A newly opened Western restaurant on Nanshan Road is good. The decoration is elegant and simple. The light is bright in the afternoon, and the slowly flowing violin music echoes throughout the space. It is quiet and low-pitched, and there is a faint floral fragrance in the air.
Yan Nian liked the seat by the window. He and Jiang Beiyuan sat by the window, overlooking the small crowds and vehicles outside.
Jiangbeiyuan cut the steak and put it on her plate, and then cut the foie gras.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Yan Nian watched as he kept cutting things for her, but she didn't move.
"I'm not very hungry. You eat first."
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyebrows and was carefully cutting things for her, as if he was doing something very important.
Yan Nian held his chin with one hand and looked at his focused posture.
"Hey Teacher Jiang, why are you so serious about my affairs?"
"because I like you."
Boom~!
Yan Nian's heart beat uncontrollably.
The sudden words of love came out of his mouth naturally, so unexpectedly that it was almost fatal.
"You're good at talking, so will you be so serious about other women in the future?"
"Won't."
Jiang Beiyuan did not hesitate, two simple words rolled around his lips without thinking.
"Why?" Yan Nian became interested and asked with a smile.
"Because I won't like other people."
As he spoke, Jiang Beiyuan forked a piece of foie gras and handed it to her mouth.
Following his hand, Yan Nian ate the piece of foie gras by himself, and then forked a piece to feed him.
Reciprocity.
"Hello sir and madam, here is your dessert."
The owner of the restaurant personally served Jiangbeiyuan dessert.
The attractive color of milk pudding, bacon cheese mashed potatoes and chocolate banana milkshake.
Jiang Beiyuan nodded lightly and politely thanked him.
"This boss is probably a fan of Paul Eluard. She has a collection of Eluard's poems in her pocket."
It was rare that Jiang Beiyuan took the initiative to chat with her. Yan Nian became interested and quickly picked up his conversation, "Who is Paul Eluya? Is she Paul Korchagin's sister?"
"… no."
Jiangbeiyuan laughed.
"Idiot, Paul Eluard is a man, and the two are not related by blood."
"Oh... well, I thought they were relatives. Their surname is Paul."
Yan Nian has read the classic "How Steel Was Tempered", a must-read for primary school students, and knows about Paul Korchagin.
Originally, he wanted to show off that he was good at Chinese studies, but in front of Jiang Beiyuan, a university master with both arts and sciences, he still fell into a trap.
Yan Nian lowered his head and ate the cream pudding, which tasted very sweet.
"I love his Phoenix."
Jiang Beiyuan looked into Yan Nian's eyes and said.
Yan Nian couldn't laugh or cry, "What's wrong with you today? You talk so much and you want to discuss literature with me??"
"Once in a while, it's okay."
The smile on Jiang Beiyuan's lips did not diminish, and he still looked at her.
"Phoenix is that pair of lovers, the first but not the last lover. I am the last passer-by on your road, the last spring, the last snow, the last battle for survival."
"Oh, oh, oh, why are you so serious all of a sudden? It's so weird."
Yan Nian shook the goosebumps on his arms and smiled.
Jiang Beiyuan just smiled and said nothing. He didn't say anything more about Paul Eluard, and turned to look out the window.
The sky is clear and blue.
But as the poem says:
The sky lost all light.
After dinner, Yan Nian said he wanted to go to a movie, and Jiang Beiyuan said yes.
"Forget it, I won't go!"
Yan Nian changed his mind again.
(End of chapter)