"Would you like some breakfast?"

After seeing Chu Ge come in, the boss put down the newspaper in his hand and greeted him in a hoarse and low voice.

Chu Ge found an empty seat and replied:

"Yes, what's ready?"

The boss pointed to a guest next to him and said:

"There are steamed spring rolls and mashed potato salad, and the things to drink are barley tea and fresh milk, and the porridge with minced meat is already a little cold, so you can heat it up if you want to eat it."

Chu Ge looked around and found that each customer had eaten hard, and it was impossible to tell from their faces which food was more delicious.

An acquaintance told him that when you don't know what to eat, you can order your usual food.

That's true, but if you keep doing that, life will be too dull.

"Just give me spring rolls, it seems like I haven't eaten them in a long time."

I don't have much of an appetite, but the things made by the boss are delicious at all times.

People who hate long meat will surely hate this place quite a bit.

It's a bad habit to be willing to eat more, no matter how full you are.

The steamed spring rolls were exuding the unique smell of cumin, and there seemed to be a little white pepper mixed in them, which made people can't help but move their index fingers, and just as Chu Ge was about to enjoy it, a familiar voice sounded.

"Good morning, boss, bring me a big bowl of ramen!"

The man who had just come in had slightly long black hair, shallow bangs on his forehead, a handsome face, and a smile on his face all the time, like a sunny boy, which made people feel kind.

His figure is not strong, just the standard of ordinary people, but the biceps exposed from under the black tights are angular, and the straight waist reveals a heroic color, adding a bit of maturity to him.

The boss coughed, frowned, and said:

"It's not healthy to eat ramen in the morning, so why don't you have something that's easy to digest?"

Qin Han shook his head absently, touched his stomach and smiled:

"When it comes to fueling, ramen is a great choice!"

Hearing Qin Han's insistence, the boss had no choice but to walk towards the kitchen and prepare ramen while heating the broth.

"Huh? Chu Ge, it turns out that you are also here! ”

When Qin Han had just sat down, he suddenly noticed Chu Ge sitting next to him.

Chu Ge put down his chopsticks and greeted Qin Han with a smile:

"Are you here for breakfast too? But it's a little far away from Chenming, why did you come here? ”

Qin Han shook his head and sighed, and replied:

"The old lady in the family was drunk after negotiating business with others before, I just took her back to rest, and I wanted to eat something by the way."

Chu Ge's face showed a hint of understanding, and said with a smile:

"You still have such a good relationship with your mother."

Qin Han patted his forehead helplessly and said:

"I'm so worried she'll get drunk in a glass of wine one day."

The two of them chatted word by word, and when the ramen was served, Qin Han seemed to realize that he seemed to be running out of time, and after quickly solving the ramen in front of him, he waved goodbye to Chu Ge.

Because it was not yet the class time of Luchuan High School, Chu Ge asked the boss for a cup of barley tea with honey, drank it slowly, and waited for the passage of time.

The boss put away the empty noodle bowl and asked Chu Ge:

"Are you familiar with the guest just now, and it seems that you have a good relationship?"

Chu Ge was slightly stunned, tilted his head sideways and looked in the direction of the door of the store, and fell into memory:

"Would the boss like to hear our story?"

Without waiting for the boss to answer, he said to himself,

"Because of the business relationship between my parents, Qin Han and I have known each other since childhood, and we studied together in elementary and junior high school."

"I remember that at that time, he was just a little fat man, because he had a gentle temper and never got angry, so he was often bullied by our gang, and sometimes he was even beaten to the point that his face was full of scars."

"Once, while playing, he was pushed off the climbing frame by me, fell and seriously injured him, and was taken to the hospital."

"When he was hospitalized in the hospital, he accidentally saw his mother's crying face, and he felt very uncomfortable."

"After that, he started to exercise well, not only to not be bullied by us, but more importantly, not to make his mother sad again."

He asked his mother to hire him as a trainer in sanda and jiu-jitsu, and he worked hard day after day, maturing his skills day by day, and his body became stronger and stronger.

"Just when we were worried about whether he would retaliate, he suddenly came to us happily and told us that he had qualified for the national competition and was in the junior division of Sanda, and he wanted us to cheer for him......

Hearing this, the boss's expression moved, and he suddenly interrupted Chu Ge:

"Wait, are you talking about the dark horse that suddenly appeared three years ago? No wonder I'm a little familiar. ”

Chu Ge took a sip of barley tea and continued slowly:

"Yes, it's him, he actually won the national championship in one go, which really surprised us!"

"After he won the championship, our gang went to him to apologize and get his forgiveness, and he happily forgave us."

"To be honest, I don't think he really hated us, and he has always embraced everything in that strong and gentle heart."

"Now he has become a good man beyond our reach."

The boss nodded, and agreed:

"What an easy person to admire, no wonder you have such a good relationship with him."

"It's not good at all!"

Chu Ge drank the barley tea in the cup in one go, and there was a residual unwillingness in his voice, but in the end, it turned into a bland relief,

"It's not good at all......

He stared at the empty cup, suddenly chuckled, handed the cup to the boss, and said:

"He's my former rival, and I hate him."

"Immature people, failed people, it's always been me."

After confirming that the calm on Chu Ge's face was indeed sincere, the boss took the cup with confidence and asked:

"Would you like some sake?"

Chu Ge lifted his backpack and waved his hand at the boss:

"No, I should go too."

When I left the purple, the sky was already shining with gold, and the early spring sun could not make people feel warm, but it could make people feel distance and expectation.

It's like that immature and fragile emotion.

Those original expectations had already disappeared from my mind one day in my previous life, when I didn't even know it.

It doesn't matter if you forget or look back, there is no wishful thinking, no sentimentality, no fate, no fate, and even no thoughts.

Whether it was him in the past or he is now, nothing has changed much in essence.

All have a pure and innocent pursuit.

All are weak.