Sixty-seven taste it, first bitter and then sweet, the taste of life!

Fang Bin is a hillbilly into the city, high-end bathing equipment will not be used, in case the water can not be released or not adjusted well, but out of the foreign appearance, simply stand under the lotus shower head to take a shower, warm water waterfall like a drench, the whole body is comfortable. After taking a bath, Fang Bin went to the living room to boil a pot of water, and shouted to the small bedroom: "Fu Yue, do you drink tea or coffee?" ”

"Whatever!" Fu Yue replied loudly, the sound of running water rattled, obviously she hadn't finished washing yet. Fang Bin has no research on tea, and he is even more unfamiliar with coffee, fortunately, Fu Yue didn't say that he wanted to drink coffee, otherwise he really didn't know how to brew it, so he mocked himself in his heart, and brewed two cups of West Lake Longjing.

"Thank you!" Fu Yue walked out, put on an elegant blue nightdress, rubbed her hair with a bath towel, her cheeks were soaked in hot water, and the wisps of fragrant fragrance came over, carrying a breath of heat. She didn't use the title, looked at the tea on the table, and smiled. In fact, Fu Yue is very beautiful, with short hair, delicate face, clear eyes, tall and well-proportioned, without the plump and elegant of Yurong, but more youthful and beautiful. Fang Bin's chest jumped a few times, avoiding her gaze, not daring to look at each other. Although he is not a disciple, he is not Yanagi Hui, if he can't hold back his youthful impulse, not only will he not be able to resist Yu'er, but also let others look down on him.

"Why don't you blow dry? Mo caught a cold. Fang Bin swallowed and squeezed out a smile.

"Okay---!" Fu Yue stared at Fang Bin for a while, grinned, and walked back to the small bedroom. After a while, she changed into beige slacks, a purple blouse with blue edges, and white half-high heels, and walked over, Qianqian smiled, "Let's go outside for a walk, shall we?" It's not fun to stay in the room. ”

"Okay." Fang Bin was feeling embarrassed, and immediately said in a loud voice, no matter how he sounded that tone, it seemed to be a little excited, Fu Yue turned his head to look at him again, and secretly pursed his lips and smiled. The two men went out one after the other, went downstairs, and walked down the hall.

"You're going to the scene, huh?" Fu Yue was a few steps behind Fang Bin, unable to do anything, so he stopped and looked at him with a smile. Fang Bin waited in place, waiting for Fu Yue to catch up, carefully closing her feet, not daring to be big or small, following the same steps, no matter how you look at it, it is a little funny, but fortunately, it is night, and no one pays attention.

The night market in April and May, the lights are brilliant, the high-rise buildings have become a bright sea, and the warm sea breeze blows from all directions, refreshing, soft and soft.

"Fu Yue, tomorrow, we will go to run a few real estate projects for sale, pretend to be buyers, and see how they sell and how they deal with customers." Fang Bin walked for a while, returned to normal, and naturally became much more natural.

"Okay, you're the boss, listen to you." Fu Yue grinned.

Unconsciously, the two of them were almost on Hengshan Road, bustling with people, some laughing and scolding loudly, and some wearing navel belly pockets. A man with an open chest and an open back, holding a pot of charcoal fire, is grilling mutton skewers, filled with the smell of meat and cumin, whether it is an XJ person, but can not be verified, just with the waving big pu fan, the bursts of aroma fan all over every corner, as well as the rap and the shouting of the second monk who is confused, people have to believe that this mutton skewer is authentic. A young woman holds fragrant mutton in one hand, cocks her little finger, grins the corners of her mouth and tastes carefully, the bright lips and the food in her mouth all add a beautiful scenery to the noisy city night scene.

"How so?" Fu Yue was a little disappointed, "In my impression, Hengshan Road should be like this: night falls quietly, and in the dim candlelight, guests in evening dresses are in the Friday restaurant, holding wine glasses, talking softly. Under the lush French plane trees, outside the walls of the International Chapel opposite, a couple is whispering, and a Ferrari red sports car is speeding by, like a gust of wind, a fire, speeding by, and in an instant, the tranquility is restored. Fu Yue is like a poet, describing imaginary scenes. Fang Bin smiled heartily: "Little girl, don't be beautiful!" Where did you get these from? Zhang Ailing's novels, or Xu Zhimo's poems? ”

"Say that you are uneducated, you are a writer, and you are not emotional at all!" Fu Yue glared at him, as if he was angry, as if it was true as if it was false. Fang Bin didn't answer, didn't want to fall into ambiguity, and didn't want to be too embarrassed, he smiled and pointed to the street sign not far away: "This is Urumqi Road?" I'll invite you to eat lamb skewers. ”

"Mouth full of oil!" Fu Yue pursed her lips and smiled mischievously: "Didn't you want to make me coffee just now?" Will you? Or invite me to coffee

Coffee bar? ”

"Okay!" Fang Bin hesitated for a few seconds, but Fu Yue smiled happily and took his arm.

"W----, isn't this okay?" Fang Bin was a little at a loss, he wanted to pull it out, but he was embarrassed.

"Isn't that right?" Fu Yue's face flushed, "If we come to drink coffee in the middle of the night like a stranger, what do you let people imagine us to be?" Fang Bin thought about it, and didn't say anything, but his body and arms were all stiff.

Hengshan Road, formerly known as Petain Road, is connected to the commercial center Xujiahui in the south and Huaihai Road, a fashionable shopping street in the north, which is a quiet channel between the two prosperous areas. Those French plane trees, which are still dense to this day, bear witness to how this romance transplanted from France took root in the city of S. Many years have passed, and S City has gone from the warbler song and swallow dance in the colonial period to the current fashion and gorgeous. Huaihai Road, Xujiahui, and Nanjing Road, these large pieces of modern ink and heavy color, smeared on her chest and neck. But fortunately, a small Hengshan Road has kept a shallow path for its past in the depths of his heart. There are a large number of bars and cafes such as the Cultivation and Reading Garden, the Scholarly Tea Workshop, the Melrosecafé, the OldTimes, the Secretgarden, True Love, the Hongfan Theme Music Bar, the Fulu Jazz Music Bar, and the Kevin Cafe Restaurant...... You can find anything you want about romance, exoticism, nostalgia or loneliness here.

Fu Yue took Fang Bin into Kevin's Cafe Restaurant, it felt like a European roadside café, full of many Europeans, Taiwanese and Hong Kongers, leisurely, without the usual noise at all, and there were a few old Teng chairs at the small table, which really felt like returning to the old S market in the thirties and forties.

"What do you two want?" The waiter with a ponytail walked over to the small table. Fang Bin had only had coffee with Xiong Sihui once, and had no right to speak, smiling and stretching out his hand to Fu Yue, the little girl thought he was a gentleman and pursed her lips and smiled. Fu Yue ordered an espresso sorbet, a coffee latte, chocolate mousse and tiramisu.

Why do these beautiful girls like to drink that bitter coffee? Fang Bin looked at the rows of French plane trees in the dark night, listening to soothing music, it felt really a romantic place, but he had never been to Yu'er. Thinking of Yu'er, her soft face appeared in front of her, a shallow gentle smile, the soft and fragrant feeling of holding it in her arms, her whole body was hot, her face slowly turned red, and she smiled slightly.

Fu Yue admired Fang Bin's expression constantly changing, guessing that he might not have been here, a little shy, a little unaccustomed, added a piece of sugar to the coffee sent by the waiter, stirred it carefully, and gently pushed it over: "Taste it, first bitter and then sweet, the taste of life!" ”

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