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Hearing the sound of the wind chimes hanging above the store entrance being pulled, Nie Chuan turned around as usual, with a smile on his face, facing the main entrance, and cordially shouted: "Welcome light..."

When she saw that it was Zhang Ailin, her smile suddenly froze on her face, and the words that hadn't been fully uttered were stuck in her mouth, as if they had been chopped off in the middle.

"Xiaolin? Why are you here?" Nie Chuan kept his eyes on Zhang Ailin, and followed her from the door to the bar.

Sitting opposite Nie Chuan, Zhang Ailin pointed to Zhou Zhou beside her with her chin: "Zhou Zhou wants to come."

Nie Chuan looked away and forcefully forced a smile on his face: "Aren't Little Wooden Boat and Xiao Lin going to class today?"

"Friday." Zhou Zhou smiled.

That smile added another layer of meaning to Nie Chuan.

Nie Chuan glanced back at the back kitchen, then turned back to look at the layout of the whole room: "Oh, what a coincidence. Later, Ashin and I will re-decorate the bar. We won't accept customers today."

Immediately after Nie Chuan's voice fell, Zhou Zhou smiled and said, "Then why don't we help you, it happens that we don't have anything to do, we can come tomorrow or the next two days."

"No need!" Nie Chuan interrupted hastily.

Zhang Ailin was quite surprised by Nie Chuan's eager refusal, but Zhou Zhou next to her always had a smile on her face.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Ailin asked.

Nie Chuan's eyes fluttered up and down, and he kept reaching out to straighten the hair by his ears. The corner of his eyes couldn't help but glance towards the back kitchen: "It's nothing, it's just that these paints are all my own ideas. You can't help much, the two children should go home and rest, it's finally the weekend, and you don't go out to play?"

Zhou Zhou followed Nie Chuan's gaze, and stretched his body in that direction: "Is Brother Ashin busy in the back kitchen?"

"That's right, Ashin is inside. I asked him to make a cake for me. Why isn't it ready? I'll go in and have a look." Nie Chuan then turned around and walked towards the back kitchen.

Just as she was about to step into the threshold of the back kitchen, the white curtain hanging on the narrow door was pulled away.

That's not Ashin, but an extremely beautiful girl.

She was wearing a somewhat dirty apron, with one hand resting on the curtain above her head, pulling out the beautiful shape of the piece of fabric, and holding a green tray with a piece of freshly baked cake on it.

Her long hair is casually tied behind her head, in the shape of an oval, with a few strands that inadvertently come out, quietly falling on her ear temples, between her forehead, and beside her cheeks, echoing her A small red hemorrhoid dotted on the snowy skin at the corner of the right eye.

She smiled happily at Nie Chuan, her eyebrows were curved, her red lips were slightly parted, revealing her white and neat teeth, and the two dimples on her cheeks were full of joy and joy.

Her pair of peach-blossom eyes, two jet-black pupils, are shining with light, as if they are like stars in the vast universe, together with countless dust flying quietly, entangled in the chaotic and dark nothingness, like It is so simple and straightforward that it cannot be said, and it seems to contain the sum of all things in the universe.

She is like zero, but also like infinity, like the outline of heaven and earth, like the painstaking carving of the sky and the universe.

It's so beautiful.

"Cake, for you..." When she glanced casually around Nie Chuan and jumped to Zhang Ailin not far behind her, everything in the universe seemed to tremble slightly in her eyes.

Zhang Ailin sat here, the glass in her hand fell uncontrollably to the bar, and the white water in the glass spread wantonly on the table.

Zhou Zhou's gaze was also attracted by this strange girl. When she heard the sound of the glass clinking in Arlene's hand, she suddenly turned around, quickly took a few tissues beside her, and wiped off the water on the table.

There was a "bang", the sound of the cake in her hand falling to the ground.

She hurriedly walked around Nie Chuan and the circular bar, opened her arms, embraced her body tightly, and used every inch of her body to frantically say the same meaning: "A Lin, I miss you so much. "

Zhang Ailin was startled by her sudden movement, she subconsciously froze, and immediately pulled her arm instinctively, dodging backwards.

Her back felt soft, it was Zhou Zhou's body.

But no matter what, she couldn't break free from the embrace of the man in front of her.

If it doesn't hurt her, if she doesn't pull her forcefully, she will only press forward even harder, and will only desperately want Zhang Ailin's direction.

"Tang Muyang, don't do this." Zhang Ailin frowned and said.

The girl who was called Tang Muyang was startled, took off the strength from her arms, stood in front of Zhang Ailin, and looked at her in disbelief: "What did you call me?"

"We'll pretend we've never seen each other before." As she spoke, Zhang Ailin picked up the mobile phone on the bar, turned around and held Zhou Zhou's hand, and was about to leave.

Tang Muyang stared at the hands of the two and naturally overlapped each other. Tears suddenly fell from her eyes like a river breaking a bank. She frowned and looked at the strange figure beside Arlene, and tilted her head , the confusion on his face seemed to be covered with another thick layer.

All the way to the door, watching their figures disappear.

The wind chime at the door rang again.

Nie Chuan came up, stood beside Tang Muyang, and said in a low voice, "Little Yang, you are going too far."

Tang Muyang turned his head slowly, looked at Nie Chuan, deliberately lowered his body, stood at the same height as her, and tilted his head. His face seemed to be a blank sheet of paper without any ink on it.

Nie Chuan raised his arm, rubbed his fingers on her head, and sighed slowly.She looked up at the sky, which was covered with dark clouds and very gloomy.

"I heard from Ashin that there has been precipitation recently, so let's take advantage of the rain for the past two days and have no guests, so let's renovate our house again."

As soon as Nie Chuan finished speaking, tiny raindrops fell from the sky and landed on Nie Chuan's face.

Tang Muyang tucked his grease-stained hands into his sleeves, and gently wiped away the raindrops that fell on Nie Chuan's face with his clean cuffs.

"It's raining a lot on you, don't always worry about me." Nie Chuan looked at Tang Muyang with dissatisfaction in his tone.

As if thinking of something suddenly, Tang Muyang rushed into the store and rummaged around from the corner of the store.

Nie Chuan followed her and looked at her: "Little Yang, what are you doing?"

Finally, he found a dusty folding umbrella from the corner of the cabinet. Before he could shake off the dust on the umbrella, Tang Muyang grabbed it and hurried out.

Nie Chuan stretched out his arms in front of her, staring straight at her: "What are you doing?"

Tang Muyang looked at Nie Chuan, then looked at the empty yard, pointed to the direction where Zhang Ailin and Zhou Zhou were leaving, and said anxiously: "It's raining, it's raining. They don't have umbrellas and they will get wet. I'll bring them umbrellas." .It won't get wet."

"You are not allowed to go!" Nie Chuan raised his voice and ordered without doubt.

The black-and-yellow dog tied to the yard for guarding heard the owner's shout, and quickly got out of the wooden house, barking fiercely in the direction of the two of them.

The sudden barking of a dog startled Tang Muyang, and his body trembled as if in stress.

Nie Chuan closed the door with his backhand, startled by the sound of the wind chimes.

Nie Chuan gently snatched the umbrella from Tang Muyang's hand, threw the umbrella on the ground casually, stretched out his arms, and slowly embraced her, patted her on the back lightly, in her ear He whispered: "Our lamb is not afraid, our lamb is not afraid, everything will be fine, don't be afraid."

Tang Muyang lay on Nie Chuan's shoulder, staring at the string of wind chimes hanging by the door.

The bell inside the wind chime was suspended by a thin white rope, surrounded by a glass bell jar, still shaking slightly from side to side, making a slight sound.

"Lamb, lamb, welcome home."

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Forget it after much deliberation, the last few chapters will be posted today and tomorrow.