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Walking side by side through a section of roadway with uneven floor tiles, the skin-like aroma continuously splashed from the wings of the monsoon.

Yao An suddenly remembered a very important matter.

He turned his head, and on the left was Yao Jianqi who was dedicated to leading the way. Occasionally, a delivery electric car passed by, and he stretched out his arm to stop him.

"What's the matter?" Yao Jianqi's blocking hand was still in front of his stomach, waiting for the orange car to go first.

Yao An hesitated for a section of the bright zebra crossing, and when he reached the opposite street, he finally asked, "Do you know... what kind of flower is this?"

"Isn't it Eustoma?" Yao Jianqi lowered his head and glanced vaguely.

"Yes!" Yao An clenched his fists, persuading, "Then do you know its flower language?"

"Flower language?" Yao Jian Qi Ning condensed, and finally shook his head under Yao An's expectant gaze.

This was considered Yao An's wish, he secretly rejoiced, let go of his fist, and said, "I know."

"Oh?" Yao Jianqi didn't tilt his head, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Yao An is now like a good student in that class who always knows the correct answer and understands the teacher, no, it's even better than that.

"Ahem." He held his neck high, with an extraordinary demeanor but also a little coy, "The flower language of eustoma is..."

"arrive."

A golden-yellow central post office appeared in front of them, with colorful flags fluttering and the clock spinning, Yao Jianqi stepped up the steps, turned around, and it was Yao An who did not follow.

"What are you standing there for?" he asked.

Yao An stepped on the twisted brick line, and the correct answer that was well prepared but temporarily aborted.

He looked at Yao Jianqi's purely inquiring expression, without any extra curiosity.

"Here we come." Yao An smiled, and followed with his arms folded.

There is a lot of passenger traffic in the post office. This is a country that retains the letter gene. Many businesses are handled by letters. Slow time is a rare and normal state.

Yao Jianqi bought a green envelope with a stamp, and Yao An who was beside him consciously took it and opened the seal for him.

"What did you send?" Yao An saw that he took out a purple-blue form.

"Tax declaration form." Yao Jianqi filled in the paper and took out a glue stick from the bag.

"Tax return?" Yao An was slightly surprised, and let him take the envelope away.

The transparent glue was applied back and forth on the seal a few times, Yao Jianqi sealed the letter slowly and nodded.

"Do you need to pay taxes?" Yao An asked again.

"I need it." Yao Jianqi shook the envelope in the air to let the glue dry.

Yao An frowned, feeling that he was a little confused about his momentum, so he hurriedly asked: "Have you met the tax payment standard? How much do you have to pay? When..."

"Look." Yao Jianqi suddenly walked behind his shoulder, and the envelope he held up followed his line of sight, cutting apart everyone in the post office.

Yao An felt the warm fragrance behind his ears and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Didn't you notice?" Yao Jianqi shook the eye level on the envelope, and turned slightly, "They all like to stick the envelope with their saliva."

Yao An forced himself not to pay attention to his speech movements but to the content of his speech, and finally saw the phenomenon Yao Jianqi pointed out to him, and said, "It seems to be true."

Yao Jianqi put down the envelope, Yao An turned around and asked intentionally, "Then why don't you learn, it will save trouble."

Yao Jianqi, who was at a close distance, smiled without being surprised, and his answer was as serious as ever: "Saliva can be used in some more appropriate places, what do you think?"

Yao Jianqi has the ability to shift the focus.

The specific manifestation is that this person is good at avoiding the important and paying attention to the trivial and ambiguous speech. He not only serves people but also catches them with his hands.

Was he playing hooligan just now?

"... couscous salad, cream of mushroom soup, pan-fried sea bass, duck confit with orange sauce..."

At the moment they were sitting in the open-air restaurant by the river, and Yao Jianqi, who was opposite him, translated the names of the recommended dishes to him one by one, naturally, ironing them, just right.

"Do you want more dessert?" The menu reached the last page.

Can't understand him.

"Do you want to eat?" Yao An finally recovered.

"I haven't finished the crepes in the morning." He pointed to the ones delivered by Mrs. Dubuc earlier in the morning. "Or would you like some fruit?"

"No need." Yao An said, "This should be enough."

Yao Jianqi nodded: "That's it first."

He closed the menu and was about to hand it to the waiter when Yao An let out another soft cry.

"That what fish." Yao An made a gesture, but couldn't remember the name.

Yao Jianqi said, "Fried sea bass."

"Ah yes." Yao An put his hands on the table and said, "Change to something else."

Yao Jianqi didn't open the menu, he still memorized the optional side dishes, and asked directly: "Is mussels okay?"

"Don't be a fish." Yao An said.

After the waiter brought back the menu, Yao Jianqi slowly leaned back on the rattan chair and asked, "Why?"

Yao An looked at him, not sure whether he was really asking or not, so he replied, "You don't want to eat, don't you?"

Yao Jianqi's expression faltered in the wind, and then lightly waved: "So you remember."

"I remember it all." Yao An pressed the edge of the table tightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid I won't match the number."

Yao Jianqi weighed his words and asked, "Do you think I've changed a lot?"

In this short question and answer period, Yao An did not intend to, but unconsciously began to list: In the past, no matter what you ate outside, you had to order a sweet snack, and it was not so comfortable to communicate with strangers, and you loved it more. Play like a baby with me.

But you still like to sit by the river, and you are more inclined to look at strangers' ears than eyes, to me...

"Not many changes." Yao An still said.

Yao Jianqi on the opposite side nodded slightly, neither believing nor doubting, but said: "But I think you have changed a lot."

"Really?" Yao An suddenly became nervous and leaned forward, "Where?"

"You don't smoke."

"I will quit."

"You don't lose sleep either."

"Not last night!"

"You will speak directly if you have something to say."

"I have... Is there anything I didn't say directly?"

The two stared, to be exact, it should be Yao An who stared at Yao Jianqi unilaterally, and the latter accepted it fearlessly.

It wasn't long before the cold appetizers were prepared. When the waiter came over with a salad, Yao Jianqi had already picked up a fork on his left, shook it, and said, "I'll use this one later."

Then Yao An knew that he had been fooled again.

It took some time to eat the meal, and since Yao Jianqi always cut up the food and served it to him in advance, it was useless for Yao An to say twice that I would come by myself, so he didn't say the third time.

The river water was like cooled mushroom soup, with a cold fragrance. Before paying the bill, the two had a little argument. Yao An had to come but Yao Jianqi refused. Yao An said that I remembered to bring money this time, Euros, and Yao Jianqi said that I kept it as a souvenir, and Yao An said that I earned more money than you when I was financially independent, but Yao Jianqi said that was not necessarily the case.

In the end, unable to compete, Yao Jianqi made a gesture first, and said something to the waiter who just came over, and the other party nodded knowingly.

"What did you just say?" Yao An couldn't understand the language.

"Let him take the bill." Yao Jianqi said.

"That's it?" Yao An was dubious, "I feel like you said more than that."

"Just an extra thank you." Yao Jianqi responded calmly.

Yao An felt even more strange, and had no choice but to emphasize: "Then it's settled, I'll finish it later."

"I didn't agree." Yao Jianqi You took the black tea for dinner and put it down again.

"then you……"

"It takes a long time to pay the bill here." Yao Jianqi picked up the small cup of sweet milk next to him, poured it over the plate, and poured Yao An's black tea, "You can argue with me slowly."

Yao An was really at a loss. He stared at the lead red that was gradually thickening in front of him in bewilderment, and asked, "Where did you get all your money?"

"It's not from drug trafficking anyway." Yao Jianqi glanced at him and said.

"..." The oolong of that night was embarrassing and embarrassing, Yao Anming had to be polite, otherwise he would make the people in front of him laugh even more, so he was half-serious, "I'm asking you something."

A bean of milk dripped over the tea and stopped evenly, without touching the wall of the cup.

"When I first came to the local language school, I worked as a waiter, picking grapes." Yao Jianqi withdrew his hand, "After learning pure arts, the college will provide us with some practice. I also went to the museum for a period of time as an intern. We started to plan niche exhibitions, and now there are some exhibitions in galleries and shopping malls.”

He put the cup aside and said, "It's about the same."

Yao An looked at him, not completely disbelieving, but his intuition told him that it was still far behind.

"Have you only worked as a waiter and picked grapes?" Yao An asked, "Didn't you also rent a house, are these enough?"

"It's okay to rent together." Yao Jianqi raised the black tea above the jaw line, and motioned, "Why don't you drink it? It's cold and hurts your stomach."

Yao An stared at his face through the curling tea smoke, he didn't move and didn't speak, he was as persistent as a tea vessel.

Yao Jianqi sighed and brushed away the warm smoke. He put down his cup, knocked out a vowel, and said, "I have been a Chinese tutor for half a year, drawing the inside pages of magazines, and helping people walk their dogs. That's all I remember."

Unsurprisingly, the person opposite frowned, and Yao Jianqi said again: "The dog walk was introduced by a friend. It helps office workers who don't have time, and takes a lot of dogs at once. It's actually quite dignified."

Yao An knew that he said this to adjust the atmosphere, so that he would not feel so guilty or sentimental.For his painstaking efforts, Yao An squeezed the handle of the cup tightly and downed the black tea in one gulp.

"No one drinks like that." Yao Jianqi angrily.

Yao An wiped the back of his hand: "I like to drink like this."

I don't know who to be angry with.

Yao Jianqi turned his face to the bridge, his lover was locked on the river and trembling, he calmed down the corners of his mouth, and in a moment, he turned back: "Okay."

Yao Jianqi's tea drinking demonstration, which exists completely as a counterexample of Yao An, sips lightly, wet eyelashes, everything is in place except for a small cup of untouched milk.

"Don't you want this one?" Yao An pointed at the milk.

Yao Jianqi turned the handle of the cup slightly and shook his head.

The taste lingering in his mouth was still there, Yao An thought of the rental house where there was no sugar to be found, and the doubts that had been lingering finally found an opportunity. He asked, "Is it because it's too sweet?" After a pause, he asked further, "You now You don’t like sweets anymore, do you?”

The handle of the cup turned to Yao An, and Yao Jianqi's response came belatedly: "I like it in my heart."

"then you……"

"Like it doesn't mean you want it now." Yao Jianqi only looked at him, "It's not just sugar."

Probably because of the weight contained in these words, Yao An's heart trembled unbearably, and when he was about to look at him thoroughly, a piece of blue color blocked him.

A few strings of unfamiliar accents suddenly appeared above his head, making noise and smacking. Yao An looked up and saw three Frenchmen holding a large glass of pomelo green liquid in their fluffy arms, which contained lime and mint leaves. Six long straws of different colors, more than 30 centimeters long.

The cup lay between him and Yao Jianqi, and Yao An looked at the three men bewilderedly babbling, until Yao Jianqi said a few more words, obviously all in French, he always felt that Yao Jianqi's words sounded better.

Afterwards, the big cup was placed on their desk, and the smell made Yao An believe it was wine.

"It's a Mojito." Yao Jianqi explained to him, "These people made it in the wine shop next door, please let us have a drink together."

"Drink together?" Yao An was surprised, and looked at the straw protruding from his nose, "It's quite enthusiastic."

Yao Jianqi asked, "Want to drink it? It tastes a bit like soda."

Yao An looked at the three foreigners who were gesturing for "drink quickly", he was a little too generous, and he was not a pushy one, so he waved his hand: "Drink!"

He pushed the plate and cup away, took the red straw from the Frenchman, aimed at the lime pulp, and took a big sip.

He was drinking happily, and there was a blue straw between his eyes, followed by his lips, bridge of nose and eyebrows.

Yao Jianqi bit the straw, but within a finger's distance, he smiled at him.

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Yao An: He is firing at me (OvO)