Yuanchuan High School

Also clearly see the people who are working the front desk.

The boy dressed in black was taking orders for the customers, his raised face was still green, and he looked like a student.

He looks very handsome, and his temperament is very peaceful, not aggressive, and occasionally he will be a little stunned. At first glance, he is a good boy who grew up obediently under the praise of the teacher-a person who is completely different from his younger brother.

Yan Wenying looked at it for a while, then looked away, and then looked at Yan Wenyi with complicated eyes.

"Why." Yan Wenyi said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I didn't expect that." Yan Wenying unconsciously fiddled with the watch strap on her wrist, her voice was low: "I'm a little... don't know how to say it."

"You said that he is your high school classmate, now a college student, and will come out to work after class. I think he should also work hard."

"Although you haven't been a bad student since you were a child, and your grades are not bad, don't you really hate being with such... well-behaved children? You were much more difficult to manage in high school than you are now, why... ...are you really my brother?"

She is like a parent who was excluded when the child was growing up, showing a look of distress: "Since when did it start?"

"I just made a boyfriend, and I haven't been kicked out by my father, are you going to deny me first?"

"Didn't you ask me to change it a little more?" Yan Wenyi said, "I have corrected it now, big cousin, Yang Anhe, your classmate, even Chen Zhuo... Seeing that I have changed it, I have to say, what are you thinking? "

"Can this be the same?" Yan Wenying scolded him, "Who knew you would really change it, well, let's not talk about it, it's time to get down to business."

She got up with her bag and walked towards the front desk. Yan Wenyi called her from behind, but her sister ignored him.

Tsk.How did it pass.

One, two...here we go.

There are not too many guests at the front desk now. Yan Wenyi saw his sister and Yan Wenyi chatting quickly. He was a little short-sighted and could only vaguely see the figures of the two of them, but could not see their expressions clearly.

The boy started to press his hand, and the knuckles made a crisp sound. He wanted to step forward, but he didn't move.

Yan Wenyi was still a little worried.

My sister was right, they were indeed very different people.

He acted recklessly, forcibly occupying a place in Li Min's heart, and now he has to let other people judge him.

Thinking about it differently, if Yan Wenying had a boyfriend, he would definitely be nitpicking, and he must be nitpicking.

Likewise, the older sister may not necessarily see what she wants to see.

Li Cou can't speak, and he is relatively indifferent to outsiders. He doesn't fight or grab. Even if he works outside, his salary is lower than others.

He doesn't like to be noticed, to be treated specially, and he doesn't want to be involved in trouble. He has been curled up in his own corner, and he may accept that his relationship with Yan Wenyi is the most outrageous thing he has done so far.

Yan Wenyi looked at the front desk and pursed his lips.

"Hello." Li Cou said mechanically, when he looked up, there was a young girl standing in front of him.

The girl was bright and radiant, very beautiful, Li Pu was slightly taken aback, a vague sense of instant vision flashed in his mind, his eyes stayed on the girl's face for a little longer - just that little bit.He quickly came back to his senses, "Welcome, what do you need?"

Li Min didn't look directly at her, but the girl kept observing him. Li Min raised his head and asked uncertainly, "How are you?"

The girl looked at him for a while, then looked down at the brass menu clip on the table, "Please give me this." She ordered a dessert from the menu.

After the girl paid, Li Cou looked at the dessert stand in the window and found that it was gone, so he said, "Please wait a moment."

He turned around and talked to the pastry chef on the workbench in the window of the back kitchen. He walked very slowly, his body's center of gravity was skewed, and his posture was obviously different from ordinary people, with pauses and pauses.

A wrinkled face as if soaked in water flashed across the window in the inner room, obviously looking familiar, but the girl waiting at the front desk was taken aback.

Li Min came back soon, and he was serving desserts to the guests. He was lowering his head to prepare. The girl curled up her hands slightly, and couldn't help asking: "You...are your legs injured?"

Li Min was stunned, his fingers on the table were skewed, and his nails were clacking on the tray. This question was not unfamiliar to him, but he would still feel the same shame as when he was asked for the first time. And at a loss.

No one likes to show their flaws to others.

It's strange—his reaction was completely different from before. The boy paused for a moment, then nodded without any surprise: "Yeah."

"I was injured when I was a child, and it didn't heal. It may have been affected a little bit now." Li Cou handed the plate to the girl, "Your order."

The girl took it, and placed the wooden tray on the front table. The dessert was beautifully made, and the red strawberries on the cream were very colorful, but no one paid attention to it now.

"You look quite small." The girl said, "Are you still a student?"

"Yeah." Li Min was a little embarrassed, "I'm studying at University B, and I'm working part-time here."

"You still have to take care of your studies, can you handle it?"

The girl looked at him, "Standing here all the time, isn't your body in good shape? Then aren't you tired?"

There are fewer customers now. The cat in the cafe barked lazily, and the golden retriever on the side also barked in agreement. Li Kuo was counting the change and reserve funds, and the coins were stacked and pressed together to make a sound. The experience of working abroad has helped him, or he has been influenced by someone. Li Min has lost some of his previous silent resistance to outsiders. It may also be because there is a beautiful woman in front of him, and people are always extra patient with beautiful women. , he said: "A little bit, but it's okay, and it's not unacceptable. Isn't it normal to be tired from work?"

"I'm here to work, not to be offered for me. On my condition, the boss here is willing to recruit me. I'm already very grateful."

Li Min turned around, "It's the same when you come out to work, it's nothing to be tired—this is the ice cream you ordered."

After he said so much, he felt a little abrupt, and smiled embarrassedly at the girl.The girl looked at him thoughtfully for a while, then nodded: "Thank you."

Yan Wenying returned to her place with the plate, and from a distance, she saw Yan Wenyi staring at her with her hands shrunk, like a stray dog ​​begging for food on the side of the road—Yan Wenying did as she wished, and handed the plate to her with great kindness. he.

"Are you so hungry?" she said, "Didn't you eat when you came out?"

Yan Wenyi looked at her for a while, seeing his sister pretending to be staring at the phone, he lowered his head listlessly, and pushed the dessert and ice cream forward, "I'm not hungry."

"Eat it, don't you like sweet things?" Yan Wenying said, "I don't eat these things."

Who eats ice in winter.

Yan Wenyi took a sip of the ice cream, his sister looked at him for a while, and then said slowly: "He is different from what I imagined."

"Ah?" Yan Wenyi almost dropped the spoon, "No way?"

How could he still be in the mood to eat, he was a little uneasy and asked tentatively: "Really? He didn't do anything to you, did he? Is it impatient or rude... Didn't you just order a meal?"

"No." Yan Wenying said, "It's normal, I don't care what he does to me? He's your boyfriend, not mine, but this kid seems to be quite down-to-earth."

Yan Wenyi felt relieved when he heard the obvious change of tone. He stirred the ice cream that had formed into a pile, and asked, "Didn't you just order these two things, how do you know that he is not at ease?"

"Intuitively...probably..." The girl was thoughtful, "He has to go to school and work part-time. But what about you?"

Yan Wenying tapped him on the head, "I've been in the fog all day long, thinking that every time I go out, I go out. Do you think you have stepped on a cloud and haven't come down yet? Living is like a dream."

Yan Wenyi lowered his head to eat ice cream, pretending he didn't hear it.

"If you're not joking..." The staff in black uniforms at the front desk were boxing the cake, Yan Wenying glanced at her younger brother who was yawning lazily with his face propped up, she sighed, and didn't say the rest.

Hope this can change you too.

This careless brother.

"What's wrong with you—" Yan Wenying changed the subject abruptly, "Hobbies, no, sexual orientation, it's not... How do you plan to explain this tendency to your family? How about we wait a few years?

In fact, I don't know why you are in such a hurry... I've seen a lot of people hiding it, but you are good. You can't wait to tell the world right away, just like you are going to get married next time. What are you in a hurry for? "

"It's nothing." Yan Wenyi said, "I neither stole nor robbed, I was aboveboard, what should I be afraid of—" At this point, he suddenly froze, and the rest of the words seemed to be cut off suddenly by a knife.

Yan Wenying sneered: "Why don't you continue talking? Aren't you afraid of everything?"

Yan Wenyi moved his lips, his face was full of resentment, well, he was still very scared.

"If you want to be honest—I'll help you talk to your parents, it may not be successful."

The elder sister sighed, "Mom and Dad are so traditional, they think you are unfilial, you know? If Dad is really angry, you will definitely be beaten, and no one can save you then."

"I know...don't talk about it." Yan Wenyi's expression was listless, he looked at the green leaves blown by the wind outside the window thoughtfully, "I'm thinking about this too, I don't want to be beaten, he will definitely be beaten die