time-limited addiction

After bypassing the screen, Shen Jing's fingertips curled up instantly, and she saw Zhou Luchen at first sight.

Pause.

That heart-warming smile was really him.

He was sitting next to the old lady, his aura was already strong, his long legs under the black trousers were stretched wide, and he held a precious meridian massage hammer in his hand, beating one or the other on the palm of his hand to play with.

'knock, knock,'

Scattered and light.

The antique sandalwood sofa is covered with black plush cushions.

Zhou Lvchen didn't seem to notice her, his lips were slightly pursed, and his brows did not move.

Shen Jing rarely saw Zhou Lvchen like this, drinking tea, tapping on the shoulders and chatting with the old lady with a filial look.

In Shen Jing's cognition.

He has never been in the habit of serving people, no matter who the visitor is, he has the attitude of a noble son who does not want to get close.

Shen Jing looked away, she wouldn't wait for her to kowtow to him twice.

When the old lady saw Shen Jing with a pleasant smile, she calmly stopped it, and asked Zhou Xiangqun who was silently reading the newspaper, "Who is your friend?"

Zhou Xiangqun flipped through the pages of the newspaper and said without changing his face, "The little girl who just won the championship is Xu Meijun's apprentice."

The old lady gave a long "Oh".

Shen Jing greeted the old lady politely, "Hello old lady."

The elegant and graceful old lady helped the dark green shawl on her shoulders, she didn't look at her, and only said yes.

Shen Jing looked at Zhou Lvchen, his expression was indifferent, and Shen Jing swallowed back the words of greeting.

He's good at pretending not to know her, neglecting her, ignoring her, is he still violent with her?

Shen Jing hummed secretly.

Zhou Xiangqun got up and motioned for Shen Jing, poured tea himself, "Sit down, drink tea first."

She didn't know what kind of cushion it was, but it was comfortable to sit on. She took the tea with both hands and said thank you.

The word "nuonuo" is not good enough.

Plum curtain wind.

There is a wide Wangfeng courtyard, burning coal. Behind the rockery, you can stand here to overlook the red buildings and palaces not far away.

Shen Jing always felt uneasy in her heart due to her scholarly family.

Too quiet, too solemn.

She couldn't drink the rock tea in her hand, the smell of caramel and dullness was too strong.

It's not that nobleman's life, I really can't taste this rock tea.

She just took a sip and put it back in place.

Zhou Luchen leaned back slightly, put down the hammer in his hand, and calmly, a pot of scented tea was pushed in front of her.

She froze and looked at Zhou Lu Shen.

But he never looked at her, his expression indifferent.

The old lady took a sip of rock tea, and glanced at Zhou Luchen through her eyes under the pearl presbyopic glasses, "Brother Shen, why doesn't he talk anymore, is he afraid of life?"

Is it possible? Shen Jing was dull for a moment, and looked up at Zhou Luchen.

He raised his thin eyelids slightly, looked at her, the corners of his lips curled up, and he let out a lazily 'hmm', showing his flair, "Pretty sister."

The word "sister" is three points light, three points provocative, and three points stranger.

Shen Jing avoided her eyes and replied slowly, "It's the first time we met, thank you for the compliment."

He sneered very lightly, his eyes fell on her for a moment, and he didn't speak.

The old lady was silent, Zhou Lv Shen in the eyes of the old lady, always cynical, just thought he greeted casually.

Zhou Xiangqun didn't say whether the two are a couple or not.

Zhou Xiangqun concentrated on his work and didn't care about the subtle changes in the atmosphere. People, he invited.

He didn't want to take care of the little girl, since the Lord is here on Tuesday, and the Lord will take care of it himself, so he doesn't worry about it.

Zhou Xiangqun stood up, "I'll see if Uncle's meal is ready, and take care of the guests for me."

Zhou Lu sank to speak, looking at the snow on the rockery in leisure.

this time.

The monk in cassock came in and made standard Buddhist gestures of salutation, and the old lady nodded kindly.

The monk went to the side room, lit incense, sat down on the futon, knocked on the wooden fish, and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

Shen Jing remembered that today's old calendar is a small year, probably the old lady Zhou invited her to pray.

Looking at the old lady again, the old lady has already closed her eyes and rested, listening to the sound of Buddhist scriptures quietly.

Mr. Tuesday, who was still washing tea calmly, grabbed Shen Jing's grand master's chair with his fingers without any defense, and leaned her with the stool against him.

Shen Jingying's eyes were wide open, and she looked blankly at Mr. Tuesday, but within seconds, a slight smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to wash the tea, pinching the warm cup with his long fingers to scrape off the foam.

His movements were indifferent and ascetic, and the tea mist set off those long fingers, which were absolutely gorgeous.

But what does he mean.

When the old lady closed her eyes, thinking that the old lady couldn't find out, she looked like a shrewd and sophisticated mistress.

Since she was a guest, she sat upright and did not dare to say anything to the young man's frivolous and playful behavior, for fear of disturbing the old lady listening to the Buddhist scriptures.

Zhou Lu sipped his tea deeply, "Can you listen to Buddhist scriptures?"

Shen Jing shook her head, "I don't understand."

Listening to it for the first time.

She has no desires, no desires, and has never been to a temple.

Zhou Lu loosened his lower body loosely, pressed his lips to Shen Jing's ear, and said in a low voice, "Longhe Palace Spirit."

He approached her closely, his breath mixed with hot air pressed against her ears, and the ambiguous lingering sound made her heart warm.

Shen Jing glanced at the old lady from the corner of her eye, but fortunately, she kept her eyes tightly closed.

Seeing her nervous, seeing her blushing, seeing her bowing her head shyly while wanting to speak, Zhou Lu's thin lips were tightly pressed into a smile arc, and she lightly sipped the rock tea in the cup with great interest.

She asked in a low voice, "Will you take me there?"

Zhou Lv put down his teacup, "No time."

Shen Jing was silent.

Afterwards, Zhou Lu sipped tea and listened to Buddhist scriptures leisurely, and ignored her.

She sat numb, got up and said she was going to the bathroom, and went out behind an elderly aunt.

Stepping out of the threshold and out of Zhou Luchen's sight, she exhaled easily and felt the snow falling from the sky above.

There are few people around.

Shen Jing stood behind the rockery and was drenched in the snow, lifting her scarf with her fingers.

She was a little afraid to go in and look at Zhou Luchen directly, she couldn't figure out what he meant, she was always hot and cold, calling Ah Jing to call her baby when it was hot, and colder than snow when it was cold.

With her hands in her coat pockets, she asked her aunt, pretending not to know her, "Is that the second son of your family?"

The aunt said, "Yes, I just came here today to pay New Year's greetings."

Quite a coincidence.

Others are other people's private affairs, Shen Jing is not a person who will ask questions randomly.

The aunt also asked, "Is Miss Shen still going to the bathroom?"

Shen Jing turned her head back, "I don't want to go, I want to see the snow, so go get busy."

Aunt, well, turned and left.

Not far away, Zhou Lushen leaned lazily on the square pillar, took out the lighter and slowly lit the cigarette in his mouth.

Addicted, come out and take a sip to relieve boredom.

In front of the old lady, he will not touch nicotine.

When the smoke came out, the beautiful figure in the snow fell into my eyes for no reason, across the snow.

Shen Jing was wearing a pure white cotton coat, and a red scarf wrapped her small face. When the wind and snow fell on her body, her cheeks flushed from the cold, which was very Korean.

When she looked at him, she was also laughing, sneering.

Zhou Lu frowned imperceptibly.

It was cold for her, she rubbed her hands on her lips and breathed out.