It's better now, because Zhang is hanging on a log bench. He occupies a table by himself. The table top resembles the round shield of an ancient Roman warrior.

Maybe it's not that hard, after all, it's still wooden. But the potholes above have their charm. Zhang Hang looked at the graffiti on the wall again, trying to find a graffiti that matched his aesthetics, but it really made him embarrassed. Zhang Hang couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head gently. At the end of last month, he didn't feel so upset when he struggled to squeeze only a small amount of mayonnaise with only a small amount of his thumb left, Zhang thought.

"It's midnight...... Sunlight? ”

"It's the afternoon sun."

"Okay...... Afternoon...... Well, what about the sun? ”

"How about sitting over there if you're so idle? I'm still busy. ”

"Busy finding a few more guests like me?"

"No, two is enough. The store can welcome up to four customers at a time. ”

"It's similar to the atmosphere of a café with sunlight streaming in through the windows on the floor."

"Don't be like a hedgehog, put your thorns away. If nothing else, the hot cocoa we have here still tastes good. ”

"Looks like you can't drink milk coffee, right? What about showers? ”

"I have a towel in my room that hasn't dried yet, do you want to use it?"

“…… No thanks. ”

Zhang Hang reminisced about the conversation he had with the waiter when he had just entered the afternoon sun. He couldn't remember exactly what he looked like, except for a sly face and a smile that wasn't so annoying.

Zhang Hang now wants to get out of this afternoon sunshine and go home to squeeze mayonnaise and have lunch with toast and instant coffee.

The entire café was kept to a minimum by a small orange glass lamp above his head. The Lang card gramophone made of red gold is like a blooming golden trumpet flower, proudly showing its beauty to everyone.

A piece from the Kaddifski saxophone collection "White Waves" titled "Happiness and Sugar" slowly meanders through it and spreads through the air.

Zhang Xuan closed his eyes gently.

The sweets melt in the stream of happiness, and the sweet sugar water spreads silently in the gentle stream. Whoever is lucky enough to find this stream that makes him happy just by listening to the sound of the water will be the happiest time of his life.

Zhang Hang slowly opened his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the strange graffiti on the wall, but he didn't feel too disgusted. His mouth is now full of sweetness, and his saliva is uncontrollably rushing out like a flood, wave after wave, impatiently wanting to taste this sweet taste with Zhang Hang.

Now in a damp underground café, Zhang Hang is already cold and soaked. Luckily, the room was filled with a simple but warm light, and an old gramophone that still played Kadivsky's famous songs intact.

Are you lucky today? Let's just guess it, Zhang Xuanxuan thought. At least wait a little longer and have a cup of hot cocoa to drink. Of course, if he doesn't have a slight cleanliness habit, he may also have a towel that doesn't have time to dry.

"No, hot cocoa is enough." Zhang Xuan shook his head slightly, re-denying the idea.

"Here, hot coco." A gentle voice suddenly sounded beside him, startling Zhang Hang.

The first thing that catches your eye is the three slender fingers that hold the handle of the mug. From shiny nails, to tiny knuckles without protrusion, to well-defined proximal joints.

Zhang Hang was surprised. There aren't many perfect hands, and the probability of them suddenly appearing in front of you is even more remote. I don't know why, Zhang Hang's mind suddenly appeared in the fairy tale, the appearance of the sleeping beauty sleeping in the forest.

Most people in this world can only glimpse the beauty of Sleeping Beauty through the crack in the door through fairy tales. However, no one pays special attention to Sleeping Beauty's hands.

Now in front of him, the slender and white hand that pushed the mug to him may be exactly the same as the hand of Sleeping Beauty. Zhang Hang had a whim, Sleeping Beauty is absolutely beautiful, and her hands should also be beautiful.

At least he prefers to believe the former than to say that Sleeping Beauty's hands are ugly. Maybe even better than her quiet sleep.

He wasn't the only one in the café. The light is dim, and the music is melodious. This quickly made Zhang Hang forget this fact. And he was sure that the owner of this hand was another guest.

"You're not a waiter, are you?"

"The waiter wasn't there, but there was a cup of hot cocoa on the bar, I guess it was for you, so I brought it by the way."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, hate hot cocoa?"

"Not really, but I prefer milk coffee."

"Hmm...... Hehe. ”

Zhang Hang felt the air around him become warmer. Because this other guest sat next to him. Not opposite, but sit side by side.

"I just heard you talking to the waiter at the door."

There seemed to be a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Uh, that's why you think I hate hot cocoa."

"Hmm...... It's not absolute, but don't boys prefer bitter foods to sweets? ”

"Perhaps...... But I'm the opposite. ”

"Oh? Can you explain it to me? ”

"I love coffee, but I don't like bitterness, that's why I mix it with milk and sugar."

"What do you love about coffee?"

"I can't tell."

"Can't tell?"

“…… It's a weird habit. But without this habit, I wouldn't be like me. ”

"Hmm...... Sorry, I don't understand. But I think it's good to be straightforward. It's better than making up a reason why it's good for nothing but good sounds. ”

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, it's always not easy to be straightforward with strangers."

It's a wonderful timing. Just as a thief needs to listen carefully when stealing a vault, Zhang Xuan is no different.

He pressed his ear to the delicate flesh of his heart with great care. And then it wasn't long before he heard the apt "click".

The movement was subtle, like a strand of hair thrown into the sea at a height of thousands of feet - you may not be able to hear it, but there was an extra strand of hair in the sea.

Zhang Hang finally raised his head and looked at the guests beside him. is a beautiful girl. A warm smile spread across her face.

Here Zhang Hang discovered another miraculous thing. He felt like he had seen Sleeping Beauty. The girl's appearance was flawless.

The ten most skilled ceramic craftsmen in the world hugged each other and wanted to break their heads and worked hard to make ceramic dolls that she might look like this.

But Zhang Xuan was not surprised at all, so he felt that he had really seen Sleeping Beauty. Maybe it was when he dreamed of Sleeping Beauty. And it must have been a fantastic dream that was so real that he felt like he was there.

"You look like you're soaking wet."

"Yes."

"Isn't it cold?"

"It's cold, I'm afraid I'll catch a cold if it takes a little longer."

"Then why don't you go home yet?"

Zhang Xuan thought quietly for a while, and then automatically looked at the gramophone of the Lang card. The girl stared at Zhang for a moment, then followed his gaze to the gramophone.

"Kadiveski's tunes."

Zhang Hang nodded slightly and said, "Leya's rose." The girl laughed," Leiya ...... It's a bit of a mouthful. Zhang Hang shrugged his shoulders and said, "I heard that it was a Russian translator." Zhang Hang took a sip of hot cocoa, frowning slightly.

The taste alone is not particularly prominent, but the sweetness is very strong, even slightly bitter. It's like stuffing a big handful of dark chocolate sand into your mouth.

"Ah, yes." The girl gently pulled the slightly drooping hair from her ear, narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"My name is Meng Ling. Third-year student of Minhua University. ”

"Zhang Hang, first-grader." The two shook hands briefly. Zhang Hang found that although her fingers were beautiful, her palms were not very soft. Maybe it's because she's too thin, Zhang Hang thought as he looked at her slightly thin jaw. But all in all, it's still very comfortable to hold.

"Why are you here?" Zhang Hang found a topic. "Me? I just want to have something to drink. Meng Ling looked at her cup and shook it gently towards Zhang Xuan.

“…… Coming for a hot cocoa? ”

"Hmm...... Well, this one. Meng Ling covered her mouth and giggled, the curvature of the corners of her eyes soft. The hot cocoa here is not bad, but I think ...... It's a bit rude to say that, but the hot cocoa here isn't worth the effort. ”

"I understand."

Meng Ling glanced at Zhang Hang, and said with a slightly helpless expression: "Although I don't know the detailed process of your coming here, we should be about the same." ”

"That should be pretty much it. But that's not something scary either. ”

"Well, of course. It's too pitiful to say that it's a terrible place, and it's also a business. ”

"But you and I didn't come here for hot cocoa."

The two glanced at each other, and Meng Ling lowered her head to eat and laugh again. Her cheeks burned pink with laughter. Zhang Xuan silently looked at Meng Ling's white and red cheeks.

Eggs fried on delicate cheeks that are so prone to redness are sure to be very tasty. At least it would be more delicious than what he made at home alone, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but think.

"Do you know Sleeping Beauty?" Zhang Hang said coldly. The smile on Mengling's cheeks hadn't completely faded. It's like a wave of water on the beach that swallows fine sand and doesn't have time to turn back.

Her narrowed eyes showed a curious look, and she looked at Zhang Hang quietly, silently giving her the answer.

"Sorry, get used to it. Too abrupt? ”

Meng Ling smiled and shook her head, "It's not unacceptable." Sleeping Beauty ...... Is it her name? It seems that he is a very beautiful person. Zhang Hang nodded and said, "A fairy tale from 10 centuries ago." The author is the Brothers Grimm. ”

Meng Ling's eyes gradually widened, and she looked quite cute. "It's the 31st century. Other words...... Day, 21st century? Oh the pre-Second Age era. ”

Speaking of this, Meng Ling suddenly smiled again. It seems that something interesting has come to mind. Looking at Mengling with this appearance, Zhang Hang could only take another sip of coffee.

In the quiet observation, he suddenly thought that this girl named Mengling, who was two grades older than him, might be unexpectedly simple.

No embellishment. Naked and unsuspectingly exposed the most innocent but tender part in front of strangers who meet for the first time.

There are many kinds of people in the world, so Zhang Hang can't make an evaluation of this behavior that can be considered correct. But while he was faintly worried about this, he was also attracted to it without resistance.

Maybe it's not just the eyes. Zhang Hang smelled the sweet smell, and his cold body seemed to be placed in the hot spring water on the Tianshan Mountain. In normal times, he would have burned all over his body because of this.