overdue lover

Chapter 32 New Friend Eric

The next day, when the wind and snow subsided, Ji Qinglin and the others got up early and rushed to the shooting location, taking advantage of the good weather to shoot the film.

In the afternoon, he nestled on the bay window to select pictures, and wrote and drew on the tablet from time to time.

At about three o'clock, there were several hasty knocks on his door.

Ji Qinglin put down the mug in his hand and raised his voice, "Please come in."

Xiao Wang's furry head came in from the outside, his eyes rolled around, seeing Ji Qinglin holding the computer, he asked, "Brother Ji is busy?"

"No, it's almost done." Ji Qinglin buttoned up the computer, got up and put it on the table, then turned to look at Xiao Wang, "What do you want?"

Xiao Wang scratched his head, "Someone was looking for you, he was a French speaker, I just learned a little bit, so I brought him in."

Xiao Wang turned sideways, and outside the door stood a boy with blond curly hair, blue eyes, and a dark plaid shirt.

He and Ji Qinglin looked at each other, smiled shyly, raised his hand to say hello in French, and then chattered a lot.

Ji Qinglin's language talent is not high. He spent so much time studying the second foreign language in college and didn't pass any exams. He only became more proficient in English. Except for the first sentence, he didn't understand anything this little brother said.

Just as the two were looking at each other, Little Ace Translator finally came online.

He cleared his throat, "Heh...he said his name was Eirríkr, Erik, something like that, and then the youngest son of some family, wondering if you have time to go to a...game with him?"

Ji Qinglin tried to communicate with the boy in English, "Game?"

The boy's eyes lit up, "It turns out that Mr. Ji can speak English!"

"I and my friends are playing the running game," the boy tilted his head and gestured, "I don't know... is Mr. Ji interested?"

Running group is a commonly used social game among college students. Ji Qinglin has an otaku roommate who once gave him Amway crazily. After so many years, he only understands it a little.

Ji Qinglin thought about it, decided to refuse, and heard the boy say: "My purpose is to make friends with Mr. Ji. If it is convenient, can Mr. Ji give me a contact information?"

The two closed each other's social accounts, and the boy saw that his goal had been achieved, so he didn't send Ji Qinglin any more game invitations.

After sending the boy away, Ji Qinglin sat back in front of the bay window and put the phone upside down.

After he finished his work, he picked up his phone and found that he had received several messages.

Eric wants to invite him to dinner and is waiting for him outside now.

The news was sent four or ten minutes ago. Ji Qinglin glanced sideways at the completely dark night outside the window, thinking that Eric should not be waiting for him, so he decided to go out to find something to eat.

Walking out the door, Ji Qinglin saw Eric sitting on the sofa.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Eric got up quickly and noticed the bread in Ji Qinglin's hand, Eric's eyes were a little disappointed.

"Sorry, I thought you were gone." Ji Qinglin squeezed the bread, feeling a little embarrassed.

Eric opened his mouth to say something, but his stomach let out a "wailing" first.

Ji Qinglin felt extremely ashamed for making others wait so long hungry. He paused and asked tentatively, "How about... shall I treat you to dinner?"

Eric blinked, as if he had been hit by a big surprise, and nodded sharply.

There are many restaurants in the resort, but Ji Qinglin is not familiar with them, so he asked Eric to recommend them.

Eric paused and said to Ji Qinglin, "I like Chinese food."

The implication was that Ji Qinglin recommended him, so Ji Qinglin had no choice but to take him to the Chinese restaurant closest to his residence.

Ji Qinglin looked at the menu, looked up to ask Eric if he had any taboos, and saw that he was looking at himself carefully with his chin propped.

Ji Qinglin was startled, quickly looked away, and asked jokingly, "Is there something on my face?"

Eric shook his head and said affectionately, "You are the most beautiful oriental person I have ever seen."

These words are full of moisture, it is hard for Ji Qinglin not to suspect that he is flattering himself.

He pretended to be calm and thanked him, and then asked Eric if he could eat spicy food.

Eric frowned, "I don't really like it."

That was too much to eat, Ji Qinglin reluctantly moved his pen away from the spicy chicken, and ordered some lotus root soup.

The waiter poured wine for the two of them and left. Eric still stared at Ji Qinglin intently, as if looking at a delicate and flawless handicraft.

Ji Qinglin's heart was frightened by this gaze, and he searched his brains to find a topic: "Um... what does Mr. Eric do?"

Eric smiled back and asked, "What does Mr. Ji think I do?"

Ji Qinglin thought of Eric's profile picture on social software as handcuffs and roses, so he guessed: "Police?"

The smile on Eric's face got bigger, "Mr. Ji guessed right, I'm studying in a military academy."

Then he asked Ji Qinglin what he thinks of a game that has recently exploded online.

Ji Qinglin had only heard the name and knew nothing about the game, so he chose to tell the truth.

Eric didn't mean to look down on him at all. Instead, he sat next to him, showed him the game process, and told him many interesting things.

Although the interests and hobbies of the two have no intersection at all, Eric's positive and patient attitude greatly encouraged Ji Qinglin, who had never played games, and he even developed a little interest in games under Eric's Amway.

Maybe it's because I haven't met new friends for a long time, Ji Qinglin also took the initiative to chat with Eric a lot, and when the atmosphere between the two was just right, Ji Qinglin heard a familiar voice.

"Yin Mo, how is it here?"

The voice came from obliquely in front, and Ji Qinglin involuntarily raised his eyes to look there.

Gu Yinmo and Pei Yang had already sat down and were talking face to face.

The distance between the two tables was not far, and he could hear the content of their conversation clearly by listening carefully. Ji Qinglin forced himself to lower his head and focus on Eric, but his heart was already in a mess.

With a guilty conscience, he looked like a scumbag who was caught cheating on him.

Eric didn't seem to pay attention to Ji Qinglin's distracted thoughts, and continued to talk, and finally saw that the atmosphere was almost the same, and asked: "...my room has a screen projection. After dinner, can I invite you to my room to play?"

Ji Qinglin didn't listen carefully to his words, and nodded perfunctorily.

When I went out for dinner, I met his ex-boyfriend and his current boyfriend. Ji Qinglin was in no mood to continue eating, but Eric clicked on his social software and said he wanted to take a picture with Ji Qinglin in the restaurant.

Ji Qinglin didn't refuse, but he was too lazy to look for an angle and asked Eric to take a random photo.

Eric flipped through his photo album and said with some emotion: "Oriental people pay attention to the word 'fate' when they fall in love, which is quite enviable."

It is not easy for a Westerner to understand these truths, Ji Qinglin asked him why he suddenly felt these feelings.

Eric showed Ji Qinglin the photos in his cell phone album, which were taken a few years ago, and the cell phone models in the photos have been outdated for several generations.

"My best friend liked a boy for ten years. They first met in Budapest. They haven't seen each other for many years. Now they have lovers and finally got married. Guess how they met again...the two are in I just got to know each other when I took the wrong suitcase on the plane.”

"My friend said that when he saw the person he liked appearing in front of him in a coffee shop by the Danube, he really thought that his wish to God had come true."

"He's crazy about his boyfriend."

The story of taking the wrong suitcase is a bit familiar, and Ji Qinglin's heart palpitations in such a sensitive place like Budapest.

Ji Qinglin squeezed his fingers under the dining table, trying to maintain a normal expression, "Is your friend called Pei Yang?"

Eric observed Ji Qinglin's expression, "You know him?" He whispered thoughtlessly, "That's right."

Ji Qinglin wasn't even in the mood to perfunctory Eric, he just wanted to go back to his room, hide under the quilt, and have a good sleep.

If you can, forget what Eric said by the way.

Just when Budapest is still its own memory.

When Gu Yinmo never lied to himself.

【Speak】

Alas, it's very cruel, Xiao Ji has a big misunderstanding

Good night in advance! ! !