The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 3 Afternoon
In the afternoon, sunlight illuminates the floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides of the hall.

The fresh smell of grass and warm flowers in the garden, and the scent of ink exuded from the book, create an alternative fragrance.

Zhang Xiaofa chose the angle, took out his mobile phone from his bag, and took a few pictures of the beautiful scenery in the afternoon.

He plans to ask for leave to go back to school with Ah Nan later.

Tomorrow is the big day of your life: college graduation.

"Brother Fa, you haven't drunk the coffee I gave you before dinner. I just reheated it."

Before I knew it, she had already walked behind him.

There is only a small coffee cup between the two, which in his opinion has exceeded the "safe distance" between strangers.

He heard this sentence with complaining concern.

Knowing that she was blaming him for his distrust of his hospitality.

I had no choice but to say tactfully: "Ah Nan, thank you for your kindness. I don't like coffee, and I will suffer from insomnia if I drink it."

She seemed angry and stopped talking to him.

Turning around and entering a studio, he closed the door with a bang, leaving him alone by the window to watch the scenery.

He glanced at his watch.

It was getting late, and there was a graduation party in the department tonight, and he was going to be the piano accompaniment for the finale chorus.

He walked to the door of the studio, knocked on the door lightly, and apologized sincerely.

"Ah Nan, I'm sorry, I have to go back to school later, and I'll come back after the graduation ceremony tomorrow. Please tell me the specific address, and I don't need to trouble you to pick it up."

The door opened.She had just changed into a translucent dress, reapplied light makeup, and still wore the original necklace.

She twirled the transparent coffee cup with her slender fingers, bowed her head in silence.

She looked sad and unwilling to forgive him.

"I'm sorry, if I drink, will you forgive me?"

He asked tentatively, feeling a little guilty.

Alas, mom and dad remind him on the phone every day: you can't drink the drinks handed by strangers...

It's just a cup of coffee, why make a girl sad.

The cup returned to the palm of the hand, steadily, and the fragrance remained the same.

He picked up the cup and drank it down, and an imperceptible light flashed across her eyes.

The aroma of coffee lingers between the lips and teeth.

There seems to be no adverse reactions...

Wait, why is everything in my eyes so erratic...

"do not go!"

He felt her approaching him again, and stepped back hastily.

Ah Nan suddenly stretched out her hand, aimed at his cheek, "Snack!"

In a daze, he was inexplicably smoked, and his mind temporarily recovered his ability to think.

"Why are you slapping me?"

"I'm afraid you'll be thinking wildly. Calm down first, I have something very important to explain. Don't be careless. If you hear it wrong, big things will happen."

She folded her hands on her chest with a solemn expression, as if she was about to preach an imperial edict.

"What's the matter?" His mind began to short-circuit, and his reaction was three beats slower than usual.

"Now you try WeChat, have you disconnected from the Internet? Any mobile phone signal will be blocked here."

"Why do you want to disconnect from the Internet?"

He sent a few messages, all of which showed that the sending failed, and then realized that she was not joking.

"For the secrecy and safety of the bookstore. If you want to make a phone call, play on WeChat, or play on the computer, you can't do it. It takes about five kilometers from this villa to get a normal signal."

What is going on in the head of this doctor boss to cut off the Internet and still do a ghost business!

"Do me a favor. It's my mom's birthday tomorrow, and I really want to talk to her. Can you let me go out for a while?"

He wanted to run away a little, so he asked tentatively to see if she would let go.

Her face changed, and she waved her hands again and again.

"This can't help, my dad will come back anytime. If he finds you slipping out to make a phone call, I'm afraid his lungs will explode. He will punish me as soon as he gets angry, and I will never know about my mother again. "

"Didn't she live with you?"

He asked casually.

"Leaving home a long time ago. I never knew where she was. My dad would only give a recording of her for my birthday."

She pouted.

Nothing sounds right about Dr. Boss's family.

With a single thought, the job search fell into the pit, and now I am in a dilemma.

It is not easy to break the contract as soon as it is signed...

Then do it first, and fight for the probationary period to be opened, so that you can leave in a legitimate way.

"Is there any hard and fast rule that the bookstore cannot violate, let's hear it."

He turned on the recording function of his mobile phone so that he could record it and remind himself which rules are easy to commit, and the sooner he fouls, the sooner he runs away.

"The first and second floors are fine, as long as you don't break things and don't destroy books, you'll be fine. There is a built-in bookshelf on the third floor, don't try to take books that don't have numbers on it..."

She was very serious, and went through the strange rules in detail.

"Why can't you take it? Could it be that the book on it will be poisoned if you turn it over?"

He was dubious, raised his head and glanced at the third floor, those books looked no different from ordinary old books.

"Never did it, never dared to. My dad said that whoever touches it will disappear from the world."

Why does this sound so evil?

"These words are best kept on deaf ears. If you hear too much, you will easily feel shadowed."

He kindly reminded, "It will cause the three views to be incorrect."

"Three views are not correct..."

She looked confused, "You seem to dislike my dad very much."

He flipped through a magazine on the table, and replied truthfully: "Everyone likes a person with a bright heart. Don't be like him, who has created a bunch of high-tech, but has no human touch."

"I hope you will never be liked by anyone, and you can't find a girlfriend!"

Hearing his comments on her father, she felt a little upset, and reached out with one hand to grab his magazine.

"Why do you curse that I can't find a girlfriend?"

These words hit him sorely, and pissed off the proud single cute dog.

He was just offering some advice based on facts, but he was cursed by such a black belly, that arrogant little heart couldn't stand it!

"You are so handsome, you must be served by others, and being your girlfriend must be a hard job."

Is this provocation or slander?

"I am a dedicated and obedient boy. As long as there is a girl in my heart, no matter how good I am, I will not be allowed to come in. I cook three meals a day for her and accompany her to and from get off work. If it's over."

He became anxious for a moment, and poured out all the words that had been suppressed in his heart for many years.

Boys still love to cook?She feels fresh.

"What kind of food do you know? There are a lot of ingredients in the kitchen on the second floor, which are usually made by robots. My father and I don't know how to do kitchen work. Do you dare to try a fruit platter?"

"no problem!"

He thought, what is so difficult about being a cook, what is difficult is cooking for a lifetime!

His cooking skills are really good, and he has enjoyed the feeling of soaking in the kitchen to create delicious food since he was a child.

When I was in elementary school, I secretly made butter biscuits and chocolate cakes in the oven at home, and brought them to school to share with the students.

On the morning of the college entrance examination, I was still calmly baking pizza in the kitchen, and I had to finish eating before going to the examination room satisfied.

He walked into the kitchen, took a dozen kinds of fruits from the refrigerator, and carved and painted them flexibly.

After a while, a plate of playful fruit paintings appeared.

A little fox made of oranges, a bear made of purple grapes and white mangosteen, a pony made of red and green grapes...

It was so lifelike that Ah Nan liked it so much that he couldn't bear to eat a piece of it, so he insisted on keeping it.

The atmosphere between the two eased.

(End of this chapter)