my black moonlight girlfriend

Chapter 441
Grandma sighed, "In the past two years, Yue Yue has followed him into the desert, drilled caves, stayed with him on night shifts, and went to various occasions. In the eyes of others, they have long been a couple. I think they work together. They share the same interests, have the same goals, and say they are like-minded. You are not too young, and Niuniu has been missing for two years. Although we usually don’t mention anything, no one knows in our hearts, but Fan is still alive. How could there be no whereabouts? So, when it is convenient, mention this matter, pick a good day this year, and take care of their affairs. I watched Yueyue grow up, and she will take care of her ,rest assured."

Outside the door, Fei Yue listened quietly, then left.

There was a light knock on the door of the room where Su Rongzhen was.

"Please come in." The person inside was still awake, thinking it was grandma or dad.

The door opened, and it was Fei Yue who came in, holding a bowl of honey grapefruit water.

He was sitting at the table, holding a book on gold and stone by his grandfather in his hand.

I don't know when he gradually fell in love with wearing black. At this moment, he is wearing a black top and black pants, under the reading light, which makes his complexion like jade, flawless, with mountains and mountains, handsome and ups and downs.

The honey water in Fei Yue's hand tilted slightly, but it's unknown.

He turned his head and smiled faintly under the light, "It's you? I thought it was grandma."

The honey water overflowed and soaked Fei Yue's fingers. She rolled her eyes and smiled, "Grandma asked me to bring you a bowl of honey water soda wine."

"Thank you." He nodded, a smile on his lips.

Fei Yue is used to his kind of smile, it seems very gentle, it seems very kind, but she knows that his smile is warm and distant, even when he smiles, his eyes don't focus .

She put the honey water on the table, and her fingertips were sticky, which was the reason why the honey water overflowed, but she felt that the tip of her tongue was also stuck, and she couldn't speak what she wanted to say.

After standing for a while, he didn't drink the honey water either.

She pushed the bowl towards his hand, "Drink it." Although he didn't look too drunk.

He smiled, "No, I didn't drink a lot."

"Grandma said, you like eating sweets since you were a child." Inexplicably, she added one more sentence.A sentence beyond the scope of her usual conversation with him.They never talked about anything except work.

"That was... when I was a child."

Fei Yue could hear the ups and downs and the loneliness in the understatement.

She rubbed her fingertips, and the sticky feeling of honey water was still there. Inexplicably, a surge of courage broke through the adhesion between her teeth, "Actually...have you ever thought that the word "letting go" is very important in life, and life always moves forward , Looking back and obsessing will only increase worries, if you don’t try to let go, how will you know that the scenery around you is actually beautiful, maybe there is even more beauty waiting in front of you?”

Su Rongzhen was startled for a moment, his eyes finally fell on her, the lights were dotted, scattered in his pupils, the darker the darker, the brighter, a little scorching.

Fei Yue clenched her fists with both hands, lowered her head, and heard the sound of her heart beating wildly.

Su Rongzhen smiled, "Yeah, learn to let go and look at other scenery."

Fei Yue was startled, and then smiled nonchalantly, "It's getting late, you should rest." Turning around and walking out of the room, the suffocating air seemed to clear up a lot in an instant, she took a deep breath, and quickly returned to the room.

Su Rongxuan left early the next morning and went to Huaqingtang on Liuli Street.

It has been more than a month since Mr. Zhuang mentioned that someone wanted the time-honored Huaqing brand, and Huaqingtang's pigments are really sold out.

Wei Shuhong was wiping the container, and she had nothing else to do besides wiping the container.

Seeing the boss coming, Wei Shuhong only took one look, and continued to wipe the cabinet silently. Anyway, every time the boss came, he just sat in a daze where the boss lady used to sit. It didn't matter whether she was there or not.

However, she suddenly thought of something and felt that it was necessary to talk to the boss, so she put down the cleaning cloth and followed the boss.

"Su... Mr. Su..."

Su Rongxuan turned around and saw this imprudent clerk, "You..."

"My name is Wei Shuhong." She hurriedly introduced herself, but the boss probably still couldn't remember her name.

He nodded, indicating that he understood, "What's the matter?"

"That..." Wei Shuhong swallowed her saliva, "I don't know if I need to tell you..."

"Say." He sat down and opened the tea pot.

"Well... I heard from the painters and professors these days that a new paint shop has opened at the Academy of Fine Arts, called Yixintang. I heard that the quality of the paint is very good, compared to our Huaqingtang... Boss!"

Before Wei Shuhong finished speaking, the boss' face changed drastically, and the lid of the tea pot fell from his hand, hit the tea table, bounced to the ground, and shattered.

Su Rongzhen suddenly stood up and rushed out, rushed to the door and turned back, and asked her anxiously, "What did you just say?" Her voice was hoarse.

"Huh?" Wei Shuhong was completely confused by his appearance.

"The Yixin Hall you mentioned just now! Where is it opened?"

"It's...near the Academy of Fine Arts, I don't know exactly..."

Wei Shuhong was trembling, her tongue was tied, and she couldn't finish her sentence again, when she saw that the boss had squeezed into the sea of ​​people and disappeared.

He drove to the Academy of Fine Arts and searched one store after another, finally recognizing the words on the signboard of an inconspicuous small shop: Yixintang.

The wooden signboard is not eye-catching at all, with seal characters.

A familiar aura rushed over, except for those three different characters, everything seemed to be in a dream.

The hot liquid rushed into the eye sockets in an instant, and he stood at the door for a long time, but he didn't dare to step in.

Really scared, this is another dream.

He pinched himself hard, the pain reminded him that this time, it was not in a dream...

He held on to the door frame with his hands, and his standing was a little unstable. He didn't know whether his chaotic heart could still maintain its normal function at this moment.

The weather is still hot, the air conditioner must be turned on in the store, a curtain hangs at the door, and a faint scent overflows from inside.

Suddenly, the curtain was lifted from the inside, and an old gentleman came out, followed by a little girl, who was saying goodbye to the old gentleman with a smile on his face, and said that if the paint was used well, the old gentleman was welcome to come back next time. Come, if you have any comments, you can also give feedback to the store for improvement.

After seeing off the old man, the little girl saw him standing on the side, still smiling, "Sir, welcome, do you want to see the paint?"

For the word "good", he used up a lot of strength and said it tremblingly.

The little girl led him in.

Entering the door, the fragrance is stronger, but not greasy. I don't know what ingredients are added. It smells cool and comfortable in summer.

"Please come in, our pigments are made by traditional ancient methods, and the materials are selected from high-quality ores and professionally cultivated plants..."

The little girl was chattering about introducing him, but the moment he entered the door, it seemed as if he had stopped breathing.

The back of the thin woman standing in front of the container arranging paints made his eye sockets ache, but even with thousands of needles, he couldn't bear to blink. He just stared at it until his vision was blurred and he couldn't see clearly anymore...

　I always feel that it is the real last day of the year until New Year's Eve.

　　This year's Spring Festival is not very peaceful. I hope everyone will take care of themselves and be healthy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)