Words of advice to plum blossoms, hearts darkened, wine enchanted, night sky, crescent moon brows

"Then?" Mei Rugu's heart jumped into her throat when she heard Xue Jiuyue's words.

"But don't worry, Xinyue told me that she has no interest in money."

"Will she tell you the truth about this?" Mei Rugu was full of concerns.

Xue Jiuyue's smile deepened. "Xinyue is a willful princess who only does things according to her own preferences. Even when she applied for the assistant position, it was only because she was interested in Jianru's latest project, not to make a living. She has dated many boyfriends and doesn't care what others think. She just does her own thing. A girl like this who doesn't care about money or worldly opinions, do you think she would lie to me? She said money is always boring and not her cup of tea, and I believe her!"

"Is there really such a girl? I thought she only existed in books or movies." Mei Rugu felt relieved.

"However, this will also be a big test for Mr. Qian." Xue Jiuyue didn't seem to want to be as comfortable as Mei Rugu.

"How do you say it?"

"Xinyue means she has no interest in money, but with her personality, it's okay for her to try something new."

Mei Rugu panicked again, "Ah? What should I do then?"

"I'm just kidding!" Xue Jiuyue laughed cunningly, "No wonder there are problems in your marriage with Mr. Qian. Don't you know Mr. Qian? He's not a casual person. I told Xinyue that if anything happens between her and Mr. Qian, he'll be a responsible man! He scared Xinyue out of her wits and didn't dare to act rashly. Xinyue doesn't want to be bound by the shackles of marriage to someone she doesn't love."

This time, Mei Rugu really felt ashamed - her understanding and trust in Qian Jianjun was not as good as that of the outsider in front of her, and she should reflect on herself.

"Thank you, Xiaoyue." Mei Rugu expressed her sincere gratitude.

"Don't be polite, we've known each other since we fought. I actually admire independent women like you. My best friend is also a career-oriented woman, busy all day long. She always says she wants to find a domineering CEO to conquer her, but who knows who is really right for her?" Xue Jiuyue thought of Cheng Qing as she spoke, but she quickly brought the topic back, "So I always think that if Mr. Qian wasn't such a strong man, maybe your marriage life would be very happy."

"Lan also said so. I hope things can turn around." Speaking of Li Jingzi, Mei Rugu remembered her instructions at the time. "Let's talk about you. When you need to take the initiative, take the initiative. Don't have so many concerns. Think more about me and learn from my mistakes."

"What? You realize your shortcomings? It's never too late to mend the situation." Xue Jiuyue joked.

"Oh, sometimes I really hate myself. I've prepared so much for so long, why can't I be a little stronger? Then I won't have these troubles..."

As soon as he got home, Xue Jiuyue hurried online.

"Good morning, beautiful." Nothing unexpected happened to "Spit Star" today.

"I have something to tell you." Xue Jiuyue went straight to the point today and repeated almost verbatim to "Spit Star".

"Yes, although the details are different, the general direction is no different from the previous analysis. They are all misunderstandings."

Xue Jiuyue corrected him, "That's not the point. The point is that according to the information I received, he was also very upset after the misunderstanding."

"Then congratulations, Princess Yue. The doctor has you in mind."

"Then why didn't he take the initiative to contact me? I've already contacted him twice, and each time it made me furious."

"I've already said the reason. The doctor loves too deeply. He won't take the initiative as long as he has a shred of rationality. He only reveals a little when he can't help himself. And there's no such thing as three times the truth. Let's try again. Coincidentally, I'm online. If he still makes you angry, you can vent your anger at me anytime."

Xue Jiuyue was moved by the reply from "Spitting Star" in many ways. "Thank you. I will try not to get angry with you in the future. But, is it really okay for me to take the initiative to look for him again?"

"What's wrong with that? I know you're actually conflicted and restrained, worried about what might happen... But you two haven't said anything explicitly, so why are you afraid if we're just friends?"

"What if I find him and something happens? I don't want to be angry anymore. Besides, my friend only said that he looked unhappy when she was there, and he must have been upset. Now such a long time has passed, and he still hasn't contacted me. Maybe he has a new love."

"Women in love are indeed quite intelligent, and I didn't expect the ever-clever Princess Yue to be no exception. The mountain man is speechless. So, let's make a bet. I heard you say that whenever you contacted him in the past, he would reply immediately. This time, just send him a random message. If he doesn't reply within a minute, ignore him. No matter what the reason, just treat it as fate. How about it? Are you willing to bet?"

Spit Star's suggestion reminded Xue Jiuyue of Liu Che's coin flick, and she also remembered Mei Rugu's final admonition, "Okay!"

"Are you there?"

Xue Jiuyue sent the voice message in one go, and then she was too nervous to look at her phone. She stretched out her arm to put the phone as far away as possible, but before she could put it down, the notification sounded.

"Yes." The voice was still gentle.

"I can't sleep and I want to drink."

"I'll accompany you. Wait a moment. See you at the entrance of the community."

"Okay!" Xue Jiuyue, immersed in sweetness and enjoying the pampering of love, was not polite to Liu Che.

"Thank you, goodbye!" Before leaving, Xue Jiuyue did not forget to tell the "military advisor" the good news.

Every city night has different lights, waiting for different moods to ferment or settle.

Xue Jiuyue and Liu Che also found such a place.

A small alley, nestled in the busiest area during the day, now resembles a weathered old man hunched over in the darkness, reminiscing about the bustling past. The deserted desolation stretches the old man's longing out into a long, narrow space, until it overflows the alley and hides in the diffuse light of the street lamps.

As I stepped into the alley, the meows of the cats awakened from the rooftops drifted outward, adding a touch of night to the alley. Xue Jiuyue's hand, which had been tugging at Liu Che's sleeve, was weakened by the darkness, and only by holding onto his strong arm could she find light. Then, subtle ripples appeared on the stream that had meandered thousands of years ago, like the pointed buds of a tea tree before the rain, unfurling in the fine rain.

The sound of footsteps began to echo, sweeping away the images in memory like pushing away waves, piling up layer by layer to form a winding and soft intestine, singing in a low voice.

At the end of the road, a vermilion-lacquered wooden door opened. No lights or signs were displayed, and the heavy door curtains, drawn behind her dark eyelashes, resembled a lady in a secluded courtyard, letting in only a faint orange light. Was it shyness on her pretty face?

If I hadn't heard Lin Yiyi's detailed description before, I really wouldn't dare to step in without permission. Not only would it disturb the peace, it might also disturb someone's sweet dream.

There weren't many people, no music, no noise, but the dim light, like an old lantern, pricked the abscess in my heart. And of course, there was also wine and sweet talk floating in the intoxicating air.

Xue Jiuyue lay on the bar, her head resting on her forearm, her face hidden in the shadows as she softly called out, "Xiao Ming?"

Liu Che, who was sitting next to him, responded gently, "Hmm? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just wanted to call you."

"Xiao Yue?" Liu Che also said softly.

"Um?"

"I checked the local chronicles of Heyin and Anyang. During the Xining reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, there was indeed a Jinshi (Jinshi) who died suddenly while returning home to visit his family. His name was Wu Yide. Unfortunately, this is all that is recorded about him."

"Ah? Is there really such a person?"

“There is such a person.”

"Is there really a past life?" Xue Jiuyue's voice was filled with joy. She was thinking of Huamei.

Liu Che didn't know what Xue Jiuyue was thinking. "It doesn't matter whether he is there or not. I'm more concerned about why you dreamed about him."

"Why do you think that is?"

Liu Che asked in return, "Do you remember having come across place names like Tianxi Town and Yonghe Town before?"

"I don't remember. It's very strange."

"It's probably a sealed memory. Maybe these places are related to the people who hurt you, so they were sealed away together. Anyway, another clue."

Xue Jiuyue would rather believe that this was a past life, but right now she was more curious, "Xiao Ming, how did you find all this? I checked online before, but couldn't find anything."

"It just so happens that one of my classmates is a local..." Liu Che himself felt that this lie could not be continued. "I have almost sorted out the details of your previous dream, and there are no more clues. I think you should wait for some time for hypnosis treatment to see if you can dig deeper based on the existing details. So, I didn't..."

"Xiao Ming..." Xue Jiuyue didn't pay much attention to Liu Che's next words. She wanted to say thank you, but she held back. She raised her glass and said, "Cheers."

"cheers."

The wine wasn't better than "Inch by Inch of Time," but it held a deeper, unspoken meaning. The slightly spicy, cool aroma of whiskey transformed the resentment accumulated over the past few days into a lilac blossom, its delicate pink fragrance emanating from my body, refreshing my soul.

Xue Jiuyue began to tell Liu Che about the bits and pieces of events that had happened in the past few days.

With the wine in his mouth, Liu Che listened attentively and drank to his heart's content.

Time turns into wine flowing on the tip of the tongue, and before you know it, it flickers into a candle-red light, flying everywhere. All the forbearance and restraint are burned into flames, dancing like a spirit.

"Xiao Ming?"

"Um?"

Xue Jiuyue took advantage of her drunkenness and suddenly asked, "Why don't you explain?"

"I, I...can I draw your eyebrows for you?"

"Now?"

"Um!"

"The lights are dim..." Xue Jiuyue suddenly remembered that Liu Che didn't need to consider the lighting, "Did you bring an eyebrow pencil?"

"There's one more."

"How many do you have in total?"

"The one I used on you the first time has never been touched again."

Xue Jiuyue was so moved that she was speechless, but she saw Liu Che taking off a woven necklace from his neck, and the pendant was the eyebrow pencil he had used before.

"Do you wear it every day?" His voice was solemn with emotion.

"After I drew it for you."

Closing her eyes, she held back the emotions that threatened to escape, awaiting the long-awaited excitement. The brushstrokes, bearing the warmth of her body, confirmed reality through her brows, while their intertwined breaths wove a dream. Alcohol had made her skin sensitive, allowing her to discern the lingering and graceful strokes of each stroke. The undulations of the brushstrokes, the shifting speeds of power shaped by the composition, revealed Liu Che's entire heart, condensed within. There were no ethereal vows chanted by a voice, no coquettish, flirtatious responses, not even the phrase, "For eternity, huh," but Xue Jiuyue was 100% certain that Liu Che would, and would, paint her eyebrows solely for her.

"It's done." The gentle voice didn't allow Xue Jiuyue to savor the happiness any more, so she blurted out, "So soon?"

"Well, do you want to see it?"

"No, can you see it?"

"I can't..." Liu Che said dejectedly.

Xue Jiuyue quickly explained: "That's not what I meant. Can you feel it? You can try it with your hands. I shouldn't feel uncomfortable."