The warm room in An Yi's mouth is located behind the entire Taoist temple.

The three of them walked through a stone road in the forest from subjectively, followed the eaves of the green tiles, passed through the residence of the Taoist disciples, and finally stopped in front of a house made of wood and stone.

An Yi walked in front, stepped on two wooden stairs to the eaves, and knocked on the door.

Within a few seconds, there was a sound of the door bolt turning inside, and then the sliding wooden door in front of him was pulled open from inside. A figure appeared in the room. The sound was a little Taoist priest who was between a young man and a young man. He respectfully bowed to An: "Uncle Master."

"Is the water boiled?"

"It's already done."

"Okay," An Yi raised his robe and was about to enter the door. He remembered something and turned around, signaled Gu Nian and Luo Xiu who were stopping behind, "They are the guests I mentioned."

An Yi moved away from the figure, and the people on both sides who were separated were able to see each other. Gu Nian saw clearly that he was indeed a little Taoist priest. He looked about twenty years old and had a fair and elegant face.

Gu Nian waited for the other party to greet him, the "Fu Sheng Immortal Heavenly Lord" they used in Taoism, but he waited for a while and didn't wait.

She looked up blankly, and saw that the little Taoist priest's originally white face turned red little by little, and his eyes were staring at Gu Nian without blinking.

Gu Nian was confused when he was seen.

Is this... I've been trapped in the view for a long time and haven't seen a girl before?

Luo Xiu also noticed that the false gentleness on his face was blown away by the cool winter wind outside the eaves. He lowered his hands and was about to walk in front of Gu Nian when he saw the little Taoist priest blushing to the extreme, and he came back to his senses and trembling: "Are you blind, teacher blind branches?"

Gu Nian: “………?”

After enduring this, An Yi finally turned around. He held his hands and showed a lazy and desolate smile at Luo Xiu: "This is a loyal fan of Miss Gu, the only one in our view. When Miss Gu left the circle, he cried so hard that his master kicked him outside the hall and reflected on it for several days."

“…”

Luo Xiu's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes turned to An Yi's eyes quickly cooled down.

Someone's eyes were gentle and about to be a knife. An Yi suppressed the smile and turned around, stopping the ignorant young disciple who was completely unaware of it. "It's too cold outside, let's talk back to the heating room."

The little Taoist priest wanted to come up and say something, but was stopped by his uncle, so he could only nod: "Okay... OK."

As he said this, his eyes were still stuck to Gu Nian like a puppy, and he was reluctantly carried in by Uncle Master.

The warm room is the usual minimalist style of Taoist temples. The southernmost direction is a low wooden couch and a warm stove. Through the half-open sliding door, the multi-layer thick floor-to-ceiling window glass looks strange and out of place.

However, outside the floor-to-ceiling window is the back mountain of Baiyun Mountain. The trees are loosely arranged in winter, and the scenery is quiet and pleasant.

As soon as Gu Nian walked into the room, she stared out of the window and came to her senses. She couldn't help but speed up and ran to the window, holding the window and looking out for a while. She smiled and bent her eyes and looked back at Luo Xiu, "This is like the place for retirement that I described to you!"

Luo Xiu walked over, stopped beside her, and whispered gently: "Do you like it very much?"

Gu Nian turned back, looked at the back mountain and nodded quickly, and said excitedly: "It's completely the scene in my dream."

Luo Xiu nodded and turned to behind him thoughtfully.

An Yi was already sitting down on the low wooden couch, and was holding a wooden tube with a long handle and slowly pouring freshly cooked spring water onto the warm-textured teapot.

After moistening the pot body, he put down the long handle of the wooden tube, without raising his eyes and making a lazy voice: "I won't sell it."

The sentence without beginning or end made Gu Nian look back in a daze.

Luo Xiu lowered his eyes regretfully: "The right to use this land in Daoci Temple is the inheritance left to him by his mother."

The amount of information is a bit large. Gu Nian digested it for several seconds before he reacted and asked softly: "Then why do you want to sell it?"

An Yi heard this, sat there and lifted his robe, and spoke lazyly: "Because you just finished speaking, Luo Xiu wanted to buy it."

Gu Nian: “…?”

Gu Nian went to confirm with Luo Xiu, and received a real feedback from him. Gu Nian was immediately embarrassed: "I don't have that meaning. This is the place of Taoism, how can it..."

Luo Xiu turned around and said, "I can pay enough price and then choose a piece of land you want for you."

An Yi: "That won't be sold."

Luo Xiu: "Why?"

An Yi: "I'm too lazy to move."

Luo Xiu: "..."

Feeling An Yi's determination, Luo Xiu turned back regretfully: "I will follow the scenery here and choose a similar place again."

Gu Nian just now had no nerve to stop Luo Xiu's words, and now he pulled his sleeve helplessly.

Luo Xiu understood and lowered his body to her: "What's wrong?"

Gu Nian lowered his voice: "Will this offend people too much?"

Luo Xiu smiled and stood up straight, without covering up his answer: "It doesn't matter, An Yi and I have known each other for many years. There is no need to bend between the three of us."

"Three people?"

"Well," Luo Xiu paused, his voice was a little unnatural, "And Josie, we have known each other since childhood."

Gu Nian suddenly realized.

"A person in love can really become a world of two people wherever he goes?" An Yi's casual teasing voice came over, "If you don't come and sit again, the tea should be cold."

Gu Nian suddenly came to his senses and pulled Luo Xiu back to the low wooden couch with embarrassment.

The little Taoist priest finally found his reason in this moment, and helped Gu Nian lay soft pads and teacups. He was so eager that he didn't even pay attention to the look of Luo Xiu looking at him next to him.

An Yi, the initiator, held back his laughter.

After a while, someone from the little Taoist priest came to him to go back and talk to him. Then the little Taoist priest walked out reluctantly.

When he arrived at the door, he remembered something again. He ran back unconsciously in Luo Xiu's "gentle" look that he was about to kill. He asked Gu Nian embarrassedly: "Teacher Blind Zhi, can you leave me a signature before you leave?"

Gu Nian smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"thank you!"

The little Taoist priest ran away happily.

This "fan" is straightforward and cute. Gu Nian turned back in a very good mood. Before she could even lose her eyes, she met a pair of brown eyes hidden behind the thin and cold lenses.

For no reason, Gu Nian felt a sense of silence and her smile froze slightly.

Luo Xiu lowered his eyes lightly: "...Sign it."

"Yes," Gu Nian savored a low and deep emotion from someone's tone and asked carefully, "What's wrong?"

Luo Xiu: "It seems you have never signed me."

“…?”

Gu Nian choked.

Before Gu Nian could draw a logical line on the question of "Why do you need to sign Luo Xiu?", he saw Luo Xiu lower his eyes and his voice dissipated as soon as he blew: "It doesn't matter, forget it if you forget it."

Gu Nian: "——!?"

Gu Nian immediately woke up and expressed his serious expression: "It doesn't matter if you can't, just sign it when you go back."

Luo Xiu nodded: "You still have to be behind him, come first and then come, right? I understand."

"...No, is there any paper and pen? I'll sign it now, sign it immediately."

Gu Nian burst into tears—

Today's evil dragon is tasted by green tea and fruit vinegar.

So Gu Nian's tea tasting in the warm room turned into a signature scene. After signing ten copies, Luo Xiu "generously" agreed to leave the eleventh copy to the little Taoist priest.

As a result, Gu Nian wrote an extra sentence on the eleventh picture, and was caught by Luo Xiu. The green tea, fruit vinegar-flavored evil dragon was launched again.

Finally, Gu Nian, with tears in his eyes, added a sentence to the first ten books, "the heartfelt words".

An Yi was beside him, drinking tea while watching the fun with amusement.

Unfortunately, joy is always short-lived.

As soon as Gu Nian finished his signature journey, a vibrating sound came from the clutch that had been hanging next to him.

Gu Nian stood up: "My cell phone must have a phone call."

Luo Xiu paused on the wooden couch, raised his hand to put away and sort out the signatures scattered on the low table.

Gu Nian took out his cell phone and saw that it was Jiang Xiaoqing's phone number.

Recalling the instructions she gave to Jiang Xiaoqing before leaving the company in the morning, Gu Nian's expression changed—

She had a bad feeling.

"Xiaoqing?" Gu Nian answered the phone.

"You finally answered the phone, I'm so anxious!" Jiang Xiaoqing complained across the phone, "Where are you now? Go back to the company quickly!"

"What's wrong? Tell me slowly first."

“…You didn’t pay attention to the follow-up??”

"Supervisor? Follow-up of the morning news?"

"Yes, you really didn't see it?" Jiang Xiaoqing choked for a while, "You are so heartless that you don't pay attention to such a big deal."

He was reminded again and said with a headache: "Luo Xiu said that the Public Relations Department will deal with it, so we came to Tao Ciguan to relax. Is there any follow-up?"
To be continued...