Zhang Zian couldn't accurately describe the feeling of loss in his heart. He always felt that he had left some regrets in this teahouse in Hidden Fog.
Was it because he didn't get to taste the free high-end tea?
He was actually not a foodie, and he was not particularly obsessed with the so-called taste. The tea before was good, but that was it.
So what was this sense of loss in his heart?
Zhuang Xiaodie noticed that he wanted to leave, stopped, and asked, "Did you leave your phone behind?"
He touched his pocket, and the phone was still there. He shook his head and said, "No."
"Then it's nothing. Let's go," she urged.
Zhang Zian was speechless.
On one hand, there was an indescribable sense of loss, and on the other hand, there was a beautiful woman floating in the mist of the mountain road. Anyone's choice would only be the latter, right?
Although he knew in his heart that this beauty did not belong to him, even if he did not repeatedly lose his composure just now, he still felt guilty. Moreover, he let a girl dressed in a Hanfu go down the mountain alone. What if she tripped on her skirt while walking on the mountain road? She would definitely fall miserably. Going down the mountain has always been more difficult than going up the mountain.
"Well, let's go."
He tried not to think about the feeling of loss and went down the mountain with her.
The teahouse in Hidden Fog gradually moved away behind them, and eventually disappeared in the mist.
Pedestrians who went up the mountain encountered the two of them on the mountain road would be shocked by her peerless beauty. They would be stunned on the spot, or they would avoid them in awe, even if they were old people.
She was calm about this super-standard courtesy and said indifferently, "I didn't have time to communicate in the teahouse. Why don't we take this opportunity to get to know each other?"
"Okay."
Zhang Zian nodded, thinking that he still had to go through the blind date procedure.
"I am a local, and the university I went to is not a top university. I am currently working for a start-up company in another city … Oh, yes, my family owns a pet shop on Zhonghua Road. Auntie Liu should have told you, right?"
His mood had now calmed down, and because he knew that there could be nothing between them, his heart was open, as if he was chatting with a stranger he met by chance.
"I know all this, but I want to know more about you — what kind of person are you?" she said.
"Me?"
It was difficult to be fair and just to judge what kind of person he was. It was either on the high side or on the low side, and the question itself was too broad.
"In my life, the most glorious achievement should be winning the Touching China Person of the Year Special Award in 2008. Other than that, there is nothing else," he said modestly.
Zhuang Xiaodie was stunned.
"What a joke! I was just joking! " He was afraid that she would believe him and think that he was some big shot, so he quickly explained, "That year, the special award was given to 'all the people in China', so as a Chinese, I definitely got one. You can say that too! I'm not bragging! "
He did not know if she could accept this kind of joke. Perhaps it was a little frivolous between people who had just met for the first time? However, he was only completely relaxed. He didn't care about the gains or losses, so he joked around as usual. So what if she looked down on him?
She was silent for two or three seconds and suddenly burst into laughter.
This smile was like the melting of ice and snow, the blooming of a hundred flowers, and it was incomparably beautiful.
Even if Zhang Zian had calmed his mind, he was still stunned. He suddenly understood why there were kings who abandoned their country and would rather fight for the smile of a beauty.
At first, she just laughed softly. Later, she laughed louder and louder. The entire mountain road echoed with her laughter.
Zhang Zian laughed until he was dumbfounded. Was this joke that funny? Or was her sense of humor too low?
"Interesting! Interesting! It's so interesting! "
When the laughter stopped, she almost laughed in tears.
"Well, I learned a joke today. This trip was not in vain," she said.
Zhang Zian wondered if this sentence contained some hidden meaning that he did not understand. However, this was no longer possible to guess.
Next, he simply played to his strengths, rambling, and completely letting himself go. He was completely different from the cautious person he was when he first met her.
Sometimes she listened, sometimes she smiled, and sometimes she thought about the jokes in his words. She often needed him to explain in detail before she understood, but this also showed that she was not faking it.
On the way down the mountain, Zhang Zian was basically performing a monologue. He told some of his past experiences and past events. Of course, most of them were self-deprecating and self-deprecating. The journey was not boring. After all, there was a beauty by his side — just not a beauty who could understand.
The winding mountain road seemed to be much shorter than when they went up the mountain.
When he was still not done, the foot of the mountain was already in sight.
At the foot of the mountain, the fog had disappeared. One side of the mountain road was a rock, and the other side was a quiet and dense forest or sad grass.
Suddenly, the sun came out.
After a moment, like magic, countless butterflies took off from the grass, like a moving cloud of colorful fog.
Zhang Zian kept his mouth shut and watched this beautiful scene with her.
Before the sun came out, these butterflies' wings were covered with heavy dew and could only lie on the grass to rest. When the sun dried their wings, they could collectively flap their wings and take off.
"It's so beautiful!" he exclaimed.
"I know," she responded with a smile. "It's a pity that good flowers don't bloom often, and good scenery doesn't last long."
There seemed to be a hidden meaning in her words, but Zhang Zian couldn't understand it and was too lazy to think about it.
The colorful fog formed by the butterflies hovered silently in the air for a few weeks. Most of them returned to the forest, but a small number of them were particularly beautiful. Maybe they thought her gorgeous Han dress was a super large flower, or maybe they were attracted by the fragrance on her body. They actually danced around her and landed on her shoulder.
She stretched out her palm, and they fell on her palm again, flapping their wings one after another.
He looked at all this in surprise and couldn't help but laugh. "The butterflies seem to like you very much."
"Maybe it's because I like them too."
She raised her palm gently, and the butterflies in her palm took off together again, but they didn't fly far. They had been following her, or rather, following them.
Zhang Zian was amazed and wanted to ask what brand of shower gel she was using. It was so attractive, but this question seemed a little offensive, so he didn't ask.
When she came to the foot of the mountain, a high-end looking black luxury car was waiting for her, the kind with its own driver. This also confirmed his guess that she, or her family, was very rich.
"How did you get here? Do you need me to send you? "she asked.
"No, I took the bus here. You can go back first," he replied with a smile.
"Okay, goodbye."
She didn't force him, got into the black car and left.
Zhang Zian stood alone in front of the bus stop, waiting for the bus.
To his surprise, there were still butterflies around him.
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