Chapter 22: Time and Ye Coco's Christmas
On the morning of Christmas Eve, Cong Rong sat in her studio, staring at the paintings all over the floor. An old song is playing in the speaker, which is Ji Rujing's "worth loving for a lifetime".
She picked up one of the many paintings scattered around, and began to pick up the brush, dip it in paint, and continue to paint the unfinished painting in front of her.
"Who is the woman you deserve to love for the rest of your life? The warmth that does not dissipate no matter how long it takes. A female voice slowly floated out of the speaker and spoke eloquently.
While listening, Cong Rong used dark black watercolor to outline a man's clear back one by one. She imagined that the man in the painting was quietly sitting in a corner of the world, looking alone at the receding sky against a gray background, against the backdrop of the setting sun, in a daze, thinking about his thoughts.
"Maybe he's thinking about his beloved girl," Cong Rong was thinking as she painted, when her thoughts were interrupted by a hurried phone ringing. She glanced at the phone in her hand, it was Ye Keke calling. Cong Rong put down her paintbrush and picked up the phone.
"I'll be waiting for you at Rockpool in Wynyard at 6 o'clock tonight." Ye Keke's familiar voice came from the phone.
"Is it necessary to go to such a high-end fine dining (high-end restaurant)? We can also go to an affordable and delicious one. Cong Rong said to Ye Keke on the phone.
"Go, go, it's hard to book. Also, Shi Cheng said that he doesn't like Western food very much, but I told him that it was because he had not been to Rockpool (Rockpool Bar & Grill /Rockpool Bistro), one of the top 50 Western restaurants in the world. Ye Keke said with a smile, and a man's hearty laughter came from the phone at the same time.
"Okay, let's see you at Rockpool in Wynyard at 6 o'clock." Cong Rong must have arrived in Sydney at the time, and she didn't want to bother more, so she simply set the time with Ye Keke and hung up the phone in a hurry.
Ye Keke on the other end of the phone hung up the phone, parked the car, and walked into a shopping mall in Macquarie with Shi Cheng.
It's Christmas one day away, and the festive atmosphere in the mall is at its peak. Ye Keke walked into a restaurant called Friday. The restaurant is very American, and the walls of the restaurant are covered with photos, autographs and jerseys of football players. After they hurriedly ordered their meal, they sat around a rectangular bar with a few other white men who had come for lunch, and a little guy standing in the bar was mixing wine and chatting with a few young Australians watching a ball game and drinking beer.
"That's how you Australians spend your weekends?" Shi Cheng looked around, then turned around and asked Ye Keke.
"yes, a lot of white people spend their weekends in pubs like this. The Australian tradition is to pay wages every Thursday. Many young people who get paid will start going to various bars after work on Friday, all kinds of drinks, all kinds of happy, until Sunday when the salary in hand for a week is almost spent. Ye Keke whispered and bit his ears.
"That's an exaggeration. No wonder it is said that foreigners have no savings, so they spend all their money on buying alcohol. But don't worry, because I don't have this problem. When it comes to drinking, I'm usually very modest. Moreover, even if you really drink it every day, you will earn enough money to spend it. As soon as Shi Cheng finished speaking, he kissed Ye Keke while he was not paying attention.
"Hate, who- who's going to spend your money, I'm a very independent woman." Ye Keke said proudly, his face turned red again.
The two of them talked affectionately in the tavern for an hour. When I came out, it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon. Ye Keke took the time to the supermarket, saying that it would not be open tomorrow Christmas, and that he would hurry to the supermarket to buy food and drink for tomorrow. Shi Cheng was attracted by an advertisement placed outside the window by a real estate agent, and he took Ye Keke's hand and stopped at him.
"Killara, 5 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, double garage, own swimming pool, 880 square meters, priced from $4 million" was caught by a bilingual advertisement in Chinese and English, and he read the slogan in Chinese.
"What are you looking at?" Ye Keke also came over.
The two of them were head to head, their heads were very close to the window, and they looked like a young couple who were about to buy a house and get married.
"Well, if you calculate it at the exchange rate of 5, it is about 20 million yuan. This is about the same price as the house I bought in Shanghai a few years ago. However, the area is too large, and there is a swimming pool, it seems that the housing prices here are really much cheaper than Shanghai. Shi Cheng said to himself while holding Ye Keke's hand.
"What? 20 million! Why did you buy such an expensive house? Ye Keke looked at Shi Cheng in surprise.
"This kind of price is considered to be in the middle and high-end in Shanghai, not the best. There is no problem for me to live alone, but in the past two years, I have been thinking about waiting until I get married and buy a better and bigger one for my wife to live in Shanghai. After Shi Cheng finished speaking, he looked at Ye Keke next to him with a surprised expression, and continued to look back at the other advertisements in the window.
"How come you, like my parents, like to pay attention to housing prices when you go out." Ye Keke began to laugh at Shi Chenglai.
Shi Cheng just smiled and didn't say much, but he felt that Ye Keke was clearly still a simple child.
At 6 p.m., Cong Rong arrived at the restaurant in Rockpool, Wynyard. This bistro is one of Sydney's most atmospheric restaurants. The people who come here to eat are generally white-collar workers and executives who work on the financial street in the adjacent Martin Place (Martin Place) district, and everyone who eats here is dressed up and attended in a high-profile manner.
Cong Rong looked around and found Ye Keke waving and smiling at her in a corner, and sitting next to her was a man in a straight suit, mature and stable, and with an extraordinary temperament.
"Hello, Cong Rong. I'm Shi Cheng, and I'm Coco's boyfriend. I've long heard Coco often mention you. When Cong Rong approached and was about to take a seat, Shi Cheng stood up and greeted Cong Rong very warmly.
"Hello, Shicheng. Fortunately, fortunately. I've often heard Coco mention your name before, and I'll tell you the truth, before I saw you again, I thought you were her imaginary boyfriend. However, today I finally saw the real thing! While Cong Rong was seated, she was joking with Shi Cheng and warming up the scene.
Shi Cheng, square face, pointed chin, small eyes, double eyelids, medium to thin figure, 1.75 meters tall, although he is not a beautiful man in the traditional sense, he has an extraordinary temperament, mature and steady manners, good taste in clothes, and is very affinity, Cong Rong couldn't help but look at the man in front of him after taking a seat. She remembered that when she was in college, a senior once told her that most of the time a man looked like a dog before the age of 30, and most of them were given by his parents, and after the age of 30, he relied on the polishing and experience of the years. Some men, before the age of 30, are mediocre in appearance, in average condition, inconspicuous and leaky, and plain are easy to be forgotten, or even underestimated and despised. But after the age of 30, their rich life experiences and experiences have created a strong heart and vision for the future, making them always look energetic, confident and full of vitality. Shi Cheng is such a man, he does not rely on his looks, has no background, but relies on strength, wisdom and unremitting efforts.
The meal was very enjoyable for the three of them, and Shi Cheng also tasted the famous Herb & Butter Lobster (baked lobster with herb and butter) under Ye Keke's strong recommendation, although he was still not very used to eating, but he felt relieved to see Ye Keke's satisfied expression because of the delicious food. He always felt that it was because of his repeated persistence and reluctance that Ye Keke, a sunny and beautiful girl from the other side of the ocean, fell into such an embarrassing situation as long-distance love. Although everything is going well so far, he often feels uneasy and even guilty in a corner of his heart. He had promised Ye Keke that he would worry about and solve the problem of distance, but now, in addition to not daring to face the uncertainty in his heart, they can only avoid talking about it to avoid this problem for the time being.