Well, Zhang Lang admitted that he was indeed accosting.

This is not just a simple pick-up, but even the first time in Zhang Lang's life that he asked for a girl's name and contact information.

If it were put in 20 years, it might be equivalent to another meaning, "Hey, beauty, about it?" ”

But now Zhang Lang relies on the advantage of age, but he will not be considered a hooligan.

If it is twenty years or even ten years from now, it will be regarded as a hooligan.

And looking at Su Ziyue, who was babbling on the side, made Zhang Lang feel a little painful.

If it weren't for the fact that this girl was his boss, Zhang Lang would have already ruthlessly let this girl know what a real man is and what a real man is.

Still talk nonsense with her?

However, for Su Ziyue, what Zhang Lang can do now is to ignore her as much as possible.

Otherwise, you will be ridiculed by her sooner or later and die.

Su Ziyue was also very strange.

Obviously just a teenage child, but being teased by himself like this, he didn't show the slightest nervousness, and even showed the calmness of a mature man.

The wind is light.

Su Ziyue felt very strange about Zhang Lang.

It's as if it's the boy in front of you, not the boy.

And at this moment, Zhang Lang was even more nervous.

Because the blonde girl kept looking at herself and didn't speak, her gaze was not the same feeling as "burning", but it gave people another kind of firmness.

This kind of gaze is as soft as water, but it also has no desire.

That's very strange.

That's right!

This person is a "three-nil girl".

That is, those silent girls, who lack facial expressions, and are difficult to see the psychology of closed hearts.

No mouth, no expression, no heart.

No mouth means few words, even if you speak, it is the simplest and most concise answer; Expressionless refers to having no expression, not seeing sadness or joy, not seeing inner psychological emotions, and feeling cold and unmoved by the outside world; Heartlessness refers to the inability to understand the feelings and colors of one's heart. It's not that Zhang Lang thinks that the blonde girl has no heart, but just that Zhang Lang thinks that the inner world of this blonde girl is not the same as the one that his current self can touch.

At least so far, Zhang Lang's cognition of blonde girls can be said to be quite small.

Zhang Lang had only heard of it before, but today he really saw it.

Zhang Lang didn't know what kind of experience it was to form this kind of three-no-girl girl.

But this is also a very rare species in the world, right?

After a long time, it seemed like a century.

When Zhang Lang thought that he had been rejected, the blonde girl suddenly took out a small notebook from her jacket pocket, then opened it, took a pen from Su Ziyue's bar, and then wrote something on it.

Just after writing something, the blonde girl, suddenly for a long time.

Zhang Lang was a little surprised when the blonde girl gave him a notebook.

Could it be that you have succeeded?

No, maybe there's something bad in the book, like "you're a good person", or "we're not suitable" or something like that.

Zhang Lang still remembers that the blonde girl can speak, and before on the street in the Peony District, this girl also made some phone calls in person, but later, Zhang Lang never heard the blonde girl say a word again.

And what made Zhang Lang more painful was that the blonde girl was on the phone at that time, but in the phone call, whether she used French or German, anyway, it was a language that Zhang Lang couldn't understand.

It could also be Italian, or a dialect of a town in the British Empire.

In short, Zhang Lang could never guess what language it was.

When Zhang Lang finished the book, Zhang Lang suddenly saw something on it.

Viola von...... Hey, no, it's just Viola, it turns out that you can write Chinese, and you write well. Zhang Lang looked at the notes on the small notebook, and sighed with some emotion, this girl's handwriting is really good.

It's just that the girl's name, called Viola, is a pretty good name.

However, there was a coating on the back, and everything was smeared off, but Zhang Lang actually said the word "Feng" casually, as if it was very familiar.

And when Su Ziyue looked at Zhang Lang again, there was something else in her eyes.

"Mix me another cocktail, this time it's the Met, not Bloody Mary, it's too much momentum." Su Ziyue wanted to support Zhang Lang.

"Boss, give me some more time, I haven't asked for Viola's contact information yet." Zhang Lang felt that he was a little shameless.

But I don't know why, Zhang Lang wants to know this blonde girl very much, maybe it is related to his memory, or maybe this blonde girl gives people a desire to protect her, so that she can't be hurt.

"Go, you go quickly, I'll help you get the contact information, and I'll give it to you when you come back later." Su Ziyue wanted to open Zhang Lang, so she dealt with it casually.

"Really! That's good, if you buy one get one free later, Sister Ziyue, you will also give it to me. Zhang Lang grinned.

"Cut, didn't you just call me boss? Why are you calling me Sister Ziyue again? Su Ziyue said angrily.

……

Zhang Lang went to mix the Cosmopolitan cocktail and went to the second floor.

The raw materials for Bloody Mary are all available on the first floor, so Zhang Lang didn't go to the second floor, but the raw materials for this cocktail in the metropolis are all on the second floor.

After seeing Zhang Lang's figure disappear on the stairs, Su Ziyue's smiling face suddenly calmed down, and she looked at the blonde girl with burning eyes, the girl who should now be called 'Viola'.

"Tell me, how the hell did you find him?" Su Ziyue said very suspiciously.

The blonde girl was silent as always, and Su Ziyue was not annoyed, she just said to herself, "It stands to reason that he should be seeing you for the first time today, right?" Why can I guess your middle name? But if you know your name, why do you only know your middle name and not your back name? ”

Su Ziyue's doubts, why not Viola's doubts?

It's just that Viola is not good at expressing herself now.

Why, would he know my own name?

However, there is absolutely nothing wrong with this feeling.

After so many years, although his appearance has changed and his memory seems to be wrong, it feels so familiar.

You can't go wrong with that feeling.

Even though Viola was a member of the German Empire, it stands to reason that she should have followed a certain religion and recognized the existence of God.

But Viola is a maverick, and she's always believed in science.

But when you encounter Zhang Lang today, what kind of science is it?

Why does this boy feel so familiar to him, but why, he doesn't know anything about himself?

What's even more speechless is that this boy, a few years later, actually grew in reverse?

This is all an unscientific thing, and it is also impossible to do things.

However, Viola believed her guess very much, as if Zhang Lang was able to guess the middle surname he had written just now.

The word 'Feng' and the word 'horse' behind it have been erased.

But Zhang Lang was able to guess that the name was called Feng, not something like 'decision' and '溁', which made Viola confused again.

After so many years, finding it again, Viola won't give up easily.

"Hehe, you're very confused, aren't you?" Su Ziyue said, it seems, in her words, there is no frivolity just now, but she said very seriously and seriously, "I also feel very strange, the person you are talking about, I haven't noticed it, the name Zhang Lang is thousands of people in China, but there are only a few people who are really brilliant." ”

"Over the years, I have helped you find the medical community, the literary world, the legal community, etc., but there is really a boy as amazing and brilliant as you said, there is really none." Su Ziyue sighed.

looked at Viola, who was silent on the side, and suddenly said, "Is it worth it for a boy?" And it's not necessarily the love that can be obtained. ”

"......" Viola was silent for a long time, and finally, raised the notebook in her hand.

"......" Su Ziyue was also speechless.

In the notebook, Viola didn't write anything 'worthy' or 'not worthy', but wrote a 'I do'.

Yes, the tone of the words is as if 'I will'.

But only Su Ziyue's body knew what Viola was shouldering on her shoulders.

A sentence of 'I do' actually put down all the burdens on my body.

"Hehe, I really envy you for having this kind of courage, if that man is really like you said, then I also want to fight for it, for so many years, I have never been moved by a boy." Su Ziyue teased.

Viola didn't say anything at this time, didn't object, and was as silent as ever.

"You're not angry? I'm robbing your boyfriend! Su Ziyue was puzzled, Viola liked that man so much, how could she not want to monopolize it.

After saying such a big rebellious thing, Su Ziyue was a little uncomfortable without being beaten by Viola.

"He's not my boyfriend yet." What was written in the book was this sentence, but there was no answer to Su Ziyue's question.

"Hey, hey, you didn't answer my question, answer it head-on." Su Ziyue quit.

Zhang Lang quickly took the wine glass down.

gave Su Ziyue a copy of Metropolis, and took Viola a glass of orange juice.

The two of them drank, and Su Ziyue said that it was closed tonight, you kid hurry home, you can't be late tomorrow, dare to be late, and after saying something like you, she drove out Zhang Lang, who was confused by the second monk.

"......" Zhang Lang didn't know what was going on, and pushed the little broken car home.

Su Lei should be asleep, Zhang Lang didn't dare to disturb, she had to go to school tomorrow, and she couldn't rest too late.

Lying down, just about to sleep, Zhang Lang suddenly heard a fist wind on the right side of his face.

There was someone in the room!