Bai Weiming smiled when he saw Chen Libing: "Mr. Li is here too?"

Chen Libing said, "Yes. I won't bother you anymore, I'll lose my companion first." After that, Chen Libing turned around and left.

Yu Zhiwu ran to Rong Junxian and said, "We are here to see you? Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

When Rong Junxian saw Yu Zhiwu, he felt complicated for a moment, but Rong Junxian was also straightforward, so he said directly: "Mr. Bai said he was coming, but didn't say he would bring you with him?"

After hearing this, Yu Zhiwu's face turned green: "What, what? Don't Boss Rong want to see me?"

"Then...that's not..." Rong Junxian was also a little complicated and said, "Okay, go up."

Bai Weiming held Rong Junxian, held his hand, and asked, "Is the hand cold? Why are you wearing so thin clothes and standing in the air?"

Rong Junxian felt the warmth coming from his fingertips, and became happy and said, "Let's wait for you."

Bai Weiming smiled and said, "What are you going to do when you come down? The wind is so strong." As he said, Bai Weiming put the coat on Rong Junxian's shoulders and said, "Even if you want to come down, you should wear more."

Rong Junxian smelled the familiar fragrance from the collar and raised the corner of his mouth.

Yu Zhiwu looked at the expressions of the two people and suddenly frowned: "I also think they seem... no, I must have misunderstood..."

Bai Weiming put his hand on Rong Junxian's shoulder again, walked in with him, and asked again: "What did you say to Li just now? You look so happy."

Rong Junxian said: "A poet who said what a chicken is... wrote a poem about acacia flowers."

Yu Zhiwu was confused when he heard it: "The poet who called the chicken?"

Bai Weiming couldn't quite understand it either. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Is it Ji Kang?"

Rong Junxian patted his thigh and said, "Yes! Yes! Yes! That's him."

Bai Weiming then chanted: "There is spring on the branches at night, and I sit in the wind and dew and enter the morning. Let the bright moon shine, and I can keep my heart open and not look to others."

Rong Junxian held Bai Weiming's arm and said, "Mr. Bai has read a lot, which is so amazing. What does this poem mean?"

Bai Weiming smiled and said, "This poem says that the auspicious night is very beautiful and charming. Unfortunately, the bright moon wants to shine on him, but he only restrains his heart and refuses to open his heart to others."

Rong Junxian listened, with a little understanding, thoughtful thought, and said for a while: "I always thought, how could you like such sweet and beautiful flowers as Hehuan? Now, is it that you like Hehuan because he "retains all his heart and does not respect others"?"

"Who said?" Bai Weiming said, "I like straightforward beauties."

Rong Junxian was stunned and said, "Is that so? Then am I a straightforward beauty?"
Chapter completed!