The two played in the ski resort for more than four hours, and it was not until six o'clock that they took the crane down and took her to the Sakura Bamboo Pavilion for dinner.

Wang Beijing specially asked for a pot of mutton soup, and told the chef: You can't drink the taste of mutton soup, if you do it perfectly, add a tip of 500 orders to you, and the chef nodded: You can rest assured.

Xiangyun and Daiyu were so hungry that their chests were close to their backs, Daiyu had always been shy, and she couldn't help but pull Wang Beijing's sleeves, Wang Beijing held her hand instead: "The soup is good immediately." As soon as the words fell, the pot of mutton soup was served.

Daiyu and Xiangyun drank two small bowls, called it delicious, and asked Wang Beijing why don't you eat it?

Wang Beijing is allergic to mutton, of course she can't eat it, but Daiyu's health is too poor, and in this cold winter, she must drink some mutton soup to warm up.

The two saw Wang Bei quietly pause for a moment, and also took a small bowl with a spoonful and drank a few sips.

Other dishes were also served one after another, the two of them ate a red mouth and a round belly, how could they have such a good appetite in the past, today they fell more than a dozen times in the ski resort, and consumed a lot of energy, it seems that life lies in sports is not wrong.

Wang Beijing looked at the time and saw that it was almost 21 o'clock, and asked the two for their opinions: Is it to send you back to the Jackdaw River now, or to go to the concert and live here.

"Oh, you mean staying in a hotel?"

"No, hotel, you two sleep in one, and I sleep in the other."

Daiyu hesitated for a moment: Let's go back, I'm a little tired.

Xiangyun's chicken blood was still entangled in his body, and he said coquettishly to Daiyu: Good sister, let's play again, it's been half a year since I came to this world, how can I be so happy today.

"You guys wait for me here for a while" Wang Beijing went out calmly, as soon as he left the sight of the two, he immediately rushed to the car to get allergy medicine, and waited for a quarter of an hour to come back after taking the medicine, his face and hands were covered with measles, although it was slight, but it was extremely itchy.

Leaving the two of them chatting in the pavilion, at first there were talking and laughing, it can be seen that Wang Beijing has not returned for a long time, and both of them have a little hairy in their hearts, Xiangyun: He won't sell us, right?

"Yun'er, don't be afraid, everything has me," Daiyu said inwardly and externally.

After a while, Daiyu took out her mobile phone and was about to pull out Wang Beijing's phone, but saw him come back, but for some reason, his face was red.

Wang Beijing asked the two with a smile: How is it, can you think about it?

"Think about it, we're going to listen to the turnip meeting"

Daiyu moved her lips, wanting to say something, but swallowed again.

Wang Beijing laughed: It's not a radish meeting, it's an old bookstore near Xintongqiao, which brings together the more powerful and distinctive musicians in Gecheng, and there are performances every night.

Half an hour later, Wang Beijing took the two to a bookstore called Songyuan in Xintongqiao, went up to the second floor from the left side of the bookstore, faced a bar, and then a desk, with a lot of flowers and plants next to the desk, and someone immediately came to charge, and then sent a music sign to each of them, and went in to choose a seat at will, the lights were dim, there were all kinds of sofas according to the listener's preferences, as well as a small fruit plate and coffee, snacks, etc.

Xiangyun chose a starfish sofa and listened to songs half-lying, while Daiyu and Wang Beijing sat on a semi-circular two-person sofa.

The first two songs are pop music, Daiyu is not interested in the rhythm of the rap, walking along the hall, there are many listeners on the wall with a pen to leave their thoughts, one of which is like this:

Have you ever thought about the nostalgia for history: "We were too young BC, and we were too old after AD for no one to see that truly beautiful smile." Do you remember the memories of loneliness: "You said you were lonely, just like the loneliness that a long time ago, when the long star shone on the thirteen state capitals." ”