Night walk

"Where are we going?" Qiao Yixiao didn't want to be surprised anymore, although he kept a calm face.

"Go to the show."

Qiao Yixiao felt that this was normal and heaved a sigh of relief.

Mo Zhao turned the car to a small road and drove into a parking lot. It was already dark outside.From the parking lot, there is a square next to the performance venue.The performance may be about to start, and many people are waiting in line for ticket inspection.

Qiao Yixiao hadn't seen it before, so he looked a few more times curiously, and then walked a little slowly, Mo Zhao turned around and called him: "Look at it later."

"Oh." Qiao Yixiao was still watching, but finally walked towards Mo Zhao.Mo Zhao led him across the square, walked for about 2 minutes, crossed the road, and pushed open a glass door, "Let's have something to eat first."

Qiao Yixiao looked up and saw that it was a small noodle shop by the side of the road.On such an autumn night, it looked extraordinarily warm, and it didn't seem expensive, which gave him a little intimacy.

The two went in to find a seat and sat down, and the clerk brought the menu.Mo Zhao asked him to choose, so he opened it to read.In fact, it is still expensive for him. After all, he has been poor for the past two years, and he can't wait to break a dollar and use it.But compared to anything else Mo Zhao bought for him, this store is not expensive, and the most expensive noodle is only more than 40.Most of them were twenty or thirty noodles, and he hesitated which one to order.

Mo Zhao recruited the clerk and asked him to recommend it.

"You two, try my chicken blood noodles. The way to eat it in the north is pretty good." The clerk quickly flipped the menu to that page. It looked good, and the price was also good. It was the second most expensive in the store.

Qiao Yixiao is used to looking at the price first before buying something, and will hesitate if it is expensive.Even though it seems that he no longer has to worry about money, it takes time to change his concept, and he also knows that the money is not his. One day, he will return to his original life.So he unconsciously felt that it was really expensive!

Mo Zhao looked up at him, and asked him softly, "Are you okay?"

Qiao Yixiao came back to his senses, "Whatever."

Mo Zhao nodded and said to the clerk, "Two bowls."

"Okay, wait a minute."

The noodles came out very quickly, and two large bowls of noodles were placed in front of the two of them, leaving a sentence of "please use it slowly", and the clerk left.Qiao Yixiao is now much more flexible in holding chopsticks in his left hand than before. He wanted to reach out to pick up a little bit of noodles to taste, but he looked up inadvertently, and saw that Mo Zhao was unbuttoning the cuff of his shirt with his head down, and rolled up the cuff neatly.

He was slightly stunned.

The noodle was very hot, and it was cold, there was a slight mist on the noodle bowl, and the thin mist blurred Mo Zhao's face, and even blurred his glasses.Mo Zhao looks too deceptive.Now if Mo Zhao's subordinates see him, they will be even more moved. The dignified leader is eating noodles at a small noodle shop on the street.

He withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to eat the noodles.But the noodles were a bit long, he didn't pull them out, and fell back into the bowl, splashed a little soup, splashed on his face, and got a little on the skirt of his clothes.He has a cleanliness habit, so he reached out and took out a piece of paper to wipe it off.

Mo Zhao raised his hand and called the clerk, asking him to bring another small bowl.

After the bowl was delivered, Mo Zhao moved Qiao Yixiao's bowl of noodles in front of him, picked out half of the noodles in the bowl and put them into a small bowl, and picked out some green vegetables from the noodle soup and put them in the small bowl. Pushing back again, "Eat."

"Oh." Qiao Yixiao ate the noodles in the small bowl with chopsticks.

Mo Zhao put the spoon into his big noodle bowl again, "Drink some soup, the soup is not bad."

Qiao Yixiao paused for a while, didn't look up at him, and buried himself in a few sips of soup, which was not bad.The chicken soup is very pure, and it can be tasted that it is a chicken soup stewed from real ingredients without adding any seasoning.Through the mist, he quietly raised his head to look at Mo Zhao.

Mo Zhao took off his glasses, and was eating noodles and soup seriously. He ate and drank deliciously, without rushing.

Even the originally cold glasses on the table seemed to be warmed up by the hazy yellow lights in the store even without the fog.

He unconsciously thought that if Mo Zhao really looked like this, it would be fine.

After finishing the small bowl of noodles, Mo Zhao continued to help him fish out the rest, tirelessly.

It wasn't until he finished the bowl of noodles that Mo Zhao called someone to pay. The clerk smiled and said, "You can pay directly with Alipay or WeChat."

Qiao Yixiao looked up at Mo Zhao, who was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I don't know how to use that."

The clerk didn't care much, and said with a smile: "Then do you pay in cash or lakka?"

Mo Zhao directly gave him one hundred yuan.

Then he took Qiao Yixiao away without waiting for the clerk to return the change.

At any other time, Qiao Yixiao would scold Mo Zhao for being rich!Now he suddenly felt that maybe the world of the rich was really different from them, and he was able to calmly accept this fact.

But as soon as this thought came to him, he felt that there was indeed something wrong with himself today, and he was able to look at the problem from Mo Zhao's standpoint.

Sure enough, it was because Mo Zhao had just taken him to that kind of mentally handicapped place, and he became mentally handicapped accordingly.

He shook his head, trying to shake those thoughts out of his head.

But Mo Zhao looked back at him, saw him shaking his head, and asked, "Aren't you full?"

"full."

Mo Zhao was going to go to the right, but stopped and went to the left, Qiao Yixiao had no choice but to keep up.After walking for a while, Mo Zhao pushed open the door of another shop. This shop was very bright, decorated in light green, and looked very comfortable. It was a cake shop.

"Buy a few, eat when you're hungry." Mo Zhao looked at him and said.

Qiao Yixiao didn't want to eat what these girls ate, so she didn't want to move when she stood by the door.

"Come and pick."

Seeing that the two of them were amused, the clerk smiled and said, "Sir, you can come here and have a look. They are all made by the master."

Qiao Yixiao had no choice but to walk in and point at one.

"Not enough." Mo Zhao said again.

He had to point to one more.

Mo Zhao looked at the clerk, "You can pack a few of the delicious ones."

"Uh, sir, each one is delicious."

"Put them all on."

"How many of each style?"

"Is that all?" Mo Zhao looked at the window, but because it was dark, there wasn't much left in the window.

"Yes, we will close when we sell out."

"That's all."

"Okay." The clerk took the money and started packing quickly.

There are chairs in the store, Mo Zhao pointed, "Go and sit for a while."

Mo has changed too much, damn it just now that he is not bad!Now it's this crazy look again!Qiao Yixiao thought I wouldn't fucking sit down!He stood in front of Mo Zhao, did not speak, but pursed his lips.

The clerk packed all the cakes and handed them to Mo Zhao. Mo Zhao picked them up and walked out of the cake shop. Qiao Yixiao followed them unhappily.

The two kept a distance of one meter, with Mo Zhao in front and Qiao Yixiao behind.

Going all the way to the intersection, crossing the road is the place to watch the performance, Mo Zhao looked back at him, Qiao Yixiao reluctantly walked in front of him.

"Unhappy?" he asked.

"No."

"Why are you unhappy? Don't you like to eat?"

"No."

"Since you don't have one, show me a smile."

It's too fucking difficult, a pervert!Qiao Yixiao raised her head, put her face in front of him, then stretched out her unbroken left hand, with her thumb and index finger, raised the corners of her mouth on both sides respectively, and said falteringly, "I laughed."

But Mo Zhao really laughed, even laughed out loud, and bent over slightly, under the street lamp, there were some fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

Qiao Yixiao suddenly remembered that he didn't know how old Mo Zhao was.As the director, why is he in his 30s?

He didn't want to ask.

But what is certain is that Mo Zhao's smile at this moment is a real smile.

For some reason, Qiao Yixiao was a little proud.

He "hummed", and no longer silently proud of himself, he "hummed".

Kui Kui in the schoolbag poked her head out and also "meowed".

One person, one cat, proud together under the street lamp.

Mo Zhao suddenly wanted to reach out and touch the head of the proud kitten Joe, does he know how cute he is?

When the two walked to the entrance of the theater to check the tickets, it happened that the performance was about to start.Qiao Yixiao was a little nervous. He was afraid that his cat would be discovered, so Mo Zhao looked back and gave him a reassuring look, said something to a man in a security uniform, and then led him in.

Since Mo Pervert is so rich, he naturally reserved a very good seat, right in the middle of the second row.Everyone else was seated, and Qiao Yixiao didn't want to disturb others, so she bowed slightly and walked in quickly.After sitting down, he saw Mo Zhao approaching.

His gait is very leisurely, his back is straight as usual, he really doesn't care about other people's opinions at all, and he doesn't care about other people's mood.Qiao Yixiao looked around, and others didn't think it was a serious matter that he came so late and blocked others' sight, and no one showed dissatisfaction on their faces.

Maybe, some people are born with different temperaments?

Qiao Yixiao thought silently.

Mo Zhao sat beside him.

The show has begun.

It's ballet.

In fact, Qiao Yixiao didn't quite understand. Although their family used to have some money, he was a child who lost his mother at the age of ten.And when he was a child, when his mother was still there, his health was not very good, and there were no such theaters in small cities, so he had no chance to go to see them, and no one took him to see them in other cities.

When his mother left, his father, who had never been close to him, completely became a stepdad.There is no opportunity to be influenced by art.

The more Qiao Yixiao watched, the more sleepy she became, she quietly reached into her bag to touch Kui Kui.He took a peek at the people around him.

Everyone looked very intoxicated and serious, and they knew that those who were willing to spend a lot of money to sit in the front row must really like these things.He thought about it and looked at Mo Zhao.

Mo Zhao didn't show an expression of intoxication like the others, but his eyes were always bright, and he kept looking at the stage, sitting upright.He looked down, Mo Zhao's hands were casually placed in front of him, very relaxed.

He knew that Mo Zhao also really liked this thing.

Mo Zhao is really too multifaceted.

He could only sigh with emotion again, and gradually fell asleep after feeling with emotion.

Until someone patted his shoulder lightly, he opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Mo Zhao's face very close, and there was a lot of noise around him.He rubbed his eyes and looked around. It turned out that the show was over, and everyone else had already started to walk out.

He suddenly realized that his vision at the moment was a bit strange, he froze, it turned out that he was leaning on Mo Zhao's shoulder.He immediately sat up straight and pretended nothing had happened.

Mo Zhao didn't expose it, he just stood up and said, "Let's go too."

"Yeah." Qiao Yixiao bowed his head and followed him out.

Mo Zhao still wanted to communicate with him, "Isn't it pretty?"

"No, it's just that I don't understand." Qiao Yixiao was very honest.

"Today I wanted to take you out to play, and there are still tickets here, so I brought you here. Next time, I will let people watch it. Some musicals and stage plays are quite interesting. If I have time, I will take you to watch. "

Hehe, Qiao Yixiao thought to himself, sir, please let me go! ! !I hope that Uncle Mo will fall in love with his work as soon as possible, get married again, and have a honeymoon every day! !Live a happy life with his work and forget everything in the world, especially Qiao Yixiao! ! !