here? What qualifications do you have to say that I don't belong here? No one knows this place better than me..." She gritted her teeth, " Dirty and nasty here!"

Wen Shisan showed a puzzled expression: "Why are you suddenly angry?"

"Then why did you come?!"

Wen Shisan remained silent, stroked the folding fan for a long time, and said slowly: "I probably know why you are angry, but I don't think I made a wrong judgment."

Qiuyang pursed her lips tightly, she was very annoyed, but the other party's tepid attitude prevented her from expressing her emotions freely, so she had to say bitterly: "You are not allowed to come again from now on." Wen Shisan said in one word Feeling the change in her attitude, her gentle and clear eyes shrank, as if a little frustrated: "It seems that you don't welcome me."

Qiuyang took a deep breath: "If you are here to do what other people do, I welcome it. If it is for other things, please forgive me for not entertaining you."

"As for what happened last time," she added coldly, showing the alienation of being thousands of miles away, "you don't have to take it to heart, I've almost forgotten about it."

Wen Shisan frowned: "That won't work, Master taught me to repay my kindness."

Qiuyang sneered: "That's not considered a kindness - no one would dare to refuse under such circumstances."

Wen Shisan's eyes showed surprise, and he retorted unwillingly: "But you clearly didn't because of 'dare not'..."

"Stop being sentimental," Qiuyang shouted, his sometimes naive and sometimes sensitive made her have mixed feelings, and she didn't know how to deal with it without leaking.Facing the bewildered gaze of the young man above, she said ruthlessly, "Concentrate on your work."

Wen Shisan's bright eyes slowly dimmed in an instant, and he got up and said, "Excuse me." Before he walked out of the room, he looked back, but he didn't get a review, so he bowed his head and walked out.