tall rose

Chapter 27 XXVII

After the third year of high school, physical activities decreased a lot. Two physical education classes a week, plus running exercises between classes from Monday to Friday, were all the activities.

In addition, they rarely come to the playground to hang out, which is quite rare today.

In order not to block others from running, Yang Sheng held Xia Zang's wrist and went to the outermost circle; on the middle football field, two teams in blue and white uniforms scrambled for a black and white faded football, and occasionally kicked a withered yellow football. blades of grass, someone shouted: "Pass the ball, this way!"

Red plastic was newly laid last semester, but I don't know which construction team it was contracted to. The plastic was laid thickly and thinly, and it was deep and shallow when stepped on.

But fortunately, I'm used to running, and I won't fall even if I don't look at the road.

It was just after five o'clock, the setting sun rested on the top of the west mountain, and the bright orange afterglow generously sprinkled over most of the playground.

Coupled with the blue sky, the slow wind, and the lazy people, there is an indescribable sense of comfort.

After a while, Yang Sheng pointed to the clouds floating in the distance and said, "It's like a fan."

Yes, unfolding slowly in the light blue sky, suitable for inscribing Li Du's poems and Su Xin's words; and then converging in the palm of your hand, it is like accepting thousands of years of autumn, putting it on the desk and pen holder, and forming a beautiful poem story.

But of course they couldn't take off the cloud-colored fan. Xia Zang suggested, "How about we play Feihua Token? The one with the simplest rules."

Yang Sheng nodded: "Then...just say the word 'Autumn'."

It is in line with this situation.

Xia Zang opened his head and read: "The sky is blue, the fields are yellow leaves, the autumn colors are rolling with waves, and the waves are covered with cold smoke and green."

Yang Sheng was a little caught off guard, and took a while to answer: "After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn."

"If you hesitate for more than 30 seconds, you will lose." Xia Zang quickly added when he found an opening to win.

"Hiss, it's ruthless enough, but I'm sure I won't lose." Yang Sheng smiled, determined to win.

Regroup and make another move.

Xia Zang said: "The autumn light of the silver candle is cold, and the screen is painted lightly, and the small fan flutters the fireflies."

Yang Sheng then answered: "August and autumn winds are howling, sweeping up the triple thatch on my house."

Soon Xia Zang remembered: "Your return is not yet due, and the night rain in Bashan floods the autumn pond."

Yang Sheng blurted out: "The autumn wind is bleak, but the flood is surging."

Even if your voice falls and I speak again, it's impossible to tell the winner.

"Nanpu is sad and farewell, the west wind is curling up in autumn."

"The scenery is different when autumn comes on the frontier, and the geese go to Hengyang without paying attention."

"Momo Qinghan goes to the small building, Xiaoyin is a rascal like Qiongqiu."

"The long wind sends the autumn geese for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy the tall buildings."

Xia Zang found that every sentence he picked was melancholy and euphemistic, corresponding to the word "sorrow" in autumn; but Yang Sheng's picking was either grand or free and easy, even if he wrote about sadness, he was not trapped in the love of his children.

So he couldn't help teasing, saying: "You are considered a heroic school, and what I'm talking about is all miserable."

The little fox rolled his black eyes and said with a smile: "Brother, 30 seconds have passed, and you didn't come up."

Hey, blatantly playing around.

Xia Zang resisted slightly raising his hand that wanted to hit someone, and followed Yang Sheng's words: "Then do you have any words?"

Yang Sheng tightened his grip on his wrist, and after clearing his throat, he recited loudly: "Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. When the sky is clear and the cranes line up on the clouds, the poetry will be drawn to the blue sky. "

All right, this is indeed a good poem, Xia Zang was happy to admit defeat.

In the end, it can be considered that he was walked all the way with someone holding his wrist, and he didn't do other things to divert his attention at the moment. Naturally, both of them noticed that something was wrong.

But there was no next move.

Xia Zang was waiting for Yang Sheng to let go, but Yang Sheng just pretended nothing happened.

Well, the weather is so nice...

"Yang Sheng." Xia Zang couldn't help calling out, but met his brother's extremely innocent expression.

"What's the matter, brother?" Yang Shengming asked knowingly.

For some reason, Xia Zang felt inexplicably guilty when he was hit by this question, gritted his teeth, turned his face away, and said, "It's nothing."

The heart beat against the chest irregularly, and it hurt a little, as if something was about to come out.

On the other hand, Yang Sheng took a breath carefully, but he couldn't suppress the upturned corners of his mouth.

Xia Zang doesn't reject being like him, that's great.

But you still can't be too shameless, just click as far as you can. While Xia Zang's mind was wandering, Yang Sheng quietly withdrew his hand, but couldn't help but lightly clenched into a fist.

"What do you want for dinner?" Xia Zang asked suddenly.

"Are you hungry?" Yang Sheng didn't react.

"No." Xia Zang shook his head, "It's just that I can't find anything to talk about. Let me mention this."

Yang Sheng: "...Brother, you don't have to be so straightforward."

"If you are not honest, it will be very embarrassing." Xia Zang said, Yang Sheng reached out and covered his mouth.

"I'm already embarrassed, brother." Yang Sheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Hmm." Xia Zang snorted twice, the soft touch of his lips pressed against his palm, which made Yang Sheng let go of his hand immediately.

But Xia Zang licked the corner of his mouth as if not letting him go, "Salty."

Well, now it's even more embarrassing.

"Brother, you can kill me." Yang Sheng took a few steps, leaving Xia Zang behind, if the shame and anger had any substance, he would be smoking from the top of his head right now.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xia Zang caught up and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, "Seriously, what do you want to eat tonight?"

The scene of licking the corners of the mouth kept flashing in front of his eyes, and Yang Sheng almost blurted out: "You...I will eat whatever you eat."

"But I just haven't figured out what to eat tonight." Xia Zang sighed.

One of the three major problems in life is what to eat for breakfast, what to eat for lunch and what to eat for dinner.

I have to think hard every day.

So the two brothers discussed this issue again, and then rejected all the restaurants outside the school.

"We'll starve to death." Yang Sheng scratched his hair.

"Why don't you go to a place farther away to eat?" Xia Zang suggested, "Anyway, if you want to invite Boss Lu to dinner, you have to find a better place."

But Yang Sheng's phone and watch vibrated untimely, he opened it and checked, there was new news.

Boss Lu said that after the meeting, he would send out a copy of the key points of Lao Lu's speech in the evening.

"Eat what you should eat, and review what you should review."

Yang Sheng called decisively: "Boss, where are you?"

"Little Yang, didn't you say it was your uncle's?" Old Lu's voice came from a hearty voice.

Ah, it's over, it's over.

"Since Uncle Xiao is with you, I can rest assured." Yang Sheng immediately changed his address, and said respectfully, "You guys talk, I won't bother you, I won't bother you anymore."

Hanging up the phone quickly, Yang Sheng turned his head to look at Xia Zang: "Brother, let's go somewhere far away for dinner."

"Yeah." Xia Zang nodded, "I happened to think of a family."

"By the way, who answered the phone just now?"

"Our head teacher."

"Ok?"

"He knows the boss and seems to be quite familiar, but I don't know what's going on. Boss Lu never mentioned it to me at all."

"That's quite a fate."

"Yes, yes, although it has nothing to do with us."

Xia Zang brought Yang Sheng here, and it was a western-style simple restaurant.

"Island", Yang Sheng glanced at the dark gray signboard in the night, and said softly.

Xia Zang pushed open the heavy glass door in front of him, and the dim yellow light inside the door enveloped half of Xia Zang's face.

"It's also called Island." Xia Zang followed up softly, his voice was hoarse, and when he spoke English, it was like the wind blowing through the trees, scratching his heart and softening his heart, "You're here, why are you so dazed?"

Yang Sheng responded with a sneer: "Oh, good."

Then he followed Xia Zang into the dim halo, and saw the fish-like shadow of the bookshelf next to him flowing behind his white shirt, and the piano music was played softly, which made Yang Sheng's mind sway like a fish like a shadow.

Jane's Restaurant is located at the edge corner of the Municipal Square, on the second floor of a low building.

Going up the iron stairs, you can easily leave behind the noise downstairs, and the glass door is tightly closed and the piano music is flowing in the room, which is as quiet and peaceful as it is isolated from the world.

Xia Zang chose a seat by the window and sat opposite each other. Through the window, he could see the slowly opening mountain peaks opposite, the crystal rainbow bridge spanning between the two peaks, and the Yangtze River water dotted with sporadic fishing fires.

For the convenience of movement, the two of them took a taxi down the mountain after putting their schoolbags back to their residences.

Without burdensome hindrance, Yang Sheng naturally leaned on the pillow, and when Xia Zang looked down at the menu, he saw his broken hair hanging down to his shoulders.

"What do you want to eat?" Xia Zang flipped through the menu, and then pushed it to Yang Sheng.

Yang Sheng came back to his senses, but he didn't look at the menu, "I'll eat whatever you order. It's my first time here, and I don't know what's delicious."

"Then I'll order it." Xia Zang smiled, "If you don't like it, then you have to eat it."

"I promise not to waste food." Yang Sheng put his right index finger on his forehead and saluted obediently.

Soon Xia Zang called the waiter with ease, and ordered a baked rice and a medium-rare steak.

"Do you come to this store often?" Yang Sheng pushed the poured lemonade to Xia Zang, asking for nothing.

"Come back when you have nothing to do. There are a lot of books in this store." Xia Zang nodded and took the water glass, took a sip, "But I usually come in the afternoon and stay here for three or four hours."

"Reading?" Yang Sheng licked his canine teeth.

"I'll watch it for a while. I'm mainly here for dessert. The mille-feuille cake here is pretty good. If you can still eat after dinner, I'll order one for you." Xia Zang said slowly, his voice like the piano music around him gentle.

Yang Sheng doesn't like sweets very much, but he couldn't help but nodded, "If you can still eat it, you can try it."

Xia Zang was still smiling, turned his face away with a smile, looked at the continuous mountains and gurgling water outside the window, and said, "Yaoba, you look like a child."

"What do you mean, brother?" Yang Sheng was a little confused.

"It means you are cute." Xia Zang said.

It was the steak that was served first, and the black pepper sauce was poured over like carvings, and the steak was steaming on the black iron plate.

Yang Sheng was not very good at using a knife and fork, so he could only look at Xia Zang eagerly.

"I'll cut it, you just eat it." Xia Zang immediately understood what he meant, holding a knife in his right hand and a fork in his left, and deftly cut the thick and flat steak into small square pieces, his movements are so skillful. Yang Sheng didn't dare to move the fork even more.

It's embarrassing to eat free food.

"Do you want to eat or not?" Such hesitation caused Xia Zang to stop his hands, pretending to be angry.

Yang Sheng quickly grabbed the fork, "Eat, eat."

Then I adjusted a piece of the corner, and put it down with a fork, and the gravy was still sizzling.

The softness and tenacity of the entrance are also just right, with the aroma of black pepper, it is very satisfying.

Seeing his bright eyes, Xia Zang couldn't help being motivated, and continued to work on the rest of the steak.

"In other words, if you want to learn it, it will be more convenient to eat steak with others in the future." While cutting, he couldn't help throwing a bait to tease the child, Xia Zang suppressed his anger, and said calmly.

"Then I won't go to eat steak with others." Yang Sheng picked up the grilled broccoli that was used for decoration on the side of the plate, and took small bites like a hamster.

"It's just taking advantage of me." Xia Zang said, but he directly picked the most solid piece of meat in the middle and put it on the plate in front of Yang Sheng.

"That's why you took advantage of me." After Yang Sheng finished biting the broccoli, he hesitated to pick up the beef and swallowed it in one gulp.

Ow.

Seeing Xia Zang was hungry, as if there were thousands of butterfly wings flapping in his stomach, whirling and whirling up a hurricane.

Picking a corner to pad his stomach, Xia Zang found that the situation was not much better.

Fortunately, when the baked rice was served, Yang Sheng actively fiddled with the wooden spoon to scoop out the rice, and the bowl for Xia Zang was filled with porcelain, and there were more shrimps than rice visible to the naked eye.

"Brother, you have worked hard cutting the steak." Then he did not forget to add a flattering sentence, for fear that Xia Zang would not cut it.

Tsk, there is nothing to do with him.

Quickly cut up a whole piece, the little hamster finally couldn't hold back its eager paws, picked the middle piece and put it on Xia Zang's plate, and then picked another piece for himself.

"What is it, is this?" Xia Zang fed the chunks of beef into his mouth.

"Bribe." Yang looked at him bluntly, "Is it delicious?"

"It's okay." Xia Zang said.

The author has something to say:

So eating is really a philosophical question of life...

Eat well every day~