"Does the fruit taste the same here?" Wang Yi grabbed a peach and asked. At the moment, they are in the kitchen of room 208. The house is completely symmetrical with the 207 layout, with less than half a meter apart from the balconies outside the window. Chen Ying took out the food she had just bought from her schoolbag, and was carefully studying the method according to the instructions. Her and Wang Yi's coats were hung on hangers at the door.

"It should be about the same." She tore open the plastic wrap covering the chicken thighs and said, "Familiar with fruits always reminds me of China." ”

"I remember that time when the four of us went to the supermarket together, you also chose yellow peaches." Wang Yi stared thoughtfully at the peach in his hand, "Probably at the beginning of this year, Liang Jing also injured his foot. ”

Chen Ying smiled and used a fruit knife to cut a few slightly deeper furrows on the surface of the chicken thighs, then sprinkled the ingredients that came with the package into it, and then used her fingers to spread the powder evenly. Then she took a small soup pot from the cupboard, took half a pot of water, and put it on the gas stove to boil. Wang Yi took out the lid of the pot from the top cabinet and handed it to her.

"According to the instructions, put these chicken thighs in the oven and bake them on medium heat for a quarter of an hour." Chen Ying half-crouched in front of the oven and looked at the words next to the buttons seriously, despite the orange-red sauce on her hands.

"Don't worry." He looked at the Japanese printed on the torn instant noodle paper cup and said, "I'm not very hungry." ”

While waiting for the water to boil, Chen Ying turned on the computer to check the email. The wifi in the hotel was not good and she tried many times before it worked. Wang Yi kept watching her from the side.

There are no new messages in your inbox.

Maybe because of the experience of the previous days, she was not so depressed this time. She made sure that the network was still connected, and she clicked the shutdown button. Then she stood up, turned off the gas stove, and poured boiling water into the paper cup in Wang Yi's hand. Then she looked through the glass door at the contents of the oven, the skin had begun to wrinkle as it matured, but she wasn't sure if the flesh was cooked to the bone. The drumsticks rotate slowly and regularly, with occasional popping sounds.

Chen Ying walked to the window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and let her shadow be reflected on the old and clean glass. Outside the window is the balcony, and beyond the balcony fence is the night view of the old town full of fantasy colors under the searchlight.

"Don't do that." Wang Yi hugged her from behind. Chen Ying leaned on his solid shoulder, and the tears from the corners of her eyes flowed silently into her long hair. She tried not to choke out, and her eyes looked at the figure on the glass. She saw Wang Yi also staring at her through the glass, his eyes full of concern.

"Nothing, I just feel like I need to learn to be a little patient."

"No matter what happens, I will always be there for you. Don't let the odd break your confidence, life will always get better. A lot of times reality isn't as bad as you think. He put his arm on his shoulders and turned her around, pulling out a tissue to help her wipe the tears from her eyes.

"Sorry for ruining your birthday party." She said softly.

The oven plays to the tune of classical music, reminding the chef that the food is done. They walked over together. Wang Yi used the gloves hanging on the wall to cushion it, and brought out the entire baking tray and put it on the dining table. The chicken is already sizzling with a slightly black skin after being grilled, and the seasoning just applied is now emitting a rich aroma, which is undoubtedly the biggest temptation for travelers who have been running for a day.

"It's a good job." He complimented as he took out two snow-white porcelain plates from the cupboard. Chen Ying took out two pairs of stainless steel knives and forks from the drawer next to her, then tore open the salad box and poured the salad dressing evenly on the surface of the mixed vegetables.

"This is the second time I've done it." She wiped her eyes and said a little embarrassed, "I didn't understand the instructions yesterday, and the first bake is half-cooked." Later, it continued to be baked for a while, and many places were mushy. ”

"Once raw and twice ripe." He rummaged through the cupboards and finally walked up to her with half a candle in his hand, "Don't mind, do you?" ”

He lit the candle, fixed it in a glass ashtray with wax oil, and placed the ashtray in the middle of the dining table. He turned on Chen Ying's computer, selected a few songs, set them to play on a loop, and then sat down at the dining table with her.

"I'm sorry for your birthday, I didn't even have a cake." Chen Ying said regretfully.

"It's nothing." Wang Yi said. The light of the candle flickered in front of him, and the light in the dark room was particularly dazzling. He pushed the candle forward and sat down next to her.

"Ready to go?" He raised his knife and fork, rubbed it symbolically, and reached out to put a piece of the grilled chicken into the porcelain plate in front of Chen Ying.

"You're welcome, eat quickly." He said generously and gave himself a piece. Then, completely ignoring her gaze, he ate it in large quantities. Quiet piano music came from the computer speakers, which seemed particularly ethereal and distant to the accompaniment of xylophones and triangles. Chen Ying chewed slowly, in a daze in such music. Outside the window, countless stars were twinkling in the night sky.

"What's this tune now?" After a moment she asked. At this time, there was not much food left on the table, except for yellow peaches and a bowl of corn salad at the bottom.

"This is Bandari's Neptune." Wang Yi listened to it for a while and said, "It should be regarded as a light music in the "Star" series. This album should also have "Jupiter", "Venus Mars" and "Nebula". ”

"No wonder you can hear the sound of water in this music." Chen Ying said knowingly, "Whenever I think of the sea, or see the sea, I always feel kind and powerful." ”