Volume 1: The Tide of Dusk: A Prelude to Teenagers and Girls (4)

When they came to their senses, they were sitting next to each other in front of the smoky iron plate.

The paper bag in his hand had already been taken by the waiter, An Yiran shook his hands that were finally free, and looked at the slightly older figure in front of him.

The master with a small beard is delicately flipping the bright red and blood-colored beef in front of him, the juice splashing on the iron plate and steaming a trace of green smoke, and the rich aroma overflows from the turning shovel and fills the air around him.

This scene reminded him of the uncle who fried iron plate squid at the entrance of the community, but the chef in front of him was obviously a high-end version, wearing a sophisticated white suit and a brand-new square scarf, busy under the lazy light, and the aroma of the meat instantly reached saturation under the skillful technique, and passed into An Yiran's nose.

Of course, if this master puts it on the stall in front of his house, the squid feels like it can be sold at least the price of a four-star hotel.

The small private room was full of air conditioning, and the chef put the beef cut into the thickness of the index finger on the plate, handed it to the two, and did not forget to sprinkle a pinch of rose salt while pushing the small plate over.

"The best A5, please use it. ”

The broken Chinese made An Yiran sneer and wanted to laugh, but looking at the four words executive chef on the small silver medal on the chef's chest in front of him, he still tried his best to hold back.

It is extremely impolite to point fingers at other people's shortcomings, and he has never forgotten that his conceited family education is not bad.

The chef in front of him was different from the previous respectful clerks, he seemed to see through An Yiran's thoughts, smiled heartily, and said frankly that he was from a foreign country, and Chinese had never been standard.

He picked up the square towel, wiped the water stains on the iron plate in front of him, and slowly changed the subsequent ingredients into various patterns on the board.

It was the same mystery card that got the same treatment, and in this restaurant that sells Wagyu beef, the executive chef was specially arranged to serve them.

The restaurant that emphasized Japanese-style service did not arrange a group of attendants in the private room, which made An Yiran breathe a sigh of relief, at least at the two o'clock of eating and going to the toilet, it was unacceptable for him to be watched by too many people.

He picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, the touch of dissolving in his mouth made him suspect that he was eating ice cream, and what made him care more was that it was equivalent to a few thousand dollars, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was eating money.

The chef was busy rolling over a piece of foie gras, and he looked at the man and woman sitting across from him.

The boy in the Burberry checked shirt wore a slightly unkempt hairstyle, and his tangled eyes fell on the beef cube in front of him, while the girl in the army green loose short T on the side looked calm, wrapped her hair behind her ears, and elegantly sipped a low-alcohol plum wine.

The stark contrast of the two movements made him smile like an old father, and in his eyes, these two young men with a lot of gold seemed to bring him back to his long-lost youth, and even the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to have been soothed a lot.

He guessed correctly, but it was the girl who was really golden.

This girl who holds the black card issued by the headquarters of the Amex company does not have the innate sense of dignity that belongs to the elite class, she just faintly uses it to buy what she needs, lightly accepts everyone's meticulous service, and then lightly expresses her gratitude to them for their labor.

The boy she was traveling with was too, of course, carrying six large paper bags like a personal porter for hundreds of dollars before he switched into a Burberry checked short-sleeved shirt and khaki topstitched cropped trousers, and stepped into his vintage Chelsea boots.

After almost half being coerced by Lin Xiaojia to change into this set, his rank was also rapidly promoted in the attention of the surrounding clerks.

It became like a personal porter who could only be hired for a thousand dollars.

Of course, he wasn't very impressed with these things, and to be honest, this striped shirt was really not as comfortable as his cotton T-shirt, and his T-shirt was printed with his favorite Diva.

But when Lin Xiaojia forcibly swiped the card to pay, by the way, he handed him a look that if you are verbose, I will burn your original body, he had to give in.

"Being able to make the most of the resources at hand is also a kind of ability. ”

Lin Xiaojia picked up a piece of foie gras and put it in his mouth, his small lips soaked with overflowing juice and smooth.

"Even if we don't think so, after all, we put our lives on the line to protect everything in this world, don't we? ”

She took another sip of plum wine, the faint sourness that made her wrinkle her nose.

"So even if you have some privileges, you don't need to be upset or anything, because the starting point is different from those who have strong desires. ”

"I really can't see that you feel that you are cold and indifferent to everything, and you still have such deep philosophical insights?"

He stuffed the rest of the beef into his mouth, and even such a large bite did not satisfy him, and the meat that looked like it was made of gold was not suitable for him.

"yes, I don't think I'm cold. Lin Xiaojia still had that faint tone.

"Look, your tone is very cold now!"

"I just don't have a lot of interest in most things. ”

"Legend has it that there is a class of people who, like you, have no desires or desires. ”

"What kind?"

"Nun. ”

“。。。 ”

The long chopsticks in Lin Xiaojia's hand trembled, and she couldn't help but let her raised hand go down to the boy next to her, just like An Yiran was always tough on her, and she herself sometimes really took An Yiran, who could always say cheap things calmly.

Although the two are superiors and subordinates of each other, they are similar in age, and she can't show the posture of an elder to preach, which will inevitably be ridiculed by An Yiran.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and sent another sip of wine to her mouth.

"Do you come to this kind of place often?"

"No, in my free time, I occasionally go to similar places on my own. ”

"Alone? Are you really like me, remember the first time we met? I was eating that perverted and spicy ramen in that alley. ”

As he spoke, he thought back to the scene of his first meeting with Lin Xiaojia not long ago.

Although it was really not a pleasant memory, he was dragged into such a bizarre world as a capable person from that day on.

"Well, do you regret it?"

Lin Xiaojia turned his head and looked at the boy beside him, his expression had always been mournful, and some of the corners of his eyes that were hanged were more serious and would develop in the direction of dead fish eyes.

It's as if she's seen it somewhere.

"What do you regret, I'm a person, I never regret the established facts. ”

He put down the chopsticks in his hand, and his firm tone sounded to himself like the babbling of a philosopher.

"What about regrets, we all do. ”

"You can really drink!"

Seeing that Lin Xiaojia was halfway through his words, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, he couldn't help but admire, it was the first time he had seen a girl drinking in front of him.

"Alcohol can't invade my body, and drinking it is not much like drinking water. ”

"That's not good, you can't get drunk if you want to. ”

"Why do you want to get drunk?"

"When people feel that reality is not satisfactory, or when they are in a bad mood, they will want to get drunk. Drunk can paralyze yourself, but even if you are drunk, you can still clearly feel everything around you, and you will know that you are running away from all this, but your hands and feet will not listen to you. ”

He gestured to depict the drunken state more vividly.

"As soon as the body doesn't listen to me, people think, oh, even this is none of my business, it's not that I don't want to control myself, it's that I can't do it. Then you can immerse yourself in the world of illusions and revel, without the slightest sense of guilt. ”

"It really sounds like a coward's behavior. ”

Hearing Lin Xiaojia say this, there was a slight hesitation in his eyes.

"No, running away isn't always a coward's behavior. ”

"Oh?"

"When faced with a crisis, or when you know that you can't do it, shouldn't it be a smart person's decision not to face it? ”

"That's right. ”

She straightened her long hair, and the faint scent of freesia emanated from her neck, and she smelled it for a while.

"But the so-called prophets, even if they know that they are invincible, they have to fight for everything they have to fight for a glimmer of hope. ”

At this point, her eyes gradually softened, as if the ice somewhere was slowly melting.

"What kind of ideas did you have in mind when you joined the organization?"

He brought up the question that Lin Xiaojia had selectively ignored before, and unconsciously found that he had a strong sense of curiosity about Lin Xiaojia.

He is not like Li Ruolin's innate cold temperament, and even his voice is like a piece of Xuanbing. For everything around him, Lin Xiaojia always shows an attitude of not being interested but not completely ignoring.

She will correct her mistakes seriously, cast a serious look at herself who jokes at the wrong time, she will brush down tens of thousands of clothes at one time but still be plain as water, and she will also smile lightly when she empathizes.

In this way, she is just a girl with a slightly cold temperament, except for the decisive and clear eyes when she summoned the ability Red King, and the darkness in her eyes that flashed from time to time reminded An Yiran that what she knew was not everything that belonged to her.

"I didn't come from this country. ”

"You've never said that!"

Hearing this, An Yiran was a little incredulous, and he carefully looked at Lin Xiaojia from beginning to end, no matter how she looked at it, she was a good-looking Chinese girl.

The chef brought up another plate of fried vegetables, and the aroma of burnt vegetables came to the nose with just the right amount of burnt aroma.

"But since I became sensible, I have been living in China, and I can be regarded as a native. At that time, because of the accident, I joined the organization. ”

Joining the organization since he was sensible, how does this sound so much like "the capable should start from the baby".

When she said the accident, she meant her biological parents, An Yiran didn't want to take over this heavy topic, just listened quietly.

"You may not know how many wreckage I have witnessed in the night, and even if I slay them all, I would not be able to extinguish the fire of despair that has been ignited. ”

She slowly chewed on the freshly fried vegetables, and there was a hint of spiritual exhaustion in the bland narrative.

"Even so, the nightwreckage is like how to kill it endlessly. In that case, once they appear, we will wipe them out once until the day when I can no longer hold the Red King. ”

"Well, my motives aren't as great as yours. ”

He listened to Lin Xiaojia narrating such a tragic thing in such a calm tone, and a wry smile couldn't help but rise to the corners of his mouth.

"Half of me was forced to be helpless, although I don't know what I deserve to be targeted. ”

Putting down the small wine glass in his hand, a misty feeling of dizziness came to his mind, he was not like Lin Xiaojia's special system that could neutralize alcohol, and the taste of wine covered by the sour and fruity aroma made him slightly upset.

"It's not entirely for my own sake, I also think what if my parents are targeted by those weirdos, I can't let them take such a risk, so I need to have enough strength to fight them. ”

He raised his right hand and shook it slowly in the void, as if there was a trace of energy flowing slowly in his body.

Everything in the world is equal, and if he hadn't touched the world of the powerful, he wouldn't have such power.