Chapter 181 Silence

Zhuo Qing came alone.

When he walked into the teahouse, they didn't pay attention to him, because they didn't know who he was at all.

Only Xiao Gao knows.

This young man once left a deep impression on him, but Zhuo Qing didn't seem to recognize him anymore. As soon as he left the teahouse, he went straight to Zhu Meng.

"Is it Master Zhu?"

Zhu Meng suddenly looked up and stared at him with a pair of big blood-filled eyes. I'm Zhu Meng. Who are you?

"The younger generation's surname is Zhuo."

"Your surname is Zhuo?" Xiao Gao was very surprised: "I remember that you didn't seem to have the surname Zhuo."

"Oh?"

"Your surname is Guo, and I remember it clearly."

"But I don't remember anymore." Zhuo Qing said lightly, "I have always forgotten the past quickly. I don't even think about what I should forget."

He looked at Xiao Gao quietly with no expression on his face: "Sometimes you might as well learn from me, so you may live a happier life."

People always think of something that should not be thought of at some inappropriate times, which is one of the greatest pains of human beings.

Now does Xiao Gao think of the woman she shouldn't think about again?

Xiao Gao suddenly wanted to drink.

When he was beginning to think about it, Zhu Meng suddenly smiled and laughed on his back.

"Okay, that's good." He shouted, "Bry the wine. I want to talk to this talking boy."

"Now the younger generation doesn't want to drink," Zhuo Qing said, "So the younger generation can't accompany."

Zhu Meng's laughter suddenly stopped, and he stared at him like a beast: "You don't want to drink, and you don't want to drink with me?"

"Yes, the younger generation doesn't want to drink, not even a drop." Zhuo Qing's eyes did not blink: "When the younger generation wants to forget one thing, they don't need to drink."

Zhu Meng suddenly stood up and stood up. With the sound of "bo", a teapot was crushed by him: "You really don't drink it?"

Zhuo Qing's expression remains unchanged.

"Lord Zhu, if you want to kill me now. Of course, it's as easy as a palm, but it's as difficult for me to drink.

Zhu Meng suddenly laughed again.

"Good boy, you really have guts." He asked Zhuo Qing, "Your surname is Zhuo. Is it Zhuo from Zhuo Dong?"

"Yes."

"Did Zhuo Dong come to ask you to come?"

"Yes."

"What are you doing here?"

"Master Zhu is willing to come here, of course, not just to drink a few glasses of water and wine."

"Oh?"

"Master Zhu came here just to see what tricks we want to play?"

Zhu Meng laughed again: "You're right again this time. It's really a good thing to say."

His laughter suddenly stopped, and a pair of big bloodshots shot out a lightning-like light. He asked Zhuo Donglai harshly, "What on earth do you want to play?"

"In fact, there is no trick. Even if there is, the person who plays the trick is not me."

"Who are you?"

Zhuo Qingcai said word by word in his unique tone, "I'm here tonight, just because there is someone who wants to dance for you tonight."

Zhu Meng's face suddenly changed.

How did he feel at this moment?

No one can understand, and no one can describe it. Knife scraping, needle stabbing, and fire are not enough to describe.

Zhuo Qing has already hugged Xiao Gao.

There are still many people in the restaurant, but he doesn't seem to see any of them...

"The dance of butterfly dance is the best in the world. It is by no means easy to see. You and I are not blessed today."

Xiao Gao was silent.

Zhuo Qing smiled and said, "It's just that what I invited Brother Gao to see tonight is not this dance."

"What do you want me to see?"

"It's a person." Zhuo Qing said word by word, "A person that Brother Gao wants to see very much."

Xiao Gao's face has also changed.

A woman who doesn't even know her name, a relationship that can never be forgotten.

Zhuo Qing's tone has not changed at all: "Brother Gao must have guessed who the person I'm talking about is now."

With a "wave", the wine glass in the little master was smashed, and the fragments pierced into the palm of his hand.

Zhu Meng suddenly roared, stretched out his big hand with blue veins bulging, and grabbed Zhuo Qing's skirt: "Where is she? Where is the person you mentioned?"

Zhuo Qing did not move. He looked at his hand coldly and waited for this hand to relax his skirt before he slowly said, "The person I said will come soon."

He seemed to say this to Zhu Meng, but his eyes were looking at Xiao Gao.

At this time, a shiny black carriage had stopped outside the door of the restaurant.

There is a faint sound of silk bamboo orchestra in the garden. The music is sad and beautiful, accompanied by the song, singing the joys and sorrows of life, and the song is full of a kind of helpless sadness.

"Spring goes and spring comes, flowers bloom and fall; when it comes to parting, who can stay?"

The butterfly dance sat in the carriage and listened foolishly. In the wind, a long-dead fallen leaf blew from nowhere, and fell gently on the snow like a butterfly.

She pushed the door and walked down, picked up the fallen leaves, and looked at it. I don't know how long she had been looking at it.

I don't know where a drop of water fell on this fallen leaf. I don't know if it's tears or rain? It looks like the crystal dewdrops on the green leaves in spring.

The cold fragrance is all over the building, and the cold wind is all over the building. Zhu Meng pulled his clothes more open, as if he wanted the blade-like cold wind to pierce his heart.

He and Xiao Gao didn't say anything. That kind of sweet, thick, sour and bitter thoughts have blocked their throats.

A white-haired old man slowly walked upstairs with a bamboo stick.

A little girl with big braids held the corner of the old man's clothes and followed him.

The old man holds a hole flute, and the girl holds a pipa. Obviously, she is a musician who is ready to accompany the butterfly dance. Although the old man's wrinkled face was expressionless, each wrinkle was like a grave, burying countless sufferings and sorrows.

He has seen too many sad things in the world.

The girl hasn't seen anything, because she is also blind. She was born blind. She has never seen the light at all, and she doesn't know what the joy of youth is like.

How can such two people play happiness and joy?

The old man came up silently, silently walked to a corner he was familiar with and sat down.

It's not the first time he's here. Every time he comes to play a sad song.

Play sad songs for some people who usually laugh too much, and use songs to provoke some secret pain in their hearts.

These people are also willing to let him do this.

Humans are really strange animals, and sometimes they regard pain and sadness as a kind of enjoyment.

There was another sound of footsteps downstairs.

The sound of fast footsteps is light and vibrating.

Hearing the footsteps, Xiao Gao's man had skimmed the table, rushed to the top of the stairs, and rushed down.

Zhu Meng did not move.

His whole body seemed to be stiff, turning into a corpse that had turned into a rock, the corpse of the dead in ancient times.

A woman who doesn't even know her name, a relationship that can never be forgotten.

Xiao Gao thought he would never see her, but now she is already in front of him.

Is this a dream?

She also saw him.