Chapter 200 Chapter 200

The man they were talking about, a short but strong man, was holding a sack of coal over his shoulder.Lu'er was afraid of getting dirty with the little prince, so while protecting him, he said to the back: "But take care of it! I'll teach you a lesson later!" The little prince didn't take it seriously, he still felt the excitement, and said with a smile: "You newcomer, please teach me well, what are you teaching me?" Hearing what he said, the man with the coal bag on his back turned sideways, and was facing the young prince. As expected, he was blind in one eye, and stared blankly at Xianyuan with the other.It made others wonder.The rest of the guys had a hard time dragging him to the back.

Mingyue and Xiuzhi made an appointment to go to the Russian restaurant separately, where they met for dinner.She arrived a moment early, sat at the reserved seat, ordered a cocktail and looked at the menu. While flipping through the red and gold inlaid pages, she heard a girl behind her gently scolding the man next to her: "You talk It’s not a big deal, you clearly agreed to go to Harbin to play, but you just sent me here to drink some old Russian wine?” The man's voice was with a smile: "The business is too busy recently, so I can't leave for a while. Come here today to make do with it, and go in two days, okay?"

"I will go to Harbin in two days, and the weather will be cold." She said that he was in a hurry: "You know I've always been the most trustworthy, I said I would go with you, and I would go with you. A few days later is better. The chestnuts are coming down a few days later. Let's go Step on chestnuts over there." She giggled, still blaming him: "How dare you say that? Last time I pricked my hand and bled..." Mingyue couldn't hear what he said next to her ear, but she heard their intimate laughter, and four accordion players began to play a light tune on the stage. She lowered her head and remembered a sentence she had recited when she was a child Poems:

How many times have I struggled just to find your fragrance, Every thorn of yours, how many wounds it brings to me... It was obviously a little poem about roses, but it was taken for granted by another person as an allusion to stepping on chestnuts. She smiled when she thought of his raised eyebrows, seriously making up nonsense. It was an early autumn evening, the restaurant opened two high windows, the cool evening breeze came in, and the fragrance of flowers and wine flowed quietly with the music.No matter how many schemings and conspiracies are rapidly brewing and fermenting in this city in this year and month, such a charming and gentle atmosphere here and now will remind people of the pure and lovely emotions when they were young, and the sweet scenes slowly unfold before their eyes. Slowly emerge, blink of an eye, it may become true.

She blinked and saw him come in.A man, wearing a thin silk gown, walked slowly, did not go to the show, did not look for acquaintances, only went to the bar, found a high chair to sit on, and asked for a glass of wine. She knows him too well, knows how happy he is, and can't look at his face. He may be very serious when he is happy, but sometimes he smiles when his temper is up.To know how this person is in a mood, you have to look at his neck, whether it is straight or not, it means that he is in a good mood, at least he is not in a hurry, he has an idea and can handle everything.If he hangs crookedly after drinking some wine, then he will not be happy, his interest will be low, and he will be bored.Right now, he has drunk half a glass of wine, and his arms are tilted, his head rests on his hands, his back is thin and lonely, like a down and out tree.