Fast time travel, but the villain is not a human being

The red wristband worn on the wrist of the man known as Brother Chu was also made of red rope, but instead of a gold lock, it was embedded with a small jade bead.

"Hey, I just wear it casually." Mr. Chu said modestly, but with pride in the corners of his eyes and brows, he slowly adjusted his sleeves.

Someone immediately laughed and said, "You can bring whatever you want. I heard that it is recently popular in Beijing to give red strings to your sweethearts, imitating Yue Lao's stringing, and tie one end to the other."

Zhou Xiaozhou: "..." Could it be any more unlucky?

Since the wrist rope was given to Feng Changqing, Zhou Xiaozhou had no intention of letting Zhou Zixu know the meaning of the wrist rope. What's more, when she gave the things away casually, the original meaning of the red rope was gone, so before When Zhou Zixu asked, Zhou Xiaozhou responded perfunctorily.

Making it up for fun? It is worthless?

It's great, this was exposed so quickly, and you don't have to wait until the end of the year to settle the score.

"Yes, we all know that the one with the red rope represents the owner and cannot be messed with. Don't you think so, brother Zixu?"

Zhou Zixu, who was named, groaned: "When did it become popular? Why didn't I know?"

"At the end of last year, two brothers in our team wore them this year, didn't you know?"

"This is a private matter. It's normal for Brother Zhou not to know. What's more, none of you know that there is already someone in his family."

Zhou Zixu drank wine and casually responded twice: "Well, it's just a red rope. I think there must be..." He paused again and said, "Brother Chu, you're just showing off, have you drunk?"

"Yes, not only do you have to drink, but you also have to be punished."

People at the table were still laughing and making trouble, the paper man's eyes had turned back, Feng Changqing touched the wrist rope, and the picture was fixed on the wrist rope for a long time.

Zhou Zixu held Zhou Xiaozhou's wrist and smiled half-heartedly: "Making it up for fun? Not worth it?"

Zhou Xiaozhou was wrong and said in a low voice: "I didn't think much about it when I gave it to him. I just... gave it as lucky money."

Zhou Zixu's fingers gently rubbed her wrist: "There should be two of them, where's the other one?" There were two of them, but it wasn't that one was given away, and the other one was ignored. .

Zhou Xiaozhou thought for a while and said uncertainly: "It seems to have been thrown into the box."

Zhou Zixu was silent for a while and whispered: "I actually wanted it at first, but when I thought about it, since it is something that even my daughter knows, I didn't. It must be because you didn't mean it."

Zhou Xiaozhou was startled and raised his eyes to look at him.

Zhou Zixu sighed and looked at Feng Changqing with a bit of unwillingness: "It was originally mine, but it ended up in his hands."

In the memory scene, Feng Changqing finally looked away, pulled up his sleeves, hid the wrist rope and continued to drink and enjoy the scenery.

Zhou Zixu calmed down his emotions and looked around: "Did you come out today? I remember that you went to Lin Mansion during the day and said you felt a little uncomfortable when you came back."

Zhou Xiaozhou pointed out the window: "Outside."

Outside the window, the long street was crowded with people, and various lanterns were dazzlingly displayed. Zhou Zhou did not bring a maid, but wore a curtain hat and still wore a pink and white dress while walking among the crowd.

Girls in the boudoir like to wear veils or hats when they go out. Zhou Zhou doesn't stand out among the crowd, but Feng Changqing's eyes suddenly fall on Zhou Zhou.

After Feng Changqing saw Zhou Zhou, he never looked away. Maybe his gaze was too direct and obvious. Zhou Zhou, who was buying candied haws, seemed to feel something and raised his head to look at the restaurant.

Feng Chang Qingchao Zhou Zhou raised his wine glass from afar.

Zhou Zhou looked at it for several seconds without responding, and turned his head away.

I discovered this morning that I forgot to click publish after writing yesterday?