Lens

"Now I think I should know where you were born." Ron looked at the black-and-white photo thoughtfully, and he saw the colors, which should be normal.

Jia Yushi was sitting on the Ewha chair, holding a scroll in his hand, wearing a light blue robe and a jet-black waistcoat, with a slender body and peaceful eyes, as if he was in Taoyuan.

Ron wasn't satisfied with the status quo - he was completely ignored, and the ghost who ignored him was reading a book.Ron flicked the photo, looked at the ghost in the photo with a puzzled look, blew on the photo again, wiped it with a napkin, and put it back in his breast pocket.

Ron is now in Hangzhou, which was called Lin'an in the Southern Song Dynasty.He was not used to it. In a place like the UK where it rains 30 days a month, he came to a Jiangnan area with a mild climate (the south of the Yangtze River is Jiangnan, right? QAQ), he felt a sense of comfort in his bones, and he wanted to find A pillar hugged and fell asleep.

"Mr. Pezhua." Kailin had already arrived in Hangzhou one step ahead of him.

"Hi~ Karin!" Ron waved, and quickly walked to her side, and said sideways, "Is there any place to sleep here, I want to sleep!"

"Okay, Mr. Pezhua, this way." Kailin was very conspicuous in a black and white maid uniform.

"How long have I been asleep." Ron rubbed his eyes, looked at the sky outside the window, and replaced it with stars.There is a small table by the window, carved in an antique style. At the moment, there is a jug on the table, and a wine cup on the other side. After a while, a white hand lifts the jug and pours wine into the wine cup. Fill it up, Toad Palace (Moon, purely pretentious) ran in, shaking the ripples, the hand changed into two fingers to pinch the small wine cup, and introduced it into the throat, the Adam's apple moved up and down, making a soft swallowing sound.Ron half leaned on his body, supported only by his strong arms, and looked at the person by the window.

"What do you eat—" Ron said the only sentence he learned from the beginning to now, because it is said that this is the first sentence when dealing with Chinese people.

"Wine. ALCOHOL." Jia Yushi flipped through the book (Kingsoft PowerWord...) and found the only suitable word, in his opinion.

"Wine? Alcohol? This may be a good way to communicate, but I want to know more about how you got out." Ron thought that it was just to consolidate his memory, and now it was an important time to talk to the house elves at night.

"I just thought about it, and then I came out." Jia Yushi cooperated quite well, perhaps he felt a sense of security in his motherland.

"Then come out more in the future." Ron wrote this sentence with the corner of his mouth raised, thinking in his heart that he didn't mind seeing the beauty in reality, although the beauty should be a beautiful ghost.

"Ok."

Ron didn't want to answer much, he thought it was very enjoyable to look at the beauty under the moon.

Two years later——(This is a necessary process, the author has a serious face)

"Mr. Pezhua, since you have learned Chinese, are you still going back?" Kailin asked respectfully behind Ron.

"Come back and ask me this question in a minute." Ron waved his hand, and after Kailin stepped back, he took out the photo, and successfully performed a skill that was slightly inferior to Sichuan opera face-changing, "Baby, you Come out." Ron felt that he could only use two words to describe "bad dad" in his life, so he had something to praise besides the English breakfast - China's profound language and culture.

He always thought that Jia Yushi would be an elegant and unparalleled young man, but the truth kept throwing his face at him. Jia Yushi only had the appearance of a young man, but he was extremely delicate on the inside, really terrible.He lived in an apartment when he first came, and now he is engaged in real estate in Hangzhou. What made him get his career here? Because Jia Yushi was unhappy, and Jia Yushi couldn’t accept the world changing so fast, so he only went out at night. During the day, he squatted in a corner gloomy, maybe it was a dream, so Ron could only accept such a great task, and got a whole piece of antique villas, which made him feel sad and melancholy, and he didn't even feel passionate about watching "Hannibal" (This is the resentment that the author is afraid to read).

The author has something to say:

=v=Nah, nah, it’s gone, I think it’s not a big deal if you’re sued~, as for why the amount is so small, there’s a reason, the author is suffering from a serious illness, it’s called procrastination— delay - disease -