as you meet

When Song Shihe signed his name after the poetry meeting and packed up his belongings to leave, Cheng Yanbai came back. His forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the end of his tie on his chest was slightly wrinkled.

Cheng Yanbai picked up his backpack and hurried away, Song Shihe stopped him, he stopped and turned around to look at Song Shihe expressionlessly,

"Cheng Yanbai, it doesn't matter if you criticize my poems, but the next time you treat your classmates, please maintain the proper demeanor and education. You are like a rude alcoholic in the fireworks and wine alley."

Song Shihe's hands were in his trouser pockets, his voice was a little colder than when he was talking to Ji Yusheng just now, and he seemed a bit gloomy, his words were full of warning, but Cheng Yanbai gave him a blank look, ignored his words, and walked away .

Song Shihe returned home and poured himself a glass of Super Bordeaux. The aroma of Merlot instantly filled his throat, making Song Shihe feel as if he was lying on the top of a snow mountain, sniffing the smell of melting snow that had absorbed all the natural essence. I feel as if I am sitting in a pottery room full of rain and tide, slowly turning the pottery that is about to be formed in the hands covered with clay.

Ever since he met Shengsheng, his heart throbbed as if he was searching in the towering snow-capped mountains and finally found the snow lotus in the corner of the mountain top. Until this moment, his heart slowly calmed down.

Of course, it only calmed down on the surface, and in the quiet air, I could still hear it, powerfully, like the sound of a rose in full bloom.

The ringing of the phone suddenly broke the scene of the snow-capped mountains, and the exquisite pottery that was about to be completed fell to the ground and fell apart.Song Shihe frowned slightly, picked up the phone and said without grace:

"Who?"

The other party was obviously surprised by his rare faux pas, and both sides of the phone fell silent for a while.

After a while, there was a voice on the other end of the phone.

"How's the air in City X?"

"Like a honeyed rose."

The other party laughed softly when he heard the words, and Song Shihe seemed to be able to see the other party's teasing look.

"Huh? Looks like you found your spring?"

Song Shihe happily turned the red wine glass in his hand, and said sincerely:

"He's beautiful."

"Huh? What you said makes me really want to see his beauty with my own eyes."

"Really? But I just want him to be beautiful for me."

"What's his name?"

"I don't want to tell you. I always feel that if I tell you his name, I will want to tell you all about him. We don't have that much time. But if I don't introduce him to you, you will be like The prince's crown of olive leaves has been stolen from outside the palace with its iron bars. It would be very unpleasant to me."

"I'm afraid it will disappoint you. I'm going to pass soon." The other party said with a hint of intentional bad intentions.