Wang Wenhua didn't reply, which was considered acquiescence. The short-haired girl turned her head and waved happily, signaling the small-eyed girl to follow.

"Boss, you're such a nice guy." The short-haired girl smiled flatteringly.

Wang Wenhua handed her a cigarette: "Are you cold?" If it's cold, maybe it's better. At this time, he had already forgotten Wen Feng, who paid the bill, behind the melon seeds in his head.

The whole sheep soup shop that the short-haired girl said is actually a high-end Northwest food city that is open all night. The store is antique, with wooden tables and chairs, coarse porcelain tableware, and the environment is very northwestern. Wang Wenhua sat by the window, pushed open the window, and the dark green and vast northwest land was silent under the moonlight.

It was midnight, and there were only a few tables scattered in the empty hall.

Wang Wenhua and the short-haired girl just sat down face to face. The small-eyed girl was picked up by her boyfriend on a motorcycle. At this time, Wang Wenhua remembered Wenfeng and wanted to call her to tell her her whereabouts.

"Are you looking for that female boss? No need. She didn't want to follow you at all when she saw you and I coming, but when she saw us together at the door of the hotel just now, she winked at me and smiled evilly.

She seems to wish you a good night tonight and wants to take your day off. Short hair explained it to him.

"Oh!" Hearing this, Wang Wenhua put away the phone, he knew that Wen Feng was going to indulge himself.

When only Wang Wenhua and the short-haired girl were left in the hall, the night wind blew, and they ate a pot of delicious Northwest whole mutton hot pot that he had never tasted before.

"Boss, listen to your accent, Northeasterner, right?"

"Hmm."

"Tohoku is good, although I left there. But after all, it's where you grew up. The short-haired girl stuck out her tongue rather contrivedly, "Can you know where you're from?" ”

"Northern Liao."

"What? Northern Liao? You repeat. ”

"Northern Liao."

"Wow, I was lucky to meet a fellow here." The short-haired girl clapped her hands happily.

"Boss, I knew you were rich from the first time I saw you, I love to eat haggis here, can I ask for another one?" She wiped her mouth with a tissue and flapped her long false eyelashes.

Wang Wenhua thought it was funny, he put down the spoon and looked directly at the ground: "Where are you from?" Is it also Northern Liao? ”

"yes." The short-haired girl nodded, took a bite of the haggis that had just been served, and said in a rich Northern Liao dialect: "I am from the pimple in Xuancheng District." ”

"Then you must have grown up in the miner's new village, right?" Wang Wenhua imitated the Northern Liao accent of a short-haired girl.

"No, the miners' new village is full of coal blacks. My parents were intellectuals and taught. ”

"So, I'm going to tell you, I'm not the boss. I am a cadre of an agency, with a fixed salary every month, and I don't have a car or a mansion. ”

"I don't believe it." The short-haired girl looked at Wang Wenhua again, "You must be from Beijing." ”

"How do you know?"

"Who am I, how smart I am." She was smug, "Just now in KTV, you are obviously the protagonist, the female boss is respectful like a god, she stuffed me with 300 yuan, and said let me take care of you, the boss from Beijing." ”

"Don't call me boss again, I've said it all, I'm a homeless man who is so poor that I have nothing, and it's likely that you are richer than me."

The short-haired girl didn't answer Wang Wenhua's words, and said to herself: "You know what? We are accompanied by bald and big-bellied middle-aged uncles all year round, no way, who makes them rich?

"It's so rare to find a handsome guy as young as you, so when you walk in tonight, the sisters all say who you ordered, who is lucky, and you have to eat seafood stalls another day."

"You're exalting me too much." Wang Wenhua was speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to continue. He smiled nonchalantly and changed the subject: "Have you ever been to Beijing?" ”

"Nope. Where can a person like me go to Beijing? Not to mention Beijing, you can't get along in your hometown in the Northeast! The short-haired girl asked Wang Wenhua for a cigarette, lit it skillfully and smoked, "I've always wanted to go to Beijing to play, and I want to see the Forbidden City and the Summer Palace." ”

She laughed stupidly for a while, "In addition, I also want to go to Beijing to eat Quanjude roast duck, climb the Great Wall, and go to Tianammonia Square to watch the flag-raising." The first song I learned when I was a child was "I love Beijing Ammonia Gate, the sun ......rises on the Ammonia Gate"

The short-haired girl acts as a little girl, singing the whole nursery rhyme as if no one else is around. Looking at her flashes of childishness, Wang Wenhua's heart instantly softened, he also lit a cigarette for himself, pretending to be casual and said: "If you have the opportunity, I will take you to Beijing to play, everything will be arranged by me, how about it?" ”

The short-haired girl was not as excited as Wang Wenhua expected: "Come less, you tease me again, who will believe the wine talk." She pouted at him, looking at him through it. This made Wang Wenhua a little embarrassed, and took advantage of the situation to find the bottom of the stairs:

"I mean what I say, and it's okay if you don't believe me. As long as you are free, as long as I have the opportunity to travel again, I will take you there and entertain you well. ”

"I'm sorry, but I'll excuse you to say it again." The short-haired girl put the smartphone she had turned on to persuade her to live in the middle of the dining table, her head in her hands, and a wicked smile on her face.

Wang Wenhua glanced at his phone, and then looked up at the short-haired girl, her slightly provocative eyes seemed to ask him, do you dare?

This naughty move once again made Wang Wenhua laugh. He extinguished his cigarette and repeated the promise he had just made: "Seriously, as long as you can go to Beijing, I will invite you."

"Of course, declare in advance, don't think about five-star hotels, luxury cars and dinners, and I don't have that ability. But at least I'll give you food, shelter, and fun......"

"Deal." The short-haired girl put away her phone and pressed the stop button in a chic manner, "I'll make you cool." She smirked.

For more than ten minutes after that, the two sat speechless, she lowered her head to send and receive text messages, and he smoked his cigarette. The windows were filled with mist, the night rain was drifting outside, and the air was mixed with the smell of perfume, seafood and tobacco.

For a few minutes, Wang Wenhua felt that the atmosphere he created with the short-haired girl was very similar to the lingering and confused picture of a lover in a Western movie.

After a few bowls of hot soup, an indescribable comfort went up and down Wang Wenhua's body, and the wine also woke up more than half. He stretched and yawned; glanced at the short-haired girl, she slid the touch screen of her mobile phone, giggled from time to time, and swiped Weibo.

"I'll show you this." The short-haired girl stretched out her mobile phone in front of Wang Wenhua's eyes, and the colorful photo was her photo. She took a bite of a cream cake with an exaggerated expression and smiled heartlessly.

"Did you shoot in the studio?"

"Nope. It was taken by a big photographer from Beijing. ”

"Great photographer? Self-styled, right? Hehe, this kind of picture, it's better not to show it to strangers......"

"Hmm. You look serious, you can't imagine that you're very good at making people happy, and you don't lie to girls, right? ”