Long Street

"It's not that I am afraid that you will be alone and come to accompany you for a New Year's Eve dinner."

In the past, Xiang Yu and Jin Fubai talked, saying that their parents are abroad all year round and they often do not come back during the Chinese New Year.

He remembered this past event, maybe just because she has a good memory, it does not mean that she is special in his heart, and there is nothing to be moved.

Xiang Yu judged this way.

In fact, Xiang Yu's character is not easy to agree to Jin Fubai's invitation.

In this position, for her, eating with him is actually a nuisance.

At first, she worried that she could not control her heartbeat;

Secondly, she felt that it was meaningless to get together after breaking the relationship.

So when he asked her to have a New Year's Eve dinner, he turned around decisively towards Yu, strode into the apartment building, and replied without looking back, "Forget it!"

When the heavy doors closed, I vaguely heard Jin Fubai say affectionately behind him, I am waiting for you.

Wait, I can't wait anyway!

When I opened the door, there was no one in the house, and even the sound of taking the slippers out of the shoe cabinet and throwing them on the floor was particularly obvious.

This kind of silence clicks on the chicness of Xiao Xiangyu, she silently shuts the door of the room, takes off the down jacket and walks to the kitchen.

At noon, I only ate a bag of potato chips and two sugar tangerines at the Mahjong Pavilion. I went upstairs just now, and the corridors were filled with dishes prepared by other people's New Year's Eve dinners. She was really hungry now.

Fortunately, there should be frozen dumplings made by Aunt Chen in the refrigerator.

Pulling the upper fresh-keeping layer to the taro to take the beverage, the refrigerator light was not on, and the juice was warm in her hand, and she knew she was going to die.

Sure enough, the kitchen did not know why the power was cut off, the dumplings in the refrigerator turned into lumps, and the dumplings below were all stuck together.

She called the property, followed the instructions of the property staff and checked it around, pushed the kitchen switch again, and cleaned up all the mess in the refrigerator.

After a busy lap, Xiang Yu was even hungry.

Probably because of the special day, the merchants of the takeaway website have closed one after another.

There is a convenience store in the community, which is open every year until the evening of New Year's Eve. Maybe some of the stores are open with luck and can buy something to eat.

After tossing for a long time, she has forgotten Jin Fubai's "waiting for you".

As she ran back carrying canned sardines in tomato sauce, instant noodles and ice cream, she was shocked when she heard a call from behind.

"Xiang Yu."

Jin Fubai leaned back in the back seat of the car with the door open.

He just looked over so deeply, without saying anything else.

The street lights were suddenly lit, and Jin Fubai's figure was hidden in the darkness, looking single and inexplicably gentle.

The convenience store is very close, and Xiang Yu only wore a sweater. She trot over, pulled out a box of ice cream from the plastic bag and handed it over: "Happy New Year Jin Fubai, you go back, don't wait here."

When Jin Fubai took the ice cream, he gently shook her fingertips: "What if you regret it."

After that, he was gentle and familiar, "I wear so little, my hands are cold."

"...The journey is near."

He said: "I also buy ice cream to eat."

It sounds like he cares too much about her, he cares more about her body than she is.

Xiang Yu didn't know what to say, so he opened his mouth and said nothing. He took the plastic bag from the convenience store and left.

Until this time, she was quite calm.

But sometimes the mood breaks down, and it really only takes a moment.

At the last moment, she was humming and boiling hot water, waiting to give herself a bowl of fragrant shrimp and fish pan noodles.

The next moment, she was cut her finger by the lid of the can, watching the drops of blood drip down, suddenly unhappy.

But it can only be said that the timing of Jin Fubai's appearance was too good, and the dinner with her was on New Year's Eve.

The setting sun sank completely into the horizon, leaving only the afterglow of twilight, and thousands of lights in the community were lit up.

Some windows are hung with colored lights, and some people do not draw the curtains, and you can see people walking back and forth in the living room.

Xiang Yu put the can on the table, the metal box hit the glass table top, "ding jing", echoing in the empty home.

Because of the emptiness, she got up and went to the balcony, opened the window and looked down.

Under the street light, Jin Fubai was standing by the car smoking a cigarette.

As if feeling something, he raised his eyes with a cigarette and smiled at her.

I'm afraid no one wants to spend New Year's Eve alone.

So Xiang Yu lay down by the window and asked him: "Jin Fubai, can you still book a restaurant at this time?"

He suddenly smiled: "Of course."

The hotels in the Imperial City, to be exaggerated, said that many popular restaurants were fully booked as early as a month ago for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

But Jin Fubai was able to find an elegant restaurant in a lively place like this, and had dinner with Xiang Yu.

There was a small bridge in front of the restaurant with water flowing, and the eaves of the corridor were tortuous, and there were echoes in the footsteps, and Xiang Yu almost took her back to his old house for him.

It turned out not to be, it was just a private restaurant, which was opened very secretly.

This kind of restaurant is "internally operated", and not everyone can eat it.

But those who can eat this kind of restaurant do not necessarily have good morals.

I met several men in the corridor, and one of the older men took the initiative to come and talk with Jin Fubai.

Behind this man is a younger man with pink hair and lip studs, his eyes lingering on Xiang Yu.

Jin Fubai remained silent and stood in front of Xiang Yu.

He held Xiang Yu's waist and gently walked into the private room, his tone was affectionate and petting: "She is hungry, let's go eat first, Uncle Zhao, we will talk another day."

As soon as he swore sovereignty, the person called Uncle Zhao turned his head and stared at Fenmao, and then quickly nodded: "Okay, okay, go eat."

Jin Fubai walked into the private room with Xiang Yu, helped her to open a chair, and explained his behavior: "Seeing that kind of trance, hide a little bit, whether it is an alcoholic or a drug addict, pay attention to safety."

He was talking about the pink-haired man just now, but he was too gentle and considerate, and Xiang Yu didn't want to continue this kind of words.

She took a seat, turned her head and said, "You won't order the expensive prodigal dishes later. We are AA for this meal, and my year-end prize is only 1,200."

"Well, you have the final say."

It is strange that this kind of life felt lonely and unbearable when alone, but now there is just another Jin Fubai sitting opposite, even if they barely talk about it, this night suddenly becomes less unbearable.

The restaurant is very unique, without the oily smell of the dishes, but permeated with the fragrance of a plant.

Every dish is served with a poem next to the dish:

Dried bamboo shoots are "taste snow bamboo shoots around the furnace, and burn carbon to learn about mountain cherry blossoms"; fish are "green stalks, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle do not need to return"; lotus pond small stir-fry is "floating like a dream, for joy and geometry"... ....

The artistic conception is beautiful, but there are no particularly expensive dishes, unlike Jin Fubai's style.

It seemed that he had listened to her, and really didn't order that kind of "expensive prodigal dish".

There is only one kind of soup dumpling, which uses abalone, scallop, and shrimp as the soup base, with sea cucumber and pork in the filling.

There are only five small dumplings in a bowl, and the asking price is 166, which is quite extravagant.

He scooped up the taro and took a bite, and squinted comfortably.

The opposite Jin Fubai asked: "Would you like some rice cakes?"

The nian gao was delivered by the owner of the store just now, saying that it has a good meaning and that they will be happy with each passing year.

Xiang Yu is a salted fish. In fact, she doesn't care if she will be "younger".

However, the dishes were spread hot on the table, and the lamps in the room were softly lit, and the lights were amiable.

And Jin Fubai's look really looked like a caring boyfriend, holding a small plate of rice cakes and handing it to her.

Xiang Yu suddenly remembered a word of earthy love--

"You look like my boyfriend."

She was taken aback by her own thoughts, choked and coughed constantly.

The caring person opposite handed a hot drink to her hand: "Drink water?"

Xiang Yu frowned and looked over: "Jin Fubai, have you eaten the wrong thing?"

"Ok?"

She looked embarrassed: "We are just a New Year's Eve dinner party, I can't bear you for being so considerate."

"This is not because I beg you, I'm afraid you shouldn't—"

Jin Fubai smiled, "—you can only show courtesy."

Xiang Yu was wary: "What can you ask me for?"

Jin Fubai got up, walked over and sat down on the chair next to her, turned sideways, and put his elbow on the table: "How about keeping up with the year tonight?"

It’s all because their relatives are not around, and it’s okay to be able to AA together to fight for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

This is the theory.

But Xiang Yu was a little skeptical. This person appeared affectionately in her family's community, and now he is with her considerately everywhere.

In this case, staying overnight together, can she really spend tonight safe and sound?

Xiang Yu didn't hide it, staring at Jin Fubai suspiciously.

Jin Fubai suddenly curled his lips in her gaze: "Why do you look at me like this? I'm like a wolf. I haven't done anything you don't want. Think about it?"

I can't think about this.

Otherwise, some exciting scenes will be reminded.

Later, he answered two phone calls, and the latter was probably talking with his grandmother, speaking Cantonese.

Xiang Yu suddenly remembered the night not long ago. He hugged her and said in Cantonese, I love you.

She lost her mind for a long time, and when she returned to her senses, she only heard him say "...We can make it through."

Xiang Yu stared at the past: "What happened?"

With a smile in the eyes of the opposite person, holding a glass of wine in his hand, they pointed back and forth at each other: "I said that in the past few days, we have no relatives around us. It's better to make do with it."

"Oh, Chinese New Year."

Jin Fubai smiled: "Otherwise, what have you thought about?"