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"The dark clouds clear, and the bright moon attracts people's love."

The voice of Tianya singer was soft, and the rosewood-colored screens separated the seats. A Tiffany glass lamp was placed on each table, and the orange light illuminated a small world.

Even though it was noon, this restaurant insisted on turning the atmosphere into a lazy and enchanting old Shanghai.

The place was chosen by Han Zhao. When He Jing stepped into the restaurant, he was taken aback by the atmosphere. When he really sat down, he looked at Han Zhao in a suit and leather shoes opposite him by the light of the desk lamp, and felt that it was unexpectedly suitable.

Three years have passed, and he still has handsome features, without a single wrinkle.

When he uses his eyes to seduce people, there is always an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth. I don't know if the prodigal son looked like this when he went to the beach in the old days?

"What do you want to eat?" The prodigal son opened the menu and asked him.

"Whatever," He Jing felt that he was too perfunctory after finishing speaking, and added, "I can eat anything."

"Well, you really don't want to be picky," Han Zhao flipped through the menu roughly, "Are there any taboos for fitness?"

"No," He Jing picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip of tea, "I just practiced casually."

Han Zhao nodded and called the waiter to order.

A restaurant that is said to be Shanghai cuisine, under the situation where the Sichuan and Hunan troops are sweeping across the country, it is inevitable that there are several spicy dishes on the menu.Knowing that He Jing loves spicy food, Han Zhao ordered a spicy dish in addition to the restaurant's signature.

When the waiter asked about dim sum, Han Zhao asked for a "two-faced yellow", but He Jing didn't know what it was.

After ordering, the waiter put away the menu and left, leaving only two of them on the table.

"Are you used to eating in Shenzhen?" Han Zhao asked after sipping his tea.

"It's okay, immigrant city, there are all kinds of tastes."

"What about work? Is it going well?"

"It went well," He Jing replied, "except that the boss has a bit of a temper."

"If you can't stand it, change jobs?"

"How can I change jobs because of this old man?" He Jing sighed softly. "Actually, he has a childish temper. Even if he loses his temper, he can still listen to his opinions afterwards. Besides, am I out of my head?"

At this point, cold dishes are on the table.Smoked fish, sauced duck, fried meat, grilled bran, jellyfish, and Malan tou are served in small portions in delicate blue and white plates, forming a plum blossom.

Over the years, He Jing has traveled far and wide, and has eaten in various restaurants, but he still marvels at the delicacy of this dish.

Han Zhao picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of smoked fish for him.

He Jing was slightly taken aback, picked it up and ate it.

"How long are you going to stay when you come back? Are you still leaving?"

Before a piece of fish was finished, the question came up.

He Jing chewed slowly and carefully finished the fish.

"It depends on the boss's arrangement. It should be a period of time."

After He Jing finished speaking, he picked up a piece of sauced duck, but still ate very slowly.

Han Zhao finally let him go temporarily, and asked about the customs of Shenzhen.

When the hot dishes were served, He Jing was talking about housing prices in Shenzhen.

"Last year it started to rise sharply, and the whole city's streets and alleys are talking about housing prices."

"Did you buy it?" Han Zhao asked him.

"No," He Jing shook his head, then laughed again, "I would have bought it long ago if I knew it would be such a price increase, and I would save a few years of work."

The oily eel that was just served was sizzling, and through the white hot mist, Han Zhao suddenly asked, "Why didn't you reply to the message I sent you?"

He Jing didn't expect him to be so direct, so he was taken aback for a moment before he said, "Have you sent me a message? I bought a new Shenzhen number in Shenzhen, and the Shanghai number has not been used for a long time."

The sound of oily eels gradually subsided, and the hot mist dissipated. Han Zhao, who was on the opposite side, stared into his eyes.

He Jing lowered his head to pick up some vegetables.

"What did you send me?"

"After you left, I thought you would come back when you went home to relax. I haven't heard from you since then, and I'm worried that you are doing well."

"Well, thank you," He Jing fiddled with the shredded eel in the bowl, "I'm doing well. How is Lawyer Lin?"

"Very well, he has twin sons, both of whom are two years old."

"Ah?" He Jing was stunned, "His? Or Xie Rui's?"

"One for each person, born as a surrogate in the United States," Han Zhao added food for him. "Didn't he go to the United States when you resigned? That's what he did."

"Oh... are you still in touch now?"

"Occasionally, if there is no special matter, I don't contact you," Han Zhao said calmly, "I occasionally see him showing off his baby in the circle of friends."

"Do you have any photos?" He Jing couldn't imagine Lin Qiao's style of painting with children, so he was a little curious.

Han Zhao turned on the phone, flipped through it for a while, and showed He Jing Lin Qiao's twin sons.

After flipping through several photos, it turns out that Xie Rui is always holding a baby in one hand, and Lin Qiao is only a hands-off shopkeeper.

"It's good that he's all right," He Jing returned the phone to Han Zhao, "I won't have the face to see him when I come back."

"It's been so long, don't worry about it," Han Zhao was still feeding him. "Xie Rui would like to thank you more. If it wasn't for you, Lin Qiao would not know when he would be willing to have a child."

"Did he tell you?"

"I can guess it all."

He Jing was silent, staring at the dishes in his bowl in a daze.

After a long time, he raised his head and said to Han Zhao, "I wrote to Lawyer Lin."

Han Zhao gave a "hmm".

"In the letter, besides apologizing, I also wrote what Xie Rui said that day."

"What words?" Han Zhao stopped his chopsticks.

"You mentioned that day that you broke up with lawyer Lin because of a misunderstanding...you didn't sleep with anyone else, and lawyer Lin didn't sleep with Xie Rui either."

The music released by the vinyl record has a slight noise, but it still cannot hide the gentle old dream.

After He Jing said this, he hurriedly lowered his head to eat, and stopped looking at Han Zhao opposite.

Before he had eaten a few bites of food, his left hand that was placed by the bowl was suddenly grasped.

He Jing was stunned for a few seconds, then struggled slightly, and Han Zhao let go of his hand.

"Without those misunderstandings, Lin Qiao and I would have broken up, but... Thank you for explaining for me."

He Jing didn't want to continue this topic, so he just nodded slightly towards him.

The two were speechless for a while, and ate the dishes on the table in silence.

Most of what Han Zhao ordered were He Jing's favorite dishes. When the hot dishes were almost finished, the waiter came over to collect the dishes and asked if he wanted some dessert.

Han Zhao agreed, and asked him to refill the tea by the way.

Chenpi Pu'er, the second taste is the best.The tea soup poured out of the white porcelain pot is bright in color and full of sweet fragrance.

The waiter holds the dim sum with both hands. The yellow noodles on both sides turned out to be fried golden noodles.

"I haven't brought you traditional dishes before. I don't know if you like them." Han Zhao took He Jing's bowl, picked up the noodles soaked in the topping soup, and filled a small half of the bowl for him.

After serving the noodles, he called the waiter again and gave an order.

He Jing didn't hear what he said, and after a while, the waiter brought a small white cake with a candle on it.

Noodles, cakes... Watching Han Zhao take out the lighter and light the candles in a daze, He Jing remembered that today is his birthday.

The candles were lit, and the small flames danced on the pure white cake, matching the nostalgic atmosphere around it, the beauty was too unreal.

"Happy 26th birthday."

He Jing looked at everything in front of him, and suddenly felt a sore nose, and after a long time, he finally said, "Thank you."

Han Zhao took out a palm-sized gift box from his bag and pushed it in front of him.

"Blow out the candles, eat the cake, and unwrap birthday presents."

He Jing forced a smile, and blew out the candle in front of him in one breath.

Looking at the beautifully packaged gift box in front of him, He Jing asked him, "What's inside?"

Han Zhao gestured for him to dismantle it himself.

He Jing glanced at him, and carefully unwrapped the package.

The brown wrapping paper was removed to reveal a log box with six sides inlaid with glass. Without opening it, you can see more than a dozen colorful leaves inside, such as red maple leaves, golden ginkgo, magenta brocade, green Bodhi...

All the leaves have been made into specimens, and the vertical and horizontal veins are clearly visible - if this is done by myself, it really takes a lot of work.

He Jing picked up the box and looked at it from different angles under the light. Suddenly, Han Zhao asked him: "Do you still remember the mountain we didn't finish climbing?"

He Jing nodded: "I was also ashamed that time. I didn't keep up with the big army, and I turned my foot and went home."

"I went there again last fall. The mountain is full of colorful trees, and the scenery is beautiful. I picked some leaves from the top of the mountain and came back to make specimens. I always wanted to give it to you, but I couldn't find you."

He Jing looked down at the box in his hand, without making a sound.

"Finally, I can give you a chance today. So you said, do we still have a chance to be together?"

This confession came too suddenly, and He Jing was completely unprepared.From the time they met again until now, he could see that Han Zhao still had a crush on him, but he never expected that the opponent would hit a straight ball so quickly.

The Tiffany lampshade reflects colorful and ambiguous lights, and the Tianya singer is still babbling and describing the prosperity of the old days.A romantic gift, a sincere confession, the time, place, and atmosphere are all perfect. Although something unexpected happened, I have to say that it is indeed hard to refuse.

Seeing that He Jing remained silent for a long time, Han Zhao didn't urge him, and took the table knife and slowly cut the cake.

There is no decoration on the cake covered with white cream, but when it is cut open, there are colorful rainbows inside, which are colorful and gorgeous.

Watching Han Zhao divide the cake, He Jing suddenly asked, "Why are you sure I'm single?"

Han Zhao didn't stop moving, and put the cake on his plate.

"If you weren't single, even if you went back to Shanghai, you wouldn't come to see me."

The cake and dessert spoon were handed in front of him, He Jing stared at the plate for a long time, then raised his head suddenly.

"You went to climb the mountain, did you take pictures of the star trails?"

Han Zhao was taken aback.

"No, I didn't bring a film camera when I went, I just took some pictures of the scenery with my mobile phone."

He Jing was noncommittal, picked up the dessert spoon and lightly scooped a spoonful of white cream.

"Where's the tail ring?" He put the cream in his mouth, and pouted at Han Zhao's left hand, "I saw you wearing it when you came to my office last time."

"Pick it off," Han Zhao met his gaze frankly, "Since I don't want to be single anymore, I don't want you to be misunderstood."

Misunderstand?He Jing let out a "hehe" in his heart.

"I'll accept the gift, other things..."

The sweetness of the cream spread on the tip of the tongue. He Jing put down the spoon in his hand and stroked the ring mark on Han Zhao's little finger with his fingertips.

"Wait until the ring mark disappears."

The author has something to say: Xiao He is great!In addition, the landlord's family has no surplus food T_T