Chapter 262: It's like a world away

Two strange figures appeared on the streets of the city, walking in front of a soft and weak girl, a clean white dress, a pair of dark sunglasses on her quiet face, but from her stiff neck and careful steps, it is not difficult to infer that this girl does not seem to be visible. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Behind her was a sloppy drunk, drunk, drunk, hazy, and staggering. The drunkard's facial features are quite upright, but his shaky figure makes it hard to imagine what he looks like when he is awake.

Such a combination appeared in the street bustle, naturally attracted passers-by frequently sideways, many people are secretly speculating about the relationship between the man and woman, and even some people have been secretly observing for a long time, once the drunk man shows bad behavior, someone will immediately step forward to stop, and immediately call the police.

"I'm hungry, let's go find a restaurant in front and get something to eat." The girl who was walking in front of her paused, turned sideways and said to the drunk man behind her.

"You don't need to be in front, there is one." The drunk muttered, waved his hand at a food stall on the side of the road, took out the broken gourd sandwiched under the ribs, and poured it hard.

"The way you look makes me very embarrassed." The girl's eyebrows moved under her sunglasses, and she seemed a little helpless.

The drunk shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the restaurant without responding.

The two walked into the restaurant, the drunk found an empty seat by the window, but thoughtfully helped the girl open the seat, and when the girl sat down, the drunk lazily put the broken gourd on the table, and picked up the table menu at will.

"It's all home-cooked food, what to eat?" The drunk glanced at the menu and flipped straight to the page of the drinks.

"Let's look at it, you drink less, we'll have business later." The girl tilted her head sideways, pricking up her ears to listen to the sounds around her.

"Your spring noodles, add eggs and don't green onions." The waiter's enthusiastic voice sounded in his ears, and a bowl of hot Yangchun noodles was placed in front of the two.

"You're on the wrong track, aren't you? We haven't ordered yet. The drunk raised an eyebrow and looked at the waiter suspiciously.

"Not a point?" The waiter was stunned for a moment, looked at the drunk seriously, and found that there was no impression in his mind. "Oh, not conscious." The waiter smiled apologetically, raised his head to inspect the small restaurant, but suspiciously found that he didn't remember which Yangchun noodles were ordered.

"Huh? Who ordered this noodle? The waiter muttered suspiciously, looked down at the order menu pinned to his chest, and what surprised him again was that the handwriting on the order menu on his chest was really slowly disappearing, and at first glance, he could still vaguely see the shallow handwriting, and he was slightly stunned, the handwriting on it had disappeared, as if this was a blank piece of paper.

It's strange, the waiter shook his head and pouted suspiciously, it seems that he is really tired, and he wants to tell the boss when he turns around and let himself rest for a few days.

"Wait, if no one wants your face, give it to us, but can you give me that piece of paper on your chest?" Just as the waiter picked up the noodles and was about to go back to the kitchen, the quiet girl suddenly spoke.

"Huh? Oh, of course. The waiter looked stunned, but quickly reacted, put the noodles down again, tore off the menu on his chest, pressed it on the table casually, and when he turned around, he skillfully wrote on another menu: Table No. 7, a bowl of Yangchun noodles, add eggs and not green onions.

This kind of thing is very common in small restaurants, the waiter didn't think much about it, and someone asked for the wrong thing, but he was scolded less by the kitchen.

But the girl holding the blank menu trembled uncontrollably, and her pale eyes were filled with mist.

"Look at ......" The girl suppressed a shudder and handed the blank menu in her hand to the drunk.

"What is this?" As soon as the menu was opened, the drunken man with a puzzled face trembled, the drunkenness on his face disappeared in an instant, and a touch of shock gradually emerged.

"It's like a world away...... It's him? The drunken man looked up in surprise and quickly scanned his surroundings.

"It's him......" The girl clenched her slender fists tightly, and two lines of tears slowly fell.

Taoist Blessings: Like a World Away...... There is only one person in the whole world......

At the same time that Tianyan and Li Huaibei were shocked and inexplicable, two figures were walking briskly on the road on the adjacent street.

"Hey, I said, why are you so afraid of her, little girl?" One of the figures swayed and swayed his waist, and the rapid movement did not seem to affect his seductive figure.

"You don't understand, I can't see her now." The young man who walked in front waved his hand helplessly, and looked nervously from time to time, afraid that someone would chase after him.

"You like her?" The sturdy body behind him suddenly showed an ambiguous smile.

The figure in front of him suddenly paused, and a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

"There aren't many people in this world who can remember me, and she seems to be the only woman." The young man muttered to himself, melancholy written all over his brow.

"Damn, the old lady is not a woman?" The sturdy man suddenly frowned and said angrily.

"Do you really think you're a woman?" The young man shouted in fear.

"Then you say, have you ever seen a woman prettier than me?" The strong man's tone was soft, his watery eyes were full of sincerity, he looked at the young man with affection, his chin was slightly raised, his left shoulder was slightly tucked, his clear collarbone was full of style, and his bewitching curves were full of temptation.

"Saigao!" Qingnian let out a trembling exclamation, and jumped back a step in a trembling manner, "If you dare to look at me with such eyes again, I will ......"

"You're going to marry me?" Saigao stretched out his soft tongue and roamed to his lips, making strange noises as he exhaled.

"I'll fight to run out of life to open a single chapter for you, and write a unique extra." Qingnian shuddered, took out a tablet from his backpack, and held it viciously in his hand.

"Virtue...... Writers are amazing, aren't they? Saigao raised his eyebrows strangely, and the amorous white-eyed young man walked forward step by step. However, looking at his expression, he seems to be quite afraid of the computer in the young man's hand.

Seeing that Saigao was no longer strange, the young man put away the computer in annoyance, walked through the block with a calm gaze, and took a deep look in the direction he came, with reluctance and fascination, and quickly followed Saigao.

……

"Li Yiming is not here?" Wu Jia pushed open the door of the teahouse and saw that Chen Jiawang was bored playing with his mobile phone in the empty teahouse.

"Oh? Miss Wu, the boss hasn't been here for a few days, are you looking for him? Chen Jiawang stood up from the counter and greeted him warmly, Li Yiming had called him before leaving, saying that he would leave for a few days.

"No, I just happened to be passing by, so I'll come in and have a look." Wu Jia replied perfunctorily, but her face was full of disappointment.

"Why don't I give him a call and ask? Maybe he'll come today. Chen Jiawang smiled, he saw the change in Wu Jia's expression in his eyes, and in his heart, the girl in front of him was the prospective boss.

"No need, pour me a glass of water, I'll sit down and leave." Wu Jia raised her eyebrows, saying no, but when she heard that Li Yiming might come today, she couldn't help but sit down with a hint of luck, since the day of separation, Li Yiming's figure has always surrounded her heart in the past few days, which made Wu Jia panic all day long, and today she finally couldn't bear it anymore and came to the door.

"Wait a minute, black tea or green tea? You know, there's only tea ......," Chen Jiawang shrugged his shoulders and said with the teapot in his hand.

"Whatever, but I said, do you have any customers for doing business?"

"Hey, you have seen if there is any business, but I am a part-time worker, you have to mention this to my boss." Chen Jiawang smiled, not treating Wu Jia as an outsider at all.

"Li Yiming just put this thing here?" Wu Jia wanted to say something more, but suddenly saw the golden camellia on the counter. This thing is priceless, just put it in the teahouse as a decoration?

"You put it here." Chen Jiawang put down the teapot and said meaningfully, he was a thoughtful helper for Li Yiming.

As soon as these words came out, Wu Jia's face turned red and she stopped talking shyly. But Chen Jiawang's ridicule made the distance between the two shorten a lot at once, Wu Jia held the teacup, strolled to the counter, and once again seriously admired the golden camellia.

"Huh? Who drew this? Wu Jia, who was admiring the camellias, suddenly caught a glimpse of a stack of sketches on the counter, and she immediately diverted her attention because she had a unique feeling for art.

"Oh, I drew it casually." Chen Jiawang nodded unconsciously, she didn't know that Wu Jia was an art major.

"Huh? Can you also draw? Come on, come on, I'll see. Wu Jia's interest was aroused, and there was just a reason to stay a little longer.

These are a few standard sketches, all of which are painted in the teahouse, and from the perspective of the drawing, they are all drawn while sitting at the counter, and it seems that they were really painted by this waiter.

"The painting is good......" Wu Jia admired it one by one, although these paintings have no technique at all, but the grasp of details and the control of proportions are in place, this waiter has a good talent.

"Hey, drawing, drawing." Chen Jiawang was a little unaware of Wu Jia's praise, and scratched his head shyly.

"You've studied drawing before?"

"No, I just started painting recently, and there's nothing going on in the store, so I'm just drawing to pass the time."

"Huh? This painting ......" Wu Jia said, his tone paused, and picked up Chen Jiawang's first painting, which was the one painted by the memory slate relief, because all the paintings here are sketches, and suddenly there was a very mythical painting, which was particularly different.

"Oh, this painting ......" Chen Jiawang's face blushed, the other sketches are realistic, even if there is no technical skills, but the picture sense is still good, but this painting of copying the slate relief, because the original picture of the relief is extremely simple and poor, the appearance of the painting is naturally not beautiful.

"You got the painting in your hand?" Chen Jiawang was about to explain, but unexpectedly, the door of the teahouse was suddenly pushed open, and a sloppy man came in first, saw the painting in Wu Jia's hand at a glance, and asked eagerly.