Chapter 1 Gift

Bitter is coffee, astringent is tobacco, and sweet is white sugar piled up on the scribbled flowers.The thin and flat wooden sticks stir and melt in the air, sweet and warm.

With her coat on the back of the chair, Jian Muwan put the radiator on her, picked up the coffee, took a few sips, and the back of her head, which was hurt by the wind, was slowed down before she turned on her phone.

Ten minutes ago on the chat page, Lou Siqing said she was already waiting for her.

Where are you?

Jian Muwan moved his gaze, searching around with his willow leaves-like eyes, looking at the hostess at the bar.

The beautiful oriental girl in the opposite direction hugged her kind smile. She pursed the corners of her lips, mentioned a polite angle, and turned away.

I am in the bathroom, and I stammered on the other end of the phone, and I came out soon, wait.

Jian Muwan said yes.

She is looking forward to today's birthday more than the irrelevant waiting.

Living in a foreign country at two points and one line, there is little social interaction.Lou Siqing is her roommate, she is extroverted and spends more time with her than others. Naturally, she becomes her closest friend in recent years.

I went out to have a hot pot meal on my birthday in the past few years.This year, Lou Siqing mysteriously announced the night before that everything had been arranged for her.

She said this is an unprecedented, unique birthday gift you will never guess!

The floor-to-ceiling windows at hand began to hang slanted water marks, and rain was drifting in the air. Jian Muwan didn't bring an umbrella and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

While she was looking at the street to see if there was a shop selling umbrellas, Yu Guang caught a face.He is handsome and gentle, and he happens to be familiar.

The eyes of each other were intersecting, and she pretended to have just recognized him, and there was a perfect surprise on her face.When he walked up, he smiled and waved.

Feng Shixu is a senior in the Department of Oil Painting.

Two years after graduation, he opened a personal studio, and Jian Muwan was his assistant.

He has a heavy stereotype of artists.

The long curly hair that reached the shoulders hangs on the pale back of the neck, and occasionally you can see blue blood vessels, appearing and disappearing from time to time, just like his first impression, illusory and tranquility.

Even if you have been in contact for a long time, you will know that he is a funny gentleman.

He pointed to the door and walked in.The gray coat brushed across Jian Muwan's nervous back of his hand, rolling up the cold air of the middle of winter.

What a coincidence.

Um.

She lowered her head and went to remove innocent coffee.The black hair drooped over the side of her face, soft, like the flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River.

Feng Shixu: One person?

No, she said, with friends.

Remember today is your birthday, happy birthday.He sat opposite her, is there a dinner party?

Yes.

He smiled hurriedly, right?

I don't know what my friend arranged.When she mentioned Lou Siqing, she went to dial the phone again, and there was a busy voice opposite.

But she was not in a hurry, put down her phone with peace of mind, complaining easily, saying that she wanted to prepare a birthday gift for me, and didn't know where she went.

Feng Shixu: Click me here?

Of course not!

The atmosphere is relaxed and fast in the narrow corner.Jian Muwan looked at his phone again, and there was no movement.

Feng Shixu: But I listened.Choose a gift together?

The word together is very attractive to Jian Muwan.

She pursed her lips, touched his wide-minded gaze, lowered her head, and reached out to the phone hesitantly.

I'll ask my friend.

Feng Shixu made a gesture of asking for advice.

She stood up as the table and chairs pushed her, and the door of the cafe was pushed open by a new guest, and the wind chimes hanging on the corners rustled.

At this moment, all kinds of voices were in chaos and crowded in small spaces, Jian Muwan's ears.

Where is there anyone?

It was also a Chinese. Jian Muwan slowed down to the bathroom and turned to see it.

He was very tall and walked into the cafe and the off-white sunlight was blocked by three points.

The grey down jacket, the lapel lining is highly saturated Klein blue.Black trousers, white sneakers.

Jian Muwan remembers that he has worn this set.

He held up the phone and looked around: There is no girl sitting alone...

He turned his head and his eyes moved as he stopped on Jian Muwan's face.

A drop of water drops from the tip of the long-handled umbrella in his hand.Pick.She felt the cold rain outside the house drizzling, and suddenly it drizzled deep in her body.

Their eyes only met in the air for a moment. Jian Muwan thought that he had not seen it, and had raised his footsteps again and walked towards the bathroom.

Jian Muwan?

He shouted.

She had to turn her head.

Hello, he grinned.

A ray of sunlight came from the ears, making the dark eyes look too bright. I am your friend's birthday gift to you, Jiang Ye.