fragrant cold

Chapter 1 Wedges
At dusk, the rain finally started to fall.

The window was half-opened, and when the raindrops fell through the window, under the refraction of the light, they shone brightly... After only a flash, they fell to the ground quickly, and then another drop... Since this morning, the weather has been constant It's so dark that it's not a good color, and now the room is so dark that I have to turn on the lights, even though it's only past six o'clock in the afternoon.

The weather like this in late spring makes people feel slightly cool, as if the rain is falling in the heart, making people feel depressed.

Meiqing obviously just brewed a new pot of tea, and the wafting aroma of the tea made me take a deep breath: "You really know how to enjoy yourself. You can hide here and drink Longjing on a rainy day."

Meiqing smiled: "Oh, how does Mr. Du know that I drink Longjing?"

I shrugged my nose: "This kind of tea fragrance, besides the top-quality Mingqian Longjing, what else can it be?"

Meiqing picked up the kettle on the small stove and brewed one for me. I couldn't help but take another deep breath, as if I wanted to inhale all the fragrant tea fragrance into my body.

Meiqing asked me: "You are usually very busy, why do you have time to visit me today?"

It is true that I met her on a trip three years ago and we hit it off right away.But because of my busy work, I seldom come to visit this friend except for occasional dinners or something.

I thought about it and said, "I have a very touching story to tell you."

It's late in the cold and late in the spring, such a time is perfect for listening to stories.Meiqing smiled: "I would like to hear the details."

"This story can't be finished in a few words. With this good tea, I will tell you slowly."

The rain outside the window was hitting the leaves of the sycamore, making a rustling sound.I pondered for a moment and began to tell the story.

"The story I'm telling happened ten years ago. The story is true. I will hide the names of the real people when I tell it." I took a sip of the tea and continued leisurely, "Ten years ago, in a certain There's a blockbuster wedding in the city, and that's where the story begins."

(End of this chapter)