Lin Xiaojin was frightened by his cultivation speed against the sky, and his whole body couldn't help but excite Ling Ling to shiver. His mind was full of questions. For example, when did you have "true qi"? If you haven't done anything, how can this true qi run on its own according to the instructions in the "Tianji Point Acupuncture Technique"! Where does this speed of cultivation come from?

Lin Xiaojin was a little thirsty, he was thinking, and while he subconsciously picked up the half cup of coffee left by Fairy Chang'e on the table, "goo-goo" twice, and the half cup of coffee was poured into his stomach. After drinking, he realized that he had just had another "indirect kiss" with Fairy Chang'e through the coffee cup.

None of this mattered, though, and he stood up excitedly and was about to walk out the door.

However, the waiter stopped his way and politely said, "Is the gentleman leaving?" ”

Lin Xiaojin was stunned on the spot.

Seeing that he didn't mean to sit back, the waiter thought he was in a hurry, so he politely said, "If you are in a hurry, sir, then please come with me to the bar to settle the bill, so as to be faster." With that, the waiter was already leading the way.

Lin Xiaojin was very embarrassed to follow the waiter and came to the bar.

Behind the bar sat a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old woman, with a delicate appearance and fair skin, holding a book of Dai Wangshu's poems in her hand.

The waiter said to the woman: "Manager Tang, please settle an account for this gentleman, he is sitting at table 8." Please hurry, he's in a hurry. ”

When Lin Xiaojin heard this, his face immediately turned red. I thought to myself: what I need most now is not "time", but "money". Thinking of the money, he nervously touched his trouser pocket again, and the twenty yuan bill had been pinched by him.

When ordering this cup of coffee, Lin Xiaojin was thinking about having a fish with that big beauty. He was ready, and when it was time to pay the bill, he had both hands - no money. Then it's up to the great beauty. He didn't believe that this great beauty could run. If you wash the cups and dishes, you can't escape.

But he never expected that that great beauty really had no money on her, and if she didn't have money, she was still a fairy, and she would "disappear" Dafa in an instant. Now, who else can Lin Xiaojin go to?

Moreover, he doesn't even have the courage to go home and get the money now.

Although no matter how poor their family is, they don't lack the 80 yuan, but if they let their parents know that they are drinking this 80 yuan cup of coffee outside, it will definitely cause an earthquake. His father, Lin Guoqiang, would chase him after him with his shoes, and his mother would definitely follow him for a month for the 80 yuan.

How is this good? Lin Xiaojin racked his brains and couldn't come up with a good way. He couldn't help but think of a classic saying: You can't be sick with anything, you can't be without money if you don't have anything!

At this time, the beautiful woman known as "Manager Tang" heard the waiter's words, quickly stood up, and put the book of Dai Wangshu's poems in her hand on the counter.

However, she was obviously in a bit of a hurry by the waiter, and the book fell from the edge of the bar to the ground without steady. Lin Xiaojin subconsciously bent down to pick it up.

The moment he touched the poetry collection, a stream of text information entered Lin Xiaojin's brain. When he stood up, Lin Xiaojin could memorize the content of the entire poetry collection. Moreover, he also found in the poetry collection that in addition to the original text of the poetry collection, this beauty also wrote some of her own experiences next to each poem.

Moreover, there is a postcard in the poetry collection. Along with the content of this postcard, Lin Xiaojin also "touched" it.

He suddenly had an idea: it seems that he can't afford to pay for this coffee today. It's better to be close to this beauty, and try to get a leniency or something.

At this time, the beautiful manager took the poetry book in Lin Xiaojin's hand gratefully, and said with a smile: "Thank you." ”

Lin Xiaojin hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

The beautiful manager quickly typed out the bill from the cash register, handed it to Lin Xiaojin and said, "Sir, this is your bill." ”

Lin Xiaojin took the bill, glanced at it, and sure enough, it was 80 yuan. He suddenly said with an embarrassed face: "Actually...... I...... That cup of coffee wasn't what I wanted......"

The waiter and the beautiful manager both looked at Lin Xiaojin in surprise.

The waiter smiled at Lin Xiaojin and said, "Sir, are you joking, could it be that just now, that cup of coffee was drunk by which fairy sister?"

Lin Xiaojin almost replied "yes". However, he still held back and didn't dare to say it. Because of what he said, not only will people not believe it, but they will also treat him as a psychopath.

So, he suddenly pointed to the poetry book on the bar and said, "Manager, don't be in a hurry to pay in advance, I think we can probably talk about this poetry book first." ”

The waiter said strangely, "Sir, aren't you in a hurry?"

Lin Xiaojin hurriedly squeezed out a smile and said, "I'm actually not in a hurry. I finally met a beautiful woman who was so interested in Dai Wangshu's poems, and I was very willing to talk to her. ”

"Yes!" said the beautiful manager, obviously very happy, "You are also interested in Dai Wangshu's poems?"

As long as he is not facing Wei Ruolan, Lin Xiaojin will not be stunned in the face of any other girl. He immediately said to the beauty: "It's not just that I'm interested, I just like it." For example, her song "Rain Alley". Speaking of this, Lin Xiaojin couldn't help but recall the scene of reciting this poem to Wei Ruolan in the classroom, so he really shamelessly recited it to the beautiful manager:

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella,

Wandering alone for a long time,

Long and lonely rain alley,

I hope it will be

A clove-like

A girl with a grudge.

She's the color of lilacs,

The fragrance of cloves,

Lilac-like sorrow,

……”

Manager Tang listened affectionately, and when Lin Xiaojin finished reciting, she stood there in a daze, without saying a word. Obviously, her mind drifted to a world that only she knew for the time being.

Lin Xiaojin immediately thought of the postcard in the poetry collection, he suddenly interrupted the beautiful manager's thoughts, and said softly: "Manager Tang, you must like this poem very much." I'm guessing your boyfriend once recited this poem to you on a drizzly day. ”

"How do you know?" Manager Tang's beautiful eyes flickered, there were already bright tears in them, but his eyes were full of surprise.