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Song Yanqing looked down at her holding up a full glass of red wine, and tapped the edge of the glass with her fingertips: "Aunt Ying can't drink, so you can have tea instead of a bar."

He raised his hand and asked the waiter to bring tea instead.

"Miss Cheng is a new talent, isn't she?" The old artist suddenly realized, "With my memory, you should be one of his artists." She smiled and introduced Song Yanqing, "This is the son of my good friend, you can call him Song Er. "

"Mr. Song." Cheng Xuran nodded in greeting.

Cheng Xuran had other entertainments and didn't spend too long communicating with them. He always left quickly with a light on his back.

The look he looked at her was silent and weighty.

The high heels staggered, and the dark green skirt swallowed the person like an endless whirlpool. He was drowning in the ocean. His wrist was held by someone, and the temperature of the male joints was cold.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

The voice that fell on my ear was clear and clear, and there was even a hint of generous familiarity.

"Getting to know Aunt Ying will be useful to you in the future, why don't you say a few words?"

Cheng Xuran stood firm and saw him standing within arm's reach with his cold eyebrows.

She paused and withdrew her hand: "Thank you."

After drinking too much wine, her temples were pounding, and the smell of wine lingered between her lips and teeth. Cheng Xuran responded in a hoarse voice: "There are others, so don't neglect them."

Song Yanqing didn't say anything, he just said yes and acknowledged her words and her situation.

Many situations that he was accustomed to or even bored with were completely different to Cheng Xuran.

He didn't deny that it was useful to her, and he wouldn't interfere.

Cheng Xuran breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that Song Yanqing would ask, but fortunately he understood, but she didn't want him to understand and see through everything.

"You stay away from me, it's not good for others to see you." Cheng Xuran's speech was a little slurred, but he could barely speak clearly.

Song Yanqing smiled: "Then can I stand far away and watch you?"

Cheng Xuran sighed: "Who did you come with? Go back quickly, don't keep the elders waiting." The two of them stood in a secluded place, still able to say a few words, with the shadows of the trees scattered.

"I came to see you." His silhouette exposed by the moon shadow was as clear as jade, like pines and cypresses, and his voice was like a mountain stream. "You have been so busy recently that you can't see your shadow. They ask me where you are, how do I know."

"You are still thinking about me." Cheng Xuran's eyes narrowed.

"Ah."

"Don't tell Xu Zhi, or she will nag you again."

"Ah."

Song Yanqing didn't like to come to such occasions. He had seen it too many times, so he felt calm and bored. Hearing that Cheng Xuran was here, he stopped by with an elder.

As for the elders, they are not very familiar with each other. They all rely on facial recognition.

"I will stay for another two or three hours. You can go back first."

"Drink less."

"Let you meet the big star." She waved her hand, her voice was eloquent, she turned her head, and under the shadow of the light, her smile was bright for a moment.

His eyes moved slightly and he smiled lightly: "Okay, Teacher Cheng."

Take the second son of the Song Dynasty and say, Teacher Cheng, you are on duty tonight.

Cheng Xuran raised a glass and chatted with others, and smoothed her long, slightly curly hair. It fell down like a waterfall to cover her snow-white back. Her thick skirt outlined her perfect shoulders, and her exposed collarbones were delicate and fragile, like fine white jade. She didn't know what others said, but her eyelashes were full of autumn water.

Exactly like the image on the New York Times screen.

"Cheng Xuran."

Song Yanqing was a person who didn't really like to look back, but for a few seconds, bits and pieces of her appearance in high school flashed before his eyes, and she returned to the podium to introduce herself for the first time. (End of chapter)