Chapter 35: . Old story

Xi Nuan picked up a cup and drank it, um...Although it is a bit astringent, it will definitely be good during the second bubble.
The uncle who is holding the tea caddy, this is pretty reliable, it's good tea.
"I will pay attention next time. I don't know why you have to exchange this tea with that old man. That's bread. Now tea leaves are worth a piece of bread?"
After Xiao Miao finished speaking, seeing Xi Nuan not answering, he handed the tea to Qing Yan, who took a sip of the tea.
Seeing Qing Yan's brows stretched out, Xi Nuan relaxed.
All this is seen by Xiao Miao...
Xiao Miao raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling as if she had discovered something amazing.
"Oh, by the way, Qingyan, you like to drink tea, don't you? Oh Yo, Xi Nuan, don't you plan to change tea for Qingyan to drink?"
Xi Nuan didn't admit or deny it, and just sat there enjoying tea.
I thought I would be fine if I didn't answer, but when I saw that Xiaomiao kept looking like a chicken thief,
She lowered her head helplessly and sighed.
This girl is ignorant about other things, but this kind of thing is quite clear.
The second master likes to drink tea. Every time she finishes the task, Mr. Jiang always asks her what she lacks as a reward. She always whispers to get some good tea.
With tea, she will deliver it to Qingyan herself.
At first, Qing Yan always wanted to refuse, or asked Xi Nuan what gift he wanted. In the end, Xi Nuan really didn't know how to say it, so she could only smile and say, if you like it, just sing me a little song.
I like to listen to.
From then on, every time Qing Yan received Xi Nuan's tea, he would make a cup and sip tea while humming a small song.
Xi Nuan was also willing to listen, so she leaned on one side and listened. Two people would consume energy all afternoon.
She won't leave Erye's hall until the evening when her hands come down and ask herself to go back to deal with the affairs.
The days at that time were like a lotus flower in a muddy pond, and white moonlight in ordinary trivial matters.
Xi Nuan cherishes and is very grateful.
"Arrange everyone to rest, it's safe to be here."
Xi Nuan glanced at Xiao Miao after saying this...
"Tomorrow, let's go out to find nylon rope. Let's rest today. You take them to rest."
Xiao Miao nodded, feeling that the whole person didn't seem so uncomfortable anymore. The death of her father did make her feel sad, but the desire to survive was stronger in comparison.
In addition to saving three people, her mood doesn't seem so bad anymore.
Feeling that he was almost done with this assist, Xiao Miao led the fat and thin into another room to rest, and then went to another room to comfort his mother and brother.
Xi Nuan and Qing Yan were sitting in the living room, drinking tea quietly.
"You, have you come to hear my cross talk? Or have you heard my storytelling?"
Xi Nuan looked at the cup in her hand, feeling bitter.
crosstalk? storytelling?
nothing…
I can't say no. She has heard that the second master talked about cross talk on stage when Mr. Jiang celebrated his birthday, but they were just short stories.
At that time, the second master told her that the duration of those jokes was not as good as one-third of the time he usually talked about.
In the last days, he no longer had the heart to talk about cross talk.
However, Xi Nuan often listens to small songs.
Although I felt a little bit distressed in my heart, there was an expression on his face that I always used to show my second master, the corners of his mouth raised, frivolous and arrogant.
She didn't intend to mention the previous events, but...
Some words can only be restarted after they have been said.
Otherwise it is a fetter, it is a hurdle that does not pass.
She has already recognized the reality, this person is not the second master, this person is just Qing Yan.
It's just Qing Yan.
"I'll tell you a story, a fictitious story. After you finish telling it, you should not have heard it."
Qing Yan backhanded and made a request, let Xi Nuan speak.
"Once upon a time, there was a gang leader, and there were twelve branches in the gang..."
The story is slow, but very attractive.
Xi Nuan spoke sentence by sentence, Qing Yan listened sentence by sentence.
Unconsciously, the tea was cold, neither of them noticed it.
After Xi Nuan finished telling the story, he tilted his head and glanced at Qing Yan who was standing there.
"That person likes to drink Dahongpao. When he's in a good mood, he likes to sing some small songs. He can play Sanxian and guitar. When he is upset, he always uses his right hand to pinch the index finger of his left hand."
"That guy, he likes fried cakes with bean paste, hot pot, and yellow braised chicken. He likes to listen to dramas, he doesn't eat pork, he doesn't want to talk much in private, but he can choke people by saying a few words occasionally. ."
After Xi Nuan finished speaking, she smiled and looked out the window. Her whole person was lost in memories. The Qingyan in front of her was still that young man.
No, there are differences.
This Qingyan looked a little greener.
And this Qingyan and her have no past.
This person is just Qing Yan, not her second master.
After saying so many things, looking at Qing Yan at this moment, she really understood in a daze, and the second master was just a memory from the moment she was reborn.
Even if Qingyan experienced the last days again and became the second master, she would no longer be the second master who had been fettered with her in the previous life.
What kind of mood was that, saying that she was happy and also happy. It would be a good thing if she could protect Qingyan for a lifetime.
However, it is false to say that it is not sad.
After all, it is hard to settle.
"This story, just listen to it, and then forget it. It's just a brain hole. It's just a brain hole. It's a nonsense story to ease the mood. I have a good talent for telling stories, right?"
Qingyan stood there, he knew that the man with short hair in front of him was Xi Nuan.
Those habits, if you are not a very familiar friend, you will not know his many habits.
Just think about it, maybe it's just because Xi Nuan got to know him through the Internet.
But even if he thinks so, he still has a trace of doubt, why Xi Nuan looks at him so...complicated and sad.
Today is the first time he and Xi Nuan met. They really didn't know each other before.
Xi Nuan still looked at Qing Yan with a thoughtful look, and knew that he couldn't help but recall the appearance of the second master just now, first sighed, then smiled relievedly and interrupted:
"You don't need to care what I said, it's just a chat. If you take it seriously, it will be boring."
Seeing Qing Yan's expression still a bit strange, Xi Nuan added another sentence.
"By the way, Qingyan. This is a two-bedroom house. It may not be comfortable for you to live with your friends. This sofa is a sofa bed. I will help you clean up. Are you here to rest?"
Qingyan glanced at the sofa, then looked at the room, and finally decided to sleep on the sofa bed.
He didn't know who Xi Nuan belonged to his classmate, and he didn't know whether he should agree or refuse. Finally, after thinking about it, he decided to do whatever he wanted.
"Trouble...Trouble."