yellow sorghum

The butler looked at him from the rearview mirror and asked, "Do you want to eat first?"

"Oh," he played with the phone in his hand, obviously thinking about something, a little absent-minded, "how long does the exhibition start?"

Hearing this, the butler raised his hand and looked at his watch: "The exhibition at seven o'clock in the evening is now five o'clock. It's just right to go to dinner."

Yu Minglang stared at the scenery outside the window expressionlessly: "Is that Miss Zhu?"

The butler hummed, raised his glasses with his hands, "It's that Miss Zhu."

He silently observed Yu Minglang's expression, coughed lightly: "I think she is a pretty good girl."

Yu Minglang's brows knit together, and the housekeeper smiled hehe: "It's not that I speak well for her. I have to say that there are very few girls who let me, an old man, like me from the beginning of my heart. Maybe Is he a good person? Why don't you try to understand, young master. "

The housekeeper sighed with emotion, as if lost in memory: "I remember that before, the husband and wife also met in this way, but later, it was not spoiled to the bone."

Pampered to the bone?Yu Minglang suddenly thought of the beautiful woman caught in the yellowed dictionary, the woman he had never masked, the woman who had never woken up since she left her body.

Yu Minglang laughed lowly, his face was stained with a thin red halo: "Is that really a pet?"

After his mother passed away, except for that photo, there was no trace of that woman's life in this family, nor did he see how sad his father was, nor was he so distraught like the man who lost his lover in the TV series, he even He never even had a mourning. He Lai said that he loved and loved him before his death. If he should take care of his mistress, he would take care of him, and if he should hang around outside, he would just hang out. There is one less person in the world, who will remember?

Zhu Ya, will she become like that?

The housekeeper said to him very lovingly: "Fortunately, there is you, so that Mr. has another support in this world."

Zhu Ya stood at the entrance of the exhibition early, wearing a beautiful retro dress and a black coat over it. She looked elegant and immature, exuding a girlish freshness.

"Miss Zhu, I've been waiting for a long time."

Yu Minglang's smile was far-fetched, in fact, he spent a lot of effort to hold this smile, facing this woman, he couldn't smile at all.

The smile wasn't distracting, it was far-fetched, and anyone with a discerning eye could see it at a glance, but the young lady didn't even have a slight fluctuation in her expression, she shook her head lightly: "I just came too."

"Let's go then."

A weak and boneless little hand was attached to his arm, and with a little force, he held it there. Yu Minglang was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at her, while Zhu Ya blinked innocently: "Minglang, you don't like her?" Is that so?"

I don't like it, I don't like it very much, I don't like it very much, I don't like you being too close to me, I don't like you touching my clothes, I don't like it all!

But this is very common, and many men in society will hold their female partners like this.

"It's okay." He showed a very gentlemanly smile, and pulled again with the other hand, "This is what a man should do."

Zhu Ya covered her mouth and laughed lightly: "Call me Zhu Ya, don't call me Miss Zhu, it sounds strange."

He nodded: "Okay."

When the two walked to the door, Zhu Ya took out two invitation cards from her handbag and handed them to the waiter.

"It was hard to get two invitations, and I was the first to think of Minglang. I really want to take a look with you."

This is a private art exhibition held by a well-known artist, and the invited people are all famous people. Although it is only a small exhibition, most of the people who come to the exhibition are dressed formally, and the two of them are inside, looking a little casual.

Zhu Ya took two glasses of fruit wine from the waiter's tray, handed one to Yu Minglang, and said with a smile, "Do you think we seem a bit out of place here?"

Yu Minglang took the goblet, and made a breathy sound from his nose. He didn't care much, indeed, all the people who came were from the society, the men in suits and leather shoes, the women in beautiful little dresses, drinking and whispering, and even more so. It was like a small gathering, but of course the main attention was on the paintings hanging on the wall. They looked like two young people who didn't know much about the world.

Her eyeballs rolled in their sockets, and she glanced around: "But it's very interesting, what do you think, Qingming?"

Yu Minglang was still the same as before, he hummed and didn't express any opinion.

Looking at the works on the wall, Zhu Ya suddenly said: "I was taken by my grandfather when I was very young, even if there are some places where children are not suitable for appearing, they will always take me with them."

Her eyes turned, and she looked at her beautifully: "Grandpa always spoils me very much. He will agree to whatever I want."

Yu Minglang is puzzled, is she showing off to herself that she has a grandfather who loves her?How strange.

The girl looked at him intently, her long eyelashes trembling, and after a while, she turned her gaze to the wall: "Let's go, let's look around."

She finished speaking nonsensically, then changed the topic nonsensically, her slender fingers grabbed Yu Minglang's cuffs, the current her was different from when the two met that night, she seemed to have lost a bit of her ladylike aura, A little bit of wildness.

But this is indeed a very self-cultivated girl, intelligent and generous, and Yu Minglang felt a little happy after spending a night with her, and she was not disgusted. Zhu Ya knew a lot, especially when it came to art. , she is really interested in this exhibition. When she walks in front of each painting, she can explain and analyze the artistic conception of the painting very well. I have to say that she is indeed very charming when she talks about these things. People's eyes can't help but want to follow her, but it's a pity that Yu Minglang didn't call. At most, he can sigh with emotion how knowledgeable this lady is, and he has benefited a lot from supplementing him with Western aesthetics all night. .

No one can hate such an intellectual and charming person.

"Mingming, there will be an art exhibition at West Beach at this time next week. It seems to be some kind of post-match exhibition. There should be some interesting things. Are you interested?" Zhu Ya and he walked towards the exit slowly, then Both hands are still in Yu Minglang's arms, with a sense of intimacy, but it doesn't feel awkward.

He pretended to think about it seriously, and returned a sorry smile: "Sorry, I have something to do at that time."

There was no disappointment on Zhu Ya's face, her lips were pursed, and the dark lipstick looked a little sexy, but she still said, "It's really regrettable."

She giggled: "I thought I would have the opportunity to go to such a place with Minglang again."

Yu Minglang: "Sorry."

"In that case, why don't you walk around with me again, and make up for the next missed appointment."

A clever statement, not offensive and a reason that people cannot refuse, Yu Minglang stared at her slightly curly hair, and suddenly laughed: "Okay."

The author has something to say:

If I have something to do at night, I just wrote and posted it hahahahaha! WTND what a genius