You are so beautiful when you are pitted by me [Quick wear]

It was already dusk, and the sky was gloomy and mixed with a few faint red rays.

Although the wooden tables and chairs in the small teahouse were dilapidated, they were still considered clean and tidy. A few people sat in the corner of the teahouse, and the laughter and chatter became more lively.

"I heard that you went to Youshan in the north yesterday? How, how do you feel?"

The woman who was lying on the table lazily listening to everyone's conversation suddenly raised her head and abruptly interrupted everyone's original topic.

After a brief silence, everyone looked at each other with unanimous interest.

Those two were the only ones who went to Youshan, and everyone's eyes focused on one of them in unison, so that someone who hadn't joined the conversation because of distraction was instantly noticed by everyone.

"Well, it feels pretty good. The scenery is quite beautiful." The man who had been sitting in the corner seemed to have sensed everyone's gaze, and he was slightly stunned for a moment before raising his head to respond. Charming, not to mention that the man is extremely beautiful in appearance, but at first glance, he looks male and female, but he has the temperament that will not make people mistake his gender.

As soon as the man finished speaking, other people complained: "You are really perfunctory."

"Yes, yes." A few people on the side echoed, "Is there anything special, let me tell you."

The man smiled lightly, and some of his overly flamboyant facial features showed a little more brilliance, but he didn't answer the questions of the few people, but changed the subject lightly: "How are you going to prepare for this year's Lantern Festival? God, isn't it?"

"Tsk, change the subject."

"Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. Are you trying to hide that you haven't prepared anything?"

"How come, my sister and I made a lantern, and I will show it to you when the time comes, and you will be envious."

Everyone saw that the man didn't want to talk more, so they didn't continue to bring the topic back. Instead, they started talking about the lantern.

For a while, several people discussed lively again, and it seemed that they had returned to the original excitement. Only the person sitting next to the man raised his eyes slightly, with deep and shallow eyes, and finally did not make any expression.

After chatting for a long time, people dispersed. The life in the small town is really boring. Chatting in the afternoon is an excellent way for many people to pass the time, but it is not as good as the Lantern Festival that only happens once every three years. In order to prepare for the upcoming Lantern Festival-related matters, the business of the teahouse became even more deserted.

No, most of them were gone before midnight, and the rest of the people didn't intend to stay long, and it seemed that they would go home in a short time.

When the people gradually disappeared, the man stretched himself and stood up, piled up a few teacups on the table beside him, and walked to the counter. The person who had been sitting quietly beside him also He got up, went to the door and bolted the door, put the stool on the floor upside down on the table, and then followed the people in front and entered the inner room of the teahouse.

There is a small courtyard behind the inner room of the teahouse. A small tree that is not too thick occupies most of the place in the center. There is an old man sitting in a wheelchair by the tree, his eyes are full of kindness and kindness. .

The old man kept looking at a certain place in the treetops, raised his head slightly, and looked extremely serious. When he saw the two people walking in, he broke into a smile. He looked at the two people walking peacefully, and stretched out his hand to call.

"A Yan."

"Grandma." Rong Yan stepped forward to give the old man a hug, and when he felt the old man let go of his hand, he took a step back and turned sideways to reveal someone walking behind him.

"Xiao Mo." The old man smiled and nodded towards Xiao Mo, but he didn't act like a child like before, and the closeness was immediately apparent.

Xiao Mo didn't care. When facing the old man, his expression obviously softened a lot. He stepped forward and followed behind the old man, grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair, and led the old man to the side room.

"There are a lot fewer people these days. In the past, you didn't come back so early to accompany my old man." The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, holding Rong Yan who was walking forward with her by the side, with a slight hint of emotion in his words. complained a little.

Xiao Mo, who was following behind, had a little smile in his eyes when he heard the words, and glanced at Rong Yan at the side a little jokingly, and as expected, he saw the expression on the other side who didn't know how to reply.

Both of them knew that the old man always had to go out for a walk in the afternoon alone to greet the bleak business of the teahouse outside. If he really came back early, he might not even be able to see him, but obviously he couldn't say that at this time .

"Well, come back sooner next time." Rong Yan could only respond perfunctorily like countless times in the past. The old man who could never get angry because of this question did not change the subject this time for some reason, but patted The wheelchair signaled Xiao Mo to stop, pushed the chair and turned around to face Rong Yan.

"A Yan, you never talked to me like this before." After the old man's expression was slightly cold, he had the courage of his youth, and Rong Yan, who was overwhelmed for a while, didn't know how to speak or how to reply.

The old man didn't want to treat Rong Yan too harshly. After a while, he let out a soft sigh and softened his face. He waved his hand tiredly and pushed the wheelchair towards the room. He bent slightly but still tried his best to straighten The back figure showed that she didn't want to talk to the two of them at this time, and when the wheelchair was pushed to the door, she sighed again, and looked back at Rong Yan: "You child, as long as you don't want to say anything on your mind since you were a child, It will be like this, put on this expression, Ah Yan, don't worry about things, what can't we as family members share for you?"

After finishing speaking, he left a closed door for the two people behind him.

Xiao Mo suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and looked at Rong Yan who was stunned on the spot.

Rong Yan glanced at him with an extremely complicated expression, so Xiao Mo didn't move.

He was waiting, waiting for the other party's explanation.

But he knew very well what kind of person the other party was, someone who kept everything in his heart and couldn't say it.

He knew he was expecting an impossible response.

There was a flash of struggle in Rong Yan's slightly raised eyes, Xiao Mo clearly saw his own reflection in the other's eyes, and also more clearly saw the flash of emotion.

"There's nothing to worry about, it's just that I haven't been in a good mood recently." Rong Yan smiled slightly, even he himself didn't know how reluctant it was.

Xiao Mo clenched his hands slightly, his eyes darkened but he couldn't hide his disappointment, he turned around to cover Rong Yan's gaze on his expression, and walked towards the direction where the two lived go.

Rong Yan still had that pale smile that was not at all convincing, and walked forward beside him, but on the way, he suddenly asked: "Xiao Mo, tell me, will one day suddenly When I woke up, I realized that everything was just a dream, and I just made it up. The sky is fake, the earth is fake, and the scenery around me is fake..."

Rong Yan's words came too suddenly, before Xiao Mo had time to find out the deep meaning from the other party's sarcasm, he heard the other party change the subject as lightly as he had done countless times before.

"Forget it, why would I think of asking you, and you can't answer me." Rong Yan cleaned up his expression again, but there was more or less a slight but extremely obvious sarcasm in his tone, " You can't even respond to me."

Yes, he couldn't give any reply, and it was even difficult for him to squeeze out a few syllables to respond to Rong Yan.

Xiao Mo's expression was flat, as if Rong Yan pointed out that he was unable to speak, it didn't affect him at all.

When Rong Yan's voice stopped, there were only a few footsteps left, and the final sound of opening and closing the door, which resounded clearly and briefly in the courtyard, and finally returned to silence.

Only the sound of birds and the figure of Rong Yan standing there was left in the courtyard, not moving for a long time.