If love can be booked

T City No.1 Middle School

Huakai·Shangluoxu Chinese Restaurant

"You two really are good friends. Teacher Zhu brought me to this place before." How many flowers bloom and how much sadness falls? I like the name of this store, which is slightly sad.

She liked everything here, especially the delicious fish head soup, the warm and elegant decoration of the store, and the clear and melodious wind chimes hanging in the cubicles.

"We were college classmates, Zhu Mingjun was one year younger than me." He said softly, a flash of memory in his eyes. The relationship between them could perhaps be described as that of senior and junior, but it was more than that. Because of a common woman, they became good friends who could talk about anything.

"No wonder?" Is this the origin he was talking about?

"No wonder? No wonder what?" He looked at her with some confusion, not understanding what she meant. She said thoughtfully, "No wonder?"

"Ah? Nothing." She hurriedly covered up her gaffe, but secretly thought in her heart. So, this is why he was assigned to the Third Senior High School, while he went to the First Senior High School?

"Do you like fish?" He noticed that she chose fish head soup as her first bite, and couldn't help but think of Huaying, who also liked fish.

"Ah."

"Huaying likes fish, too. She likes to order fish head tofu soup every time she comes here." The signature dish is fish head tofu soup. The tofu in this dish is extremely tender, the fish is smooth and refreshing, and the rich and mellow soup makes it extremely delicious.

"Oh." It turned out that he just remembered that she also liked to eat fish, and suddenly felt that he had lost his appetite, so he put down the spoon and stopped touching this dish. Then she should eat some vegetables, right?

"I remember that your weak point at that time was math." Looking back on that time, her math grades were always unsatisfactory, and it became a stumbling block to her overall grade.

"Yes, at that time I felt that I had no affinity with mathematics, I really hated it." She felt a headache whenever she mentioned mathematics. Although she was the representative of the mathematics class, the special care of the mathematics teacher still failed to help her improve her mathematics grades.

"I remember that in order to improve my math, my homeroom teacher appointed me as the math class representative." Originally, I should have been the history class representative, but the homeroom teacher suddenly thought that her math was weaker and needed more encouragement and supervision.

"Your class of students was really worry-free. Students nowadays are too naughty." Today's children are too precocious in their thinking, which may be attributed to this era of information explosion.

"Really? I also think we were so well behaved back then." At that time, they had only one goal in mind, which was to get into a prestigious university.

"In fact, I liked history the most at that time." She thought silently. Not only did she like history itself, but she also liked him who taught history. But, I wonder if he noticed the similar handwriting between them later?

"Ding ding ding..." A quick phone ring interrupted her thoughts. She looked at the phone screen flashing his name on the table and couldn't help but feel a little confused. He called at this time. Has he finished his work?

"Hey."

"Where are you? Why is it so noisy?" The voice coming from the other end of the phone was mixed with noisy background noise. It didn't sound like it was at school, nor did it sound like it was in her dormitory.

"Ah? I'm in the flower blossoms, the wounds fall." She answered subconsciously. How did he know she wasn't in school? Shouldn't he be very busy? How did he have time to chat and joke with her? An unqualified best man.

"You yourself?" How many flowers bloom and how many wounds fall? He couldn't help but feel an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

"Ah? Uh..." Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was a little guilty. Suddenly, she lost the courage to share the truth with him. She originally wanted to tell him that she was actually with him, reminiscing about the wonderful high school days. However, at this moment, she chose to remain silent.

"Lin Xiaoxi, do you know that you are not good at lying?" He easily noticed her unnaturalness. She was indeed not good at lying, and every time she lied, she would appear particularly clumsy, but he could always keenly capture this.

“Are you with Teacher Lu?” he asked softly. No one could make her lie except him.

"Go back quickly after dinner." It's not that she was worried about him, but she was worried about her.

"Oh." She responded softly, feeling a little heavy. His tone was very calm, almost without any ripples, but she could sense a hint of anger hidden in it. Although he had never lost his temper with her, she knew clearly that he was not in a good mood at the moment.

"Is it Lao Zhu who called?" Her angry expression didn't look like she was really angry, but more like embarrassment after someone guessed her true feelings.

"Yeah." He nodded slightly, a little angrily, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: What does it mean to go back quickly after dinner? This tone, as if she had done something wrong behind his back?

"Why is he knowing where I am and who I am with?" Why does he know everything? And I am like a fool, I don't understand him, I don't understand him at all.

"Ask your heart." He knows that it's because he cares and because he loves you.

"Ah?" Ask Xin? Xin, can you talk?

A normal heartbeat? A normal heartbeat? Didn't it speed up by a second?

"Eat, the food is getting cold." He was arranging meals for her. She loved him too, right?

If love can be booked? I think I will wait for you, wait for your most beautiful years, and meet you by chance.

I am just a floating cloud in your dream of youth. No matter whether it will stir up a storm or not, it will eventually pass by.

Does the rain deeply love the earth it clings to? Perhaps only the clouds know.