The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 67 Halloween

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed since the hurricane, and the time quietly came to the end of October.

Unlike what many people in Asia take for granted, the real time of Halloween is November [-]st.It's just that people in western countries often celebrate Halloween on the eve of Halloween.

The movie theaters that routinely play horror movies every year, the parade floats with different shapes, the ubiquitous pumpkin skulls, and the bear children wearing "scary" costumes and trick-or-treating.

In order to encourage Gotham citizens who have come out of the natural disaster, a large company headed by the Wayne Group and other non-profit organizations took the lead in holding a Halloween celebration that was far more luxurious than ever before.

Of course, the hustle and bustle outside had nothing to do with Li Ang. He sat alone in the corner of the closed Red Armadillo restaurant, enjoying his rare personal time.

The burrito called Taco is a traditional Mexican delicacy. It is made of fine corn flour and is heated slightly on an iron plate. The yellow bread is slightly crispy, and some small cubes are added to it. Beef tongue with sauce, stewed pork stomach, fried pork skin, and finally sprinkled with onions and coriander, and poured with exclusive pickled chili sauce.

Leaning against the glass window, Li Ang stared at the neon lights outside that almost tore apart the deep night, stuffed the burrito into his mouth, and slowly chewed the aftertaste with a few plates of pickled vegetables.

Fireworks were shining brightly on the street, and there was endless noise. Men and women in strange costumes were in groups of three or four, laughing and running to the parade in the center of the city, which was in stark contrast to the deserted and lonely interior of the restaurant with dim lights.

Christina, who was standing behind the counter wiping her glass, asked casually, "Aren't you going to the celebration?"

"I'm not interested." Li Ang poured himself a small glass of tequila, stuck some salt in the small plate with his index finger, drank the drink after sucking it, and took a bite of the lime, "And you also Didn't you go?"

Christina chuckled lightly, took off her apron, and uninvited to sit opposite Li Ang, with a little tiredness in her eyes, "I don't think it's interesting either, so I asked Dad to take Elizabeth and the others."

Since that rainstorm night, Christina has become a little silent. One of her companions burned out their brains, and the other didn’t make it through and rushed to the street. The school held a special commemorative ceremony.
As a classmate, Li Ang also attended the funeral. Following the priest's deep words, he lowered his head along with the others and watched the coffin sink six feet below.

Naturally, he will not blame the deaths of these people on himself like the indecisive and moaning male protagonists in Japanese light novels, just a group of "acquaintances" who nod to each other.

Christina sighed, shedding the sadness on her face, and smiled at Li Ang,
She pushed the wine bottle off the table, trotted behind the counter, and took out a bottle of aged tequila from the cabinet below.

"This is Dad's private collection, eight years of Tequila," Christina smiled and opened the bottle, and the amber wine jumped into the glass lightly, "Hey, just drink a little secretly, just don't let him find out."

The two looked at each other and smiled, clinked glasses and drank, the burning sensation burned the throat, while the lemon juice brought fresh nectar to the tip of the tongue.

"By the way," Li Ang remembered something, chewed a pickled cucumber and said, "I might resign next week."

"Eh?" Christina didn't react, and the burrito in her hand almost fell on the table. She forced a smile, and pretended not to care, and said, "So fast? Did you find another job?"

"Probably." Li Ang was already the owner of Williams Manor in name, as well as the owner of several car washes and dry cleaners. After his career got on the right track, he naturally didn't need to be a waiter in a small restaurant to cover his whereabouts.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while,
"That's it." Christina coughed and said with a smile: "That's a pity, my work will be aggravated without you. After all, it's hard to find waiters who are proficient in more than a dozen languages, and Dad has to go to the talent pool again." Recruiting people in the market."

Li Ang stretched his waist and patted the salt off his hands, "Then I can only wish Mr. Domingo good luck and find a reliable waiter to take over my mantle."

The atmosphere returned to tranquility again. Li Ang's pupils reflected the gorgeous fireworks constantly blooming outside the window, while Christina's peaceful eyes were filled with this narrow old restaurant.

Li Ang turned around and asked with a smile, "By the way, it's grade 11 now. What are your plans for graduation?"

American education implements the school year system, which corresponds to grades 9 to 12 in high school. Even though American students have been poisoned by the so-called "happy education" for a long time, they are still very serious about choosing a university.

"Uh, my grades are not as good as yours, so I just apply for an ordinary university." Christina shook her glass and said with a bitter face, "It's you, I'm afraid those offers from prestigious universities can be used to play poker games." .”

"It's not that simple. It's not enough to have good grades, and you have to actively participate in social activities." Li Ang said casually: "Otherwise, why do you think I'm rushing to participate in the aftermath of the hurricane?"

Christina widened her glasses, patted the table and scolded, "You are so utilitarian, hurry up and take me to the Halloween celebration, or I will report you."

"Okay." Li Ang nodded, stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"Huh?" Christina didn't expect that Li Ang, who had never participated in any group activities, would change his temper, and she didn't react.

"Let's go, the celebration is about to start, do you want me to carry you?" Li Ang couldn't help but grab Christina's hand and rushed out the door.

The two ran from the alley to the street, and together with the jubilant crowd, they headed for the float team in the city center.

"Wait a minute! The back door of the restaurant is open!" Christina blushed and yelled hurriedly, grabbing Li Ang and refusing to let go.

Li Ang turned his head and said coldly: "I closed it 10 minutes ago."

Christina's eyes widened: "We didn't wear special costumes!"

Li Ang curled his lips: "I'll buy it at the roadside stall."

Christina gritted her teeth, "I haven't put on makeup yet!"

Li Ang tilted his head, "Who would look at your face when you put on a fancy dress? Could it be that you thought you were a star who came to participate in the show?"

Christina let out a long, discouraged sigh, covered her forehead and said, "...can't you just say 'you look good with or without makeup' like in those movies?"

Li Ang raised the hands between the two of them interlocking their fingers, and said with a light smile, "Huh? Am I the kind of person who plays cards by routine?"

"Okay." Christina let Li Ang lead her forward resignedly, and said in a very low voice, "Then is this a date?"

"Maybe."

　Happy New Year everyone~
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(End of this chapter)