If love can be booked

T City Lake Park

T City Lake Park is like a pearl inlaid in the city. The scenery of lakes and mountains is breathtaking.

The lake is sparkling, reflecting the blue sky and the elegant white clouds. The breeze blows, the lotus leaves sway gently, and the lotus flowers dance shyly like girls. Walking along the lakeside, feeling the fresh air, it feels like being in a paradise.

The shore is shaded by green trees, and the drooping willow branches are like green hair, gently caressing the water surface. The small hills in the distance are looming, adding a touch of mystery to the park.

The park is equipped with various leisure facilities, such as wooden planks, pavilions and benches, for people to relax. Children run and play on the grass, laughing one after another; couples walk hand in hand by the lake, enjoying a romantic time; the elderly sit on the benches, watching the ups and downs of the lake, reminiscing about the past.

They walked side by side on the street, without holding hands or talking to each other, but this quiet atmosphere made people feel very comfortable and natural, without any awkwardness. It was as if there was a tacit understanding between the two of them, just like a couple in love.

"This is my favorite street." The reason why I have a special liking for this street is simply because when walking here, it feels like being in a movie scene, full of a dreamy sense of happiness, as if being in a fairy tale world.

"Walking here, my heart will be much calmer. Imagine, under the sun, with the breeze blowing my hair, I am getting closer to happiness step by step." Happiness? It's too far away. I don't think I can get closer to you.

I don't think I would cry, it's just that the wind blew into my eyes accidentally.

If I accidentally drop a tear, it's because I don't want to forget who you are. Gently wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes, I force myself not to let the tears flow out, why cry? I will definitely live a happy life.

He once told me to be happy and hoped that I would become a happy and carefree girl, and I will definitely live up to his expectations.

"Isn't that stupid?" Maybe it's really stupid? I turned around and looked at him, but found that he was no longer there, and there was no trace of him around. He also felt that he was in a mess, right?

Smile and say it’s okay, I can do it, I’m fine, very good.

Looking up, I saw him walking towards me with firm steps in the crowd, two ice creams and her favorite cappuccino tightly held in his hands. It turned out that he did not leave alone.

"Thank you." I took the ice cream with a feeling of emotion. He is really good, really good. So good that I yearn for him and want to throw myself into his arms. However, I know I am not worthy of him, his world is too beautiful.

"How do you know I like this flavor?" Cappuccino, when did I start to like this flavor? Perhaps it was from the moment I tasted it for the first time.

He replied half-jokingly, "Because, this is the only flavor available in the store." Although his answer was a bit joking, I knew that he already knew my preferences very well.

"Who would believe that?" How could he come up with such a reason?

"Can we go to McDonald's later? I haven't had that taro pie for a long time. I really want to eat it." Pulling his arm pitifully, McDonald's? It's been a long time since I've been there. I miss the taste of that pie. I haven't eaten it for a long time.

Who eats a lot when they are sad?

Who is the one who keeps saying he wants to lose weight but allows himself to eat a lot every day?

Some people call it a foodie.

He looked at my pitiful appearance, smiled and shook his head, and said, "No need to talk so pitifully."

I retorted, "How can I be pitiful?" I just don't want to be alone. I'm afraid of feeling lonely and embarrassed when there are many people around.

"If I say there is, there is." He refused to admit it, his eyes were red, who was he trying to fool?

"No." I don't want your sympathy.

"We're here, we're here." She pulled him and walked quickly towards McDonald's, forgetting his identity and forgetting that they might not be suitable for such intimate actions.

It was around four o'clock in the afternoon, which was not lunch time, so there were not many people.

"What do you want to eat?" I excitedly ordered the food I wanted, fruit pie, coffee, French fries, and a hamburger.

"What... do I have?" He had never been to a place like this before, but she seemed to be quite familiar with the place and could even order food skillfully without even looking at the menu.

"You've never been here?" Her words seemed to reveal a little surprise that he had never been here.

"Thanks to you." Is it strange that he has never been to such a place? Judging from her expression, it seems like a big loss. McDonald's is just a fast food restaurant, isn't it good to have his restaurant?

"Um, you..." I wanted to ask him what he likes to eat, but before I could finish my words, I turned around and found that he was no longer in the same place. After looking around, I finally saw him talking on the phone in a corner of the restaurant.

There weren't many people in the restaurant, so I quickly found a suitable seat by the window and sat down.

"Shen Wanning, do you think you are feeding pigs? Why order so much?" She heard his question when she came back with a full plate of food. The plate was piled with all kinds of food, almost like a small mountain. In sharp contrast, there were only a few kinds of food on her plate.

"Ah? I, I don't know what you like, so..." Since I really don't know his taste preferences, I can only guess and order some dishes that may suit his taste, hoping to find one or two that he likes.

"Can I try it and see how it tastes?" With a hint of anticipation, he took a light bite and carefully savored every flavor.

"How is it?" she asked eagerly, with anticipation glittering in her eyes.

"Not bad." He nodded, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

She was filled with joy at his approval and happily took a sip of her coffee. "Really? Those are what I used to like to eat." For her, a cup of coffee and a fruit pie were the little happiness in life, which was enough to satisfy her.

"One fruit pie per person?" She smiled and picked up the pie on the plate, which was a purple-wrapped taro pie, and handed it to him. She enthusiastically recommended, "When this kind of pie is freshly made, the crust is particularly crispy and the filling is sweet and delicious. It's very delicious."

"I don't eat sweet things like this." He shook his head and didn't reach out to take it. The pie looked like a fine dessert, but for him who didn't like sweets very much, it didn't have much appeal.

"It's delicious, really, why don't you try it." This man doesn't like sweets? She was a little surprised, but she still hoped that he would try it, maybe it would change his mind.

Seeing her happy expression, he finally took the taro pie reluctantly. Under her gaze, he took a careful bite and chewed it slowly.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" I told you it's delicious, but you still don't believe it?

"Well, it's just a little sweet." Unexpectedly, the sweet taste did not make him feel too sweet, but instead had a unique delicious taste that stimulated his taste buds.

I picked up my own piece of pie and ate it without paying attention to the people around me. As expected, it still had the same wonderful taste I missed, sweet and delicious, full of the fragrance of pineapple.

"Let's go." Before he finished speaking, he had already stood up, as if preparing to leave.

"I... I haven't finished eating yet." She mumbled with the unchewed food in her mouth. Why did she leave so suddenly? She didn't even have time to enjoy this delicious food, and wouldn't it be a waste? So she hurriedly stuffed a few more fries into her mouth, trying to catch up.

"I'll take you to eat something else later." He said softly, with a hint of concern in his eyes. He thought to himself that he didn't want her to indulge in these junk foods too much. Although they might bring temporary satisfaction, they are not good for health in the long run. He was determined to guide her towards healthier and more nutritious eating choices.

"Okay, okay, I'm full." Hearing this, she almost choked on the coffee she had just drunk.

Could it be that in his eyes, I was just like a greedy little pig? Besides, I had already eaten a lot, how could I have the appetite to taste other delicacies? I thought I could take some away, but who would have thought that he would walk to the door in big strides. Oh, picky guy.