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After a long time, she said softly, "I don't like rainy days."

Seems to be talking to himself.

The girl huddled in a corner of the back seat, looking at the colorful lights in the distance outside the window, somewhat absent-minded.

She probably wasn't fully awake yet, her eyes were hazy. Yan Yan saw her eyes in the rearview mirror. They were empty and filled with deep sadness.

Usually the girl is lively and cheerful, with stars in her eyes, but she has never had such a look before.

Yan Yan suddenly remembered the girl he saw that night. She was cold, world-weary, decadent, like a young, withered shell.

The car drove to the alley entrance.

The rain has stopped. The air is fresh after the rain, and there are small puddles on the ground.

Yan Yan parked the car, but before he could go over to help Fu Yuan open the door, she had already gotten out.

"Thank you." The girl returned to her cute and obedient appearance and looked at him with a smile, "I'm going home."

After saying that, he walked forward without waiting for Yan Yan's answer.

She couldn't walk in a straight line, and the road at the entrance of the alley was not very flat, so she staggered like a not-so-bright penguin.

"Fu Yuan." Yan Yan called her.

She turned her head: "Hmm?"

He walked a few steps closer, stretched out his arm to her, and spoke in a gentle tone, as if he was coaxing an ignorant child: "Hold me and walk."

"Why?" Fu Yuan frowned in confusion.

"The road is difficult to walk on. You will fall down," he explained. "It's dark ahead."

"Oh." She obeyed, but only grabbed his sleeve.

Yan Yan laughed and let her hold him, deliberately slowing down his pace and walking with her.

As they walked, she started calling him again: "Yan Yan."

When she is drunk, she talks a lot and keeps calling someone's name.

Yan Yan responded in a low voice: "Yeah."

"Yan Yan."

"I'm here."

"Yan Yan."

"here I am."

… …

She stopped screaming and tilted her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling.

"Do you have any wishes?" she asked softly, as if she was acting coquettishly.

Yan Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her. Before he could answer, Fu Yuan said, "Whatever wish you have, I can help you realize it."

"Are you the genie of the magic lamp?" He smiled and felt that drunk girls were so cute that it was a bit unfair.

Hearing this, Fu Yuan said proudly: "I am much more powerful than the genie in the magic lamp."

"I have a wish, too."

She looked into his eyes, looking very pitiful, and said, "I hope Yan Yan will live a long life, happy and worry-free."

Longevity.

This was the second time Yan Yan heard this from her.

The first time, he thought it was just her unintentional words. After all, her voice on the phone that day didn't sound right, and she might not be sober.

At this moment, she was still not awake, but she said the same words.

She said she hoped he would live a long life.

This is her wish.

Having reached the gate of Jiuting, Fu Yuan yawned loudly, her eyes misty with tears: "I'm going to sleep."

After she finished speaking, she went in without looking back, but Yan Yan stood at the door for a long time before leaving.

He doesn't like rainy days either.

Whenever it rains, it is the most painful and difficult day for him.

But later on, he gradually stopped hating rainy days so much.

***

It always rains for a few days in the imperial capital, and then there will be continuous good days.

Today is the Traditional Chinese Medicine Exhibition held every three years in the imperial capital, and many well-known Chinese medicine experts in the country will be present.

You know, there are many senior experts here who cannot get an appointment no matter how rich they are. The reason they are gathered here today is because the organizer of the exhibition is named Yan.

The Yan family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine that has been passed down for hundreds of years. Their ancestors were once the imperial physicians of the emperor of a certain dynasty.

Today, the old man of the Yan family, Yan Bohong, is the president of the Chinese Medical Association. Looking at the famous figures in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, any one of them is his disciple. Some of them later gave up medicine to go into business, and now they are all well-known figures.

Therefore, there are not only bigwigs from all walks of life coming to the exhibition today, but also powerful networks that are difficult to establish on a normal day. Pei Zongming will naturally not miss such a good opportunity.

Lin Ruo made an appointment to play mahjong with some rich ladies today and went out early in the morning, so Pei Zongming brought Pei Wuxia with him.

Pei Wuxia didn't want to come to this place where there were only a bunch of bored old men, but Pei Zongming had other plans. Mocheng was a small place, no matter how good the conditions were, it couldn't compare to the capital. He had to take his daughter out more often to see the world so that he would have more choices.

To be honest, he didn't like any of the men who pursued his daughter before. In the imperial capital full of wealthy families, they could only be ranked at the lower level. Pei Zongming was still confident in his daughter and had to find a man of high status to match her.

The exhibition is located on the third floor of Yan Palace.

As the largest entertainment club in the imperial capital, only the rich and powerful can afford it. The decoration inside is extremely noble and luxurious, with golden and magnificent scenes everywhere, and carved railings and jade bricks. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an ancient imperial palace.

In addition to the older elders, there are also many younger generations who are called by their families to make friends.

On both sides of the front desk entrance there was a half-person-high porcelain vase with fresh flowers in it. A man thought the pattern on the vase was very special and turned around to take a closer look.

The companion next to him nudged him with his elbow: "Looks good, doesn't it?"

"It looks good." The man nodded.

My companion immediately laughed: "Those two vases are worth three hundred million, how can they not look good?"

The man was stunned when he heard this.

None of the people attending the meeting today had poor family backgrounds, but they were still deeply humiliated when they heard the price of the vase.

"Yan Palace is a subsidiary of Cen's Hotel. Do you know how much money Cen can make in a month just from the hotel business?"

He even said a month, not a year.

Someone made a bold guess: "Eight hundred million?"

This is already a sky-high price considering the monthly sales of a seven-star hotel.

"I guessed the first number correctly."

Everyone suffocated for a while.

"Could it be 80 billion?" This is a bit too outrageous.

"It's 800 billion."

“………………”

All the millionaires were made to laugh at their own poverty.

"I wonder if anyone from the Cen family will come today."

"These two families were related by marriage more than a decade ago. What a pity."

"The broken bone is still connected to the tendons, and there is also--"

The talking suddenly stopped.

Two young men walked in one after another. The one in front had red lips and white teeth, was very handsome, dressed very fashionably, and looked full of energy.

The man behind was slightly taller, wearing a black suit without a tie, which gave him a formal look yet a comfortable sense of relaxation. His cold white skin intertwined with the black gave him an extreme sense of separation. Looking at his face again, his eyebrows, eyes and facial features were all very well-developed, and he had a very gentle bone structure.

The accumulated stones are like jade, and the rows of pines are like green.

Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world.