It was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon when I saw Xiaobao in the same bedroom, he was from Yangjiang, Guangdong, tall, wearing a white casual sportswear, with a white and clean face, like a little girl. Later, when Lynn said in class that he looked like the idol star Zhang Yixing, he could see Xiaobao smiling very shyly.

Maybe we've been chatting online for a while, or maybe they're very easy-going, and we quickly got acquainted with each other. Sometimes, it's easier to make friends in an unfamiliar city. He put his duffel bag on the bed on the second floor, and lay down to feel the comfort of the bed, which did not creaze.

Xiaobao proposed to visit a bakery and asked me if I was interested in going along, and I immediately agreed to go with me. At that time, I was not very tired, but the idea of climbing the mountain was still buried in my heart. According to the guidance of the map, the two of us swiped two shared bicycles and rode for more than half an hour before finding the bakery.

This shop is not the model of a traditional bakery, but more like a café. European decoration style, the overall color tone of the house is mainly dark brown, European-style chandeliers, European-style wall lamps; European-style tables and chairs, and two little foreign girls sitting in the corner are drinking coffee and eating bread while chatting. The bread was cut into slices, and the girl's hair was brown.

We both asked for a baguette and a croissant, and asked for both to be cut into slices. I asked for an American, and he asked for a cappuccino. I asked him, "Do you have a bakery with such a style in Yangjiang," and he said that he only found out about it in the strategy review, so he came to explore it. I said, "It's the first time I've seen a bakery look like this." ”

The next day was the start of the class, and we got up very early, and the morning air here was exceptionally fresh and refreshing. The town is peaceful, with the occasional tourist walking in the direction of Mount Wutong with trekking poles in hand. I took Xiaobao to the cheong noodle shop to eat cheong fun. I was still sitting in that position, and this time I didn't see the two girls buying bread.

When I came to the classroom, it was already half past seven, and the classroom was a small two-story western-style building, with a few strands of green silk hanging from the windowsill on the second floor. A small courtyard with a parasol was propped up, and a woman sat at a small green table. The ground is also green, and it is an artificial lawn that is paved.

We all called him Mr. Ah Qiang, who had been making bread with Master since he was 15 years old, and because he had been bending over and dough for a long time, he had a terrible back. Later we became good friends.

The principal is a woman, in her thirties, she can be described as elegant, with a Hong Kong flavor in her gestures, which is very foreign. The bagels in China are famous, and he introduced himself to study under Taiwanese bread master Wu Keji. That's one of the reasons why I chose to study here.

That's where I met Lynn, and I recognized her as soon as she entered the classroom, and my instincts were right that day. They were the last to enter the classroom, and we were all watching them, and their appearance brought an aura to the classroom. Across from me sat a chubby little girl, a very smart fat girl, with two little dimples when she smiled. She said that she came here to study as part of further education.

The first procedure at the beginning of the course is to introduce yourself and understand whether you have a foundation in bread making. When it was my turn to introduce myself, I said that I had come to study because I liked to eat bread, which caused laughter from everyone present, I had not heard so much laughter in a long time, and it was a sincere laugh. It was also the first time I saw Lynn's smile, her teeth were white.

The morning class passed quickly and covered some of the historical origins of bread and the basics of dough fermentation. Mr. Cuong's teaching style is very humorous and he is a good lecturer. During recess, he asked me if I would be interested in going to the bar in the evening.

Lynn sat in the same row as me, so I saw her sideways face more often in class. Her hair was long and black, naturally black, and she wore it in a bun at will; The eyes are crooked, and the smile narrows into two crooked crescents, hooking the soul. She always folded her arms in front of her chest when she stood, as if she didn't like outsiders approaching her. She loves to listen to songs, songs that are niche. During our afternoon recess, she ordered a song for Mr. Cuong, and everyone listened to it very intoxicated.

After dinner in the evening, Xiaobao and I followed Mr. Cuong to the small bar he said. Mr. Ah Qiang is a native of Sichuan, with a straightforward personality and a bit of a charlatan. Ask me, "How's this arm print?" The two flower arms tattoo on his arm did not have the slightest sense of disobedience, it was natural. I can't say anything like a work of art, but it's the most beautiful flower arm I've ever seen.

It is indeed easy for a person to make friends in a strange city, and occasionally he will say what is in his heart to each other. We drank a lot of wine in the evening and played late. He said he hadn't been happier in a long time than he was today, and I could tell he was telling what he was saying.

The next morning we woke up early as usual, and I felt that it would be a desecration of nature to not enjoy the morning air here. Before going downstairs, Xiaobao also knocked on the door of the next room with his hand, "Get up, eat early." After a short pause, a lazy voice came from the room, "You guys go first, and we'll sleep a little longer." "I can't help but give Xiaobao a thumbs up, a little courage.

Today's class began to be nervous, the course was very full, in the morning was about the theory of Japanese bread and the method of making noodles, Mr. Ah Qiang spoke very seriously, demonstrating how to make the noodles out of the glove film, saying: "One more point is fat, and one less point is thin." The little fat girl opposite me named him Deng Tuzi Noodle Method, which caused a lot of laughter in the room. This is the second time I've seen Lynn's smile, her eyes crooked like crescent moons.

During recess, Mr. Cuong asked me to have an open-air barbecue in the evening, and I asked, "Is it just the three of us at night?" He replied, "I understand in seconds." "He understood, and I was a little confused. In the afternoon, we learned how to shape and bake Japanese bread, and looked at the round bread baked out of the oven, like the fat face of a little fat doll. I thought that I finally didn't have to eat cheong fun the next morning.

It was already past six o'clock in the evening after class, and everyone could see that they were quite tired. Teacher Cuong said that he would go back to the dormitory to take a shower first, change his clothes by the way, and let us wait for him at the inn.

The open-air barbecue was on a rooftop on the second floor, the rooftop area was large, there were many tables and many guests, and there were two groups of guests waiting for the table in front of us. I met Lynn and her buddies there, and they had found the map they had given her from Cuong, and I didn't know she would come.

Lynn wore a pink short-sleeved shirt today, light white sweatpants hanging on a pair of black toe sandals, the pink and tender little feet are delicate without a trace of flaws, and the pink little toes are soft and cute, making people's eyes difficult to leave. The one with her is about the same size as her, about one meter six or five, wearing a khaki baseball cap, big eyes, looking shiny, smiling beautifully, it is the kind of dignified and virtuous beauty. Accidentally took a puff of e-cigarette, and the thick smoke enveloped her, and she found another kind of beauty.

Mr. Ah Qiang probably went back to take a shower, and the whole person looked refreshed, wearing a loose round-neck white body, a pair of black sports shorts, and light yellow socks exposed on the outside of white sneakers. Lynn said he was a bit like actor Zhang Jiayi. There was always a soft look in his eyes, which made me wonder if he had really studied theater acting. Xiaobao has not changed much, since Lynn said that he is like Zhang Yixing, he is really getting closer and closer to that, like a big boy all day long.

We ate late and talked a lot together, including everyone's family situation and personal life, and everyone was very honest.

Lynn said that she had a boyfriend who had been in a relationship with her for nine years had broken up, not long after the breakup, and her eyes were red as she spoke, and she looked pitiful. I can see that Xiaobao and Teacher Ah Qiang like her very much. I don't know if I like her too, but reason tells me that even if I like her, I have to keep it in my heart. The city is really full of dreams.

Everyone drank a lot that night, and they were all a little drunk. I looked up at the sky, then at Lynn, and then at the moon, and said to her, "You are very much like Chang'e in the Moon Palace." ”

She smiled, the third time I've seen Lynn's smile, and it's a charming smile. But I don't think she really came out of her last relationship, although she said she was relieved. During the meal, there was a beautiful little flower cat lying at her feet, very quietly.