The last parting meal was held at a Japanese restaurant.

Ye Shaoqian said that the salmon sashimi there was just right, fresh, and thin. The Chinese name of the shop was Kaandaki River, which opened at the end of a very secret one-way road. The Central Ring Road was being built outside, so the intersection was surrounded, with smoke and dust rolling. The shop was very low-key and only a small blackboard-like sign hanging at the entrance. There was a Japanese navy blue curtain hanging at the door. It was difficult to find if it was not a regular customer.

After entering, I found that it was actually very wide and authentic Japanese old decoration. The sunken boxes were all Japanese sliding paper doors, rectangular short tables, cherry blossom cushions on both ends, and Japanese flower arrangements and a set of tea ceremony utensils on top. The store took care of the guests' habits and hollowed out under the tatami. If you are not used to eating on your knees, you can put your feet down.

Seeing this, Xia Xiaobei breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise it would be so awkward to eat while kneeling.

Every time Ye Shaoqian takes her out for dinner, he will torture in disguise. Tianjiuqin, the one who is full of bread, is really out of place with her stomach full of noodles. She is most afraid of the Japanese eating raw food. Especially when she sees the frightening numbers on the menu, she just thinks it is a sin, so she might as well discount it for her.

Ye Shaoqian ordered a few signature sashimi from the shop. Xia Xiaobei was afraid of eating raw and cold food, so he ordered a few barbecue.

It makes sense to be expensive. After a meal, the waiter in the kimono kept kneeling in the corner of the box, adding tea and cloth dishes at the right time. She seemed to be able to guess what she wanted to eat. She held the wide kimono sleeves in one hand and held the chopsticks in the other hand and put the dishes into the plate. Xia Xiaobei only used his hands to move it into his mouth. This feeling of being a master is really good. The most important thing is that the food is delicious, Xia Xiaobei has experienced this.

The two ordered sake. Ye Shaoqian had a good alcohol tolerance, one cup after another, and his fair face turned slightly red.

She asked, "Where are you driving later and drinking?"

He said: "It's not a problem, there are only a few cups."

Only a few cups? Two bottles.

She said, "What are you so happy about? Have you been so happy about your new sister?"

He took a sip of wine and squinted her with disdain: "I said I was dumped, do you believe me?"

Xia Xiaobei almost choked by mustard. The thorny and spicy taste made her tears burst out. Her face turned red. She poured half a glass of sake before she recovered and sneered: "Who dares to show you Mr. Ye's face?"

Ye Shaoqian silently handed over the handkerchief, raised his head and didn't look at her. After a while, he suddenly asked, "Don't you think the stars are very beautiful tonight?"

There is a piece of hollowed out in the middle of the ceiling, filled with plexiglass. You can see the night sky when you look up. As expected, there are stars. However, at night in this city, there are countless neon lights and lights. The faint and blurry stars are almost impossible to distinguish with the naked eye. The four corners of the night sky are filled with a strange dark red due to air pollution.

Perhaps because of drinking, her eyes were crystal clear, as if the light of a light was flowing. She looked up at the night sky like him and said, "I remembered a very pretentious line."

He asked, "What?"

She thought for a moment, stopped her eyes and stared at Ye Shaoqian in a daze. She suddenly couldn't help laughing and said, "I think you're really drunk tonight. How can you see the stars in this pollution in the sky?"

Ye Shaoqian was so angry that he rolled her eyes. Both of them had drunk the meal. Xia Xiaobei suggested that he take a taxi, but he insisted on driving her home.

The closed carriage was filled with a faint smell of alcohol. The smell of sake was not bad, but it was a clear fragrance, or perhaps it was her fragrance, which he couldn't tell. He drove in drunkenly for the first time in his life, and felt light and fast and difficult to suppress. The elevated road whistled past, and the city's night was still as prosperous as it was. The street lights quickly retreated, leaving traces of light and shadow. The buildings on both sides seemed to be falling head-on, and were left behind.

Xia Xiaobei opened the car window, and the wind blew in, blowing her long loose hair, and the soft hair brushed across his arms, as if there was a naughty child, teasing his heart one after another. He felt a little clear-headed, but his heart was still in chaos.

He suddenly said, "Close!"

"Well?"

Before Xia Xiaobei could react, he shouted loudly: "I'll tell you to close."

"Oh..." Xia Xiaobei honestly closed the car window again. Looking at his face from the side, it was terriblely tight.

He drove very fast, and the numbers on the dial had jumped to 120,130,140... and were still trembling and rising. She was a little scared for no reason. The red light flashed in front of her, and Ye Shaoqian stepped on the brake, pulled her face, and kissed her hard.

She was pressed by him and trapped into the seat. His strength was so strong that she could hardly breathe. The more she struggled, the tighter he pressed. The car behind him kept honking the horn, and there were still people whistling. She couldn't fight it away. Finally, she cried in a hurry. He finally let go of his hand, but his eyes were still close, so dark and deep, reflecting her own eyes, with a full mist inside, as if condensed.

"Xiaobei," he called her name intimately for the first time. He had so many girlfriends, each with a nickname, but he had never called her so intimately. He looked at her blankly, but just called her like this and didn't say anything again.

She didn't respond, her throat was sore, and tears fell down. His lips were hot, but hers were cold. When the cold wind came in, her face was cold, her hands were cold, and even her heart was cold. Her heart was not on him, she knew, and he knew. But on such a night, the wind was blowing coldly, which always made people confused.

He refused to let her get out of the car and insisted on sending her back.

As soon as the car stopped, she pushed open the door and ran down, her high heels stepped on the cold ground, dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong

It was already late at night, and only the street lights on both sides of the lane were lit lonely. A little hazy light appeared in the residential area covered with trees. He sat in the car without turning off the engine. He took out a cigarette box, took out a cigarette, and lit it. The familiar and sweet tobacco smell penetrated into his lungs and exhaled deeply.

In the quiet darkness, there was only the little red on the cigarette butts, as if it was a bright ruby.

After a while, he spit out a faint smoke ring, looked up at the familiar window through the shaking car window. The hazy light lit up behind the thin curtains, and he kept looking up. The ash on his fingertips accumulates longer and longer. Until the light goes out, he stretches his finger out of the window and dusts it.

He remembered the very pretentious line Xia Xiaobei said in the restaurant.

In fact, he also watched that movie. In order to pursue a female classmate from the Literature Club in high school, he went to the cinema to watch this love art film. The plot was gone, and he only remembered this line.
Chapter completed!