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He drove to the bar downstairs of Xu Hanxiao's house, and called him out.

It was early morning.

The other party endured his temper and arrived downstairs half an hour later.

Xu Hanxiao was wearing a baggy long-sleeved T-shirt. He had long hair, a small head and a small face, male and female, with a feminine temperament.He walked towards Zhang Lingze's back, put his mobile phone on the bar, and sat on the high stool: "What's the matter, young master?"

"I had a fight with my dad." Zhang Lingze took a sip of his wine, feeling extremely depressed.

"Didn't your father ignore you?"

Xu Hanxiao snapped his fingers, and the bartender nodded to him as if understanding, and mixed the cocktail he usually ordered.

"I have nothing to do when I'm free, what are you doing to provoke your father?"

Zhang Lingze pushed the empty wine glass away irritably, and stared at the photos on the phone again.

"Understood." Xu Hanxiao glanced at him, and he spoke with a tone of indifference to everything: "I went to find your old friend to get back together, and I was caught by your father."

"No." Zhang Lingze really didn't want to admit it: "Song Zhi is with someone else."

"Just that day?"

"Isn't that good? Why, you still want people to miss you."

"I don't want to get back together." He was very clear about the situation of the two of them: "We can't get back together."

"Then you still want to get in front of people? Are you heartless?" Xu Hanxiao still had that expression of irrelevance, "It's not that you don't know what you have done, you have to suffer on your own."

"Xu Hanxiao." Zhang Lingze turned around and faced him.

"I wanted to find someone to complain about, not just to listen to you scolding me." Zhang Lingze was even more annoyed by the other party's fuel.

The bartender delivered the cocktails to them.

Xu Hanxiao tactfully put away his exclusionary attitude. He spun the cup and suddenly mentioned: "I heard from others that Song Zhi was in a car accident."

"When did it happen?"

"There is a bruise on the head," he poked his forehead with his slender index finger: "Now I have amnesia."

"Amnesia!?" Zhang Lingze was shocked, "Why did you tell me?"

"You didn't ask me either."

Zhang Lingze suddenly remembered that when Xiaozhi saw him at the back door of the bar that night, he seemed to be looking at a stranger.

No wonder the man would use such a condescending posture to tell him quietly that he is not worthy.

Song Zhi... what has he experienced?

"So, people have long forgotten you." Xu Hanxiao said, "You don't have to make trouble with yourself here."

"I didn't even know about it, he forgot about me, and I didn't even know..." Zhang Lingze lowered his head angrily, and ran his hands into his hair.

Xu Hanxiao sneered: "Why, this is it again."

With a straw in his mouth, he drank the glass of cocktail in front of him like playing.

Xu Hanxiao was called down at night for no other reason. Regardless of the state of the people around him, he patted Zhang Lingze on the shoulder: "Go upstairs."

Zhang Lingze looked unhappy, his eyes seemed to say "Are you sure?"

"I'm not in the mood."

"What are you doing with me? Go upstairs." Still in the bar, Xu Hanxiao reached out to take off his coat, "Don't think about that shit, you're like a big fool."

"It's just good for the two of us to get along well, and it will be fine if we don't delay our good business." After he finished speaking, he pulled Zhang Lingze out of the bar.

The two entered the elevator in the corridor next to it. As soon as the elevator door closed, Xu Hanxiao immediately climbed up, entangled with each other passionately.

"Are you sure you haven't done this with Song Zhi?"

He stopped abruptly.

"How many times have you asked?" Zhang Lingze was already in a bad mood, but now he was even more irritable when asked, "No, why don't you believe it?"

Xu Hanxiao laughed and put his arms around Zhang Lingze's neck: "I believe, he is really stubborn."

The two hugged all the way into the hotel above the bar. He took off the long-sleeved T-shirt, put his upper body together in front of Zhang Lingze's face, flirted with each other for a while, and rolled onto the bed together.

At noon the next day, Chen Zhengrong bought a high-speed rail ticket to Qingyuan.

Song Zhi slept until twelve o'clock, but was woken up by the voices of his mother and sister-in-law.He vaguely heard in the living room that his sister-in-law was talking about the Food and Epidemic Bureau coming to inspect and going to the south in the afternoon, so he jumped out of bed, and after lunch, he offered to drive his sister-in-law to the high-speed rail station.

He was asked several times about the business of the tea house by his brothers, and he knew that he had opened a tea house in the south before.

But now, Song Zhi just felt sorry.

After all, he and his sister-in-law opened the tea house together, but now that something happened, he had to ask his sister-in-law to go back and take care of it alone.

Song Zhiben also wanted to pack his luggage, but Song's mother grabbed his arm and refused to let him go.The sister-in-law also said not to worry, saying that she might be back in two days.

But when he finished seeing off his sister-in-law and turned back halfway, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was not human.Taking advantage of Song Guoxiao's absence and his mother's going out to buy groceries, Song Zhi took his ID card and bought a high-speed train ticket for [-] p.m.

It took an hour and a half for the high-speed train I took with my sister-in-law.

He bought the same journey ticket according to Chen Zhengrong's ticket purchase information, knowing that the destination was in a small town called Qingyuan, but he had to ask his sister-in-law for the specific address of the tea house after getting off the bus.

This trip was in a hurry, and I didn't bother to say goodbye to anyone.

After getting in the car, Song Zhicai gave a brief report to Song's mother on the mobile phone, and left a sentence for his friends in the group:

[I went to the south, I will be back in a few days. ]

Xiang Bin replied to him in seconds: [No way, buddy, why didn't you tell me in advance, are you in such a hurry? ]

[How is your head?Can you remember something? ]

As expected of Song Zhi.

It's been like this since he was a child, he always does whatever he wants, as long as he decides something, no matter how much others persuade him, he can't stop it.

Originally, it was because of Zhang Lingze that he went to the south to stay, but now he has forgotten everyone, and he still has to go back...

[I heard that there is something wrong with the tea house. I have been wandering with you in Beijing for several days. Amnesia is not lost. If you can remember it or not, don’t you all live well? Me. ]

Xiang Bin replied: [Then when will you come back? ]

Song Zhigang wanted to reply [I don’t know either, it depends on the situation. ] In the next second, Mother Song's call came over.

He felt that there must be nothing good, so he didn't answer.

The high-speed train leading to the southeast coastal area was very fast. When he arrived in the city, he made some inquiries and then got on the bus to Qingyuan.After some twists and turns, I finally arrived in the town, so I called Chen Zhengrong:

"Sister-in-law, I'm in Qingyuan Town, how do I get to the tea house?"

"I seem to be here..." He looked around and found a street sign: Kaiyuan Road. "

The sister-in-law was surprised and moved on the other end of the phone: "Why are you following me again?"

"Wait, my sister-in-law is going to pick you up, just stand there and don't move, I'll borrow an electric car and I'll be there right away."

The two returned to the tea house together.

Song Zhi got out of the car and looked up at the sign - Rijian Tea House.

The cards are not small, and the scale can be considered relatively large on the street.

After the sister-in-law returned the neighbor's electric car, she took Song Zhi to the tea house.

Someone called that day, saying that Xiaozhi was in a car accident, and she left in a panic, put down her frying spoon and ran out without paying attention to anything, it was Uncle Zheng's daughter who helped to insert the door lock.

There is a woven bamboo bucket basket for sifting tea at the door, and the color of the tea inside has turned black.

Chen Zhengrong took Dou back into the house, and Song Zhi followed her in.

In front of you, there is a quiet and quiet room.

The sweet smell of tea immediately surrounded him. He looked at the furnishings in the house, touched the tea table, and a familiar feeling swept over his body.

Suddenly a woman poked her head in at the door and looked in curiously: "Zhengrong? You and the little tea master are back?"

The sister-in-law called someone in to receive her: "Yes, he just arrived too."

"Let me just say," the woman sat on the pear wood chair at the door, "Who can you pick up by bike? It must be the little tea master."

She turned to look at Song Zhi:

"What did the doctor say?"

Song Zhi: "Fortunately, nothing happened."

"That's great. My father talks about your little tea master every day, just because he's afraid that something unexpected will happen to him at such a young age."

"Is Uncle Zheng still in good health?" The sister-in-law also asked back.

"It's okay, it's okay. I was really scared in the first few days when the accident happened, and I didn't get out of bed for two days. It's much better recently, and he went to play chess again, just waiting for the little tea master to come back and play against him. "

"By the way, there's also your Mao Jianer, I'll bring you here."

The woman went out and came back with a raccoon cat in her arms.

Chen Zhengrong took it, surprised and delighted, only seeing each other for more than ten days, the seven or eight-month-old raccoon cat has already sprouted gills, and the original little pointed face was rounded by Uncle Zheng, where is Song Zhigang? When I picked it up, it looked thin and shapeless.

It seemed that he had been fed rice soup in the morning, and now the small yellow rice grains were still sticking to Mao Jianer's beard.It has been raised so that the whole fur is smooth and smooth, and it is very easy to touch.

When Song Zhi caught the raccoon cat handed over by his sister-in-law with both hands, he realized that the cat's name was "Mao Jian'er".

"Mao Jianer, come here."

He was sitting next to the tea table, and the kitten jumped up from the ground to his lap, and Song Zhi loved it for a long time.

After the sister-in-law sent the woman away, she began to pack the things in the tea house.Even if it's the stale tea leaves that have been thrown away, the fragrance that emanates makes Song Zhihun soft.

He put Mao Jianer down, walked up to the second floor, and looked in every room.

Through the large window in the bedroom, you can see the tea field hundreds of meters away. The window is facing the Qingyuan hills, green everywhere, overwhelming, sweeping in, and the air seems to be fresh.

The tea fields in the distance are endless, and the colors are pleasing to the heart.

People will fall into doubt at a glance, what is so good about a big city?

When he was in Beijing, Song Zhi didn't want to stay at home for a moment, and always felt that the atmosphere there was strange and dull.And when he came here, he felt completely at ease.

Fang Chengyan learned that when Song Zhi returned to the south.

It's been three days.

Song Zhi didn't tell the Fang family, and Chen Baiyu asked him once with ulterior motives, asking if he told Fang Chengyan?

Song Zhi just said that he didn't know the person well, and it was because of the old man that he kept in touch with Fang Chengyan, so there was no need to go and inform him.

At this moment, Fang Chengyan was leaning on the black leather swivel chair, looking at the circle of friends that the other party posted three days ago.

A photo of a raccoon cat.

The white hand rested on Mao Jian'er's head, the palm was covered with soft fluff, Mao Jian'er didn't look like he was enjoying it at all, he screamed dissatisfiedly, and looked at the camera.

There is only one sentence in the copywriting of the circle of friends——

Hello.

Small poor.

Fang Chengyan's eyes flickered undetectably.

Immediately, he turned off his mobile phone and buried himself in signing documents.

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