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Chen Nian is also a newcomer in this city, this city is very strange, no matter whether he is a foreigner or a newcomer, the people in the city don't intend to ask some gossip, and don't care much.

On the contrary, these young masters who came recently are all extremely handsome.

Wen Zhi has a gentle temperament, everything is calm and calm, as deserted as an exiled fairy.

Compared to him, matchmakers are more inclined to rush in and out of old houses with piles of purses and handkerchiefs.

Chen Nian is different from Wen Zhi, with a smiling face and slightly drunken peach eyes, anyone who meets him can't help but blush, half of his face is covered by a lotus-colored veil, and he fled away with delicate steps.

The polite and blunt words came out of his mouth very lightly.

Wen Zhi found this person very annoying.

Every afternoon, there must be some noise in my ears.

"Wen Zhi...Wen Zhi?"

"Hey Wenzhi, let's go to the teahouse. I heard that the new storyteller is called..."

"Wen Zhi, there is a new play in the theater today..."

"Wen Zhi..."

It's really annoying, Wen Zhi plucked the strings of the guqin with his fingertips, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, showing some uncontrollable helplessness.

In the afternoon, the lotus blossoms were in full bloom, and Chen Nian knocked on the slightly closed wooden door. A smile suddenly spread from his face when he met the pair of warm eyes behind the door. Follow him in.

Although Wen Zhi was used to him being like this often, he still couldn't stand being so close, pushed him away slightly, and was hugged unceremoniously again.

Looking at the reddish face on his face, Chen Nian laughed wantonly in his heart, feeling more and more inappropriate.

"Mr. Wen, please respect yourself!" Wen Zhi blushed, holding down the hand that kept sliding down his waist, with a bit of bewildered anger between his brows.

Chen Qingxiao smiled, took advantage of the situation and shook Wen Zhi's hand, half of his body fell on top of him.

"Why didn't I know that I was getting heavier, but Wen Zhi still cared about me."

Wen Zhi snorted angrily, shook off his hand and went into the room, ignored the person who came in after him, took a cloth and continued to wipe the guqin.

The qin is a high-quality wood, bright and full of charm, but I don't know what it is.Chen Nian sits on a rattan chair and sips tea. The tea is also good tea, which melts in the mouth and leaves a fragrant aftertaste.His gaze was still fixed on the man.

The white hands moved back and forth slowly, and there was a slightly hot wind blowing outside the window, Chen Nian couldn't help being a little intoxicated.

"Wen Zhi, who are you waiting for?"

Wen Zhi's carefully wiped hands suddenly paused, and when he raised his head again, his face was calm, and he spoke after a while.

"A man who will never come back."

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