Fusheng Chronicle

After packing the luggage, Zhou Shengxiao received an internal call from the tour guide, asking them to go down for dinner.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Shengxiao stood up and said, "Go down and eat."

As soon as Miao Changfeng came out of the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Shengxiao's face that was so pale that he didn't look like a human being under the sun. It was rare that he didn't choke, but silently followed Zhou Shengxiao downstairs.

He thought Zhou Shengxiao was a very strange person.

Dinner is a free buffet at the hotel.Miao Changfeng and Zhou Shengxiao were arranged at the same table. The two men sat face to face in front of the small table, and the restaurant was still playing romantic music and smoky lights.

Miao Changfeng thought this was a bit like a candlelight dinner, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Zhou Shengxiao took a plate of sirloin steak, holding the knife and fork with both hands in an extremely elegant and standard posture, slowly cutting, occasionally stuffing a few pieces into his mouth.

No matter how small his appetite is, Miao Changfeng is still a big man about 1.8 meters tall.He ate a lot of bits and pieces, while the man in front of him was still cutting his steak.

Zhou Shengxiao picked up a tissue, wiped his mouth slowly, got up and said, "I'm done eating, take your time."

Miao Changfeng frowned, "This is all you eat?"

Looking closely at the remaining steak on the plate, it has not been touched much at all.

Zhou Shengxiao said lightly: "I don't think our relationship is close enough to care for each other, right?"

Miao Changfeng was annoyed, and said, "I have good intentions!"

"Then," Zhou Shengxiao tilted his head, "I don't think I need your kindness."

Under the dim light, the man's tall nose cast a shadow.With a pale and flawless complexion, it seems that there is no unreality in this world.

Miao Changfeng was stunned for a long time, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Zhou Shengxiao walked upstairs and saw a pitiful young man squatting in front of his door without accident.

Xu Yanbao raised his head and tried his best to show an expression that was about to cry: "Brother Zhou, I'm so scared..."

Zhou Shengxiao's eyebrows twitched, and he walked past him to open the door: "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm so lucky to come all the way..."

Zhou Shengxiao said: "Skipping class again? I'll have someone send you back later."

Xu Yanbao grabbed Zhou Shengxiao's trouser leg violently, lying on the ground and rolling like a shameless person: "I don't want it! I don't want to go back!"

Miao Changfeng pushed the door open and entered.

Looking at the scene in front of him, his eyes were a little dry: "I'm sorry to disturb you."

"You are Miao Changfeng?" Xu Yanbao looked up with interest.

Xu Yanbao is actually quite handsome.He is not tall, white and tender, a bit like a popular Korean boy nowadays.

Seeing the interaction between him and Zhou Shengxiao, Miao Changfeng felt a little uncomfortable.He nodded, walked to his suitcase, and suddenly said, "Am I bothering you? Professor Zhou, I can actually move to another room."

Miao Changfeng's hand holding the handle of the suitcase was trembling slightly. He was betting, betting on the relationship between Zhou Shengxiao and this young man.

Zhou Shengxiao patted Xu Yanbao's head, "Alright, I'll open another room for you, and I'll pay for it."

To be honest, Zhou Shengxiao was worried that Xu Yanbao lived alone in a room.This brat might run away halfway and cause trouble.

"Okay...okay." Miao Changfeng breath stuck in his throat and couldn't get it out.He went into the bathroom and put back his skin care products and so on.

"No!" Xu Yanbao said loudly, "I don't want to live with you! I want to live alone!"

Zhou Shengxiao said lightly: "Then get out."

At this moment Zhou Shengxiao concluded that Xu Yanbao must have some unruly intentions.However, before he could react, the brat ran out with snot and tears.

Miao Changfeng got out of the bathroom after listening to Bafeng, "What's wrong with him?"

Zhou Shengxiao sighed: "He is my younger brother, he sneaked to Wuzhen with me to avoid the exam."

Miao Changfeng's mood improved inexplicably.He was also secretly annoyed at what he had just thought. A person like Professor Zhou would not be someone who would fall in love with a little furry boy.

In the evening, the night wind blows.

Some people say that the night in Wuzhen is as beautiful as a woman from the south of the Yangtze River, soft and elegant.The slightly smoky evening breeze, the old man swaying the oar, the antique shop, walking on the gravel road, has a romantic feeling.

But in Miao Changfeng's eyes, the people beside him are more beautiful than the beautiful scenery.

Zhou Shengxiao proposed to go out of the hotel for a walk, and when he was looking for Xu Yanbao by the way, Miao Changfeng agreed without hesitation.

The man changed into a suit of clothes, simple black pants and white short-sleeves, and his angular profile showed a graceful beauty in the hazy night.Few people's facial features are as exquisite as Zhou Shengxiao's, as perfect as a knife carving, a little cold and lonely.

The two passed by the food street.

Zhou Shengxiao stopped in front of a stall selling candied haws and asked for a bunch.He passed it to Miao Changfeng and said, "Eat."

No matter how many times of reincarnation can't change Miao Changfeng's love of eating candied haws, Zhou Shengxiao remembers this very clearly.

Miao Changfeng took the bunch of red candied haws, and the tips of his ears turned red, matching the red mole next to his ear: "How do you know I love candied haws?"

In the turbulent crowd, the man turned his head, with a little warmth in his cold eyes: "It's just a coincidence."

Miao Changfeng took a bite, but he didn't see the cleanliness he used to have. He would never eat the roadside stall no matter what.But the man handed it to him, and he wanted to eat it.

The sweet touch spread to the bottom of my heart.

The antique shop next door opened, and a man in his thirties came out.He was wearing a silk gown and a melon skin hat, and he smiled warmly: "Master Zhou, I haven't seen you for a long time, and you are still the same."

Zhou Shengxiao showed a little smile, reuniting with his old friend after a long absence, even the coldest heart would feel a little bit.He cupped his hands and made the same gesture that he had promised back then: "San'er, don't you invite me in for a cup of tea?"

"Of course." The man laughed loudly, his eyes fell on Miao Changfeng who was behind Zhou Shengxiao, and his eyes flashed.

Miao Changfeng didn't know what to say, followed Zhou Shengxiao into the store, and listened to the two of them talking about the past with a cup of tea, and he understood that Zhou Shengxiao's identity was not simple.It was no easy feat for him to become a Distinguished Professor of Archeology at Nantah University at such a young age.

The tea is brewed by the boss named Sanye himself, the tea smoke is curling up, and the taste of the tea is endless.Even Miao Changfeng couldn't help marveling at the generosity of the third master.

"Master Zhou, as soon as I heard that Wuzhen was going to come to the branch of Baishou Ruyu, I guessed that you would definitely come. No, prepare your favorite Dahongpao early, and just stay in the store these few days , and asked several brothers to watch for me.”

Zhou Shengxiao remained calm, and took a sip of tea: "Third Master doesn't have to be like this."

The third master smiled and said: "We brothers, how can we divide them so clearly! If you can't take the picture of Ruyu, I have a lot of money here, so you can borrow as much as you want!"

Zhou Shengxiao said: "Then thank you first."

The third master glanced at Miao Changfeng and said, "I have something to tell you, and I don't know if it's okay for this little brother to be here."

Zhou Shengxiao got up, "I'm tired today, I'll visit you another day."

Miao Changfeng was confused, but he finally understood that Professor Zhou did not come to Wuzhen for tourism.

He came here for a different purpose.

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