I Don't Want To Reincarnate

Chapter 242

Lunch was in a restaurant by the Qinhuai River. Chen Hansheng asked for a box facing the street.

The decoration in the box is both modern and retro. Modern means that there is a TV and air conditioning. Retro means that the porch is carved, and the tables and chairs are also mahogany octagonal tables, with an antique flavor.

In addition, the window of the box is not pushed outward. You need to hold up a wooden stick. When poetry curiously opened the window, the whole room stared wide eyed for fear that the stick would fall.

If you hit a passer-by XiMenqing, do you want to eat this meal.

"Why do you all look at me like this?"

Bian Shishi propped up the window and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, no... No..."

Everyone was embarrassed to admit that Chen Hansheng picked up the teapot and poured water. He said to Wang Zibo, "come on, Dalang, it's time to take medicine."

"Get out!"

Wang Zibo blushed and took the cup away.

Chen Hansheng smiled and helped others fill up. The restaurant was stunned by the antiquity. The ordering ladies were all dressed in antiquity. Chen Hansheng hooked up seven special dishes and estimated that five people should have just finished eating.

The scenery near the window is very good. Not far away is the Qinhuai River. It is depressed in late autumn. All the painted boats are across the bank, but there are always friction on the long street of Confucius Temple, especially many student couples.

College couples are holding hands. The girl is also holding a string of candied haws. She points to those expensive and beautiful ornaments and discusses with her boyfriend. The boy looks at the price and estimates that he can't afford it now and pretends not to care about it.

However, he didn't take a few steps. He turned his head again and remembered the location of the store. He might have made up his mind to save money and surprise his girlfriend on a festival.

The feelings on campus are pure and beautiful.

Chen Hansheng ate the melon seeds presented by the store and looked at all kinds of outside the window. Xiao Rongyu next to him suddenly pushed himself.

"Why?"

"I want that, too."

The little fish pointed to the old man selling sugar gourd and said pitifully.

Chen Hansheng didn't want to move, so he pushed off and said, "I'll have dinner later. I ordered sweet and sour spareribs. It's almost the same taste."

"I don't, Xiao Chen, please..."

Xiao Rongyu lengthened the tail sound. The autumn wind "swish" outside the window doesn't feel cold. It just blows the little fish's unconnected hair disorderly, and the melon seed face hidden under the hair has lovely pride.

"All right, I'll just go down for a cigarette."

Chen Hansheng shook his head and stood up. If there were no others, he might pretend to be dead, but there were two other girls, especially Bian Shishi, Xiao Rongyu's roommate, who was also there. Chen Hansheng would take care of this pride.

After a few meetings, Chen Hansheng came back and stepped on the wooden stairs with "creak, creak", he could still hear the voice of Bian Shi.

"Chen Hansheng is not as lazy as you said. If you ask him to buy candied haws, he will buy them. I think his boyfriend has done a good job..."

"You can't praise him, or your tail will rise to the sky again."

This is Xiao Rongyu talking, but the satisfaction and joy in his tone can't be concealed.

Chen Hansheng pushed the door and entered. The girls in the room were surprised, "ah", because he not only bought sugar gourd for Xiao Rongyu, but each girl had a string.

"Chen Hansheng, it's a pity that you're not from Dongda, otherwise you have to feed the girls in one of our dormitories."

Bian Shishi took the sugar gourd with a smile.

She didn't mean to look down on the financial college, that is, if Chen Hansheng and Xiaoyu are from the same school, the girls in the whole dormitory should be arranged.

Or there is a saying that when girls fall in love, one can support a dormitory girl; When boys fall in love, one has to rely on a dormitory brother.

"If I were from Dongda, I would have to talk about my girlfriend from Tsinghua University and Peking University. Jianye university is the minimum standard."

Chen Hansheng said with a smile.

"Bah, if you want to go to Tsinghua and Peking University, you can't talk about Harvard girls?"

The little fish pinched Chen Hansheng.

Nie Xiaoyu also took the sugar gourd and sighed: "I followed Minister Chen in my freshman year. I enjoyed this treatment for the first time. This is really a memorable moment."

Nie Xiaoyu was just a freshman who didn't understand anything at first. Later, he gradually grew to his current position. However, the title of "Minister Chen" often appeared in his mouth. This was the social relationship between the two at the beginning.

Of course, Wang Zibo didn't fall behind. Chen Hansheng handed him sugar gourd, but he refused: "what sugar gourd to eat, eat quickly. I have something to do later."

Wang Zibo's attitude made the atmosphere in the room a little stagnant, but it was served soon. Salted duck, sweet and sour ribs, braised lion's head, phoenix tail shrimp, egg roast, dried shredded chicken juice and a large bowl of seasonal vegetable soup are all characteristic dishes of Jianye and Jiangsu Province.

The girls soon immersed themselves in delicious food and talked about the recent entertainment news and campus gossip.

Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo eat faster and finish when they are full. The taste of the dishes can only be said to be ordinary, far less than the small restaurant next to the railway station.

Chen Hansheng looked at the girls. They seemed to have just moved their chopsticks. Only half of the lion's head in the fish bowl had been eaten.

"It's so slow."

Chen Hansheng took out his cigarette and wondered whether to call Wang Zibo down to smoke. The little fish patted him gently on his knee, then pointed to another window in the house and motioned them to smoke there and not go downstairs.

"When I finished smoking this cigarette, I withdrew."

Wang Zibo flicked the ash and said.

"So fast."

Chen Hansheng glanced at him.

Wang Zibo nodded: "I have something else to do. Please have dinner with little fish next time."

When he finished, he took a few puffs of smoke, said goodbye to everyone and left. Chen Hansheng watched Wang Zibo running to the bus stop on the second floor, silent.

"Xiao Chen, Zibo is back. Come and chat with us." The little fish called on the table.

"OK, what are you talking about? There's nothing I don't understand, whether it's entertainment or culture."

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Wang Zibo returned to the gate of the University of technology and looked at it. It was about 1:50. He stood at the gate and looked around as if he were waiting for someone.

The temperature outside is much colder than that in restaurants. Autumn wind shone like a sharp sickle from the tip of Wutong tree, and withered leaves fall down. The cleaning aunt is cleaning up very far away.

After waiting for another 15 minutes, Wang Zibo's hands and feet began to be cold, and it was useless to be angry. However, he noticed that there were people selling baked sweet potatoes on the street. He remembered that Chen Hansheng had coaxed the little fish with a sweet potato just now, and he went to buy one.

I feel much better when I put the soft and hot sweet potato in my hand.

At 2:30, a voice came from behind: "Zibo, I'm really sorry. I got up a little late. How long have you been waiting?"

"It's all right. I've just arrived."

Wang Zibo walked over and said.

"I knew you couldn't arrive on time at 2 o'clock on such a cold day."

Huang Hui smiled and took off her scarf.

Wang Zibo took out the sweet potato from his pocket and said, "here you are."

Huang Hui glanced: "how old are you still eating this? It was used to satisfy the hunger of poor people who couldn't afford to eat."

"It tastes sweet, soft and waxy."

Wang Zibo defended.

"Then you eat. Anyway, I don't want it. If I can't, I'll throw it away."

Huang Hui pulled Wang Zibo: "I saw a Starbucks in front of me during my interview yesterday. Let's go there."

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