"I've already read Lan Yu's diary! I know the things between you and her better than Zhao'an!"
He was drinking under his breath. Looking from the room through the soft screen window, he could only see him using snow to sober up Mu Wen'an.
Duan Zhaoan was sitting on the big Kang under the window. He glanced outside with his deep, cold eyes, and took a sip of wine from a small wine cup made of fine white porcelain with his long fingers.
He was confident that it was a good wine used to entertain foreign guests at state banquets. It was mellow and long-lasting in the mouth, and the aroma of wine instantly filled his mouth and tongue. He smiled lightly at the man who brought out the wine and said, "Leave some for me."
"Dele, Mr. Duan said, how dare we not keep one?" The man spoke with an authentic Beijing-style accent. He was no different from a boy who gave away money. He came over and said secretly: "I'll leave two for you.
My old man said that the old man is very fond of this. He especially likes to warm a pot by the charcoal stove in the winter. Since I enlisted you as a soldier, I haven’t even given you a greeting during the holidays, so I will lend you yours today.
I mean, I’ll give you two as a tribute to the old man.”
Duan Zhaoan listened to his brother's words, but his eyes stayed on Lin Chengwei's mouth. Even though he couldn't hear what he said from such a distance, he still knew what he said by watching his lips move.
He knew that Lin Lanyin had contact with Mu Wen'an. When she first came to the team, Mu Wen'an also chased her. After he didn't know what Lin Lanyin said, Mu Wen'an never came again.
What happened between the two of them was none of his business, and he had no interest in knowing what happened in the middle. Even if Lin Lanyin later returned to Beijing with him on family leave, they took the same train and waited for their return.
A few days after arriving in Beijing, there was news that he and Lin Lan were getting married, but he ignored it.
It happened that several families were asking about him from the side, including his aunt, second aunt, and several sisters-in-law. He thought about introducing his daughter to him at the aunt's birthday party. He thought that since Lin Lanyin had misled everyone, he
Just take advantage of the situation and use her as a shield to ward off those women.
After this incident came out, Mu Wen'an started making sarcastic remarks at his aunt's birthday party.
However, he never cared about the outside world and didn't take it to heart.
"You can't express your filial piety this time. The old man likes medicinal wine now, and he doesn't like the fine wine at the state banquet." Duan Zhaoan, who had not moved his eyes, lowered his head, drank the clear and translucent wine in the small wine cup, and said to
The man said: "If you can find some old ginseng, I will consider giving it to the old man."
Duan Zhaoan grew up in a compound and knew the old man, so Duan Zhaoan would say such things. If he met later and had a deeper relationship, he would not say that he wanted to bring the person to the old man.
The man suddenly became happy, clasped his hands and said: "What is luck? It's called luck here! I just got two old ginsengs before me! One of them was filial to my old man, and I still keep this one as a betrothal gift when I prepare to marry a daughter-in-law."
Now that you have opened your mouth, you must take it out!"
He readily agreed, no matter how precious the old man's ginseng was, no matter how expensive it was, the friendship between the two of them could only be seen through their crotch bags.
Outside, Lin Chengwei said that the blood on Mu Wen'an's face had faded. He held the cold tree trunk with one hand, and after a while he said with satisfaction and gloominess: "So what if you know? If Duan Zhaoan doesn't have Lan Yu in his heart, how can he do it?"
Will he tacitly allow Lan Yu to pretend to be his girlfriend outside?"
