We got married

After work, someone went to the Four Seas Restaurant yesterday to pick up the car, and when he walked to the door of the restaurant, he saw a flaxen figure waiting beside the car.

"Why are you here?" Someone asked subconsciously.

The linen shirt turned around slowly, with a touch of warm setting sun: "I agreed to accompany you to buy and stock up after get off work."

A certain person wanted to say no, but thinking about what the group of people said, he changed his mind, opened the car door calmly, looked at Lin Xi with a smile, "In that case, why don't we have dinner together at night."

"Okay." Still smiling.

The two bought household items together and went to buy vegetables and fruits. Someone glanced at the shopping cart, squinted his eyes, turned around and took a few colorful boxes from the shelf next to the cashier, and put them in front of Lin Xi. went in.

Lin Xi looked at it with a smile, the corners of her lips were still curved, and she didn't stop her.

Someone saw it, and the original guess was mostly confirmed, but it felt like an unknown object was blocked in his heart, all kinds of discomfort o(￣ヘ￣o#)

After leaving the supermarket, someone threw something into the trunk. Lin Xi naturally sat in the co-pilot's seat, still as calm as before, without any trace of being affected by the last thing he bought just now.

He squinted his eyes, drove halfway, and suddenly turned around again, heading towards the sea.

"Where are you going?" asked the person next to him.

"Eat." Someone said casually, completely ignoring the newly bought various ingredients in the trunk, making it clear that he would not take the other person home.

Lin Xi looked at the receding scenery outside the car window, with a smile still on his lips.Someone happened to turn his head to see it, and he couldn't help but increase the speed of the car again.

Poutine, pan-seared salmon, peach cobbler, a few dishes arrived quickly.Without the complicated tableware and rules of French cuisine, the two of them ate slowly with a knife and fork.

A certain person took advantage of the gaps in the chat to look at the person opposite him. He was slow, gentle and calm. Whether it was an elegant and complicated French meal or a simple and sweet Canadian-style Western meal, that person could handle it calmly.Even, the last time the two of them ate the barbecue at the roadside stall together, it was the same, not a bit unnatural.

It seems to be simple, not stained with a trace of dust.However, it is such a person who is almost transparent, but he is too clean, so that people can't see clearly or see through.

He watched the person across from him cut a small piece of steak, and suddenly said, "When you were in France, did you eat like this?"

Lin Xi was stunned, as if she didn't expect to be asked this question, she couldn't help but smiled and asked, "How do I eat?"

He couldn't help being stunned when he heard it, and then tried to explain after a pause: "...just like now, don't talk too much, don't worry, just keep taking your time."

"When eating alone, I always play some music, so naturally the rhythm slows down."

Eating alone?Someone pokes a steak with a fork when he remembers studying abroad in Canada, and keeps silent.

"Since you brought me to this Canadian restaurant, don't you plan to introduce the special dishes to me?" Lin Xi asked.

He pushed his glasses silently: "There are many immigrants in Canada, and the diet is relatively mixed. Seafood is also a specialty. Like this salmon, also called salmon, the locals like to smoke it most, and it will also be sold as a specialty."

"It's just like the French like to eat snails, which is also a special feature." Lin Xi smiled, and elegantly forked up the French fries on the plate, and the cheese on it was pulled up with flexible filaments and scratched between the silver tableware A graceful shape.

"The dish is called poutine over there. When the French fries are crispy, soft cheese is sprinkled, and then hot gravy is poured on it. Although it is simple, it tastes good."

"Poutine?" Lin Xi followed along thoughtfully.In Canada, both French and English are spoken at the same time, and the names of many things are a mixture of the two languages. For Lin Xi, who has lived in France, it is not difficult.

While talking, the dessert was brought to the table by the waiter, but it was in two crystal clear glasses.There are finely crushed coffee-colored jelly inside, and the mint leaves on top are green and lovely. Just looking at it, you will feel refreshed and bright.

Lin Xi took a sip, and found that the coffee tasted strong, mixed with traces of bitterness, before it penetrated to the tip of the tongue, it was contained by the taste of fresh fruit and mint, leaving only the mellow smoothness on the taste buds, gently Swallow, cool and refreshing.

"It's also Western food. Yours is exquisite and delicate French food. Mine is the one in front of you, which is much more common." Someone reached out to take off his glasses, and changed the subject: "I'll take you back to the hotel first."

"Aren't you going to go home?" Lin Xi asked.

The eyes that were not covered by glasses were a bit unpredictable, and someone twitched the corners of his mouth: "The night has just begun."

The so-called place where the night begins refers to the bar street behind Rainbow Square.

The two most famous pubs in the circle, one is called Latulipe, the other is called September Blues, both are at the end of that street.

Someone obviously prefers latulipe, and walked into the dark golden door without hesitation. The deep black is like black tulips quietly spreading in the middle of the night, extravagant but unassuming.

The crisp suit jacket had been left on the car long ago, and someone was wearing a simple linen shirt at this time, and Lin Xi, who was behind him, seemed to be wearing a couple outfit.

A certain person was already a regular customer in the store, ordered a glass of tequila with ice, leaned against the bar and chatted with the bartender Ken.

"Yo, ives, long time no see."

"I was away on a business trip a while ago, and I just came back to take on another case. I'm busy." Someone took a sip of wine carelessly, and the cold liquid slipped down his throat.

"What I said, why did the old customer suddenly disappear?" Ken approached, and asked in a low voice, "Who is coming with you, it seems like a newcomer."

"Him?" Someone took another sip of wine, his brows were slightly frowned, but his voice was still a little contemptuous and lazy, "Who knows, at least someone who knows which way the bar door opens."

In fact, Lin Xi not only knows which way the door of latulipe opens, but also knows how to order wine at the bar.

"Not bad, it looks familiar." While pouring wine for someone, Ken glanced at Lin Xi.

His slender fingers caressed the clear outer wall of the wine glass, feeling cold to the touch: "I've been abroad for so long, what else can I not be familiar with?"

A certain person is a regular visitor here, and just after entering the door, there are already several familiar people who are eager to try.Just after taking a sip of the second glass of wine, a slender young man sat next to him with a slight smile, and pasted him very familiarly: "ives, I haven't seen you for so many days, buy me a drink."

A certain person looked over, and the other person looked pretty good, with a low V profile, and his fair skin was stained with ever-changing colors amidst the grotesque.

He had seen the person in front of him before, maybe he had some other encounters, but he couldn't remember the name.

Seeing him sizing him up, the other party hurriedly moved closer: "How about the clothes I'm wearing today? Last time you said that my neck looks good, so I bought this one specially."

"Last time?" She couldn't even remember her name, and naturally she couldn't remember anything about her beautiful neck.Someone hooked his lips, leaned close to the other person, and lowered his voice: "The clothes are good, and the person is also good."

A simple sentence of "Not bad" has already filled the boy with joy, and he reached out to caress the collar of his shirt flatteringly.There was a faint smile on his lips, and his hands naturally wrapped around the other's waist.Thin and flexible, nice touch.It's just that the scene of helping that person go home the night before flashed across his mind, the feeling of holding his waist seemed lighter, softer, with a touch of warmth.

The teenager beside him asked for a cup of Long Island iced tea, took a big sip, and looked towards the other side: "Is that person your friend?"

"Probably." A certain person looked up, at the opposite bar, that person was still sitting quietly, but there were already a few people gathered around him, and there were people at the next few tables who seemed to be ready to move.

He raised his eyebrows, watched calmly, and slid his hand over the waist of the young man beside him, with a slightly spicy smell of alcohol in his throat.