Paper cutters

Not far from Cen Nan's private residence, there is a late-night cafeteria.

The traditional courtyard building of City B, with a few tables of guests sitting in the courtyard.

It's a cool October night. The sycamores outside the courtyard are still luxuriant, and the long branches stretch into the courtyard obliquely, casting a scenery in the moonlight.

Cen Nan picked a corner table and sat down.

The dish was ordered by Cen Nan, and he didn't ask for the opinion of Youqin, but it didn't matter if he had Qin. Looking up at the sycamore leaves, the moonlight shines through, and the veins are clear.

"See what?" Cen Nan started smoking again.

"Nothing." Youqin bowed his head and looked at Cen Nan.

It has been 10 days since Cen Nan withdrew.

What remains unchanged is Cen Nan's 360-degree mocking face without dead ends.

Youqin pinched the corner of his clothes, stared at the shadow of the plane tree on the table, and said, "Well, didn't you quit the group last time······ I wondered if it would be more convenient to build another one. Qin took a detour and did not directly ask Cen Nan for contact information.

Cen Nan took a puff of cigarette, took out his mobile phone and threw it on the table: "The password 789456, get it yourself!" I'll go and make a call to Hao Hao, there is no need for the three of them to form a group, you can come to me directly if you have something. ”

It turns out that there are two mobile phones······ Don't think about it, the one that called Hao Hao must be a private number.

Youqin sniffed, a little cold.

When Cen Nan came back after making a call, Youqin had already made it, and the waiter also brought a casserole of seafood porridge and a few stacks of side dishes.

Youqin was actually not hungry, so he symbolically spooned a little and drank it.

"Isn't it unappetizing?" After Cen Nan blew it cold, he poured it down in one go.

"No... Just not too hungry. Youqin was a little stunned, and the ginseng fruit probably didn't have such a way to eat it.

"What's wrong? Scared? Cen Nan continued to spoon himself a bowl and waited for it to cool, "Don't use your ideas to define other people. ”

Cen Nan rubbed his neck: "Including yourself, be frank and attract people." ”

Is it? Will that appeal to you? Youqin silently took a sip of porridge.

"How does it feel to do it today?" Cen Nan sandwiched a piece of bean curd.

"It's okay, in fact, I've done it almost before, so it's good to improve it now."

······ Ice.

Youqin rubbed his arms twice and said tentatively: "Actually, when I read the textbooks you gave me in the laboratory before, I found that you had actually learned a lot ahead of time. Do you particularly like architecture? ”

Cen Nan was about to pour the second bowl of porridge, when he heard the words, he put down the bowl and said with interest: "When I was 10 years old, my parents were very busy with work and didn't have time to take care of me, so they hired a nanny. The nanny spends most of her time doing housework or talking on the phone with her little sister, and I mostly play by myself. I remember one time I spent three days in my yard pouring a castle with a cement bucket and Lego toys. There are houses, driveways, and rivers in the city. I played for a whole year. ”

Cen Nan stretched out his hand and gestured, "From that time on, my heart was to become an urban planner in the future. By the time I got to junior high school, every student was asked to take a "career aptitude test," and my test results were "doctor" and "architect." I can't see blood, I can't be a doctor, so let's be an architect! ”

Qin listened, a little distracted. She thought it was a little ridiculous when she thought about why she chose the Department of Architecture in the first place.

Cen Nan looked at Qin Cheng's expression, and bent the corners of his mouth, it was rare that there was no cynicism. The good-looking Mi Wo emerged: "Isn't it a bit casual?" ”

"Nope." Youqin shook his head, "Compared to me, your choice is the real choice." I've always been guided by the rules and regulations that have been planned, and the most important thing since I was growing up was to make my mom proud. ”

"It's actually quite boring." I don't know if it's because the night is heavy and tired, and I don't want to pretend anymore, Qin threw down the spoon with a "snap" and leaned back on the back of the chair casually.

Cen Nan looked directly at Youqin and did not speak.

At this moment, there is Qin, and his face is no longer a cautious and effortfully suppressed weak expression. The white and thin eyelids became sharp, and the thick eyelashes cast a long reflection on the eyelids with the moonlight, like a sharp paper cutter......