Chapter 312 (1/2)

Wen Jiu's face was slightly stiff. He held the bowl in his hands, buried himself in the soup and said vaguely: ”who made this rumor...”

Li Ying said on one side, ”it was the childe who claimed to be the fourth brother of shopkeeper Wen.”

Warm wine: ”

She suddenly felt that today's soup could not taste anything. She calmed down for a while and said, ”there's nothing wrong with you here. Go back to bed early.”

Li Ying nodded quickly, ”then I'll disturb the shopkeeper...”

The man only said half a sentence, looked up at Wen Jiu and Xie Heng, and hurried out.

The look in his eyes was clearly saying, 'shopkeeper, now that there are people around me, I have nothing to do.'

Wen Jiu didn't even have time to call him. As soon as Li Ying stepped back, he ran away.

For a time, only Wenjiu and Xie Heng were left in the side hall.

If one is buried in soup and full of stomach, he can't hold a word.

A seemingly careless, bent his fingers and knocked on the table, but in fact, he was surging in his heart and almost couldn't bear it.

No one spoke.

The wind and rain outside the door are shaking, and fallen leaves and flowers are flying all over the sky.

Not long.

Warm wine and two bowls of hot soup. I didn't see the boy move his chopsticks. I couldn't help asking, ”why don't you eat?”

Xie Heng raised his eyes and looked at her, ”you didn't say I could use chopsticks.”

This is really a grievance.

I almost wrote on my face, ”when you think I'm an outsider, I naturally can't be as casual as before.”

If those people in the imperial capital heard this, they were afraid that their chin would be scared off. God is not afraid. Xie Xiaoyan has such a day!

Wenjiu was so flustered that he couldn't say anything, so he had to murmur, ”move chopsticks.”

There was nothing else to say.

”OK.” Xie Heng didn't care much. Suddenly, he spared words like gold with the third childe and began to eat in a slow and orderly manner.

For a moment, there was no word again.

Those words of warm wine were hard to say, and they immediately got stuck in the throat.

After a long time, he said, ”the fourth childe was taken away by Rong Sheng.”

Xie Heng paused for a moment and then said slowly, ”he's for Xiao Wu. You don't have to think about it.”

In a word, I left warm wine with this matter.

Warm wine droops eyes, and the hands under the sleeves can't help closing tightly.

She suddenly remembered that on the day she left Yunzhou, Xie Heng stood among the peonies. Such a young man, beautiful and beautiful, asked her in a hoarse voice, ”is this me you want?”

Since then, he really didn't mean to entangle at all, as she thought, and he carried ”this is our Xie family's business, which has nothing to do with you”.

After a while.

Wen Jiu suddenly looked up and asked, ”do you drink?”

At this moment, she suddenly felt very clearly that she and Xie Heng would never have anything to do with each other from now on.

After dawn, he went back to his imperial capital. She took root in the bafangcheng. There was a vast sea of people. As soon as she turned around, she forgot the past.

Xie Heng was slightly stunned and said with a smile, ”drink.”

Tacit understanding is sometimes very cruel.

Knowing that they all hold the idea of no future, they sit opposite each other tonight, but they are silent.

There is no hysterical hatred gnashing teeth, and there are no tears after goodbye.

She thought that if she heard that Xie Heng had a wife and children thousands of miles away in the future, she would probably only wish each other with a cup of sake.

Don't meet in life, don't meet after death.