Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

"Hello."

Shen Qingyun stood alone in a remote corner, and Qi Jingshan was not with her, so not long after, someone came up to her and struck up a conversation with her in an elegant manner.

"I'm Du Yang from the Du Group, may I meet you?"

Du Yang wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, has a gentle appearance, and is relatively gentle in his speech. At least most people's first impression of him won't be too bad.

He noticed Shen Qingyun the first time she entered the scene. This woman could be regarded as the most perfect woman he had seen in more than 20 years.

Her figure, appearance and temperament are all excellent. The most important thing is that from Du Yang's vicious eyes, there is a [-]% chance that she has never touched a man.

In addition, the person who can go to the 22nd floor today is not too bad. She is so beautiful and so clean that Du Yang even thinks that she is a perfect marriage partner.

This was a feeling he had never experienced from a woman he had seen before.

So after the elders around him left, he immediately came over.

Many young people of the younger generation were paying attention to Shen Qingyun. When they saw Du Yang coming forward, they were ready to see how she would respond.

If you're not too tough, be prepared to go up and ask for your contact information.

Most veterans can see what Du Yang can see, so there are quite a few people who have ideas about Shen Qingyun.

Shen Qingjun's cold eyes quickly glanced at Du Yang, and he instantly discerned a hidden heat in his seemingly gentle eyes. At that moment, his lips were slightly raised, and his words were distant.

"The Du Group?" Her tone was mixed with half-truths and half-false doubts, "If I remember correctly, the headquarters of the Du Group should be in Qinghe City."

"Besides, Zhigaozi Changfu, which generation are you from?"

Du Yang felt even more itchy in his heart when he saw her cold and distant look, and he had a strange thought of being ravaged by her proud head raised.

But after Shen Qingyun said these words, his face suddenly turned a little blue.

Which generation could he be?Why should he, an illegitimate son, go to the Du family to arrange seniority?

However, everyone generally understands this kind of thing tacitly, and no one will say it openly.

But Du Yang was angry, but he still maintained his demeanor: "My father, Du Zicheng."

Seeing that he was still retreating, Shen Qingyun's tone became a little more contemptuous, and she said intentionally or unintentionally: "Illegitimate child?"

A guy like Du Yang looked like a playboy at first glance, and she would definitely not be polite.

The reason why she agreed to attend the party for someone like Lin Wenyao was because she was an alumnus and she owed him a favor.

But facing these random guys who came up to chat with her and had nothing to do with her, Shen Qingyun was not polite at all.

"You!" Du Yang gritted his teeth and looked at her with a somewhat sinister look.

Shen Qingyun snorted coldly, ignored him, thought for a while and walked directly towards Jiang Ran who was enjoying his meal.

Du Yang stood there and looked at her back, clenching his fists so hard that the knuckles turned white.

He felt like everyone around him was laughing at him, but he didn't dare to explode casually.

If he dares to jump up and down at the old lady Xie's banquet, he will probably be chopped alive by his father tomorrow.

He took a deep breath, walked back to the small circle where he had just been, and shrugged pretending to be relaxed.

"It's hard to deal with! I don't know whose girl she is. She can choke people to death with just one sentence."

"It's not that it's hard to deal with, it's that he has someone he likes."

A young man patted Du Yang's shoulder comfortingly and looked behind him sadly.

Du Yang's face froze, and he couldn't help but turn around. His face turned extremely ugly in an instant.

Shen Qingjun, who was like a fairy coming to earth, actually stood beside the young man wearing sneakers and casual pants.

The expression on the side of his face was like a glacier thawing, with a bit of warmth, and he was completely different from when he was facing him.

But the more Du Yang looked at it, the more he felt it was an eyesore. He felt that it was extremely disharmonious for the two people to stand together.

The young man's clothes and the way he stared at a pile of food made him look like a poor man who had never seen the world.

He didn't even bother to pay attention to Shen Qingjun's stunning beauty standing next to her, as if this fair-looking woman wasn't as important as a piece of dessert.

"Is something wrong?" Jiang Ran was holding a plate of exquisite pastries without even looking back.

There was no need to listen to the footsteps, just the elegant jasmine fragrance wafted into his nose, and he knew that the person coming must be Shen Qingyun.

The faint fragrance of jasmine on her body is just like the faint spring feeling of March drizzle splashing on the soil. Anyone who notices this subtle jasmine fragrance will find it difficult to forget easily.

"Is it delicious?" Shen Qingyun was not at a loss for words. She was indeed a little curious. It was rare to see a person eating with such sincerity.

Jiang Ran finished chewing the food in his mouth and was silent for a while, then turned around and looked at her with his usual indifferent eyes.

But Shen Qingyun saw a trace of...reminiscence in his eyes?

She wasn't sure whether it was nostalgia or not. If the emotion in Jiang Ran's expression had not been so weak in the past, it might be difficult to recognize even this slight emotion.

“Whether it tastes good or not is never a criterion for judging food.”

The expression in Jiang Ran's eyes was no longer rippled, as if the trace of nostalgia he had inadvertently revealed just now was just an illusion.

Shen Qingjun originally wanted to avoid playboys like Du Yang, so she had no choice but to get close to Jiang Ran, who had just made her angry at the door.

Seeing that he was keen on snacks and pastries, I just asked casually out of curiosity.

However, Shen Qingyun couldn't help but ask questions because the other party was obviously harboring secret thoughts and hiding his past.

"What's the criterion for judging food if it's not delicious? Is it color or aroma?"

"For a snack like stinky tofu, the first two items are irrelevant, right? Therefore, in the end, it is not about returning to the essence. Foods that are exquisite in appearance will not be praised if they are unpalatable."

Shen Qingjun didn't really want to discuss this issue with Jiang Ran, she just used this issue to start the next conversation.

"Everything on the Azure Star is a delicacy to me."

Jiang Ran's words were indifferent, as calm as if he was stating a fact.

600 years is just three words, but it is more than 20 days and nights of being a stranger in a foreign land.

Even if I travel all over the world of cultivation, see hundreds of snowfalls, and see hundreds of flowers bloom and fade, I still can’t meet anyone with whom I can talk about the past.

No one understands the next sentence of "Moonlight in front of the bed", no one knows why we should cut the candles from the west window together, but what is the story of the rainy night in Bashan...

It was an extreme loneliness.

He endured this loneliness for ten years, fifty years, a full 600 years.

Shen Qingjun originally wanted to tease him about the inappropriate use of the word "Blue Star", but Jiang Ran's next sentence made her hold back all her words.

"The noodles my mother cooked before she died didn't even add salt, but they were still delicious."

There was no sadness in Jiang Ran's expression, more like a man who had gone through many hardships and had become a spectator in his life.

Suffering and torture, even life and death, didn't matter, he was used to it all.

Shen Qingjun's bright and clear face turned full of guilt almost instantly. She took Jiang Ran's words downstairs as a kind of self-protection barrier.

At this moment, in her opinion, Jiang Ran was a man covered in wounds, arming himself with thick armor and not letting anyone enter his heart.

Shen Qingjun's starry eyes gradually became misty. She was a kind-hearted person, and this kind of unintentional hurt was enough to make her blame herself so much that her words trembled.

"sorry, I do not know……"