Chapter 1371 The Joking Lady Laughs Frequently

Zhang Zian couldn't accurately describe the feeling of loss in his heart, and he always felt that there was some regret left in this Wuyin teahouse.

Is it a pity that you didn't taste the free high-end tea?

In fact, he is not a foodie, and he is not particularly obsessed with the so-called taste. The previous refreshments were good, but that's all.

So what's going on with this sense of loss in my heart?

Zhuang Xiaodie noticed that he was about to leave but stayed behind, stopped and asked, "Did you drop your phone?"

He touched his pocket, the phone was still there, shook his head and said, "No."

"Then it's all right, let's go." She urged.

Zhang Zian: "..."

On the one hand, there is an indescribable sense of loss, on the other hand, there is a beautiful lady floating in the mist of the mountain road, the only choice for anyone is the latter, right?

Although he knew in his heart that this beautiful woman did not belong to him, even if he hadn't lost his composure repeatedly just now, he felt guilty after all, and let her go down the mountain alone, in case she was caught by the corner of her skirt while walking on the mountain road. What if I tripped? It must be a bad fall. It has always been harder to go down the mountain than to go up the mountain.

"Okay, let's go."

He tried his best not to think about the feeling of loss, and went down the mountain with her.

The Wuyin tea house gradually drifts away behind him, and finally hides in the mist.

Pedestrians who go up the mountain encounter the two of them on the mountain road, they will be shocked by her peerless beauty, they will stand dumbfounded on the spot, or dodge aside in awe, even if it is an elderly person.

On the other hand, she was calm about this extra-standard courtesy, and said indifferently: "I didn't have time to communicate with each other in the teahouse, so why not take this opportunity to get to know each other, how about it?"

"OK."

Zhang Zian nodded, thinking that he still had to finish the blind date procedure.

"I'm a local. I didn't go to a top-level key university. I'm currently working in a start-up company in another city... Oh, yes, my family runs a pet shop. It's on Zhonghua Road. Aunt Liu should have told you ?”

He's calmed down now,

Because he knew it was impossible to have anything with her, so he was open-minded, just like chatting with a stranger he met by chance.

"I know all this, but what I want to know more is you—what kind of person are you?" she said.

"I?"

It's hard to be fair and impartial about what kind of person you are, either high or low, and the question itself is too broad.

"The most brilliant achievement in my life should be winning the 2008 Special Award for Moving China's Person of the Year, and there is nothing else." He said modestly.

Zhuang Xiaodie was stunned.

"Just kidding! I'm just kidding!" He was afraid that she would take him seriously, and he would think that he was some kind of big shot, so he quickly explained: "The special award that year was awarded to 'all Chinese', so as a Chinese There must be one, you can say that too! It’s not bragging!”

He didn't know if she could accept this kind of joke, maybe it seemed a little frivolous between people who met for the first time? But he was just completely relaxed and had no sense of gain or loss, so he joked as usual, even if she looked down on him, so what?

She was silent for two or three seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing.

This smile, like melting ice and snow, and a hundred flowers blooming, is so bright and incomparable.

Even though Zhang Zian had calmed down, he was still dumbfounded, and suddenly understood why some kings abandoned their country and society, and would rather fight the princes for the sake of making a beautiful woman smile.

At first she only laughed lightly, but then it became louder and louder, and the whole mountain path echoed with her laughter.

It made Zhang Zian laugh dumbfounded, is this joke so funny? Or is she laughing too low?

"Interesting! Interesting! So interesting!"

When the laughter stopped, she was almost in tears.

"Well, I learned a joke today and it's worth the trip," she said.

Zhang Zian pondered in his heart, did these words contain some implication that he didn't understand? But this guess is boundless.

Then he simply used his strengths, rambling, running the train with his mouth full, completely letting go of himself, and he was completely different from the rigidity when he first met her.

She sometimes listens, sometimes smiles, and sometimes thinks blankly about the stalks and jokes in his words. She often needs to explain in detail before she understands, but this also shows that she is not a perfunctory fake smile.

On the way down the mountain, Zhang Zian was basically performing stand-up comedy, telling some of his own past experiences and past events. Of course, most of them were self-deprecating and self-deprecating. ——It’s just not a good interpreter.

The winding mountain road seems to be much shorter than when going up the mountain.

When he was still thinking about it, the foot of the mountain was already in sight.

Below the mountainside, the fog has disappeared. On one side of the mountain road are rocks, and on the other side are quiet and dense forests or desolate grasses.

Suddenly, the sun came out.

Moments later, as if by magic, countless butterflies took off from the blades of grass like a moving mist of color.

Zhang Zian kept silent, and stopped to watch this beautiful scene with her.

Thinking about it, when the sun was not out before, the wings of these butterflies were covered with heavy dew, so they could only rest on the grass blades. When the sun dried their wings, they could collectively flap their wings and take off.

"It's beautiful!" he exclaimed.

"Who says it's not." She responded with a smile, "It's a pity that good flowers don't always bloom, and good times don't always come around."

It seemed that there was something in the words, but Zhang Zian couldn't figure it out, and didn't bother to think about it.

The colorful mist composed of butterflies hovered silently in the air for several weeks, most of which belonged to the mountains and forests, but there were also a small part of them that were particularly beautiful, perhaps because they regarded her gorgeous Hanfu as an oversized flower, or were attracted by the fragrance of her body. Attracted, he even danced around her, and landed on her shoulders.

She stretched out her palms, and they filled her palms again, flapping her wings one by one.

He looked at all this in surprise, and couldn't help laughing: "The butterflies seem to like you very much."

"Probably because I like them too."

She waved her palm lightly, and the butterflies in her palm took off together, but they didn't fly far away, and they were always following her, or following them.

Zhang Zian was amazed, and wanted to ask her what brand of shower gel she used, which was so attractive, but this question seemed a bit abrupt, so she didn't ask.

At the foot of the mountain, a very high-end black luxury car was waiting for her, the kind with its own driver. This also confirmed his guess—she, or her family, was rich.

"How did you get here? Do you want me to see you off?" she asked.

"No, I came by bus, you go back first." He replied with a smile.

"OK, bye."

She didn't hesitate, got into the black car and left.

Zhang Zian stood alone in front of the bus stop and waited for the bus.

To his surprise, there were still butterflies lingering around him.