77 days of marriage

An Xiguo listened to the song, the sadness in his heart suddenly overflowed like a beach with high tide.

Outside the window, there is a plantain tree and several green bamboo branches.

Under the cover of green bamboos, there is a lake as clear as blue.At this time, the sun was shining brightly, shining like gold, reflecting the blue waves of a pool of lake, as if countless fine gold dots were sprinkled in it.

The lake water is green and pure and fragrant, so clear that you can almost see the countless jade-colored carp wagging their tails inside.

An Xiguo groaned in a low voice: "It's windy and rainy for a few leaves, and it's even more bitter to be away from others. The pillow counts the autumn, and the toad lays down early."

Yehan was frightened and was thin, tears and lanterns fell.There is no sadness everywhere, and the light dust is in Yuqin.

The top of the mountain is silent, as if all voices are about to open their mouths to sigh together. The cold wind passes by the trees and trees that are about to wither. soft sound.

An Xiguo thought that her heart had been hardened enough by life.

Even if Nanfeng Che will be hard to forget in this life, he will not be too sad.

She imagined herself too strong.

Leng Fei knew that An Xi always liked to stay in the study, read books, listen to music, or bask in the sun and take a nap in her spare time on weekends.She has a soft spot for the study.He still remembered that when she lived in a shanty town, there was no study room at home, and she would stay in the library when she was not working or going to school.

Pushing open the door of the study, I saw An Xiguo leaning on the couch in front of the window with a book open on her lap.

In the air, there is the beautiful classical music of Zi Sang Hanchu's "I Played Jiangnan", but with a touch of sadness.

The curtains were half-closed, cutting the sunlight into a thin strip of light.An Xiguo sat by the window, staring blankly at the bright strips on the ground.Her left hand rested on her knees, while her right hand drooped feebly.The room was very quiet, like a frozen painting from a distance, but the woman in the painting could not help but feel melancholy.

Leng Fei's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and then unfolded.He turned his head and said: "Zisang, look, I said Xixi likes you very much, but you still don't believe me."

Hearing the sound, An Xiguo followed the sound and saw a person standing beside Leng Fei.Her complexion is like snow, her facial features are exquisite, her lips are like cherry blossoms, a few strands of hair on her forehead flutter in the wind, and her dark eyes hide a clearness and charm.

Eyebrows are picturesque, like flowers and colors, if you don't pay attention, you can seduce people's souls, and they are extremely beautiful.

With jet-black hair, eyebrows and eyes, his face is delicate and innocent, but deep in his eyes, there is a depth and sophistication that cannot be resolved.

An Xiguo put down the book in his hand, and stood up blankly: "Zi Sang Hanchu?"

Zi Sanghan said in a low voice, "Hello."

An Xiguo remembered an allusion. During the Jin Dynasty, Wang Youjun was handsome and beautiful.

Once, he saw Du Hongzhi, saw Du Hongzhi's face was like solidified white fat, and his eyes were like stained black paint, and praised him as a man among gods.

At that time, some people praised Wang Youjun's handsome appearance, thinking that he was very beautiful, and few people could match him.Cai Gongdao: "It's a pity that you haven't seen Du Hongzhi."

When Wang Youjun saw Du Hongzhi, he sighed and said: "The face is like gelatin, and the eyes are like lacquer spots. This is a man among gods."

An Xiguo now feels that only Zi Sang Hanchu can afford this sentence.When An Xi said that, she just said it.

Zi Sanghan had heard too many praises at the beginning, so he was not very happy, but said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Zi Sang Han Chu's arrival made An Xi Guo slightly surprised.

Regarding Zi Sang Han Chu being Leng Fei's most beloved male favourite, it's not that An Xi Guo has never heard of it.It's just that she didn't believe much at that time, because Zi Sang Hanchu's eyes were too clear and clean, she never believed it.

But seeing Zi Sang Hanchu himself at this time, she felt that those rumors were simply a kind of blasphemy to Zi Sang Hanchu.

An Xiguo looked at Leng Fei, wondering why Zisang Hanchu suddenly appeared at Leng's house.

Leng Fei said: "Didn't I tell you some time ago that I opened a new film and television company? Zi Sang is the leading actor in the new play."

An Xiguo knew about the new play, but it was not easy if she didn't want to.

An entertainment newspaper said viciously that Leng Fei chose his favorite male and female favorites as the hero and heroine of his new play, and he was not afraid that his male and female favorites would both betray him and put a hat on him together. green hat.

When he heard this remark, An Xiguo couldn't help but smile in his heart.In the entertainment circle, there has never been a shortage of talents with the spirit of entertainment.

An Xiguo said, "I know."

When An Xiguo faced Zi Sang Hanchu, he felt a slight sense of embarrassment in his expression: "I have bought and listened to your first record since it was released, and I like the songs you wrote very much. Then you will sing them out." , where it is gentle and low, it is quite soul-stirring. I can only feel the lingering sound lingering in my ears for three days."

Zi Sang Hanchu was a little embarrassed by her praise. He liked music since he was a child. Compared with others saying he likes his plays, he prefers to hear people say he likes his songs.

Leng Fei saw the resentment and vigilance in An Xiguo's eyes since he returned to him, and after seeing Zisang Hanchu, they finally relaxed a little.Knowing that she brought her son Sang Han to meet An Xi, it was the right move.

Leng Fei said: "Zisang, Xixi, I have always thought that the two of you have quite similar temperaments, and you will definitely become good friends. We met today, and it is true. Let's go out for lunch today, please." You go eat delicious food."

An Xiguo seemed to be stung by something, subconsciously said: "Can we not go to Duhao?"

Leng Fei nodded happily and said, "If you don't like it, we won't go to Duhao anymore."

When he came down from upstairs, Leng Tingxuan was actually sitting in the hall downstairs.Seeing Zisang Hanchu, unlike Anxi's happiness, Leng Tingxuan's face was as cold as frost, and his eyes were as dark as water.His voice was gentle but eerie: "Leng Fei, where do you think our Leng's family is? Why do you bring people of all kinds of teachings and nonsense to your home?"

The corners of Leng Fei's lips traced a cool arc like a crescent moon: "Zi Sang is not a man who doesn't know what to do, he is my friend."

Leng Tingxuan's eyes swept over Zisang Hanchu's face, a contemptuous smile hung on the corner of his lips, he held up the tea in front of him and shook it: "What friend? Do you really think I don't know who he is? "

Leng Tingxuan's face turned serious and he said: "Leng Fei, no matter how much you mess around outside, as long as it's not too much, I won't bother with you. However, if you bring all these wild flowers and weeds to my house, I will let you You know the consequences. I know you have never been afraid of me, and it doesn't matter. I don't believe it anymore, and I can't clean up this pile of weeds."

Leng Fei's handsome face was extremely gloomy, and his black eyes stared at her coldly. An Xiguo knew that he was really angry.

Leng Fei's two beautiful eyebrows were finally drawn together, his handsome face was deserted and frosty, his thin lips were slightly parted, full of strong oppressive force.He sneered, and his tone became a little bit colder: "I'll leave the words to you now, old man. Zi Sang Hanchu, I don't allow anyone to touch him. Anyone who dares to touch him will be against me, Leng Fei." .You old man also knows that I never joke when I speak. If you old man don't believe it, just try it and see if I'm just joking?"

Leng Tingxuan's face darkened: "You dare to threaten me?"

Leng Fei's voice was not angry at all, but it was cold and chilling. Anyone who had dealt with him knew that this was the prelude to his violent rage.He just smiled, very coldly, and that gloomy look was definitely not the way a grandson looks at his grandfather, it was the look of deep-rooted hatred for an enemy: "I never like threats, I'm just stating Just a fact."

Leng Fei said again: "If what I do is really something you are not used to, I think Xixi and I should go back to live in our Sunshine Holy Land, so that you don't worry about looking at me every day. Wouldn't it be a crime for me if I made you angry again, old man?"

Leng Tingxuan snorted coldly, ignored them, turned and went upstairs.

At this moment, Leng Fei looked at Zisang Hanchu and said, "Zisang, did you see that? Only when a man has the supreme power and wealth can he do whatever he wants and no longer be bullied by others."

An Xiguo glanced at Leng Fei slightly in surprise. At this moment, An Xiguo was more convinced of her intuition.

Zi Sang Hanchu is definitely not Leng Fei's favorite boy.

If Zi Sang Hanchu was really Leng Fei's male favorite, the way Leng Fei looked at him would definitely not be such unconditional trust like a brother.

This lunch was eaten comfortably and harmoniously.

They are not talkative people, but An Xiguo is the true son Sang Hanchu.

An Xiguo asked each sentence about his state of mind when he wrote those songs.The two really hit it off at first sight, like friends who have known each other for several years.

They all drank a little red wine, and when they returned, Leng Fei asked his bodyguard to drive his car instead.When the car reached the foot of the mountain, it was almost dusk, the setting sun melted gold, the sunset glow was bright red, and the green mountains and clear waters were covered with a layer of tulle.Looking from a distance, the bright red sky is so low that it seems within reach. The resplendent and resplendent building of Leng's old house is so exquisite under the sunset that it looks like a painting.

An Xiguo's face also seemed to be coated with a layer of seductive bright red. In the long and thick eyelashes, there were some fragments of sunlight, and the afterglow of the setting sun outlined a slender outline of her beautiful face.

An Xiguo has a translucent feeling, as if it will disappear immediately, or turn into misty smoke, without a trace of it.

Leng Fei suddenly had an illusion that she would ride the wind and go back without a trace.

He subconsciously clenched her hand, she struggled slightly, but did not break free, and let him go.