"It seems...I'm not very clear either." Although Yan Jia drank too much, his mind was clear, "Auntie, Lao Ji will tell you when things are right. He does things in a measured way, don't worry."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Yang Shuzheng has always been very reassured about her son, "Is there any woman who has been close to him recently?"

"Auntie, there is a daughter in the count's family who is chasing Lao Ji recently, hehe."

"That's it..." Yang Shuzheng was afraid that Ji Changmu would not understand and would focus on his career.

Hearing what Yan Jia said, she felt a little relieved.

Ji Changmu came out to look for Yan Jia and happened to see them chatting. He walked down the steps and walked into the yard.

"Yan Jia, what a beautiful plum blossom, why did you break it?" Ji Changmu frowned and looked at the red plum blossoms in his pocket, which were rich and enchanting.

"To my sweetheart."

"You really drank too much. I'll help you into the room to rest."

Yan Jia stood up unsteadily and almost fell down several times. Ji Changmu grabbed his arm.

Yan Jia took out the plum blossoms from his pocket and inserted them into Ji Changmu's trousers pocket, and immediately fell them on his shoulders: "Old Ji... is my sweetheart."

"..." Ji Changmu had a dark face, but his mother was still here.

Yang Shuzheng smiled, said nothing, and turned back to the living room.

Ji Changmu helped him go upstairs and lowered his voice: "Yan Jia, please don't say anything to me that I shouldn't say."

"without……"

Ji Changmu asked a servant to take care of him and went downstairs alone.

The time and space were silent at night, and Ji Changmu's birthday was simple. It didn't last until the early hours of the morning and ended at around eleven o'clock in the evening.

Yan Jia's driver also took Yan Jia back. Ji Changmu didn't feel sleepy. He looked at the mess all over the table and smoked a cigarette.

His mother had gone to bed, and Ji Changmu went to the teahouse to sit quietly for a while.

Outside the window is the boundless black night sky, with stars twinkling and cold wind blowing. The potted plants in the courtyard are covered with a layer of mist and frost, and their leaves are a little wilted.

Ji Changmu brewed a pot of Dahongpao, sat quietly in the tea room, and practiced some calligraphy.

Maybe it was because the night was too quiet, and memories from many years ago were brought to mind, and things have been going on like this for these years.

On today's birthday, he was accompanied by family and friends, and he drank a lot of wine, but Ji Changmu was always a little uneasy. He stopped writing after practicing calligraphy and put down his writing brush.

He turned on his phone and saw that the little internet celebrity he had been following on Instagram posted a "lose demon" position in the evening, which was a bar.

Ji Changmu went downstairs, took off his coat from the hanger, put it on, and tied a dark gray scarf.

It was deep and cold at night, so he asked the driver to drive to lose the demon.

The street near the bar is still lively even late at night. The outside is unpretentious, but as soon as you step into the bar's store, the atmosphere of drunkenness and wealth immediately hits your face.

Ji Changmu found an empty seat and sat down without saying a word, only ordering a bottle of wine.

Under the feasting lights, a girl wearing a golden feather mask and a navel-baring black suspender suit was seen dancing on the stage. There were other people dancing at first, but she danced so well that everyone got out of the way.

Let her dance alone, and even go to the audience to stop and watch.
Chapter completed!