Having lunch at a restaurant by the Qinhuai River, Chen Hansheng asked for a private room facing the street.
The decoration in the private room is both modern and retro. Modern means that there is a TV and air conditioning, and retro means that the entrance hall is carved, and the tables and chairs are also mahogany octagonal tables, giving it an antique atmosphere.
In addition, the window of the private room did not push outwards, so a wooden stick was needed to prop it up. When Bian Shishi opened the window curiously, everyone in the room stared wide-eyed, fearing that the stick would fall.
If a passerby Ximen Qing is hit, do you still want to eat this meal?
"Why do you all look at me like this?"
Bian Shishi closed the window, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, no..."
Everyone was embarrassed to admit it. Chen Hansheng picked up the teapot and poured water, and said to Wang Zibo: "Come on, Dalang, it's time to eat. The medicine is gone."
"Go away!"
Wang Zibo blushed and took the cup away.
Chen Hansheng smiled and helped others fill up. This restaurant was so old-fashioned that the ladies who ordered the dishes were all dressed in ancient clothes. Chen Hansheng ordered 7 special dishes, and it was estimated that the five people should finish them in time. .
The scenery by the window is very good. Not far away is the Qinhuai River. It is a bit sluggish in late autumn. All the boat boats are lying on the shore. However, the long street of Confucius Temple is always crowded with students and couples. Especially many.
The college couple held hands. The girl was holding a bunch of candied haws, pointing to the expensive and beautiful accessories and discussing with her boyfriend. The boy looked at the price and figured he couldn't afford it now, so he pretended not to care. go through.
But after walking a few steps, he turned around and looked again, remembering the location of the store clearly. Maybe he had already made up his mind to save money to surprise his girlfriend on a certain festival. .
The feelings on campus are so pure and beautiful that it makes people feel heartbroken.
Chen Hansheng was nibbling the melon seeds given by the store and looking at the various things outside the window, when Xiao Rongyu next to him suddenly pushed him.
"What for?"
"I want to eat that too."
Xiao Yuer pointed at the old man selling candied haws and said pitifully.
Chen Hansheng didn't want to move, so he excused himself: "After dinner, I ordered sweet and sour pork ribs, which tastes almost the same."
"I don't, Xiao Chen, please Well..."
Xiao Rongyu stretched out his voice, and the autumn wind outside the window blew in. He didn't feel cold at all, but it just blew Xiaoyu'er's untied hair. The blow was messy and the melon seeds hidden under the hair had a lovely pride on their faces.
"Okay, I just happened to go down and have a cigarette."
Chen Hansheng shook his head and stood up. If there was no one else, he might just pretend to be dead, but still With the other two girls, especially Xiao Rongyu's roommate Bian Shishi, Chen Hansheng would protect this pride.
After a while, Chen Hansheng came back, stepping on the creaking wooden building.On the ladder, you can still hear Bian Shishi's voice.
"Chen Hansheng is not as lazy as you said. You asked him to buy candied haws, and he did it obediently. I think my boyfriend has done a good job... ·"
"You can't praise him, otherwise his tail will rise to the sky again."
This is Xiao Rongyu speaking, but the satisfaction and joy in his tone are disguised. Can't.
Chen Hansheng pushed open the door and walked in. The girls in the room all said "ah" in surprise, because not only did he buy candied haws for Xiao Rongyu, but every girl also had one.
"Chen Hansheng, it's a pity that you are not from Dongda University, otherwise you would have to support a girl in our dormitory."
Bian Shishi took the candied haws with a smile.
She didn't mean to look down on the Finance Academy. She meant that if Chen Hansheng and Xiao Yu'er were from the same school, all the girls in the dormitory would have to make arrangements.
How about there is a saying that when a girl falls in love, she can support a dormitory girl by herself; when a boy falls in love, he has to rely on a dormitory brother to support him.
"If I were from Dongda University, I would have to talk about my girlfriend from Tsinghua University and Peking University. Jianye University is the lowest standard."
Chen Hansheng said with a smile.
"Bah, you want to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University, why don't you talk about girls from Harvard?"
Xiao Yu'er pinched Chen Hansheng.
Nie Xiaoyu also took the candied haws, and sighed: "I have been following Minister Chen since my freshman year. This is the first time I have enjoyed this kind of treatment. This is really a memorable moment."
Nie Xiaoyu was just a freshman who didn't know anything at first, and then gradually grew up to his current position. However, the title "Minister Chen" often came out of his mouth. This was the social relationship between the two at the beginning.
Of course Wang Zibo was not left behind. Chen Hansheng handed him the candied haws on a stick, but he refused in disgust: "What can you eat with candied haws on a stick? Eat quickly, I will have something to do later."
Wang Zibo’s attitude made the atmosphere in the room stagnant for a while, but the dishes were quickly served, including salted duck, sweet and sour pork ribs, braised lion’s head, anchovy shrimp, egg siomai, dried shredded chicken sauce and a large bowl of seasonal vegetables Soup, all are special dishes of Jianye and Sudong provinces.
The girls quickly immersed themselves in the food and chatted about recent entertainment news and campus gossip.
Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo ate faster, just filling their stomachs. The taste of the food could only be said to be average, far inferior to the small restaurant next to the train station.
Chen Hansheng looked at the girls. They seemed to have just used their chopsticks and had only eaten half of the lion head in Xiao Yuer's bowl.
"It's really slow."
Chen Hansheng took out his cigarette and was wondering whether he should ask Wang Zibo to smoke it. Xiao Yu'er patted his knee gently and pointed to the house. He opened another window inside and signaled them to smoke there and not go downstairs again.
"I will quit smoking this cigarette."
Wang Zibo flicked the ashes and said.
"So fast."
Chen Hansheng glanced at him.
Wang Zibo nodded: "I still have something to do. I'll invite you and Xiao Yu'er to have dinner together next time."
After saying that, he took a few puffs of cigarette, said goodbye to everyone, and left. , Chen Hansheng watched Wang Zibo's back running towards the bus stop from the second floor, silently.
"Xiao Chen, Zi Bo has gone back, please come and chat with us." Xiao Yu'er called from the table.
“Okay, what are you talking about? Let’s talk about it without bragging. Whether it’s the entertainment industry or the cultural industry, there’s nothing I don’t understand.”
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Wang Zibo returned to the door of the Polytechnic University and looked at the time, which was almost 1:50. He stood at the door and looked around, as if waiting for someone.
The temperature outside is much colder than in the restaurant. The autumn wind is like a sharp sickle, blowing from the tops of the sycamore trees, and the withered yellow leaves fall down. The aunt cleaning not far away Painful cleanup.
After waiting for another 15 minutes, Wang Zibo’s hands and feet began to feel cold, and it was useless to keep breathing. However, he noticed that there were roasted sweet potatoes on the street, and he remembered that Chen Hansheng had just used a sweet potato to kill the little fish. After being coaxed, he went over and bought one.
Putting the soft and hot sweet potatoes in your hands really makes you feel better.
At 2:30, a voice came from behind: "Zi Bo, I'm so sorry. I got up a little late. How long have you been waiting?"
"It's okay, I just arrived."
Wang Zibo walked over and said.
"I knew how you could arrive on time at 2 o'clock in such a cold weather."
Huang Hui took off her scarf with a smile.
Wang Zibo took out a sweet potato from his pocket: "Here's this for you."
Huang Hui glanced at it: "How old are you and you still eat this? These are the things that you couldn't eat before." The poor people eat it to satisfy their hunger."
"It tastes very sweet, soft and glutinous," Wang Zibo argued.
"Then you can eat it. I don't want it anyway. If it doesn't work, just throw it away."
Huang Hui pulled Wang Zibo: "When I was interviewing yesterday, I saw a Starbucks in front of me. Let’s go sit there.”
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