In the blink of an eye, a month has passed since that hurricane, and the time has quietly come to the end of October.

Contrary to what many people in Asia take for granted, Halloween is actually on November 1st. It's just that people in Western countries often celebrate on the eve of Halloween.

Movie theaters that routinely show horror movies every year, parade floats of all shapes and shapes, pumpkin skulls are ubiquitous, and bear kids in "scary" costumes who trick or treat without candy.

In order to encourage the citizens of Gotham who have emerged from the natural disaster, a large corporation led by the Wayne Group and other non-profit organizations took the lead in holding a Halloween celebration that was far more luxurious than before.

Of course, the excitement outside had nothing to do with Leon, who sat alone in the corner of the closed Red Armadillo restaurant, enjoying a rare personal time.

Taco is a traditional Mexican delicacy made of fine corn flour made of round dough, slightly heated on an iron plate, slightly crispy yellow dough, topped with small cubes of sauce-like beef tongue and stewed pork stomach, fried pork rind, and finally sprinkled with onion and coriander, topped with an exclusive pickled chili sauce.

Leaning against the glass window, Leon stared at the neon lights outside that almost tore through the deep night, stuffed the burritos into his mouth, and chewed on a few plates of pickled vegetables, slowly and leisurely chewing on the aftertaste.

The streets are lit up with fireworks and a constant buzz, and groups of men and women in fancy costumes laugh and run to the formal procession in the middle of the city, in stark contrast to the deserted, dimly lit interiors of the restaurants.

Christina, who was standing behind the counter wiping her wine glass, casually asked, "Aren't you going to the celebration?" ”

"I'm not interested." Leon poured himself a small glass of agave, glued some salt from the small plate with his index finger, sucked it and drank it down, then took a bite of the lime, "And you didn't go either?" ”

Christina chuckled, took off her apron, and sat down opposite Leon uninvited, with a little tiredness in her eyes, "I don't think it's interesting to let Dad take Elizabeth and them there." ”

Since that night of the rainstorm, Christina has become a little silent, and one of her companions with her burned out his brain, and the other did not survive and went straight to the street, and the school held a special commemorative ceremony.

As a classmate, Leon also went to the funeral, and with the priest's deep words, he lowered his head with the others and watched the coffin sink six feet below.

Naturally, he will not blame himself for the deaths of these people like the indecisive and moaning male protagonists of Japanese light novels, just a group of "acquaintances" who nodding their heads.

Christina sighed, removed the sorrow from her face, and smiled at Leon,

She pushed the bottle away from the table, trotted behind the counter, and pulled out an old bottle of tequila from the cabinet below.

"It's Daddy's private collection, eight-year-old Tequila," Christina smiled as she opened the bottle, and the amber wine leaped lightly into the glass, "Well, drink a little secretly and don't let him find out." ”

The two smiled at each other and clinked glasses, the scorching touch burning their throats, while the lemonade brought fresh nectar to the tip of the tongue.

"By the way," Leon remembered something, took a bite of the pickled cucumber and chewed it, "I may have to quit next week." ”

"Huh?" Christina didn't react, the burrito in her hand almost fell on the table, she forced a smile, pretended not to care and said, "So fast? Have you found another job? ”

"Sort of." Leon is already the nominal owner of Williams Manor, as well as the owner of several car washes and dry cleaners, so when his career is on the right track, he naturally does not need to be a waiter in a small restaurant to cover his whereabouts.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while,

"That's it..." Christina coughed and said with a smile: "That's a pity, my work will be aggravated without you, after all, it's not easy to find waiters who are proficient in more than a dozen Chinese, and Dad has to go to the talent market to recruit people." ”

Leon stretched and slapped the salt stain off his hand, "Then I can only wish Mr. Domingo good luck and find a reliable waiter to carry over my mantle,"

The atmosphere returned to serenity, with Leon's pupils reflecting the brilliant fireworks that kept blooming outside the window, while Christina's serene eyes were on the cramped, old restaurant.

Leon turned his head and asked with a smile, "By the way, it's the eleventh grade, what are your plans for graduation?" ”

American education is a school year system, corresponding to high school is 9 to 12 grades, even if the so-called "happy education" has been poisoned by the so-called "happy education" for a long time, but the choice of university is still very serious.

"Uh... I'm not as good as you, just apply to an ordinary university. Christina shook her wine glass and said with a bitter face: "It's you, I'm afraid that offers from those prestigious universities can be used to play card games." ”

"It's not that simple, it's not enough to have good grades, but you also have to actively participate in social activities." Leon said casually: "Otherwise, why do you think I am in a hurry to participate in the aftermath of the hurricane?" ”

Christina's glasses widened, slapped the table and scolded: "You are so utilitarian, hurry up and take me to the Halloween celebration to play, or I will report you." ”

"Okay" Leon nodded, stood up and stretched out his hand, and said, "Do you want to go out for a walk?" ”

"Huh?" Christina didn't expect that Li Ang, who had never participated in any group activities, would change his temper and be a little unresponsive.

"Let's go, the celebration is about to start, do you want me to carry you?" Leon couldn't help but grab Christina's hand and snatch the door out.

The two ran from the alley to the street, and together with the jubilant crowd, they headed for the procession of floats in the city center.

"Wait! The back door of the restaurant is not closed! Christina blushed and screamed hurriedly, grabbing Leon and refusing to let go.

Li Ang turned his head and said coldly, "I was closed ten minutes earlier." ”

Christina's eyes widened: "We don't wear special costumes!" ”

Li Ang pouted: "Go to the roadside stall and buy it again." ”

Christina gritted her teeth, "I haven't put on makeup yet!" ”

Li Ang tilted his head, "Who still looks at your face when you wear strange clothes?" Do you think you're a star at the show? ”

Christina sighed deflatedly, covered her forehead and said, "..... Can't you be like in those movies, saying, 'You look as good without makeup?'" ”

Li Ang raised the hand held by the two, and said with a chuckle: "Huh? Am I the kind of person who plays by the rules? ”

"Okay...."Cristina resigned herself to Leon pulling her forward, and whispered, "Then are we dating?" ”

"Probably so."