Freehand painting scroll - light network matching

Lu Ming asked Ling Han to hold his hand quietly, and turned his head to answer Zhang Yi: "Okay, then I want to thank you first!"

Not long after, the three of them got out of the car together, and Zhang Yi took the lead into the restaurant with the air of a serf turning over his head.This resort is indeed very well built. In addition to the two cheap restaurants on the first floor, there are Chinese, Western and Japanese restaurants on the second floor. There are three restaurants with relatively high prices and better environments. This time the three of them are preparing to eat is one of them Cantonese restaurant.

Zhang Yi chose a table next to the window. It was said to be a window, but it was actually a whole glass wall. It looked like a lush bamboo sea. Layers of bamboo leaves were washed by the wind, undulating like sea tides.Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the green color of dripping green is reflected in a gorgeous sunset glow. Just looking at it is pleasing to the eye and makes me feel very comfortable.

In France, Lu Ming has long been used to the scenery of rural towns, but he has not seen this kind of bamboo sea for a long time: "I used to watch such scenes in movies."

"You can go to the bamboo forest tomorrow morning." Ling Han said.

"The color of the sky is one and not the same." Lu Ming sighed slightly, "Tomorrow morning it should be a different scene again." He took out his phone and took a few pictures outside the window.

Holding the menu, Zhang Yi looked at the two of them helplessly: "I said, are you two here for dinner? You have been looking out the window since you sat down, why don't you look at the menu?" After sitting down , someone who has never taken his attention off the menu, has a very bad opinion of them.

Ling Han said lightly: "Aren't you ordering? Today is your treat, and your order is enough."

Zhang Yi sighed exaggeratedly: "Okay, I will order as I order. Anyway, I am the one who pays." After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and called the waiter to him, and started to order, and ordered four cold dishes in a row. Six hot dishes, one soup, four snacks and some drinks.

"Zhang Yi, are you ordering too much?" Lu Ming couldn't help asking when he heard him report a long list of dishes.

Zhang Yi still felt a little unsatisfied: "It's a pity that there are too few of us, otherwise I would like to order two claypot rice!"

"Don't worry about him, if he can't finish eating, he will take it back to his room for supper." Ling Han said, taking the menu from Zhang Yi, "Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Lu Ming shook his head: "That's enough." He just missed Cantonese cuisine, and he didn't have a specific goal to eat.

Ling Han saw that Lu Ming's eyes were fixed on the sunset, and covered his eyes with his hand: "Is it not uncomfortable?"

Lu Ming blinked, and the curly and slender eyelashes lightly brushed against Ling Han's palm. There seemed to be no tactile sensation, which made Ling Han feel a little itchy in his palm, so he applied a little more force.

"It's a bit uncomfortable." After Lu Ming was covered by Ling Han, he realized that there was only one light spot in front of him.

Zhang Yi finally turned his attention to the person who had dinner with him: "Mr. Lu, I found that you and Ling Han are really a perfect match. You said that you usually draw a picture or something, so delicate, why don't you know how to take care of yourself?" What? If you catch a cold for a while, and look at the sun for a while and see your eyes hurt, what should you do if Ling Han is not by your side?"

Ling Han didn't say anything about what his friend said, but just lightly rubbed the acupoints around Lu Ming's eyes, "Didn't you study Western medicine?" Being blocked from sight, Lu Ming's attention fell on Ling Han hands.

"Haha, Mr. Lu, don't you know that Ling Han's family has a family tradition? Ling Han's grandfather is a famous doctor - traditional Chinese medicine. In ancient times, he was at the level of an imperial doctor. Their family is a combination of Chinese and Western. So, Teacher Lu, if you get sick again in the future, you don’t have to worry about him taking care of you.” After Zhang Yi said this, he suddenly felt that if Ling Han really chose pathology in the future, it might be a good thing.

"I really don't know how to take care of myself as much as you think. It's just a coincidence." Finally, he felt that he no longer only saw the dazzling light spot in front of him, Lu Ming signaled Ling Han to let go, and couldn't help explaining with a half-sigh road.

"Tsk tsk, Teacher Lu, how long have I known you? There can't be so many coincidences, right?" Zhang Yi spread his hands, "It's actually okay, with Ling Han here, there is nothing to worry about."

Lu Ming was quite helpless, but fortunately this restaurant served food very quickly, and the cold dishes were quickly delivered plate by plate. Zhang Yi pushed a plate of brine foie gras in front of Lu Ming: "Teacher Lu, French foie gras is famous, but I think this one is not bad!"

Lu Ming was kind, he bit into his mouth only to find that the foie gras had been chilled, his teeth hurt slightly, but it was inconvenient to spit out the foie gras in his mouth, and he didn't dare to chew it.In desperation, he had no choice but to reach for the cup with warm water on the side, and when he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed. Ling Han held Lu Ming's hand in one hand, and passed a dinner plate in front of him with the other: "Spit Come out, you don’t have to force your teeth to be sensitive.”

Lu Ming was surprised by Ling Han's meticulous observation, he lowered his head and spit out half of the foie gras onto the plate, before Ling Han handed him the water glass.