Hedgehog

I hung up the phone, closed the car door, and walked out of the complex with my hands in my trouser pockets.

My house is crappy, but the location is good. A short block away is the only Eson Hotel in City B, a five-star global chain. I walked slowly towards the hotel. The street lights on the side of the road were as yellow as the lights on a deli shop. , The people on the street are all golden in color. Last year, a film critic with a vicious tongue commented on a domestic romance film, saying that it used an Internet celebrity retro filter, and the actors all seemed to have jaundice.It is estimated that when the light shines, I will almost have jaundice.

As I walked towards the hotel, I booked a room on my mobile phone, and then called the number I knew so well.

"The phone in room 1179 is broken, please ask for room service."

"Hello, please check your identity information."

"Lin Sui, the ID number is..."

"Hello, Mr. Lin, it's still the old rule, should you deliver it to the door..."

When I walked to the door of the hotel, there was already a waiter wearing an apron waiting at the door with a silver tray. In the tray was a large portion of Gelato, and ice cream balls of five colors were crowded in a beautiful A bone china bowl with only a fork and spoon on it.

In the whole of Beijing, only the Italian pastry chef at Yisong Hotel Western Restaurant can make the most authentic Gelato. The ice cream made by the Italians is completely different from the American ice cream. The University of Ice Cream.However, the dessert chef I have never met is probably underappreciated now. No one would not order the bright, soft and good-looking American ice cream, and search the menu to order this thing.So every time no matter how late, I always have some Gelato.This thing can only be eaten on the same day, and he probably only makes one or two servings a day, just to be appreciated by others.

I have been eating here on and off for four or five years, and the points on my membership card can be used to get free round-the-world air tickets. Now as long as I hear Lin Sui’s name, the front desk will automatically place an order for me in the restaurant, which is considered a treat. item accomplished.

I sat down by the fountain outside Yisong with an ice cream bowl. The marble tiles were still warm. I sat cross-legged on it, eating my ice cream slowly like a homeless bum.

This thing is high in sugar, and eating too much is not good.But it's better than Wenxin and the others taking drugs when they're unhappy.

I tasted all five ice cream scoops one by one, and the one I chose with pistachios started to eat to my death. In the dark, couples or men and women walked into the hotel gate one after another.Emotional matters are nothing more than that in the end, it doesn't make any difference if it is cheaper or more expensive.

As soon as I came up with this vicious idea, the World Report came immediately.

A silver supercar slid silently from the right side of the fountain, and then stopped in front of me smoothly. I didn't react until the door was opened and someone called my name.

"Lin Sui?"

Ji Rongfu was dressed in white. I always thought that golf uniforms were ugly as hell, but he was not ugly in his clothes. He looked like an elite young man who graduated from a prestigious foreign school.He has a deeper relationship with this hotel than I do. The doorman skillfully parks the car for him. Standing in front of me, he is tall and straight with slender legs.

"Morning, Mr. Ji." I have accepted that he always appears when I am the least groomed, and basically gave up resistance.

He laughed at my passivity.

"What are you eating?" He looked at his watch, it's good to have money, and he changed his sports watch after playing golf: "It's almost twelve o'clock now. Why don't you go home?"

If he was 20 years older and a bit more bloated, this would be a standard conversation between an elderly rich man and a wandering warbler wandering outside the hotel. In such a big Beijing, I ran out of the hotel where he lived to eat ice cream in such a pitiful way, saying No one would believe it was a coincidence.

"Why don't you be in a good mood, and you are still practicing at such a late hour, preparing for the Olympics?" I raised my eyes and glanced at him.

He still had a smile on his eyes. He had very beautiful eyes, with flat and high browbones, deep eye sockets, and a very beautiful deep amber pupil. When he smiled, he was ecstatic.The more indifferent people like to be arrogant, the people like him who are really born in everyone will give people the illusion that they can be approached, as if the bright moon high above always reflects a palpable reflection in the water for you .

Like now, I'm covered in prickles, and he's leaning over to look at the contents of my bowl.

"Don't worry," he saw me giving him a bad look, thinking that I disliked him, and explained with a smile: "I just came back after taking a shower."

"Taking a shower and still wearing a soccer jersey. Playing cosplay at night?"

In fact, I was stubbornly resisting. There is a sentence in English called "yousmellsgood" that is listed as sexual harassment. Ji Rongfu smells very good now. There is a clean plant smell in his collar, which reminds people of lemon trees in summer sunshine.People who are too good-looking often give people a shock at first glance, especially when the distance is shortened, the impact is even more terrifying. Fortunately, the light is dim here, and his beautiful eyes are not obvious enough.Just looked at me with a smile.

"Is the ice cream delicious?"

This person was probably born to be my natural enemy, and I just wanted to tickle him with open swords and dark arrows.I simply moved the ice cream bowl towards him.

"Want to eat? Gelato." I saw that he picked up the fork, and pointed him: "I haven't touched the two on the left, you should eat them. I don't like yellow peaches and chocolate anyway."

In the dark night, in the moist air beside the fountain, we shared a box of ice cream like two naive high school students. If Ji Rongfu was wearing a white tennis uniform, it would be even more perfect.I like to watch people in good shape play tennis. No matter men or women, they have a leopard-like beauty when they run.

Ji Rongfu probably didn't like desserts very much, he just showed mercy and played with me.After taking two bites, I raised my eyes to look at me, with bushy eyebrows, straight eyebrow bones, and a straight nose, which was shockingly beautiful.

"Why don't you go home?" The best hunter is always like him, beautiful and dangerous, but he rarely shows his claws and fangs, pretending to be a gentle big cat.

I have a knack for breaking the mood.

"My house lives on the sixth floor, there is no elevator, and I don't want to climb."

"So are you going to run away from home today?" He looked at me tenderly.

From such a close distance, I can see every eyelash clearly.He is tall and stretched, half bent over like a low-hanging tree, my whole body is shrouded in the shade of the tree, fine water droplets splashed from the fountain behind me, one step closer or one step back is an abyss.

My throat was dry, and I couldn't think of a sharp word to reply him.It's a pity that I spent half my life cultivating hard thorns all over my body, and now they have turned into soft fingers.

Ji Rongfu probably also knew that I was not his opponent, so he didn't beat the kid again, but with a smile on his lips, he withdrew.He stood in front of me politely and looked at me.I buried myself in a scoop of ice cream before recovering.

"You live here?" I looked over him to the tall building behind him.

He nodded with a smile.

Looks like last time at least it wasn't intentional not to drive my car.

"Why don't you go home?"

This sentence probably got the point. He was taken aback for a moment, and then replied with a smile: "Probably because the ice cream at home is not as good as here."

Really boring.

I put away the bowl and spoon and prepare to go home and sleep.There are dozens of these bowls in my family. The soup is a little shallower, and the vegetables are a little deeper. I have accumulated them over the years.

After taking two steps, I still felt unwilling, so I turned back.Ji Rongfu still stood where he was, watching me turn back, still very calm.

I can't stand his calm demeanor.

"I heard that people in the financial industry are very sensitive to numbers and have a photographic memory," I asked him straight to the point, "Is it true?"

"Yeah." When he lowered his voice, it always made one's bones crisp.

Too bad this didn't work for me.

"Do you understand finance?"

"I understand." He laughed again.

I directly reported a series of numbers: "This is my phone number. When did you quit the habit of doing Tai Chi? When will you call me and I will sing for you."