encounter island

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Jiang Huaiyu chose a position against the graffiti wall, resting his chin on his hands, in a daze.

Cen Mo took out the frozen creme brulee from the refrigerator, took out a silver spoon with delicate patterns, and placed it neatly beside the plate.

Jiang Huaiyu learned some sign language in order to be too lazy to speak, and Xie Xie was one of them.

She gives a thumbs up, then bends, then repeats.

Cen Mo blushed and waved her hands. Jiang Huaiyu noticed that she had stuck her hair behind her ears, revealing her sharp, elf-like ears.

This is not the first time for Cen Mo to eat desserts made by herself for others. She has done tasting experiments before opening the store, but now she is still nervous, and her heartbeat is so loud that it is almost deafening.

Jiang Huaiyu touched the pudding with a spoon, and the caramel on it was brown and bright, and it would shake twice flexibly after touching it lightly.She scooped up a little bit, and swallowed it under Cen Mo's fiery gaze, which she thought was inconspicuous.

The pudding is smooth and delicate, the milky fragrance is long but not greasy, and the caramel is as sweet as love.

Jiang Huaiyu clearly decided not to speak more than a month ago, but now she wants to break her vow and tell this wonderful maker that this is the best creme brulee she has ever eaten in her life.

But she still held back and replaced verbal praise with thumbs up.

Cen Mo finally smiled, not pursing her lips shyly, but bright as a child.It seems that in this world of desserts, she has let go of all the shackles imposed on her by the outside world, and regained her true self.

Like Jiang Huaiyu, she said thank you in sign language, with crooked eyebrows and flushed face.

Cen Mo's abnormal symptoms disappeared a lot at this moment, because she didn't need to worry that the other party would attack her unexpectedly with words.Although Cen Mo still worries about the other party's inner feelings, she is still much less stressed than before.In addition, this dumb man was gentle and thin, and there seemed to be a cloud hidden between his eyebrows and eyes, which was pale and soft.She still has a demeanor that can't find fault in everything, which really makes Cen Mo feel much more relaxed.So much so that she was still in the mood to organize things when she returned to the bar, and occasionally secretly observed the new visitors to the island in the light cut by leaves under the cover of green plants.

The wind outside the house was much louder, Jiang Huaiyu coughed lightly, his left hand was lightly clenched into a fist and slightly pressed against his lips, his eyelids were half closed, and a little dim light radiated out.Cen Mo captured the weakness and tenderness she missed at this moment, so the scar looked like an ink painting. Cen Mo could no longer remember who could cough as elegantly as her in this busy age.

She has a momentary crush.

The author has something to say: This was written more than a year ago, it's not black history, it's just immature.

Recently, I will fill in "Seven Days Lover". It is a secret love story about traveling in the Northwest. Lily is also a short story. If you are interested, you can read it.

Chapter 2 Stop Now

When Jiang Huaiyu woke up, the hour hand was pointing to seven, she put on a thin coat and went to the balcony.Grandma's house is near the dam gate, so the river is outside her window, and the green hills are in the distance.It is probably because of the topography of the basin that the water vapor cannot disperse, so there is a lot of fog. Now Jiang Huaiyu sees a thin, light, misty layer of water mist.

For some reason, she thought of the owner of the shop yesterday, and thought of those dark, foggy, cat-like provocative eyes that were surprised and tried to contain her panic when she first saw her.

Well, the creme brulee seems to have just entered the mouth, and it goes down smoothly, awakening the sweet waves in my heart.

Jiang Huaiyu stretched his fingers through his hair, stretched his arms forward, lifted his jaw slightly, and let out a very comfortable sigh.The haze that has been pent up in her heart for the past few days was completely dispelled by this water vapor.

"Yuyu, come down for breakfast!"

It was her grandmother, a retired old teacher. At that time, Mandarin had not been popularized yet, and the old man had spoken a dialect all her life.

The old man had set all the bowls and chopsticks, and the hot soybean milk had been poured into the bowl, and the golden fried dough sticks smelled fragrant.The old man's wrinkles were much lighter because of the arrival of his granddaughter, but there was still a sad look haunting her.

"Come and eat, let's go out for a walk and relax after eating comfortably." Grandma babbled, her hands trembling like a dead tree shaking off autumn leaves, "If you don't talk, don't talk, just send me a WeChat message if you want anything. "

Jiang Huaiyu nodded with a smile, her grandma is a young old man.

Everyone is tolerant of her willfulness.

After dinner, Jiang Huaiyu insisted on washing the dishes with a determined expression that would not be refused.She knew that grandma had the habit of getting up early to invite people to climb mountains, so she half pushed and half hugged and led the old man out the door.

Jiang Zhongying was still a little worried about this child. The Jiang family had told her about the matter, and she also knew why the host's Miaozi didn't want to speak anymore. Thinking of this, her eyes that had lost moisture due to old age became moist again. When she got up, Jiang Zhongying sighed, but she couldn't persuade her, she only hoped that Yuyu could be relieved as soon as possible.

Also blame her, blame them in this generation, for not spelling out a good identity for their children and grandchildren.

How could Jiang Huaiyu not know grandma's mood? She was facing grandma, took the old man into her arms, and patted grandma on the back to show comfort.The last time she was hugged was supposed to be when grandma sang a lullaby to her, but now Jiang Huaiyu hugged Jiang Zhongying, feeling as light as hugging a blank sheet of paper.

Watching her grandma leave, Jiang Huaiyu found that the stern female teacher who used to be on the three-foot podium with wedge heels thumped, now walks with the help of the wall, and can no longer make a sound.

Old age, Jiang Huaiyu looked at grandma's silver hair and sighed.

When Jiang Huaiyu arrived at the store, it was just before nine o'clock. The shops around the "Island of Silence" were all lit up, but only her destination was shrouded in darkness.Jiang Huaiyu approached and looked at the small blackboard at the door saying, business starts at eleven o'clock.

There is nowhere to go.

Jiang Huaiyu pursed her lips, and simply started to wander, walking past the bustling crowd, or sitting on a bench in the park watching children running, or watching old people playing games under the willows by the river.The roads in the old city are still slate, but when you enter the new city, it turns into a concrete floor, and the mottled walls turn into snow-white, as if you have traveled through time and space.

At eleven o'clock, Jiang Huaiyu opened the door and entered on time.

It's a pity that what was waiting for her was not the fog, but a question from a man in fashionable clothes and glasses.

"Welcome, what would you like to drink?"

Jiang Huaiyu ignored him, looked left and right, and found no one else in the store.

"Haha, you are the first guest today." Wu Quan tried to chat with this guest while arranging the handmade coffee brewing tools.

Jiang Huaiyu didn't speak, just looked, she found a small white door, just like Barbie's secret door.Jiang Huaiyu cast a puzzled look at Wu Quan curiously.

Wu Quan murmured in his heart that this guy was so quiet and cold as hell, but he still had a smile on his face: "It's a baking place, no one is allowed in."

Jiang Huaiyu finally understood that Wu should be hiding here.

She went to the bar and typed on her mobile phone.

"cappuccino"

Almost habitually speaking English, Jiang Huaiyu frowned looking at the letters on the phone screen.Deleted and re-typed a row.

"Cappuccino, medium cup."

Only then did Wu Quan understand the specialness of this guest, but his attitude did not change at all.

"What else do you need?"

Jiang Huaiyu looked at the menu.

"A madeleine."

"A total of 65."

Madeleines are baked and made fresh, so the price is naturally more expensive.

Jiang Huaiyu likes Wu Quan's attitude. Since she became "dumb", she has seen too many sympathetic or superior eyes. They seem to be spying on her past, trying to dig out tragic stories from her and use them to vent I secrete excess pity, and then use her as a conversation piece to tell others, which makes me extraordinarily noble.

Jiang Huaiyu was sitting where she was yesterday, when she heard the man shout, "Honey, a Madeleine."

She was suddenly displeased.

The fog dissipated, and the distant mountains showed their true colors, no more green, just a bare piece.

A loving couple? Jiang Huaiyu raised his eyebrows, flipped through a book he randomly picked from the bookshelf, and opened it to find out that it was "Reminiscences of Things Past".She had read this book when she first realized her sexual orientation.