Your Distance

It was already 9 o'clock in the evening when Song Ye was gone. Ting Shuang opened Distance and glanced at the current distance of the cycle: 4.8 kilometers.

He smiled at the number for a while and sent the message: It's early to go home.

After ten minutes, cycle: Just arrived.

Ting Shuang thought about it and stated: I'm not a post. I am worried about you.

cycle: What to worry about.

Ting Shuang started to talk nonsense: You see the German refugee problem is also very serious ...

cycle: so?

Ting Shuanghui: I'm afraid that someone will rob you.

cycle: worry about yourself first.

Worry about yourself first.

This is a voice message at all, and Ting Shuang fully imagined the tone in which Bai Changyi said this sentence.

It tickles the heart.

Ting Shuang snorted for a while, didn't press and hold back, or said: "Let's ... speak?"

Bo Changyi dialed the voice phone directly, Ting Shuang cleared his throat, and immediately took it, but suddenly he didn't know what to say, so he had to ask very frankly, "Can you hear it ..."

Park Changyi said, "Well."

"Hmm ..." Ting Shuang searched the topic. "What are you doing?"

Park Changyi said, "Watch the news."

Ting Shuang said, "What news?"

Bo Changyi said, "Spiegel.①" Ting Shuang said, "What does it say?"

Park Changyi said: "Sports News. Premier League, Chelsea Pin Burnley."

"You watch the ball? Do you remember the match where Germany was eliminated by South Korea last year? At that time, I and ..." Ting Shuang paused, "... um, the ex-boyfriend had watched the ball in the bar, and it turned out to be like that The Germans next to me were so angry that we were afraid to fight the Germans when we went home. We almost didn't write on our face: I am not Korean. "

Ting Shuang meant to be kidding, but did not expect Liang Zhengxuan to be included in any story. He found that when talking about the past, it was easy to mention his ex-boyfriend if he was not careful, and it would be better to say less in the future.

Park Chang smiled a little, feeling that he didn't care.

Ting Shuang hurriedly shifted the topic: "So ... how are you eating for dinner?"

"It's okay. I ate with my former mentor."

"Ah mentor ..." Ting Shuang suddenly remembered the huge kiss mark he left on Bai Changyi's neck.

If I knew it was the mentor, I wouldn't mess around ...

Park Chang-yi said, "Well, he moved to Spain after he retired. He rarely returns."

Ting Shuang was a little hesitant: "All retired, then he should be quite old ... he didn't say anything ..."

Park Changyi said, "What to say."

Court Frost said indifferently, "Just ... the neck."

"I didn't say anything."

Ting Shuang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good ..."

Before that sigh of relief, I heard the second half of Bo Changyi: "He asked me if I know that a turtleneck sweater is popular these days."

After that, Professor Bai Dai wore a turtleneck sweater for a week.

It is said to be popular. Ok.

Friday.

Ting Shuang cleaned up before going out in the morning: taking a shower, shaving her beard clean, styling her hair, and wearing a pair of low-waisted, tightly wrapped black underwear in jeans. He was waiting to finish his morning class and go out with Bo Changyi in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, at noon, Bo Changyi told him that there was no time.

Professor Bai's biggest disadvantage is that he has no time.

In addition to being seen in class, Ting Shuang can only chat with Bai Changyi on Distance at night, and say good night or something.

Tingshuang asked: When will I have time ...

cycle: tomorrow.

tomorrow?

Ting Shuanghui: When is tomorrow?

cycle: morning.

Ting Shuanghui: Tomorrow is Saturday.

cycle: I know.

you know?

Ting Shuang was a little upset.

What did you say before? Remember, he clearly said that he was going to work in a cafe on Saturday, but now he forgets it.

Also professor, memory is not as good as a fish.

Ting Shuang shoved her phone into her pocket and rode her bike home.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ting Shuang (deceptively deceived) made a careless gesture and glanced at the phone casually.

No new news.

He stared at Cycle's head, and his abdomen was deflated: I took the initiative to tell you so many good nights, and you couldn't take the initiative to tell me once? Even once?

After his belly was destroyed, he felt too arrogant. What's so good about formalism like good night? sleep.

Just as he was about to put the phone into Do Not Disturb mode, a new message appeared on the screen.

[Distance] cycle: Good night.

Ting Shuang jumped up from the bed holding her phone.

What formalism?

This **** is called ritual sense.

Do you understand the ceremony?

Ting Shuang was rippling for a long time, and returned very stubbornly: Good night.

After sending the hair, he warned himself: Ting Shuang, control your hands, that's it, that's enough. Don't send any cats and dogs' expression packs to maintain your man's dignity.

Before falling asleep, he thought ... Bai Changyi, who is going to work on Saturday, forgot, just forget it. The professors are quite busy. For such a trivial matter, he can't commit it. He can say it again next time.

Ting Shuang was in a good mood when she got up the next day.

Out of the bedroom, the sun just came in from the window, with the swaying shadows of garden plants, sprinkled on the wooden floor of the living room. He opened the window, took a deep breath, and used his mobile phone to play Guo Ding's "Amedi", humming and dancing to the rhythm.

Jumping and washing in the mirror.

Jump and pour coffee.

Pack up while jumping and go out to the cafe.

The café where he works is located near the city center, called Freesia②, and opposite is a toy museum.

Ting Shuang locked the bicycle, went in to say hello to his colleague Stephie, and then went to the staff rest room to change his work clothes: black trousers, white shirt, light brown apron.

At nine o'clock, the cafe opens.

Stephie is responsible for making coffee and snacks, and Ting Shuang is responsible for ordering and making coffee.

A glass jar was set up in front of the order table, and there were some coins in the jar. Customers could put the change they found and tip it. The court cream and Stephie were evenly divided.

Ting Shuang helped a customer order an order and turned to make an ice cream coffee.

Stephie made the previous guest's matcha latte and said to Tingshuang with a low voice, "Oh, ice cream coffee at 4.99 Euros."

Ting Shuang smiled, knowing that she was complaining that the customer would not even throw a penny back into the tip can.

Stephie handed the finished matcha latte to the previous customer, and turned to Ting Shuang excitedly as she turned around, "My God, there was a cutie just now."

"Cutie?" Tingshuang handed the ice cream coffee to the customer and looked towards the door—casual trousers, a gray turtleneck thin sweater, rimless glasses, and thin glasses chains.

With four eyes facing each other, Bo Changyi slightly tickled his lips.

There was a hint of surprise in Ting Shuang's eyes, and he couldn't control the corners of his mouth.

It turned out that Bo Changyi did not forget that he wanted to work.

Stephie looked at Bo Changyi and Ting Shuang, and felt a spark in the eyes of the two. She patted Ting Shuang and said, "Hey, young man, don't forget that you are working."

Tingshuang looked away and said, "Cough, shouldn't we smile at customers?"

Stephie 揶揄: "Oh, of course, if not including winking."

Ting Shuang tried to make his expression look more serious.

When Bo Chang came to the order table, Ting Shuang deliberately said, "Good morning. What do you need?"

Bai Chang glanced at the menu and said, "espresso." Ting Shuang pressed a few times on the stand-alone machine and asked, "What else would you like to eat?"

Park Changyi said, "No, thank you."

Ting Shuang said, "So, a total of 2.99 Euro, thank you."

Park Chang paid, and then put the change back into the tip can.

Ting Shuang made coffee and handed it to Bo Changyi and said, "You seem to be here for the first time ... May I ask how did you find Freesia?"

Bai Changyi looked at Ting Shuang, and his tone was meaningful: "My date did not tell me the address of my appointment. I had to check it out. Fortunately, this is the only cafe located 4.0 kilometers away from my house. I am waiting here today. "

Ting Shuang tried his best to restrain the corners of her mouth that were going to go up again, and nodded falsely, saying, "That's it. I wish you a good day."

Park Chang said, "You too."

Then he took the coffee, found a seat only two meters away from the order, and sat down facing the order, drinking a coffee while reading a newspaper.

When there were no guests, Ting Shuang stared at Bai Changyi, who was reading the newspaper, and couldn't help but whisper to Stephie, "Can I send him something? I'll pay."

Stephie also stared at Bo Changyi and said, "Ting, I support you. He has always been a person, probably a pigeon put on by a date. It's pitiful, you can take the opportunity to get his mobile number. You want to send him What? Black Forest cake? Tiramisu? Or strawberry cheesecake? "

Ting Shuang said, "I want to send him ..."

All.

Stephie said, "What?"

Ting Shuang said, "Oh, I mean, I don't know what he likes to eat. He may not like sweets ... Ah, his coffee seems to be over."

With that said, Ting Shuang made another cup of espresso and brought it to Bai Changyi.

Park Changyi raised his eyes.

Ting Shuang bent down and dropped the coffee, saying, "I feel like you've been waiting for him for a long time ... this is for you."

Bo Changyi's gaze fell on Ting Shuang's waist line, which was outlined by the apron belt. After a while, his gaze turned to the cup of espresso, and he whispered, "I hope this is a cup of hypocaffeine."

Ting Shuang said, "Why?"

Bai Changyi looked up at Xiang Tingshuang: "Because I don't want to be more excited."