Go to a windy place and wait for the wind to come

Chapter 207 Does anyone care about your panic and confusion?

Three rounds of wine.

After eating the burnt roasted glutinous rice cakes, Hu Youyu settled the bill, and the three of them walked softly and slowly, turning around an intersection, and then another intersection... and returned to the small courtyard.

Seeing that Xu Hongdou was slightly drunk.

Zhang Wentao sent her back to the room and said, "It's getting late, go wash up."

After hearing Xu Hongdou's agreement, she kissed lightly, left the room and came to the dining room, turned on the light, took out milk from the refrigerator, and went to the kitchen.

Xu Hongdou's stomach is not good, and he occasionally drinks too much.

In the kitchen, he stayed quietly for a while, reckoning that it was almost time before he heated up the milk.

When Xu Hongdou came out of the wash and wiped his hair with a towel, the hot honey milk was just ready.

Seeing Zhang Wentao walking in with the cup carefully, Xu Hongdou felt warm in his heart and was very moved. After handing the towel to the other party naturally, he stared at the humble cup of milk affectionately.

Somewhat reluctantly, he gently blew on the milk skin on it, and slightly parted his lips and teeth, and took a sip slowly.

In the fragrant taste, with the sweetness of honey...

Like the taste of happiness?
With a little emotion, she felt the slight movement from the wet hair.

There is a strange throbbing in my heart.

The corners of the mouth raised quietly, and there was an indescribable amorous feeling in the smile.

Zhang Wentao's movements were a bit more proficient, but when he rubbed the opponent's slightly curly long hair, he still felt that it was a bit too long.

After a while, the slightly sweet milk was drunk.

After a long time, the hair was dried.

The night wind in the yard blew the wind chimes slightly.

Xu Hongdou took Zhang Wentao's arm and leaned on his shoulder, only thinking of it when he saw the watch on the other's hand.

When I came back today, I forgot to pick up the courier.

"Sure enough, you can't get angry with this guy, but after getting angry, he is still so considerate." Xu Hongdou thought quietly.

Zhang Wentao noticed that she was looking at her watch, raised her wrist, and found that it was past ten o'clock.After thinking that this is pointing at me, he said with a smile: "Okay, it's getting late, you should also go to bed early."

Xu Hongdou didn't answer the phone for the first time, but said after a while: "Let's wait a while, and you can go back."

Zhang Wentao nodded.

Sure enough, sticky.
He was still the same as before, he rarely guessed what Xu Hongdou was thinking, just like at the beginning, he felt that he would definitely not be able to figure it out, nor could he be sure.

"Hey, tell me, what kind of song will Lao Hu write?"

Xu Hongdou was silent, closed his eyes gently, and did not speak.

She didn't know what song Lao Hu would write, and she couldn't guess whether Damai would like it, but it was Hu Youyu's wish after all.

Just like the song "Zhou Qingtian" on my birthday.

It belongs to one person, for a period of time, and some touches in a piece of memory.

It takes a long time to taste the mellow aroma.

After staying quietly for a while, when he could see the crescent moon through the carved wooden window facing the yard, Xu Hongdou broke the silence and said, "Okay, I'm almost drunk. gone."

After listening to her, Zhang Wentao smiled, tilted his head and said: "You, drink less alcohol in the future.

Alright, let's go to bed earlier, I'll go back first. "

Before getting up, he glanced at the other party, but before he could say anything, Xu Hongdou smiled knowingly, and closed his eyes...

Taste and stop.

After parting, Xu Hongdou said, "Thank you for your concern, don't worry."

Zhang Wentao let out a "huh", not daring to stay for long, stood up and stretched, then lowered his head and kissed the other party's fair forehead, and hurried back to his room.

……

Back in the room, I don't know how long it has passed.

Hu Youyu sat in front of his electronic organ for a long time, then looked at his guitar on the ground, thought for a while, put down his earphones, and walked over quietly.

He took out the guitar and stroked it lightly with his fingers.

The smooth touch is still the same as when I first bought it by saving pocket money.

Hu Youyu didn't make a sound.

Slowly hugging it in my arms, my fingers gently "tick-tock-tick" tapped it a few times, and then gently waved the strings.

From an early age, he fell in love with music.

After coming to the university and embracing his own life, he began to work hard towards his original dream.

I yearn for the kind of relying on my own talent to make others cheer, but I don't know when life has become a guitar, a city, and a person.

Until I stopped in this windy place.

Looking at the guitar in his hand, the expression in Hu Youyu's eyes was a little slackened, and he still didn't say a word.

People always want to show their best side to others, and then taste the sadness and pain after the hustle and bustle at night.

His self-confidence has been crushed by reality, but he has been disguising himself.

Therefore, when he saw Zhang Wentao who was also pretending to be strong, he felt that the two had a common language.

That kind of camouflage is stupid and clumsy.

Carefully wrapped himself up, but inadvertently showed panic.

And who would care about the fleeting chaos and panic?

Some people only care about it, or the passing breeze...

……

early morning.

Xu Hongdou woke up early, wrapped in a woolen shawl, and came to the balcony on the second floor with her curled hair.

Days, dimly bright.

She walked to the door of No. 5 softly, and looked inside through the carved wooden door and the tulle-like curtain.

The scene inside was hazy, but she squinted her eyes and looked carefully, and she still saw a figure sleeping soundly on the bed.

With a slight smile, she came to the restaurant with satisfaction.

Barley let out a sigh of relief while cooking rice noodles, his eyes were slightly swollen.

Seeing Xu Hongdou coming down, Damai pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled mischievously: "Sister Hongdou, you got up so early."

"Hmm~" Xu Hongdou responded, walked over with a smile, glanced at the rice noodles cooked with barley, and asked in a low voice of concern: "Why, I can't bear to leave, did you cry again last night?"

Damai was embarrassed, and said falteringly: "People always feel sad when they face parting. I just miss you, and I also miss the rice noodles here."

Xu Hongdou nodded, she was smart and would not bring up the matter of Hu Youyu to embarrass Damai, and said comfortingly like a caring sister:
"Yeah, but life always has to go to the next stop. We'll keep in touch in the future."

"Well, sister Hongdou, I will definitely send messages in the group frequently in the future."

After Damai finished speaking, he looked at the rice noodles and said, "By the way, Sister Hongdou, why don't you call Brother Wen Tao, I put the ham you bought today."

Xu Hongdou hesitated, turned to the sky outside, and shook his head: "Wait a while, I'll call him when the sun comes out. Let him sleep for a while now."

"OK, all right."

Damai thought of something and nodded.

Xu Hongdou also let out a small breath in a timely manner, and asked, "By the way, Damai, you've been busy working on promotional videos during the day and writing manuscripts at night, are you tired?"

"Tired." Damai pouted and said, "However, tired and happy."

After finishing speaking, she blinked and looked at Xu Hongdou beside her, showing a smile, and said in her heart: With your support, why would I feel tired.

Xu Hongdou didn't know that she and Nana were not allowed to comment on Damai's novels, and had already been betrayed by the person she cared about.

I thought the other party was really because he went out more and met more people, he was in a better mood and had more inspiration.So I was so happy when we talked about this topic.

Eyes curved into a smile.

And Zhaoxia, with the rice noodles cooked, showed her head in the mountains...

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　Is it because I haven't written well in the past two days?Where are your tickets?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)