Sundering Nature Chapter 262: Like a world away
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The 262nd chapter looks like a world away
Two strange figures appeared on the street in the busy city. Walking ahead was a frail girl, a clean white dress, a pair of dark sunglasses on her quiet face, just from her stiff neck and It is not difficult to infer on the cautious step that the girl seems invisible.
Behind her was a sloppy drunk, drunk and dimly drunk, staggering. The drunkard's facial features are fairly correct, but his shaky body shape makes it hard to imagine how he looks when he is awake.
This kind of combination appears in the street and downtown, and naturally leads passers-by to look at it frequently. Many people secretly speculate on the relationship between men and women. Some people have even observed it for a long time. Once the drunk reveals unkind behavior, someone will immediately appear. Stop it before and call the police immediately.
"I'm hungry, let's find a restaurant in front of you to eat something." The girl walking in front had a meal, and said to the drunk man behind her sideways.
"No need to be in front, there is a house here." The drunkard murmured, waved to a food stall on the side of the road, took out the broken gourd caught under his ribs, and took a sip.
"The way you look makes me very embarrassed." The girl's eyebrows under her sunglasses moved, seemingly helpless.
The drunk man shrugged and walked towards the restaurant unresponsively.
The two walked into the restaurant, the drunk found an empty seat by the window, and thoughtfully helped the girl open the seat. When the girl was seated, the drunk lazily put the broken gourd on the table, casually Pick up the table side menu.
"They are all home-cooked dishes, what to eat?" The drunkman glanced at the menu and turned directly to the page of drinks.
"Watch, you drink less, we will have business for a while." The girl tilted her head and pricked her ears to listen to the sounds around her.
"Your Yangchun noodles, add eggs without green onions." The waiter's enthusiastic voice sounded in his ears, and a bowl of hot Yangchun noodles was placed in front of the two of them.
"You got it wrong, right? We haven't ordered the food yet." The drunk raised his eyebrows and looked at the waiter suspiciously.
"No point?" The waiter was taken aback, looked at the drunk seriously, and found that there was no impression in his mind. "Oh, bad idea." The waiter smiled apologetically and raised his head to patrol the small restaurant, but suspiciously found that he didn't remember which order of Yangchun noodles was.
"Huh? Who ordered this noodle?" The waiter murmured suspiciously, and looked down at the order menu he pinned on his chest. What surprised him again was that the handwriting on the order menu on his chest was really slow. It disappeared slowly. When I first saw it, I could still see the shallow handwriting. I was stunned. The handwriting on it had disappeared. It seemed that it was just a piece of white paper.
It's strange. The waiter shook his head and curled his lips suspiciously. It seemed that he was really tired. He wanted to tell the boss when he turned around and let him rest for a few days.
"Wait, if no one wants your noodles, give it to us, but can you give me the piece of paper on your chest?" Just when the waiter picked up the noodles and was ready to go back to the kitchen, the quiet girl Suddenly speak.
"Huh? Oh, of course." The waiter gave a look, but quickly reacted, neatly putting down the noodles again, tearing off the menu on the chest, and pressing it on the table casually. When he turned around, he was skilled Write on another menu: Table No. 7, a bowl of Yangchun noodles, no green onions with egg.
Such things are very common in small restaurants. The waiter didn't think much about it. Someone asked for something wrong, so he was less scolded by the back chef.
The girl holding the blank menu trembled uncontrollably, and mist filled her pale eyes.
"Look at..." The girl trembled repressed and passed the blank menu in her hand to the drunk.
"This is?" The menu started, the doubtful drunk man trembled all over, the drunkenness disappeared in an instant, and a touch of shock gradually emerged.
"It's like a lifetime...Is it him?" The drunkard raised his head in surprise, and quickly scanned the surroundings.
"It's him..." The girl clenched her slender fist tightly, and two lines of tears slowly fell.
Dao Fa blessing: It seems like a world away...the whole world, there is only one person...
At the same time that Tianyan and Li Huaibei were shocked and inexplicably shocked, two figures were walking fast on the road next to the street.
"Hey, I said, a little girl, what are you so afraid of her doing?" One of the figures wiggled his waist, and walking quickly didn't seem to affect his enchanting figure.
"You don't understand, I can't see her right now." The young man who walked in front waved his hand helplessly, looking at him nervously from time to time, afraid that someone would be chasing him behind him.
"Do you like her?" The sturdy body behind him suddenly showed an ambiguous smile.
The figure in front of him suddenly paused, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.
"There are not many people in this world who can remember me. She seems to be the only woman." The young man murmured to himself, melancholy written across his brows.
"Damn, the old lady is not a woman?" The sturdy man frowned suddenly and said in a loud voice.
"Do you really consider yourself a woman?" the young man shouted in horror.
"Then you say, have you ever seen a woman prettier than me?" The sturdy man's tone softened, his watery eyes were sincere, and he looked towards the youth with affection, his chin slightly raised, and his left shoulder slightly closed. , The clear collarbone carries amorous feelings, and the enchanting curve reveals temptation.
"Sai Gao!" Qingnian let out a trembling scream, and jumped back a step shiveringly, "If you dare to look at me with such eyes, I will..."
"Will you marry me?" Saigo stretched out his soft tongue and walked around his lips, making strange noises as he exhaled.
"I will try my best to write a chapter for you to write a special chapter." Qingnian shivered all over, took out a tablet computer from his backpack and held it viciously in his hand.
"Virtue...what a writer is this?" Sai Gao raised his eyebrows weirdly, and the young man with white eyes, with all kinds of amorous feelings, walked forward with three shakes. However, looking at his expression, it seems that he is quite afraid of the computer in the hands of the young man.
Seeing that Sai Gao no longer behaved, the young man put away the computer in annoyance, and walked through the block with his calm eyes. He took a deep look at the direction when he was looking, and quickly followed the game with dissatisfaction and infatuation. high.
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"Li Yiming isn't there?" Wu Jia pushed open the door of the tea house, and saw Chen Jiawang in the empty tea house playing with his cell phone bored.
"Oh? Miss Wu, the boss hasn't come for a few days. Are you looking for him?" Chen Jiawang stood up from the counter and greeted him enthusiastically. Li Yiming had called him before leaving and said that he would be away for a few days. Coming.
"Never, just passing by, just come in and have a look." Wu Jia replied perfunctorily, but his face was full of disappointment.
"Why don't I call him and ask? Maybe he will come today." Chen Jiawang chuckled, Wu Jia's expression changed all in his eyes. In his heart, the girl in front of him is the prospective boss's wife.
"No, give me a glass of water. I'll leave after sitting." Wu Jia raised her brows and said no, but she heard that Li Yiming might come today, but she couldn't help sitting with a trace of luck. Coming down, since the separation that day, Li Yiming's figure has always been around her heart these few days, which made Wu Jia panic all day long, and today she finally couldn't bear it and came to the door.
"Wait a minute, black tea or green tea? You know, there is only tea here..." Chen Jiawang shrugged, holding the teapot and said.
"Whatever, but I said, you do this business, do you have customers?"
"Hey, you see if there is any business, but I'm just a part-time worker. You have to mention this to my boss." Chen Jiawang smiled, not treating Wu Jia as an outsider at all.
"Li Yiming just put this thing here?" Wu Jia wanted to say something, but suddenly saw the golden camellia next to the counter. This thing is invaluable, so it's just as a display in a teahouse?
"It should be said that you put it here." Chen Jiawang put the teapot down and said without any deep meaning, he was dedicated to helping Li Yiming.
As soon as these words were spoken, Wu Jia's face blushed, and she stopped talking shyly. But Chen Jiawang's ridicule made the distance between the two suddenly narrowed. Wu Jia holding the teacup, wandered to the counter, and once again seriously admired the golden camellia.
"Huh? Who painted this?" Wu Jia, who was admiring the camellia, suddenly glanced at the stack of sketches in the counter, and she immediately diverted her attention from the unique feelings of art.
"Oh, I just drew it easily." Chen Jiawang nodded unconsciously. She didn't know that Wu Jia was an art major.
"Huh? Do you still paint? Come on, let me see." Wu Jia's interest was aroused, and there was just a reason to stay longer.
These are a few standard sketches. The paintings are all sceneries in the teahouse. From the perspective, they are all drawn by sitting at the counter. It seems that they are really drawn by the waiter.
"The paintings are good..." Wu Jia admired them. Although there are no techniques in these paintings, the master of the details and the control of the proportions and their in place, this waiter has a good talent.
"Hey, paint blindly, paint for fun." Chen Jiawang was a little unconscious when Wu Jia praised him, and he scratched his head shyly.
"Have you learned painting before?"
"No, I only started painting recently. There is nothing to do in the shop, so I just paint to pass the time."
"Huh? This painting..." Wu Jia said, with a pause, and picked up Chen Jiawang's first painting, which was exactly the one painted by the slate-relief in memory, because all the paintings here are sketches. , Suddenly came a pair of mythological paintings, which looked very different.
"Oh, this painting..." Chen Jiawang blushed. The other sketches are realistic. Even without technical skills, the picture feels good. However, this painting is copied from the slate relief, because the relief is original. The picture is extremely simple and crude, and the painting is naturally not aesthetic.
"You brought the painting in your hand?" Chen Jiawang was about to explain, but unexpectedly the door of the teahouse was suddenly pushed open. When a sloppy man came in, he saw the painting in Wu Jia's hand and asked eagerly. .