wandering planet

Jiang Che didn't know how to answer for a while, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I haven't heard of it."

Ovid: "..."

He had no choice but to let go of Jiang Che, and tore off the towel from his head: "It's true!"

Whether it is true or not is not a big problem for Jiang Che.What Ovid said made him very happy. The companion he met by chance on Faust was the personification of light and fire.Whether it's true or not, it's fun.

Jiang Che became a little happier, and put aside the fact that he was trapped in the freezer: "Let me make lemon ice for you."

Ovid: "Okay."

Jiang Che: "Hand over your sweet-scented osmanthus honey."

Ovid: "...you have to make sure that lemon ice tastes better than sweet-scented osmanthus honey."

Jiang Che shrugged: "I can't guarantee it."

Ovid reluctantly handed the sweet-scented osmanthus honey to Jiang Che, and Jiang Che handed him the two broken lemons and asked him to squeeze out the lemon juice.Ovid took a chair and sat at the table to squeeze the juice. Jiang Che boiled a pot of water and added a lot of sugar.

Ovid looked at it, and couldn't help but said, "Since so much sugar has been added, can you return the sweet-scented osmanthus honey?"

"Why do you like sweet things so much?" Jiang Che remembered something, "Did you brush your teeth after eating sweet-scented osmanthus honey last night?"

Ovid lowered his head and continued to squeeze lemon juice: "You are so annoying."

"Have you brushed it yet?"

"Scrape!" Ovid yelled, "If you ask again, give me back the sweet-scented osmanthus honey!"

After he finished speaking, the lemon juice was also squeezed out.There is not much juice that can be squeezed out of two lemons, and it is only half a cup in a cup.The cup is made of translucent frosted material, and a line of huge red letters is printed on the cup: Barker's 120th Anniversary Celebration Cup.Two drops of pale yellow lemon juice slipped from the rim of the glass, and Ovid licked it off with his tongue.

The result was so sour that he immediately frowned.

Although it is sour, the scent of lemon is stronger than ever. Ovid frowned, smelling it again and again. The clear aroma of plant fruit is concentrated in these juices, which makes people feel refreshed.

Jiang Che's sugar water is also ready.When the water was cool, Jiang Che poured lemon juice and sweet-scented osmanthus honey into it, then let Ovid take over the stirring, and went back to the tool room to find molds.

Ovid stirred for a while, couldn't hold back, and secretly dipped a little to taste.

The aroma of lemon is very reminiscent of fruit trees at the turn of spring and summer.The flowers have just fallen, and the fruit has just come out.When the rain was over, the sun came up.Those round fruits are hanging on the branches, and the pulp and juice inside are accumulating little by little.

Osmanthus honey is sweet and fragrant.The sweetness of white sugar neutralizes the sweetness of osmanthus honey, and it feels fresh in the mouth.Ovid smacked his lips. He seemed to taste the lemons, which grow best in summer, and the sweet-scented osmanthus, which blooms best in autumn.

Jiang Che dug out two plastic cups that looked like test tubes. He couldn't remember what he brought them here for, but they happened to be used to make lemon ice molds.

After everything was mixed, he and Ovid filled the liquid into molds and put them in the freezer.

"How long?" asked Ovid.

"Just wait a day." Jiang Che said, "Don't steal it, remember, the left side is mine, and the right side is yours."

Ovid ate a lot of Jiang Che's food in Faust, and saw Jiang Che make a lot of things. This was the first time he worked with Jiang Che, and he danced with excitement: "I am also a chef."

Jiang Che didn't bother to talk to him: "Yes, yes. Let's go."

As he said that, he was about to pack his things and go up.

Ovid wondered, "Where are you going?"

"There is a singer in Faust's bar who sings very well." Jiang Che stuffed a bag of deflated peanuts into his hand, "Take the peanuts, I invite you to drink and listen to the song."

Faust's bar is located on the fourth floor, and the surrounding area is very lively.At this time, there are still three or four hours before the break on Faust. Passengers and crew members who just finished dinner gathered on the fourth floor in twos and threes. Some were playing cards, some were drinking coffee and chatting. There is no name, just a bar with a huge black hole pattern hanging on the wall.

What is the name of the bar in the end, no one gets to the bottom of it.Anyway, there is only one bar on Faust.

The inside is very spacious, and the bar is on the left side of the entrance. Because it is a bar on a ship, the atmosphere is very calm, and there are many people chatting softly, and most of the conversations are the two options on the voting coupons. How to choose.

After Jiang Che entered the bar, he quickly found a table of cooks who occupied the best seats.He introduced Ovid as his friend, and the enthusiastic chefs immediately invited the two to join.

Beside the chef's table, Jiang Che saw Bering and Pierre.

Bering couldn't drink, he looked helplessly at the circle of wine bottles in front of Pierre, and held his own lemonade through gritted teeth: "I finally waited until I was not a captain. Such a thing!"

Pierre blushed a little from drinking, but he was still very energetic: "Do you know about windmills, Captain? In my hometown, the hillside is full of windmills. When the wind blows, we ride horses on the hillside. I With Selina, my favorite, we ride on horseback, we hold hands."

Bering: "I wouldn't go to Faust if it wasn't for fighting against Samuel. Tell me, Samuel is the most hateful person!"

Pierre: "Yes, I can guarantee that there is no girl in the whole town who is more beautiful than Serena."

The two chatted very well.

The chefs knew that Jiang Che had no money. Seeing that his friend was handsome, but he was wearing the 120th anniversary commemorative shirt of Barker's Supermarket, he probably didn't have much money, so they generously invited them to drink.

Ovid asked Jiang Che: "Didn't you say that you invited me?"

Jiang Che lowered his head to drink, pretending not to hear.

"We have all heard Pierre," said a cook to Ovid. "You are the hero who saved Faust!"

Ovid was embarrassed for a second, and then immediately took the wine handed by the other party: "It is my honor to be able to do things for Faust and you."

Chef: "Can you tell us what happened? Were you in charge of the ship?"

Ovid: "The same may be said."

Jiang Che was listening to Bering and Pierre chatting nonsense, while listening to Ovid bragging to the cooks. He was drinking craft beer slowly, when he looked up and suddenly saw a person walking out on the stage.

At first glance, he thought he saw Jiang Mu.

Her figure and posture were very similar to Jiang Che's younger sister. Jiang Che sat up straight at once - but the next moment, the girl walked into the light.

He slumped back to his chair.It wasn't Jiang Mu. This young singer had neat short hair, long hands and feet, but a cold expression, which didn't fit in with the atmosphere of the bar.

"It's her." The chef whispered, "Her name is Tang Mo. Jiang, we all think she looks a bit like you."

Jiang Che thought, in your eyes, people with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin should all look alike.

He brought Ovid here precisely because he heard the chef say that the singer was similar to himself when he went to the kitchen.He leaned listlessly on the back of the chair, watching Ovid and the cook whispering, only then did he realize that there was some silence around him.

The girl named Tang Mo spoke up.

She stood in the center of the stage, holding the upright microphone in front of her, half-closed her eyes, and slowly sang a mournful song.The young soldier bid farewell to his wife and left Marseilles by ship.Decades passed, and he returned to his hometown to find that his wife had passed away, but he had left a child for himself.The song said that the old soldier knelt in front of his wife's grave and wept bitterly, while his daughter led her child and asked him in panic and suspicion: Who are you?

Tang Mo's voice is very special, like a young girl who has not seen the world, but also like a young woman who is full of worries. In the thin and clear voice, there are a few low-pitched words from time to time.The soldier left home, and the soldier returned home; he didn't know how to answer his daughter's question, and stood blankly in front of his wife's grave.

Jiang Che felt that she was very similar to Jiang Mu again.

He couldn't tell how it looked like, but maybe he thought the same as the cooks: every singing girl in this world was very similar to his relatives who were lost in the vast universe.

"--River?"

Orwell called him several times before Jiang Che could react.

"What's the matter with you?" Ovid's face was flushed, and Jiang Che smelled the alcohol on his body when he leaned over, "Why are you crying?"

Jiang Che wiped his face, found no tears, and said in surprise, "No."

Ovid stared into his eyes: "Jiang, your eyes are crying."

Jiang Che was almost made to have goosebumps by his long tone like reciting a poem: "Keep drinking your wine and leave me alone."

As a result, Jiang Che didn't drink much that night, he kept looking at the young singer on the stage intently, and Ovid didn't even notice that he stared at him several times.

"Does she sing well?" Ovid asked Jiang Che on the way back.

He was half-drunk, lying lazily on Jiang Che's body, Jiang Che wanted to push him away as he walked forward, very upset.

"You keep looking at her. Why do you keep looking at her? Jiang? I don't think it sounds good. If you want to listen to the song, I can sing it too. Do you want to listen?"

Ovid was still talking when he walked down the storage room stairs, and almost missed his foot.Jiang Che was taken aback, and quickly hugged his waist tightly: "Pay attention to your feet!"

After finally reaching the first floor, Jiang Che found that he couldn't push Ovid away.

"Let go of me, let's go." Jiang Che warned him, "Don't pretend to be drunk."

Ovid stared at him very close, eyes damp with drink but startlingly bright.

"I didn't pretend... I'm really drunk." Ovid suddenly grabbed Jiang Che's shoulder, bowed his head and kissed him.

Jiang Che dodged subconsciously, and the kiss landed on the corner of his mouth.

Shocked and angry, he pushed Ovid away with all his strength, then swung his arm and punched Ovid hard in the face.

"asshole!"

Ovid staggered a few steps from the blow and fell to the ground.He rubbed his cheek, frowned in pain, but soon raised his hands in the air happily, and let out a "ha".

Jiang Che felt that he was still angry, and was about to step forward to punch more, but when he got closer, he found that Ovid was lying on the ground like this, and fell asleep.