You Sound Sleepy

This is not the first time Lin Mian wants to invite Que Qingyan to dinner.

Nine years ago, Lin Xiaomian studied the book "A Hundred Practical Skills for Chasing Girls" for nearly a week, took out the pocket money he had been saving, and secretly ordered a candlelight dinner in the city center with Lin's father and Lin's mother on his back. .

The restaurant is chosen near Chang'an Avenue. Looking out from the window, you can enjoy the snow scenery of Chang'an Avenue. Lin Mian even booked the fiddler's repertoire, and the violin music was accompanied by candlelight and snow scenes, and the atmosphere was just right.

Bai Jiayi was puzzled by Lin Mian's reference materials: "Why are the 100 practical skills for chasing girls?"

Lin Mian opened the hands-free phone, sorting out the love letters, and said frankly: "Because I didn't find a book to chase the boy."

After speaking, the little girl silently added a sentence in her heart.

Although Que Qingyan is not a boy, he should be a man...

Chasing girls is chasing, and chasing men is chasing. In the past two weeks, Lin Mian has been extremely clinging to Mother Lin, and has not missed every afternoon tea party of the ladies.

Que Tai would occasionally come to have afternoon tea, and Lin Mian could see Que Qingyan who came to pick up people on one or two occasions.

He usually walks when he picks up someone. Last time Lin Mian waited outside the tea shop, and happened to meet the man who had just got off the bus.

Although Que Qingyan was returning home from vacation this time, the foreign affairs were still unfinished, and he was still talking on the phone when he got out of the car.

"Quinn, I'm going crazy here, when can you come back and help me?" Cheng Ze, who is as far away as the United Kingdom, has been boiled for the case for a few days, making coffee while selling badly. "People are lonely here, turn over. The data hand is almost turning over the bleeding bubble."

"..." Que Qingyan closed the car door and said concisely, "Two days later."

"Really come back?" Cheng Ze just said casually, this time really surprised, "How long have you been back here? How many more days will you stay in the country?"

If you didn't think about it, Que Qingyan was nothing more than staying in the house for a while and then going out to see a few friends. He had no family and no room, and there was no gentle homeland in the country worthy of nostalgia.

After hanging up the phone, Que Qingyan noticed the little girl not far away.

It should be the daughter of the Lin family. I met him in the back garden of Lin's house before. At that time, the little girl pulled on the railing of the second-floor terrace and said a few words to him.

When Lin Mian saw him, his heart was too nervous, and his chin was buried in the warm yellow scarf, and he whispered to find a topic: "Are you here to pick someone up again? I wanted to bring you an umbrella last time, but I got it back. When you were gone, did you go back under the snow?"

The little girl had red lips and black eyes, and she asked him softly, "Is it cold?"

Que Qingyan looked down at her, paused for a moment, and replied, "It's not cold."

His voice is so nice. Lin Mian wanted to ask him about eating, but she said, "Then you will come to pick up people next time?"

The little girl looked so expectant, Que Qingyan was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "Yes."

Then ask him about his meal next time.

In the next few days, Lin Mian had a lively girl with nowhere to put her heart, so Wensi wrote a lot of love letters, counting up to dozens, and storing them in a flat box, planning to eat by eating. When I gave Que clear words.

The little girl booked the restaurant and practiced the invitation several times in front of the mirror amused.

But what Lin Mian didn't expect was that the next time Que Tai would come to have afternoon tea again after a new year, at that time Que Qingyan had already finished her vacation and had already flown back to the UK.

She failed to ask this sentence.

Que Qingyan promised to give a gift in return, so naturally he would not break his promise. Lin Mian hesitated for a long while, struggling: "Can I eat French food?"

"..." He paused when he heard the words, "French food?"

Lin Mian looked at him nervously: "Can't you?"

Suddenly I feel aggrieved, it is no longer a candlelight dinner...

Que Qingyan glanced at his watch, and it wasn't time for dinner yet, and it was too late to book a seat in the restaurant.

"It's not impossible," he lowered his eyes and began to dial the phone, his voice was deep and sweet, "A French meal takes three or four hours. If you don't have other arrangements for the evening, we can eat it."

"I'll book a seat." He asked her with deep black eyes, "Are you free?"

How could there be no time.

Lin Mian wished to stay with him a little longer.

She pretended to think for a moment with restraint on her face, and flashed in her mind the reminder of the editor not long ago, and sincerely replied: "I'll be free tonight."

Que Qingyan’s restaurant is not far away. The owner of the restaurant is familiar with Que Qingyan, and he heard that Que Shao wants to bring people to eat. He specifically called and told people to leave a place with the best view in advance.

The French restaurant is elegantly decorated, the lights are dim, the red velvet and gold seats are very soft, and the enamel vase on the table is decorated with pink roses.

The background music is a soothing violin song, and the atmosphere is just right.

The waiter brought the menu, and Que Qingyan took a look, then handed it to Lin Mian, giving her the right to choose.

By the dim light, the finger bones on the dark satin menu were slender and well-proportioned, and the shape of a watch appeared under the sleeve of the shirt.

It was the piece she gave.

She gave him a gift and he put it on face to face out of politeness.

Lin Mian almost couldn't control it when he received the menu, so he kept his eyes open and whispered, "Thank you."

After many years of long-cherished wish, Lin Mian quietly tested the temperature on his face with the back of his fingers through the action of ordering food, and the little springbok in his heart began to jump again.

There was a reason why she decided to give the watch to Que Qingyan instead of giving him her previous love letter.

Que Qingyan is accustomed to the wind and waves. If she suddenly confessed to him directly, he would not only refuse her quietly, but also would ignore her in the future.

Now that she is not his student, it is even more difficult to find a reason to approach him.

Therefore, Mr. Mu Mian's many years of experience in comic love scenes concluded: chasing people must be subtle, bit by bit.

Cultivating feelings has to be gradually improved, and it’s too late...

Let’s start eating together...

Lin Mian's heart was sour and sweet, and he said, anyway, I've been waiting for so long, so it's not bad to wait.

After thinking about it, I ordered wax for my bitter self.

After ordering the meal, Que Qingyan nodded to the waiter: "Thank you for changing all the wine in this table to juice."

fruit juice…

"No need..." Lin Mian said hurriedly, "I can drink."

Que Qingyan still remembers the last time she didn't drink. He looked up at her: "Can you drink?"

"...Yes. You..." Lin Mian's eyes flickered, hesitated, and explained for a while, "I dare to drink when you are in front of me."

She would rather drink than drink juice.

She didn't want... he treated himself as a child.

The meaning of this sentence is unclear, and even has a somewhat intimate meaning.

Que Qingyan will not fail to hear the closeness inside.

Over the years, Que Qingyan has heard a lot of love words to him intentionally or unintentionally, some explicit and some ambiguous, he ignored them and did not respond.

He has passed his youthful and emotional adolescence. He treats feelings more rationally than perceptually, and he keeps away from taboos. For people and things that he knows to be fruitless, he usually takes the initiative to cut off the signs in the bud.

Que Qingyan's gaze fell on Lin Mian's guilty face, and he paused for two seconds without saying anything. He said to the waiter, "Then press the original one."

As soon as the pre-dinner wine was served, Que Min called.

Que Qingyan glanced at the phone, did not answer it immediately, and asked casually, "Is it convenient for me to answer the call?"

Lin Mian was stunned.

He said that he would give her a return, taking into account her feelings from beginning to end.

"..." Lin Mian blushed hard, "Dang, of course it's okay."

On the other side, Que Min finished coaxing her daughter to sleep, and then called again: "You didn't say a word before and you hung up on my phone. The little girl is next to you, right?"

The ridicule in the other party’s words could not be suppressed: "How about, have you ever asked? Will the little girl come with me this weekend? If you are together, I'd better let me know in advance." The second half is a joke. "Let me prepare a couple's room."

Lin Mian was still sipping champagne, Que Qingyan retracted his gaze, and asked indifferently, "Cheng Ze asked you to ask me, shouldn't you want me to take someone there?"

"Cheng Ze doesn't want you to take people there. He still has to deal with his niece, but I didn't sell favors, and bothered to tell his niece what matchmaking." Que Min couldn't help but laughed, "You take If you go, it will just make his niece give up, and save him from bothering me looking for you in the future."

Que Min wanted to say something more, and suddenly heard a faint music: "Are you out now? Have dinner with someone?"

Que Qingyan answered.

"Little..." Que Min originally wanted to talk about a little girl, but then he smiled and asked, "Little girlfriend?"

Que Qingyan allowed her to guess, and without giving Que Min a chance to gossip, she said in a steady tone: "Nothing, I will hang up first."

Que Min understands that Que Qing said that the progress of his relationship with others will not be controlled by others. Cheng Ze wants to link his niece to him. If he doesn't like it, there are a hundred more Que Mins to be a matchmaker. Que Min can't do it, neither can Que's father and Que's mother.

But this time he took the initiative to bring people to the club for vacation, on the one hand to reject Cheng Ze and his niece, on the other hand...

I don't know if there is any other meaning.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mian, who was on the opposite side, put down his wine glass and hesitated to ask, "Are you going to be okay tonight?"

She was overjoyed just now. She only felt that the three or four hours of alone time between the two of them seemed to be dreaming, and she forgot to ask Que if she would have time to eat French food with her in the evening...

"Nothing." The waiter brought the creamy mushroom soup, Que Qingyan glanced at her, and asked her, "Would you like to borrow the wine soup?"

Lin Mian made up his mind today to make him feel that he can drink, and whispered, "I can drink."

What she originally thought was that with so many dishes in French cuisine, drinking a little wine would not make you drunk.

However, Lin Mian still overestimates his drinking capacity.

The champagne before the meal, the red wine from the back end, plus the sweet white wine... Before she had the wine after the meal, she felt hot and dizzy.

Que Qing said that he wanted to drive, and he hadn't had any alcohol since the start of the meal. He looked at Lin Mian, whose face was already red, and called the waiter: "Add a sober soup."

As usual, there is no sober soup on the restaurant's menu, but this one was specially ordered by the boss... the waiter bowed and asked the kitchen to do it.

Fortunately, the alcohol level is not very high, Lin Mian is not very drunk, and his reason is still there, but instinctively feels that his reaction is a little slow.

She put down the wine glass and stared at Que Qingyan for a long while, her eyes were wet and she looked a little confused.

Que Qingyan noticed her gaze: "What's the matter?"

Lin Mian spoke suddenly and whispered to him: "Professor Que."

She stared at him silently for a long time, paused, and took a deep breath as if she had decided something suddenly—

"Could you not order sober soup?" Lin Mian's voice was soft and reluctant, "I'm not drunk." She lowered her head to get the wine glass and said, "I can still recognize who you are..."

Que Qingyan's gaze fell on Lin Mian's hand slowly moving towards the wine glass.

She poured herself a glass of wine in Jing Zhaoyin last time, and the look when she was half drunk was the same as she is now.

Que Qingyan took away the wine glass one step at a time, put it beside her, and said calmly, "Eat the vegetables first."

"..." Lin Mian slowly retracted his hand reluctantly and obediently, and began to move his knife and fork.

In front of Lin Mian was a beef stew with red wine, and her head replayed his phrase "eat the food first", and she looked for the dish in the porcelain plate for a long time with her low eyes.

dish…

green.

After a while, she poked the rosemary that decorated the meal with a silver fork.

Before Que Qingyan could respond, Lin Mian bit the rosemary into his mouth.

"..."

Before he tasted the taste, Lin Mian felt a warm finger and lifted her chin. She raised her eyes and looked up. Que Qingyan was leaning over the dining table and stopped her in a serious manner.

The tender green leaf buds of rosemary are exposed on Lin Mian's lips, lined with red and moist lips, the color is bright and attractive.

Lin Mian chewed, frowned slightly to come to a conclusion, and said softly: "Bitter..."

Of course it is bitter.

Que Qingyan really did not expect that she would eat rosemary for decoration when she was drunk. He clasped her chin, rubbed his thumb across her lower lip, his dark eyes staring at the person, and his voice was low: "Spit it out first."

Lin Mian stared at him blankly, as if he didn't understand.

Que Qing paused, and changed his tone: "Spit it out?"

The voice is gentle and gentle, with a bit of coaxing.

No matter how dull Lin Mian was, the tips of her ears gradually became red, and she obediently pushed out the bitter grass in her mouth with her tongue.

Just as his fingertips were still touching her lower lip, Lin Mian was drunk and didn't forget to take advantage of him. The tip of his tongue tentatively rubbed his finger.

There was a little warmth from her fingertips, and Que Qingyan's expression was obvious, but she still didn't respond, and then she heard her cowardly muttering: "Sweet..."

There was still a soft glutinous touch in his hands, and Lin Mian's voice seemed to act like a baby.

Que Qing said: "..."

At one o'clock in the night, Lin Mian lay on the bed in the bedroom of his apartment, completely awake.

She first recalled giving Que Qingyan a watch in the afternoon, and then recalling some of her drunken advantage at dinner, and then recalling how he sent her back.

Lin Mian was silent for a long while in the dark, slowly opened the quilt, slowly turned on the light, and slowly turned on the phone.

There is no Que Qingyan information in the phone.

After she ate French food and got drunk, he sent her back, except...

Lin Mian sent a message to Bai Jiayi: [Jiajia, I gave Que Qingyan your last couple watch this afternoon. 】

Bai Jiayi was staying up all night and stayed up, paused half of the movie, and quickly returned to the phone, with an unbearable excitement in her voice: "Mianbao, you confessed successfully?"

of course not…

"I thought you kissed and hugged, but it just licked your finger??" Bai Jiayi was disappointed after hearing this, in disbelief, "You confessed so much, and you were drunk to Que Qingyan. Why didn't he say anything? Can he not be a man?"

"I didn't plan to confess," Lin Mian said softly, blankly, "I also plan to chase people in a curve, and put a long line to catch big fish..."

Bai Jiayi was also at a loss: "You gave him the watch, why didn't you tell me you didn't confess?"

Lin Mian explained: "I took the couple's watch apart and gave it to me." When she talked about the guilty conscience, she couldn't whisper, "I didn't tell him this is a couple watch."

"Did you give the watch box together?"

"Ok."

Bai Jiayi was silent for a moment and said: "Mianbao, wait for me."

After hanging up, Lin Mian received a text message from Bai Jiayi.

Two photos of the newsletter.

One picture is the watch box of the couple watch, with a line of small German characters in the corner circled in bold red pen.

The other picture is the official advertising picture of the couple watch. Sino-German translation of the name of this confession series is exactly the same as the words on the box—

Ichwilldich.

"I want you."

Lin Mian: "..."

Lin Mian is struggling to death: [He may not understand German...]

Five minutes later, Bai Jiayi calmly explained the puzzle: [I searched it, and Que Qingyan published a paper on "DieZeit" for a year. 】

Bai Jiayi: [German Magazine. 】

Bai Jiayi: [The author and translator are both him. 】

…

Lin Mian tucked the phone back under the carpet, slowly climbed onto the bed, and slowly wrapped the quilt tightly.

The five words that have been holding back finally can't hold back:

Ah ah ah ah ah…