The tripartite talks continued, but they did not go very smoothly, and it took more than an hour to end after stumbling. It was already almost eleven o'clock, and Meng Zhuang asked for leave for Yan Jingzhou.

Outside the school, Meng Zhuang asked Yan Jingzhou: "Are you still in the mood to eat?" ”

"Of course, only in terms of food I am rain or shine."

Meng Zhuang drove Yan Jingzhou to the restaurant on the 42nd floor of the Times Building in the center of the city, from which he could almost overlook the entire city. It was the first time that Yan Jingzhou had climbed so high.

There are many things on her mind, such as: the risk of the building collapsing and the chances of escape in the event of an earthquake; Another example is whether this building has been cut corners.

It's Monday, and it's not yet time to get off work, so there are three tables of guests in their restaurant, all sitting by the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, enjoying the city while they wait for their meal.

From here, you can see the city in full view.

Yan Jingzhou pressed against the glass and looked down, the closer her eyes were to the ground, the faster her heart was beating. When he finally saw the street below, his heart rate was above 12. Fear enveloped her, almost robbing her of consciousness.

Meng Zhuang looked at the distance with an expressionless face, and Yan Jingzhou asked him, "What are you thinking?" ”

"Nothing."

Yan Jingzhou said: "There is no expression in such a place, which is explained as a solemn mood. ”

The corners of Meng Zhuang's mouth moved, it could be regarded as a smile, and then he immediately returned to expressionlessness.

Yan Jingzhou leaned over and poked his face: "Smile happily when eating with girls, you won't find a girlfriend if you put on this stinky face." ”

Meng Zhuang regarded her as a naughty sister and called her like a child: "Sit well." ”

Yan Jingzhou sat down obediently and coquettishly with Meng Zhuang: "Tell me, what are you thinking?" ”

"Nothing." Meng Zhuang's answer remained unchanged, but his tone became gentle and affectionate, no longer cold.

The waiter brought ice cream and took the opportunity to sell: "Our store has started to launch a heart-to-heart activity on Christmas Eve, you can participate in it with a couple card, are you interested?" ”

Yan Jingzhou looked at Meng Zhuang expectantly.

Meng Zhuang replied to the waiter: "You misunderstood, we are brother and sister." ”

The waiter bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry to interrupt me." ”

After the waiter left, Yan Jingzhou muttered in a low voice: "What's the matter, we are not real brothers and sisters, and Christmas Eve happens to be Saturday." She specifically said that Christmas Eve was Saturday and hoped that Meng Zhuang would change her mind.

Meng Zhuang turned his head out of the window and supported his cheek with one hand:

"I don't have time for Christmas. And even if I wanted to, my aunt wouldn't agree to me taking you to such an event. ”

Yan Jingzhou scooped a big spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, and blocked her mouth from saying the sentence: "Don't let her know about coming secretly." ”

Before the ice cream was finished, the rest of the things were served one after another, and Meng Zhuang said, "You should eat ice cream after dinner." ”

"It's strange that humans invent all kinds of delicacies to satisfy their appetites, but they have developed a lot of rules that limit their appetite." After Yan Jingzhou finished arguing, he immediately swept the food on the plate.

Unlike her gluttonous attitude, Meng Zhuang eats very slowly, chewing carefully and slowly on every bite of food.

Yan Jingzhou ate seven or eight minutes full, and also learned to eat like Meng Zhuang. She suddenly realized that Meng Zhuang might not be chewing slowly, he was not expecting the food on the plate.

Whether it tastes good or not, he doesn't feel like this at all, he just follows the body's signals and replenishes the nutrients needed to maintain the function.

Yan Jingzhou ate two bites of food, peeked at Meng Zhuang, and lowered his head to continue eating.

After three or four times, Meng Zhuang finally spoke: "Is there anything you want to say?" ”

Yan Jingzhou had food in her mouth, lowered her head, and said vaguely, "I don't want to see a psychiatrist." ”

"Do you feel like you don't need to, or do you just don't want to go?"

"I don't want to go, and I don't feel like I need to."

Meng Zhuang didn't look at her directly, and only said after half a minute: "Then I won't go; Want to go to church or something? ”

Yan Jingzhou raised his head and looked at Meng Zhuang, his eyes full of surprise. After a moment, he nodded and agreed: "Well, I kind of want to go." ”

Actually, she hadn't thought about it at all before this, she wasn't a Christian, and she didn't like churches and temples or anything that had anything to do with gods and ghosts. She would even be afraid to sacrifice her ancestors during the New Year's holidays (such as making her ancestors angry because of her poor etiquette, or her ancestors seeing her too cute and teasing her, etc.). ）

Before the high school entrance examination, I went to the Confucius Temple to pray for blessings, and everyone else was very pious, but Yan Jingzhou hid in fear. If she had visited, she would have had nightmares at night, dreaming that Confucius was holding a whip and urging her to study.

On Valentine's Day, she went to the Yuelao Temple, and at night she dreamed that she was lonely and died of starvation in the dark and damp basement.

The day after Meng Zhuang returned, she bought a cupid model, and dreamed at night that she was alone in the dark night, holding the red rope of fate in her hand

, the other end of the rope is tied with an arrow of love.

She told Mei Yu about this dream, and Mei Yu smiled for a long time and comforted her: "Don't be sad, you still have me." ”

Yan Jingzhou was pitiful and begged for comfort: "At least tell me that dreams are more realistic, it's the opposite." ”

Mei Yu pretended to sigh deeply: "I just said this under normal circumstances, but you also know your situation......"

Since then, Yan Jingzhou has vowed to never have anything to do with gods and ghosts again. In fact, it was decided like this before, but even if she didn't want to, all kinds of situations could not be avoided. This time was the same, her desire to go to church with Meng Zhuang outweighed her fear of the church.

Yan Jingzhou forcibly suppressed those bad memories and said to Meng Zhuang: "Maybe, I really need to talk to someone......"

Is this a sincere statement? Yan Jingzhou herself is not very clear, but she does want to find someone who will listen to her and forget it after hearing it. "A priest should be such a profession," Yan Jingzhou thought, so she said to Meng Zhuang:

"Can you stay with me? Although I can also find a girlfriend to accompany me, but ...... This creature ......" Yan Jingzhou couldn't think of the right words, but she was sure that the meaning she wanted to express had already been conveyed to Meng Zhuang.

Meng Zhuang said, "Okay, I'll pick you up from school on Saturday." ”

Youth is the brain of love, this sentence is absolutely true.

Yan Jingzhou held back the ecstasy in her heart and said seriously: "Okay." "Completely leave the fear of God behind. I was planning what to wear in order to attract Meng Zhuang's attention to the greatest extent. And from the bottom of my heart, I am grateful to myself for saving in the past, and I have reserved the necessary funds for this moment's needs.