As one of the few five-star hotels in Wuhan, Shangri-La has lived up to its reputation. The excellent service and exquisite decoration are first-class, so the consumption is also first-class. It costs several hundred yuan for two people to sit inside and drink two cups of coffee. Of course, for many people, such consumption is nothing, but for the paranormal personnel who earn only more than 2,000 yuan a month, it is enough to eat such a meal.
Xu Zhe and Wu Qian found a window seat in the western restaurant of this hotel and sat down. I don't know if it was the wrong time or the price was too high, the western restaurant seemed very deserted and quiet.
The waiter politely placed the menu in front of the two of them with a professional smile on his face.
Wu Qian trembled slightly when she opened the menu. Any dish she picked would cost three figures, and the pictures on display showed that she could finish it in three bites at most.
"Whatever, don't worry about the price..." Supporting his forehead with one hand, Xu Zhe looked at the street scene outside the window, his eyes still confused.
Post "It's yours." After getting approval, Wu Qian showed an evil smile at the corner of her mouth.
Three parts hunger and seven parts revenge, Wu Qian, who had been humiliated for two days, began to vent. She bought whatever was expensive and even ordered a bottle of 1982 Lafite (red wine).
Even the waiter standing next to him couldn't help but look at Xu Zhe and felt sorry for his wallet.
The hotel served the food very quickly, and the food was delivered in no time. Fortunately, the food was served in the order of the meal, and it would be served after the meal was finished. Otherwise, even if there were three more Western-style tables, there would not be enough space for the food Wu Qian wanted.
The Western food in the hotel is indeed so exquisite and delicious, as if the appreciation is more important than the consumption? Wu Qian's movements are quite ladylike, but she eats a little too fast. She swallows many delicious foods before she can fully taste them. In contrast, Xu Zhe's appetite is not good. He always takes a long time to remember that he is eating and takes a bite slowly.
All his attention was focused on the folder he brought back, carefully reading the information about the exhibits.
"Hurry up and eat, the food is getting cold..." Wu Qian reminded him a little embarrassedly when she saw that Xu Zhe had only finished half of the first dish while she had already started eating the fourth dish.
Post "I'm eating..." Xu Zhe didn't even raise his head and continued to look at the information.
"Oh..." Wu Qian didn't know what to say, because Xu Zhe's face was saying "I don't want to talk, ignore me..."
Post a luxurious lunch, eat it in a dull way.
"Just ask anything you want to ask. You look so curious..." Finally after finishing reading the document, Xu Zhe closed the folder and put it aside. This was probably a compromise to Wu Qian's curious look.
"Can you tell me who Xue'er is?" Wu Qian seemed to have discovered a rare opportunity and even put down the food in front of her.
“How did you know this name?!” Xu Zhe’s expression turned cold in an instant.
"That's right... when you were unconscious, Ouyang told me some things about you. If I was determined to keep working with you, I could ask you about Xue'er..." At this point, Wu Qian was indeed frightened by Xu Zhe's serious look, as if she would be eaten at any time.
The publishing environment suddenly became cold again, and the constant sense of oppression almost suffocated me...
"Ah..." Xu Zhe sighed lightly, his eyes unexpectedly calmed down, supporting his chin with one hand and looking out of the bed, "Forget it, since you are not afraid of death, if you want to continue, you have to know my taboos...
Taboo one: Do not disobey my orders.
Release the second taboo, do not save me, even if I am dying, do not help me..."
"But I'm your partner!" Wu Qian naturally protested when she heard Xu Zhe's words, but when Xu Zhe glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, she instantly became quiet again.
"Taboo three, you are not allowed to mention the name 'Xue'er' in front of me without any reason." Xu Zhe finished the unfinished words.
"I just want to know who she belongs to..." Wu Qiansheng muttered, as if she had suffered some injustice, and ate the food in a huff.
"Xue'er is my wife." Xu Zhe suddenly said, Wu Qian was so excited that she almost spit out what was in her mouth, "Eight years ago, if that car accident hadn't happened, I would have married her..."
The river of memories is moved by words, and all the changes started on a summer day eight years ago...
Life is unpredictable. Today you may be working hard for your career and family, but tomorrow you may be "liberated" by an untimely death. But the most painful ones are not the dead, but those who survived.
No matter how many times he posted it, when he recalled that scene, Xu Zhe really hoped that the one lying in the pool of blood was himself...
In 1997, in Beijing, Xu Zhe was 17 years old. He was just a student in an ordinary college with ordinary grades, ordinary family and ordinary interpersonal relationships. He was the kind of supporting role that could not be found even in the crowd. For Xu Zhe at that time, the biggest goal in life was to be a wandering painter. Xu Zhe liked to paint since he was a child because there lived an old lady next door, who was a retired art teacher. At that time, Xu Zhe liked to run to the old lady's house to see how the old lady mixed the paint and how to draw beautiful pictures on the white canvas.
Whenever he looks at a finished painting, a happy smile naturally appears on Xu Zhe's face.
But after growing up, the reality makes students no longer have the leisure time to draw. As a student who is about to enter the third year of high school and take the college entrance examination, Xu Zhe is more likely to use a 2B pencil to fill in the answers, and is faced with a test paper full of densely packed questions. The helplessness of life has made Xu Zhe deeply understand it during his student days...
Like all high school boys, the anxiety of adolescence and the curiosity about women make these students who are like men but not yet men, crave for love like crazy...
Xu Zhe is totally different from other boys in this respect. His love is like a painting, everything is so peaceful and gentle...
But this love has the saddest ending...
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