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The night falls, the full moon hangs high, and the dark clouds that are as thin as a veil pass by.

On the bench, two soda cans crumbled crookedly together.

Time flows slowly by itself, and human beings are ignorant and unaware.

Liang Xinhe sighed faintly: "Time flies so fast, it will be the National Day in a blink of an eye." He picked up the garbage and put it in a plastic bag.Ning Xi hummed, took it smoothly, and walked to the trash can a little closer to her.

The two walked to the building where they lived.

"Do you still travel on National Day?" Liang Xinhe asked.

"No, there are many people everywhere." Ning Xi paused, and asked in a friendly manner, "What about you?"

"I guess I'll go for a walk around. I haven't decided yet. Now I want to stay at home, sleep in, and watch dramas." Liang Xinhe sighed with a smile.

The two remained silent for a while, walked into the building, and waited for the elevator.

"By the way, just now..." Ning Xi pursed her lips and said, "After drinking your wine..."

Liang Xinhe chuckled, and joked: "You have to worry about this, so just ask me back?"

An idea flew quickly in Ning Xi's mind, and when he caught it, the elevator came.

The two entered the car door, and Ning Xi watched the elevator numbers jump up one by one, feeling that something inside was instigating her emotions to surge up, she said with difficulty: "Didn't you give me red bayberry before?"

Her voice was so soft that Liang Xinhe had to get closer and hum.

Ning Xi's mind went blank for a second, and her language skills gained the upper hand: "I didn't finish eating before, so I made bayberry wine, you... want to have a drink with me?"

Liang Xinhe stared at her blankly, almost doubting her own ears, Ning Xi didn't even look at herself, she only saw her pretty side face.

When no one spoke, the atmosphere was becoming delicate.

The elevator door opened with a "ding", and the 15th floor arrived.

Ning Xi paused for a moment before walking out.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but Liang Xinhe felt that she glanced in his direction with the end of her eyes, she gathered herself together, and followed her out.

At the same time, he glanced at his watch quickly.

Nine fifty-five.

In her perception, this is already private time.

Her heartbeat began to speed up.

Actually... just going to a friend's house for a drink?

Just like going to Han Kailiang's house.

In the past, before Han Kailiang gave birth, when they worked overtime together occasionally, if it was too late, Han Kailiang would come to the guest room to sleep with her.

That's no big deal.

Liang Xinhe looked at the back of Ning Xi who was pressing the password, and slowly and secretly let out a long breath to stabilize his heartbeat.

The door clicked lightly, and the door opened.

Ning Xi glanced at her sideways, and Liang Xinhe smiled reflexively: "Hey, you can still make bayberry wine?"

"Well, I didn't finish eating last time." Ning Xi entered the room, turned her head, and her side face was half-bright and half-obscured under the warm spotlight at the entrance, showing a delicate oil painting feeling, "You gave too much too much."

This person's side face is also too good-looking, it is too enviable.

Liang Xinhe cursed secretly in his heart, and then picked up her topic: "It's pretty good, don't waste it."

Ning Xi took out a pair of slippers from the long cabinet in the entrance and put them at her feet.

"Thank you."

The two changed their shoes and walked inside.

"Yuyao's bayberry is used to make wine..." Ning Xi sighed softly, "It's a bit of a pity."

Liang Xinhe smiled.

They came to the living room and the lights came on.

Liang Xinhe looked around and found that the house was much neater and more orderly than last time.

There are still as many books, but it can be seen that Ning Xi sorted them out in the way she likes.

She is sitting on the sofa.

A transparent glass jug filled with dark red liquid and floating ice cubes.

There are two short glasses next to it.

Ning Xi poured two glasses.

The emerald green handle made her fingers look like green onions, and her skin was like snow.

It turns out that there are real people with beautiful fingers as described in the novel.

Liang Xinhe picked up the cup and took a sip, but this thought popped into her mind. The dark red, sour-sweet and slightly icy liquid penetrated into her taste buds, and after the taste buds received the taste information, it would be transmitted to the thalamus, and then projected to the high-level taste cortex ——

She blurted out: "It's delicious."

The sweetness is just right, slightly sour, and there is a refreshing aftertaste after the sweet and sour.

After receiving the compliment, Ning Xi also had a smile on his face: "It's a bit rushed, and there are no snacks, so I can't drink too much."

Liang Xinhe smiled: "Do you think I drink well?"

Ning Xi looked at her: "What I mean is - it will hurt your stomach if you don't drink with snacks."

Liang Xinhe: "...Oh." She laughed again, her cheeks flushed a little.

Before she knew it, she drank three cups. Although the cups were small, they were made of baijiu, which was not low in alcohol.

Ning Xi silently pulled the glass jug closer to her.

"Ah, I have to go to work again tomorrow, I really don't want to go to work!" Liang Xinhe sighed.

Ning Xi never had a nine-to-five job or had to work overtime, so she didn't have much say.

"Hey, so you just need to work at home? You don't need to go to work? You don't need to negotiate with writers and publishers?" Liang Xinhe looked at her curiously.

Ning Xi didn't answer right away, but vaguely remembered telling her that she didn't need to go out for work, just stay at home.So Liang Xinhe should guess that he is the editor.

"Yeah." Ning Xi pushed the boat smoothly, "I'm not good at socializing with people, so I just need to talk with text."

Liang Xinhe was silent for a while, and his eyes became more focused.

Ning Xi dodged her eyes slightly, adjusted his glasses, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It may be my illusion." Liang Xinhe rubbed his chin, "I think the term 'talking with text' is a bit special."

"Where... special?"

"Hmm...it's just a feeling." Liang Xinhe tried hard to express it in words, but when he found that it didn't work, he smiled embarrassedly, "Maybe I think editors deal with writing a lot, and sometimes it's a bit annoying, but you said and Talking by text, it feels like you treat text as a friend."

Ning Xi was stunned for a moment.

Liang Xinhe blinked and smiled: "I said it casually."

Ning Xi pursed the corners of her lips, smiled lightly, and still did not speak.

Liang Xinhe stood up and browsed the books on her bookshelf: "...really...a lot."

"...there are some more in the bedroom," Ning Xi said with some hesitation, holding on to her glasses, "and..."

Liang Xinhe had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly turned around: "Could it be that you also have a bookshelf in the bathroom?"

"... Cough." Ning Xi's expression was a little unnatural, "There is a small one."

"Huh?" Liang Xinhe laughed, "I have to go and see, wait, can I go and see?"

Ning Xi: "...It's not impossible..."

Liang Xinhe walked up: "The bathroom is at..."

The other side of the turning passage of the entrance hallway leads to the bedroom and bathroom.

She walked over and smiled immediately.

Even the passage corridor has wooden partition bookshelves, she smiled and walked to the bathroom.

Most of the aisle lights in Ning Xi's house are sensor lights, and the ceiling and baseboards are all installed. Ning Xi watched her figure walk past, and the space lit up sequentially. She looked around the bathroom, and then turned sideways to bloom smile.

"pretty good."

Her whole body is bathed in the soft and warm indoor light, the dimples are shallow, and her beauty is added.

It was only then that Ning Xi realized that the lighting designer hired for the renovation was indeed worth so much money, and she smiled faintly.

"I have several clients who want to install bookshelves in the bathroom, but none of them did it in the end." Liang Xinhe walked back and didn't stay long.

The decoration of Ning Xi's home reflects the reality of living alone in every place, and her habits and hobbies can be seen in every place.

It's too personal for her to get involved.

"If you have children, you should set aside a special space for the children when decorating. If you are a couple, you should consider each other and compromise with each other. Usually there will be a party who compromises more..."

A little memory from the past was recalled with the words, and Liang Xinhe felt that her words had a meaningful aftertaste, but now thinking of the past and Zhou Yan, she has not made too much trouble.

It's just a very profound experience in life, and it's normal to think about it occasionally.

Ning Xi glanced at her, thought for a while, and said, "However, buying a new house and moving in with relatives or lovers is a happy thing, right?"

"Well, it's fun to be happy, but some quarrels are also fierce." Liang Xinhe let out a sigh of relief thinking of some bad past work experiences, "It's more worry-free to design for single owners."

Ning Xi paused when he heard the word "noisy", hesitated to speak, and brought the topic to himself when he spoke again, "I will also meet people like me who can't communicate and have high requirements."

Liang Xinhe's eyes stopped on her face: "You made me curious, how difficult were you to deal with back then? Did the designer cry because of you?"

At that time, Ning Xi was writing "Grandmother", day and night turned upside down, mental state was very poor, the designer often couldn't get in touch with people, and when he finally got in touch, he was rejected by himself, and his expressive ability in front of strangers was also poor, but it would not It made the designers cry, but they were really angry enough.

Ning Xi summed it up in one sentence: "Anyway, it's quite difficult to be a designer."

Liang Xinhe sneered: "You are indeed socially fearful, but it will be fine if you get familiar with it."

Ning Xi looked at her, without saying a word for a while, and then slowly said under Liang Xinhe's eyes: "Almost no one has ever said that to me."

"Huh, really? No way?" Liang Xinhe was surprised.

Ning Xi nodded.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke for a while, and there was a gap in the conversation.There seems to be something more flowing in the gap.

Can't tell.

Ethereal.

But the two of them really felt it.

Liang Xinhe's eyes fell on the table, the transparent pot body, the emerald green handle, and the two short water-rippled cups, just like the still life in the sketch class in school.

It's there without a sound and can't be ignored.

Liang Xinhe was suddenly moved by a sense of enlightenment. She looked at Ning Xi with a smile and blinked, "That proves that we are compatible."

Ning Xi lowered her glasses, and her eyes behind the lenses were also bent. She nodded again: "Indeed."

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Yang Mei: Unexpectedly, I appeared for the second time.

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