Xue Xiaofeng came out of the yoga studio at eight o'clock in the evening, outside is a lively night market and neon lights intertwined night, lively is not like the human world, she quietly walked on the way home, feel and the surrounding space, yes, a divorced single woman in her forties, what else is there to lively, she walked unconsciously to the door of the community.
Looking up at the window of the black hole hole, the room that exuded boundless silence made her sigh involuntarily. Going home or not returning was a question, and after thinking about it, she walked out of the door of the community and walked in the opposite direction, and walked into the neon flashing bustle
An elegant tea house in the lively commercial street is very different, the left side of the hot Sichuan hot pot, the right is a third of the Lu cuisine, Xue Xiaofeng walked to this, paused and pushed open the door, as soon as he entered the door and sat behind the cashier at the door, Luo Jiahui stood up and smiled and greeted him, this is a middle-aged man in his forties, the years did not leave any greasy feeling on his body, just like in a song You are still the teenager who used to be, has not changed, Xue Xiaofeng also smiled back and did not speak, Locke asked again, is it still a small species of Zhengshan? Xue Xiaofeng nodded, sat on the seat he used to like, as if it was reserved for her, this boss really has a heart, with the rise of the atmosphere of annihilation, a cup of tea quietly placed in front of her, she raised her head and smiled and smiled and said thank you, and the boss smiled and nodded and walked away, watching the hot air rise, Xue Xiaofeng did not sigh that here is still warmer than home, ah,
Luo Jiahui walked to the back of the cash register, looking at the shop three or three two customers are not many, and this lady is the only one who makes him care, not much every time he comes to a cup of Zhengshan small seed, slowly finish the tasting and smile to check out, looking at the petite figure of her departure, always feel that there is a lonely word hidden in the back, maybe the city has been staying in the city for a long time, maybe he has opened this tepid tea house because of loneliness, two or three clerks, plus the boss just put together a table of mahjong, Every evening he let the clerk go back to his shop early, maybe it was more lonely than home, he smiled and shook his head, as if to get rid of those boring self-talk, bowed his head and took the book he had opened before and continued to look at it, the title of the book said Ideal Republic