Chen Jiaxian took the ordering tablet on the table and fiddled with the dishes for a while. After a few minutes, the automatic food delivery belt rang, and she stood up and took down three plates of sashimi.
"You rarely eat carbohydrates." Chen Jiaxian placed the sashimi in front of Pan Qiaomu, "You should always eat this."
The anger in Pan Qiaomu's heart quietly dissipated: "Do you still remember this?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "Yeah. When I was a kid, I was a restaurant watcher. I noticed people's words and facial expressions, and the height of their eyebrows." Her voice was a bit mocking, "I'm the best at it."
Pan Qiaomu unexpectedly remembered the ready-to-eat chicken breasts that he had discarded in the past.
No one is born considerate. What kind of barren childhood did she have to go through to learn this?
He remained silent, stretched out the tip of his chopsticks, and poked the soy sauce on the plate.
Even if it's sashimi, Pan Qiaomu doesn't dare to eat more.
There is no way to lose weight without starving.
During this time he was hungry almost every day.
Chen Jiaxian ordered another bowl of tonkotsu ramen and ate it seriously. Her appetite is not small, and she eats very hard, with the plates in front of her piled high.
Pan Qiaomu held down his still empty stomach and looked at Chen Jiaxian who was eating seriously. Smelling the hot aroma of ramen, a sense of grievance rushed up from his empty stomach to the tip of his nose.
Pan Qiaomu was genuinely angry.
He suddenly said: "I have lost four pounds recently."
Chen Jiaxian raised her eyes: "So?"
Pan Qiaomu took a deep breath, and after a long time, he finally said awkwardly: "Give me another chance - when will we meet next time."
Chen Jiaxian was startled.
The toddler behind him yelled, followed by sharp cries and noises. Pan Qiaomu sat in the noisy and cheap store, his expensive shirt was neat and crisp, looking at Chen Jiaxian with unblinking eyes, his face a little red.
After the noise stopped, Chen Jiaxian hesitated and said, "But I have no desire recently."
Pan Qiaomu pressed his hands on his empty stomach as he began to feel hungry stomach rumblings. He didn't know whether he was feeling bitter or funny. Sometimes, he felt like a fucking dog.
But he heard himself ask: "Then when do you have desire?"
Chen Jiaxian thought for a while: "At the end of the month, I will have more desire before and after my period. I will find you then."
Desire, what the fuck is it?
Pan Qiaomu poured the water on Chen Jiaxian's face: "What do you think I am?"
...He imagined it.
In reality, Pan Qiaomu took a sip of water and said with a sigh of relief: "Oh. Okay. Then you have to remember to find me." He thought for a while and emphasized, "Actually, I lost 4.3 pounds."
Chen Jiaxian's eyes passed over his broad and flat shoulders and nodded.
After eating Japanese food, Pan Qiaomu helped Chen Jiaxian contact several seniors with experience in new media operations. Chen Jiaxian added WeChat one by one and asked for advice.
The predecessors have a lot of experience, but there is only one core: hot spots.
Chen Jiaxian lowered her eyes and began to think seriously about what hot spots could help her.
…
Yu Ben paid the bill and opened the door of Chen Ji Tang Shui store for Guan Jiao.
"It's raining," he said.
The late autumn in Yuecheng is never cold. The raindrops fall slantingly on the smooth ground, and the granite roads are green and moist. Guan Jiao walked past Yu Ben with his coat in his arms. The damp wind blew and the delicately curved hair brushed the tip of Yu Ben's nose.
"Miss Guan!" Mother Chen caught up and gave her an umbrella, "It's raining and the humidity is heavy. Hold it tight."
moisture. Yu Ben's inner slander is Yuecheng's unique philosophy of life, which is used to explain all the discomforts people feel in the universe.
The millet in Pearl River is so spicy that the whole city cooks herbal tea all night long.
But in Yuecheng, Yu Ben often drinks dampness-removing tea every day.
Man thinks he has free will. But in fact, as long as the person is among the crowd, the customs of the crowd will affect the person's behavior and then shape the person.
Guan Jiao said: "It doesn't matter, it's only a few steps away."
Mother Chen smiled and said, "Okay, neighbors in the street help each other. Just give it to me at night."
Guan Jiao said, "You're welcome then", took the umbrella and waved to Yu Ben, "Let's hold it together."
Yu Ben glanced at the time, took the umbrella from Guan Jiao's hand, and opened it naturally: "I'll do it."
Guan Jiao paused subtly.
Yu Ben moved the umbrella above her head and stared at her with a pair of black eyes: "Accepting kindness from others should not be a shameful thing."
"So." Yu Ben didn't give Guan Xi a chance to refuse. He emphasized his tone, "What are you ashamed of?"
What are you ashamed of?
Guan Jiao had nothing to say after someone poked at her weak point.
But 30-year-old Guan Xi can perfectly hide what he is thinking and never avoids it.
She raised her face slightly, and Yu Ben lowered his face slightly. The two looked at each other for a moment, then looked away as if nothing had happened.
The drizzle is slightly slanting, and the southern country is beautiful. Guan Jiao turned to look at Xiguan in the rain.
In the cool-toned arcade street, a touch of orange-pink suddenly bloomed, floating in the ink-like southern painting, as if a lamp was lighting up to go home.
…
Next to Chunhua Cinema is the three-story tube building that has not been renovated. The gray and yellow walls are covered with traces of time. Grandma Jin was standing on the small balcony on the second floor, opening a pink retro floral umbrella and hanging it on the street side of the balcony.
Guan Jiao stood downstairs and waved to Grandma Jin.
Grandma Jin put her skinny hands on the gray and black balcony wall and chatted with Guan Jiao: "Miss Guan, how is your mother?"
Yu Ben was not sure whether he should avoid such a private matter.
Just listen to Guan Xuan say: "She is very good. She found a volunteer job in her hometown and goes out at a fixed time every day. Although she still refuses to socialize, she will get better."
Grandma Jin said: "Your mother and I have spoken several times. Your mother is willing to receive emotional illness treatment from the hospital. This is a good thing. You should encourage her more."
Elderly people cannot remember that depression and bipolar disorder are collectively referred to as "mood diseases."
Guan Xi said: "I will. It's time for her to move on from the past."
Grandma Jin warned: "Remember to help your mother make up for the pension. You are still young, and you may not understand how scared the elderly are when facing pension issues. This will increase her emotional burden... Miss Guan, I hope you can understand. she."
Guan Qiao looked around the old neighborhood: "I will understand her, and I will support her. The premise is that it is not at the cost of my life."
Nezha can cut off the flesh and bones and sever ties with his father, but ordinary people can't. Her family of origin has shaped her, and she can't help but miss her mother, but that doesn't mean she is willing to be bound by her mother.
Guan Xi must leave home. A daughter can only save her mother by saving herself first.
Grandma Jin looked at Guan Xi for a long time and waved her hand: "There is no life where everything goes smoothly. As long as you and your mother can continue to live a peaceful life, it is already a good life."
Guan Xi raised his face, and after a long time, he finally showed a smile: "Yes, there is no perfect life. You can live with problems piled on top of each other. As long as you can think about it, it is a good life."
Grandma Jin smiled and turned back to her room.
The small orange-pink flower umbrella is still held on the small balcony on the second floor. The cool-toned arcade street is warmed up by this small pink flower umbrella.
A few girls behind me whispered: "I thought this little umbrella was a decoration for the scenic spot, hahaha."
"This house is actually occupied."
“It’s so unique to have an old building among so many new buildings.”
"Shhh--keep your voice down, you won't disturb others during their lunch break."
After Xunfengli was basically repaired, most passers-by would turn around to take a look, and everyone who turned around would stop to look at Grandma Jin’s Tongzi Tower.
Therefore, there are always many people taking photos here.
"It's really special."
"...While the city is developing, respecting the lifestyles of different people is also part of urban civilization."
"This is humanity. Humanistic care from the city."
Yu Ben heard this sentence.
…
Culture, what is it?
In the past, Yu Ben sat in the library, or sat in a university classroom, or sat in a training conference room, or sat in the warm and quiet study room of his own home, spread out his books, and studied such things as ancient poetry, parallel rhymes, Cantonese opera, and Cantonese opera. Lion dance customs and other knowledge.
He believed that the content in books was culture, and the process of reading these boring books was to get closer to culture.
But at this moment, when he stood in this brand-new arcade street, looking at the dilapidated tube building and the small flower umbrella in the drizzle, he finally realized that culture is not an isolated and rigid traditional element.
Culture is people.
The essence of culture is the life of the most ordinary Chinese people in this land. It is magical and sacred, tender and warm, turning a boring and difficult life into an aesthetically pleasing experience.
History is a bit cold and politics is a bit far away. Only culture is always with people, not far away and warm.
Yu Ben touched the edge of what Guan Xi called "temperature".
His always sharp eyes were confused for a moment, then he took a few steps back and stood in the crowd of onlookers, staring at the small pink umbrella for a long time.
His face softened.
People make up the entire city, and the city makes up the country. The country cares about the city, and the city cares about every ordinary person.
