Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Brother."

He made a sound in front of the sitting person.

Because of the arrival of guests, the lights on the second floor were completely turned on.

The little lamp was therefore of no use.

Under the bright light, the man slowly put the book in his hand to one side.

The old brown book with unclear handwriting is a bit old.

When lying quietly on one side, he was like his master, restrained, calm and unmoving.

Under the light, the man in casual home clothes had a fair complexion.

Probably because he hasn't seen the sun for a long time, he even has a faint sickly pallor.

His eyebrows are very peaceful, elegant and elegant, and reveal the ultimate tranquility.

Just like the bottomless calm sea, there are no waves, no ups and downs, only a tranquility that is unreachable.

Like a beautiful god who has been peerless for a long time and lives deep in a quiet and posthumous place, noble and unpretentious, as bright as a lotus.

There is an indescribable feeling of coldness and alienation.

No one dared to be presumptuous in front of him.

Before he spoke, Qiao Zhenting didn't sit down. He even didn't dare to sit down.

A tall and big man, in front of his elder brother, he was like an obedient child who dared not resist.

The movements are even a little restrained.

The man sitting in front of him had a cane on his side.

Uncle Wang brought him freshly brewed tea and placed it on the small round table.

He coughed, slowly picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

The lips are light red, and the ends of the narrow, long and deep eyes are slightly dotted with a shallow scar.

Because it is too shallow, you can't see it at all unless you look carefully.

The shallow scars gave him a fragile beauty as delicate as celadon.

He slowly put down the cup, and those unfathomable black and cold phoenix eyes looked at him calmly and warmly.

It is still as comfortable and elegant as the spring breeze, as gentle as the summer rain.

Elegant and gentlemanly, gentle and polite.

"sit."

His voice was soft and magnetic.

A word that is neither shallow nor deep, with a unique sense of coldness about him, is particularly pleasant to hear.

Some of them even made people laugh half of their ears.

Qiao Zhenting, who was standing, seemed to relax a little after hearing his words.

He sat down on the chair that had been prepared for him.

His posture was upright, like a criminal about to be interrogated.

"Do not be nervous."

The gentle and careful man seemed to be smiling.

Together with his soft eyebrows, he has now become much more approachable.

There was a slight smile in the light, extremely dark eyes.

It was like giving him silent comfort.

Although, people can still feel the sense of alienation in them.

But in the end, it still made people feel more relaxed.

Qiao Zhenting bent his back slightly.

"Brother, long time no see. You look a little thinner."

"The president will always come back."

The man had a gentle face and a gentle voice.

Qiao Zhenting nodded and his eyes fell on his legs.

"Is your leg feeling better?"

Ever since he was in a car accident, his legs and feet have not been in good condition.

Although I have been doing rehabilitation, it is because I have injured my muscles and bones, so the rehabilitation effect is very little.

Come and go, but still inseparable from crutches.

Now it seems that just as the assistant said, it is still the same.

Qiao Boxing coughed lowly and covered his lips.

The knuckles are as white as jade.

Her gentle brows and eyes were gentle, and her tone was calm, "It's acceptable."

That's okay, okay.

Qiao Zhenting remained silent.

Sitting opposite him, he was speechless for a while.