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When Zuo Shiyun returned to Tang Ming's house, Tang Ming was still on the balcony.

There was a gap in the window of the balcony, and there was a cool breeze blowing. Tang Ming sat on the hanging chair, staring at the night sky with no stars outside the window.

"Isn't it cold?" Zuo Shiyun walked to the window and closed it.

"Are you back?" Tang Ming regained consciousness, looked up at Zuo Shiyun standing in front of her, "Do you want to drink?"

"Unhappy?" Zuo Shiyun asked softly, but she didn't wait for Tang Min to give her an accurate answer, and said again: "I'm going to order some barbecue."

"Hello." Tang Ming stopped Zuo Shiyun, who was about to leave the balcony, and handed over her unlocked phone, "Please."

Zuo Shiyun took Tang Ming's cell phone in doubt, hesitating whether to use it or not, until the screen went black again.

"What are you waiting for? Order what you want to eat yourself. By the way, thank you for taking care of me recently." Tang Ming slightly hooked the corners of her mouth. The gentle aura on her body was completely different from the usual restless aura.

Zuo Shiyun didn't know what happened to Tang Ming, but Tang Ming, who was clearly showing a sense of loneliness and loneliness, made her feel distressed.

It seems that I also saw myself who didn't know who to tell and who to rely on.

Zuo Shiyun sighed softly, handed over the phone, and said warmly, "Unlock it again."

Tang Ming quietly unlocked the phone again, clicked on the takeaway software by the way, and then put the phone in Zuo Shiyun's hand again.

"You order, I'll get a coat." Tang Ming got up from the hanging chair, lightly patted Zuo Shiyun on the shoulder, and pressed Zuo Shiyun on the hanging chair.

This hanging chair has been in Tang Ming's house for many years. At that time, Tang Ming's mother would hold Tang Ming on the hanging chair and tell stories after dinner.

Tang Ming was in the living room, looking at Zuo Shiyun's back through the large French windows for a moment, then sighed softly.

She misses her mother...

After watching Tang Ming leave the balcony, Zuo Shiyun silently bowed his head and ordered, not noticing Tang Ming's gaze in the living room.

When Zuo Shiyun ordered takeaway, Tang Ming also happened to be wearing a coat and came back with two 6-cans of beer.

"Are you going to ask for leave tomorrow?" Zuo Shiyun asked in surprise.

Tang Ming smiled, but to be honest, she really wanted to ask for leave tomorrow.

"I'm not like you, pour three cups." Tang Ming replied with a sneer, and then added softly as if boasting: "You underestimate my drinking capacity."

It is said that the amount of alcohol needs to be practiced, and Tang Ming is not a natural type to drink.

But fortunately, she is not allergic to alcohol. After she started to get in touch with these essential items for middle school students to rebel, she started to practice them over time.

At the very beginning, she was slightly better than the current Zuo Shiyun, and compared with the group of boys who were mixed in the society, she was not good enough.

But after playing together for a long time, beer, something that often appears in everyone's hands, is more like a drink.

Over time, the body will gradually get used to and accept it, and develop resistance.

The period when Tang Ming drank most frequently was the second year after Tang's mother left, and at that time, it happened to be half a year after Tang Dehai did not return home from a business trip.

"Tang Ming, when...how old did you start drinking?"

Zuo Shiyun actually wanted to ask Tang Ming what happened and the reason for her test scores, but she couldn't ask, so she could only pause and change her question.

"The second day of junior high school, about the same time as now." Tang Ming didn't need to recall, she remembered the time clearly, those were not the times she deliberately wanted to remember, but she couldn't forget them.

Because that year, on the anniversary of her mother's death, she went alone.

"Did something different happen?" Zuo Shiyun hesitated, knowing that he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't control himself from asking.

"When people make different choices than usual, they will experience some different things." Tang Ming made a trick, cleverly avoiding the key point of the problem.

"En." Zuo Shiyun responded.

She knew that Tang Ming didn't want to say it clearly.

"What about you? Do you want to talk?" Tang Ming looked at Zuo Shiyun and smiled knowingly.

Zuo Shiyun shook his head lightly.

Indeed, the boredom that comes from the family is always a bit difficult to express, and I don't want to tell the people around me easily, let alone be sympathized or pitied.

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite!" Tang Ming sighed softly, and handed a can of disassembled beer to Zuo Shiyun.

In fact, she still misses Zuo Shiyun's strong pressure to ask the bottom line. Even if she is "forced" to confide her heart like that, she should be more comfortable than now.

But it seems that Zuo Shiyun has always been casual about small things, but when it comes to big things involving her family and emotions, she is always very measured.

It even gave her a very gentle feeling that it doesn't matter even if you say it, and she will be comforted and encouraged.

What a sensitive woman.Tang Ming sighed in his heart.

It's just that it would be more difficult for Tang Ming to speak up because of his awkwardness.

She seems to prefer the feeling of "being bullied", the feeling of being suppressed, unable to escape, compromising and bowing to it.

That would make her feel that the person around her who cared about her was warm, not a cold perfunctory question.

"How much are you going to let me drink?" Zuo Shiyun asked with a slight frown when he saw that Tang Ming was about to continue dismantling the second piece.

"Fragments." Tang Ming looked at Zuo Shiyun with a smirk.

"Do you think I am the one who suffers because of my fragmentation?" Zuo Shiyun turned his offensive and asked with a pointed smile.

Tang Ming was stunned for a moment, recalling Zuo Shiyun's appearance when he drank a lot last time, and replied with disgust and helplessness: "But now, it's not more than a month ago."

"You...?" For a moment, Zuo Shiyun felt that Tang Ming wanted to do something to her after drinking, but that thought only popped up for a moment, and she pushed it back to the bottom of her heart.

"I haven't chosen the prize for my grade improvement~" Tang Ming added with a smile.

Of course she saw Zuo Shiyun's ever-changing expression, especially seeing Zuo Shiyun's momentary confusion and nervousness, the feeling of finally gaining the upper hand on Zuo Shiyun, it was really great.

"Then you~ you have to think carefully about what you want." Zuo Shiyun was unwilling to be left behind, and imposingly chased after her.

The gazes of the two people collided, one was charming and seductive, the other was provocative.

Soon, the provocative party was defeated in the gradually ambiguous and strange atmosphere.

She pursed her lips and lowered her head in embarrassment. Those ears that could not be hidden were cherry pink.

And the woman opposite her is also holding on. Maybe if she persists for a second, the other party will admit defeat.

In the chests of Tang Ming and Zuo Shiyun, two restless hearts were beating at the same rapid frequency.

They can't hear each other's heartbeat, but they seem to be able to coordinate the atmosphere around them, blending seduction and provocation...

Let the temperature of the balcony gradually increase.

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Tang Ming: Annoying!