Brilliant Michelin Reborn

Coming out of the restaurant, Owen disappeared in a flash.

Jiang Shunan stood on the street and sighed towards the street lamp.

Wei Jingrong is here.

He actually came here!

From the moment I saw him, my heart was beating wildly.

Even now, his hands are shaking constantly, so shaking that he can't hold his fist.

"Awaited."

Wei Jingrong's voice came from behind, like a dream, so unreal, but it does exist.

"No, no."

Turning around, he changed out of his chef uniform and returned to his usual black suit, which felt like yesterday.

"It's still early, let's go."

Nodding his head, he silently followed behind Wei Jingrong.

During the long journey, the two did not speak.

Jiang Shunan kept his head down, stepping on the grain of one stone brick after another, his beating heart gradually calmed down, but he became more restless and irritable.

Wei Jingrong came out wearing a chef's uniform, so the meal just now...was he cooking it?

He learned vanilla tart?

But why is he here?

To do business, or... to find yourself?

Suddenly, Jiang Shunan bumped into something.

It is wide and strong, with a slight body temperature and a familiar taste.

Only belong to someone's taste.

"Excuse me."

Raising his head, Wei Jingrong looked at him, smiled slightly, reached out to stroke his hair, and then continued to move forward silently.

The instant touch made Jiang Shunan's heart twitch.

With the light just now, he saw Wei Jingrong's face clearly again.

He has lost weight.

Thinner than when researching new dishes.

At this glance, I saw the year that the two were separated.

Wei Jingrong was alone for...one year.

The tears in the corners of his eyes suddenly slipped down, and before he knew it, they were wiped away.

Afterwards, Jiang Shunan followed very vigilantly, always keeping a certain distance, neither too far nor too close, always only seeing the people walking in front of him.

The scenery on both sides no longer existed, and when they regained consciousness again, the two were already standing by the Seine River.

"Go and sit there for a while."

Two people sat on a wooden bench, one on the left and one on the right, with a space for one person in the middle.

An invisible barrier.

In the past, when I came with Wei Jingrong, it was autumn and winter, but now it is late spring and early summer.

The evening wind is not cold, but moist and cool.

The banks of the Seine are also more lively, with night lights, flowing water, cruise ships...

There are more tourists, and the mood...is not like back then.

"how are you?"

"Very good," Jiang Shunan looked away, not daring to look at him, "Today I'm busy studying, writing papers, and posting comments."

"This year," Wei Jingrong said, "has been very hard."

It doesn't matter whether it's bitter or not, the key is...

Miss you.

"What about you?" Jiang Shunan sniffed, "You seem to have lost weight."

"A little bit." Wei Jingrong's laughter reached his ears, and his heart felt sore. "There are so many things in the store, I'm used to it."

"is it?"

Blue Bank, it's still there...

Stains, nonsense.

Blue Bank, of course, is still there.

Jiang Shunan smiled, complaining that he was talking stupid.

Six months ago, Mr. Bruce brought the completed Michelin documentary.Blue Bank and starmissing are on the list, and they are both planned by me, and they have hardly been changed.

However, the spokesperson was replaced by Irving.

Wei Jingrong became a figure in the background.

I watched it countless times by myself, and even cut out that section and played it repeatedly.

It's so creepy, I can't help but want to laugh when I look at it.

Smile, tears stay.

"I heard," Wei Jingrong asked, "Mr. Bruce invited you into the Michelin headquarters, right?"

"Well," Jiang Shunan nodded, "When the exam next week is over, he will arrange for me to go there for an interview."

"Can you pass?"

"I don't know." Jiang Shunan held his hands.

Originally, he was still considering whether to agree or not, but Wei Jingrong's words directly denied the option he wanted to refuse.

"I don't know what they will ask, I don't know what to do."

"It's okay, if you say it, you will be able to pass it smoothly."

Wei Jingrong patted him on the shoulder, got up and walked forward.

Jiang Shunan followed behind him, listening to the flowing water of the Seine River and the sound of Wei Jingrong's footsteps, and unknowingly stepped onto the bridge of art with all the locks.

"I haven't been here for a year, and the locks seem to be missing."

"Well," Jiang Shunan said, "I cleaned it up some time ago, and it was said that the bridge was overloaded, so it won't work if I don't clean it up."

Wei Jingrong touched a brass lock and leaned against the side of the bridge, under which cruise ships passed by.

"If you fail, will you come back?"

"do not know."

Jiang Shunan said: "I'm not a regular student. I don't have a degree. I can only come here as a manager of a Michelin restaurant. I can't even count as a transfer student. Thanks to Mr. Bruce's help, I can study here for a while." years, and it's about to expire now."

"Then I'll wait for you," Wei Jingrong said, "I'll wait for you here until the results of your interview come out."

"no need."

Jiang Shunan didn't know why he refused, his mouth seemed out of control at all.

"I don't know how to start the interview, how long does it take for the interview to produce results, you come out... Can you rest assured about the things in the store?"

"So, is this your answer?" Wei Jingrong looked at him.

He turned his head, not daring to say anything.

Blue Bank is out of trouble.

If you go back and the ashes of public opinion are revived, then everything, wouldn't it be...

Wei Jingrong didn't force him, and looked at the time on his watch: "Let's go, it's getting late."

After taking a taxi, the two of them were silent all the way.

In the car, Jiang Shunan kept looking out the window, not at the scenery but Wei Jingrong's face reflected on the glass window.

He in the window also looked out of the window, but his hands were always placed on his abdomen, which was very unnatural.

Get out of the car.

The two stood downstairs in the apartment building.

"You, do you want to sit up?" Jiang Shunan asked after standing for a while.

"No," Wei Jingrong said, "I won't bother you anymore, go back and rest early."

"kindness."

Before leaving, Jiang Shunan was still very concerned about his posture in the car: "You, does your stomach..."

"It's okay," Wei Jingrong interrupted, "Go back and take some medicine."

"Oh."

I remember, a year ago, your stomach was still fine.

"I……"

Jiang Shunan stretched out his hand slowly, wanting to hug Wei Jingrong again, wanting to touch his face.

But the hands seemed to be filled with lead weights, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't lift a centimeter in the end.

"I'll go up first."

"kindness."

Wei Jingrong stepped forward and hugged Jiang Shunan tightly.

The moment the familiar feeling surrounded him again, tears spontaneously rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto Wei Jingrong's shoulder.

Wei Jingrong didn't speak, only panting in his ears, and there was a warm and cold feeling on his shoulders.

"Go to bed early, tomorrow morning...I'll see you again."

After speaking, Wei Jingrong let go of his hand and left without looking back.

Standing in front of the door, Jiang Shunan wiped away his tears until the familiar figure disappeared completely, and slowly returned to the empty apartment.

I'm sorry, Wei Jingrong.

Really sorry……

That night, Jiang Shunan kept waking up from dreams and dreams.

Everything in the past, whether as Xu Ran or Jiang Shunan, all flashed by like a revolving lantern.

It seems that it is dying.

When I woke up in the morning, the sheets and pillowcases were all wet.

Sweat, tears, and unbearable.

Sitting blankly on the bed for a while, waiting to wake up completely from the dream.Change the sheets, take a shower, and put on clothes.

I made an appointment with my tutor today, in order to prepare for a few months of graduation thesis, which is related to whether I can successfully graduate.

I read the thesis hastily again, revised a few places slightly, and felt that it was almost done, when the phone rang.

is information.

A number with no contacts set up.

Wei Jingrong's number.

I dare not save his number in the new mobile phone, and I don't need to save it.

Because I will never forget.

"I'm on the subway, I'll be there soon."

Here comes another one.

"Morning, have you eaten?"

"No," Jiang Shunan replied hesitantly, "Together?"

"Okay," Wei Jingrong replied immediately, "I bought some things, I'll go to your place and make them for you."

"kindness."

He put down his phone, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

'If you don't pass, will you come back? '

Jing Rong, can I go back?

Still, can I come back to you?

"Bang!!!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside the window.

The sound of glass shattering and falling, the sound of car horns roaring, and the sound of countless people asking questions came one after another.

It was the first time Jiang Shunan encountered such a big movement, and he didn't know what happened.But the shattered glass in front of the window and the black smoke coming from nowhere all of a sudden ignited his strong uneasiness.

Immediately afterwards, the atmosphere of panic began to diffuse, without any warning, there was another loud noise.

Jiang Shunan couldn't sit still anymore, and rushed out of the building, and the black crowd ran towards him.

Police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances drove one after another in the direction of the crowd.

"What's the matter, what happened!" Jiang Shunan grabbed a person and asked.

The man only shouted: "Station demétro! Explosion!"

After finishing speaking, the man broke free from Jiang Shunan and ran away in a hurry.

Jiang Shunan stood there blankly, and two seconds later, he ran desperately against the crowd.

Station demétro is the subway station, Explosion is the...

explosion.

Subway, explosion.

What about Wei Jingrong?

Isn't Wei Jingrong still on the subway! ! !

The surrounding area of ​​the subway station is already a mess, only black and gray.A cordon was put on at the subway entrance, firefighters sprayed water cannons at the smoke-filled subway entrance, and ambulances rescued the wounded in places far away from danger.

Cries, screams, sirens blare.

Jiang Shunan's mind was pale, his legs were weak, and he knelt down on the ground, then got up again and ran towards the subway entrance.

"Danger, nepeut pasêtreprèsde! (Danger, can't pass!)"

He couldn't hear what others were shouting, he just pulled the hands and shoulders that blocked him desperately, shouting loudly: "Get out of the way! Let me in! My lover is still inside! The person I love most is still inside! Let me go!" !Let me go in and meet him!!!"

Jiang Shunan exhausted all his strength, but in the end, he couldn't get any closer.

"Jing Rong! Wei Jingrong! It's me! It's me!"

Jiang Shunan shouted desperately, but there was no response from the dark hole.

No one answered him, no matter how much he shouted.

In the end, he could only cry and fell to the side of the road, hammering the ground with his fists again and again.

Jing Rong, why...why is this happening!

Me, is it all because of me! ! !

God, you took my life!

I don't care, but I beg you!Please return Wei Jingrong to me!

Give him back to me! ! !

I beg you……

"Shun'an! Shun'an, I'm here!"

All thoughts were lost, Jiang Shunan suddenly heard a voice.

A voice was calling him.

Looking up, only a vague figure could be seen in the eyes blurred with tears.

Wiping away tears indiscriminately, beside the ambulance across the street, a bandaged man screamed and ran towards him.

"Shun'an! Shun'an! I'm here!"

Jiang Shunan opened his eyes wide, got up, stumbled and ran towards the man, his weak feet suddenly tripped over the gravel.

The moment he fell, he fell into a hug.

Familiar smell, familiar temperature, familiar people.

"Shun'an, I'm here, I'm right here."

Hearing the voice in his ear, Jiang Shunan couldn't bear it any longer, and wept bitterly while hugging him.

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