The hot pot restaurant was full of people.
There was a continuous sound of running water from the bathroom sink, the garlic oil dish was bent, and the head was tucked under the faucet to wash.
Everyone who went in and out of the bathroom felt weird, raised their eyes and glanced at them, then quickly looked away and walked away.
Chu Zhi's face was pale, and she stood by the side and looked at the person in front of her anxiously.
Originally, five minutes ago, she even thought that her life was coming to an end, and she might have to stay in this hot pot restaurant today, but she didn't expect that this man's temper was much better than she imagined, even though she put all the oil in a dish full of oil. Buckle his head.
Chu Zhi thought that he would also press her head into the sesame sauce next to her, and she was even ready to hold her breath.
But the more the other party was like this, the more uneasy she felt and the more guilt she felt.
The sound of rushing water reverberated a bit empty, Chuzhi stood behind the man, looked at his broad back, and reminded weakly, "There is a coriander in the hair on the left."
"… "
The other party was silent for a few seconds, turned his head sideways, and let the water wash his left temple: "Thank you."
Chuzhi shrank her shoulders, feeling that thank you was definitely not meant to be grateful anyway.
The height of the sink is a little too low for a man. He was uncomfortable looking at it. Chu Zhi looked at it for a while, hesitating whether to wash it for him or not, and said again: "That..."
He heard it, paused for a moment, and raised his head with one hand on the table.
Her hair was wet and dripping with strings of water, her face and neck were full of water droplets, and the collar of the black sweater was completely wet.
His long eyes were dark and his thin lips were slightly pursed. Without turning his head, he looked at her expressionlessly through the huge mirror in front of him, waiting for the next paragraph.
The man's expression is really not friendly and kind, and the aura is very strong. It seems that he is holding back so that he does not lose his temper.
Chu Zhi swallowed and his eyes fell on the hand sanitizer on the marble countertop.
"I don't think it's clean. Would you like to squeeze some hand sanitizer?" Chu Zhi asked tentatively.
The man looked like she was annoyed with laughter: "Or you can go to the back kitchen and get me a bottle of dishwashing liquid?"
Chu Zhi looked at him in surprise: "Do you want it?" She straightened up and looked like she was going to get it for him soon.
"… "
He ignored her, turned on the faucet again, and lowered his head.
One of the two washed their hair in the bathroom of the hot pot restaurant, and the other watched each other wash their hair. They went back and forth and received countless attention.
No one spoke, and the silence was a little embarrassing.
Chu Zhi suddenly remembered a Japanese drama she had watched before. The hero was a monk. When she met the heroine for the first time, the heroine pinned her ashes on the head of the hero who was doing something.
In the end, the male protagonist not only didn't kill her, but he even fell in love with her like a little wolf dog and ran after the female protagonist every day.
I don't know how the heroine apologized later, and did she wash the hair of the hero in the mourning hall.
Chuzhi had a thought about whether to take it together or not.
She leaned against the wall and wandered wildly, and when she came back to her senses, she found that the man had raised his head and looked at her in the mirror.
He probably felt that the minced garlic, chopped green onion, etc. on his head had been rinsed, and he didn't hold out any hope that the oil would be washed off. He raised his hand and turned off the faucet, and suddenly said, "What do you want?"
Chu Zhi stood behind him, leaning against the wall and looking at him.
The black sweater on the man was also dirty, and the oil stains on it looked deeper than the surrounding area, with the OFF-WHITE LOGO.
I don't know if he can still buy it now.
She didn't pay attention to what he said, and responded in a trance: "Huh?"
The man stretched his long legs, took two steps closer, bowed his head, raised his eyebrows and looked at her, raised his eyes and hooked his lips: "What do you want, you can say it directly, you don't have to be so troublesome."
Even in this embarrassed appearance, his appearance has not been lowered. Under the warm light in the hot pot restaurant, his skin is still a cold white that cannot be soaked in. His eyes are long and narrow, with inner hooks and outer curls, and double eyelids are very thin. Deep, eyes slightly raised.
A bit like peach blossom eyes, and a bit like Danfeng eyes.
The person was obviously smiling, but it didn't make people feel at all distracted, cold and frivolous, with a bit of a casual ruffian.
I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Chu Zhi felt that as soon as he approached, there was a faint smell of garlic in the air.
Not to mention, the dipping sauce in this hot pot restaurant is quite good.
She pursed her lips and thought for a while, took out her phone, and asked softly, "Can you give me your contact information?"
He raised his lips, made a long and slow "ha", and reported a series of phone numbers.
Chuzhi seriously pressed down one number at a time and dialed it.
A bell rang in the man's trouser pocket.
She hung up, raised her head, and was about to speak when her phone rang again. Lin Tong called and asked where she had gone.
It was unclear for a while, Chu Zhi explained briefly while watching the man looking down at his clothes, frowning.
The guilt jumped to a critical value, Chu Zhi hung up the phone, looked at his oil-stained black sweater piece by piece, bit his lip, raised his head, his expression suddenly serious, and began to report to his family: "I am A big one advertises Chuzhi in class two,"
The little girl looked at him and said solemnly and seriously, "I'm really sorry for what I did to you today. Don't worry, I will take responsibility."
"… "
Chuzhi's idea is quite simple. People are happy to have a hot pot, and they are all good, but suddenly! It will make people fly a saucer of oil on the head.
Thinking of the beautiful young lady who chatted with him during the day, what if the family was here for a date? With a head of minced garlic, I went back, and I lost my share.
It was all her responsibility for the accident, and Chu Zhi felt that she had to pay for new clothes to others.
In order to reassure the other party that he would never default on his account, he simply told him his phone number and name.
However, the new students started military training the next day for half a month. Chuzhi had no time to think about it. Every day from morning to night, he was so tired that he didn’t want to lift his fingers. , After drying the A side and drying the B side.
And a week later, Lu Jiaheng almost forgot about this matter, until one day a group of people came back overnight and happened to pass by the playground to see the new military training.
"During the military training, we can see the difference in the overall quality of the players. Especially after a week, the demons and monsters who should be in their original form have already appeared, and the fairies are still fairies." With his hand, he pointed to the girl in the military training uniform at the front of the queue standing in a military posture on the playground, and looked back at Lu Jiaheng, "Is this the one you want on WeChat when you start school?"
Lu Jiaheng hadn't slept all night last night. At this time, his eyes were sore that he raised his eyes and glanced perfunctorily: "It seems so."
Next to him, Lin Boyang looked in the direction Cheng Yi pointed, with an unbearable expression on his face: "Lu Jiaheng, you are a goddamn idiot."
Cheng Yi looked disappointed: "I want to use my ten-year life in bed for A-Heng's heartless flirting with a girl."
Lin Boyang: "I'm drafting Uncle Cheng Yi."
Cheng Yi was still pressing over there, Lu Jiaheng heard the sound from his left ear, and inadvertently swept across the rows of green in front of him, his eyes fixed.
A girl in a military training uniform stood at the end of the team. The morning sun was scorching hot, and a cloud passed by. Everyone before her was shrouded in shadow. Only she stood at the corner, bathing in the sun alone.
Lu Jiaheng narrowed his eyes and stopped.
For a week, she was surprisingly not tanned. Her large military training uniform made her look small and thin. Her lips were pursed.
His hands were exposed, and his slender fingers were softly placed on the seam of his trousers. When the instructor saw it, he slapped him with a slap: "Clamped! Didn't you eat?"
The instructor's hand was neither light nor heavy, and a little red mark suddenly appeared on the back of the little girl Bai Nennen's hand.
Lu Jiaheng frowned.
It suddenly occurred to me that the girl seemed to have never sent him a punctuation mark since that day.
It took a lot of effort to get his contact information, why was it silent.
This is not the same as what was said.
He turned his head sideways, walked out of the shade of the tree, stood by the entrance gate of the iron mesh of the playground, and looked at her not far or near.
The playground was full of freshmen and officers wearing military training uniforms, and occasionally there were teachers. Lu Jiaheng stood out as soon as he stood at the door, and all the lines next to him looked at him.
As if he didn't feel it, his eyes fell on the girl standing in the sun, leaning slightly, his hands on his knees, the height was lowered, and he wanted to see her eyes hidden under the brim of his hat.
She was probably in a daze again, and after a while, she finally looked over as if she had noticed.
When her eyes met, she was stunned for a while, then blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering in the shadow of the brim of her hat, making it ticklish.
The corners of Lu Jiaheng's lips twitched, waiting for her reaction.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The girl wrinkled her nose and looked away, as if she hadn't seen him.
Lu Jiaheng: ?
He raised his eyebrows, stood up in a hurry, leaned back on the iron net again, and curled his lips lazily.
It's like watching her stand still and standing in a military posture is also a very interesting thing.
At the beginning of September, the sun was shining, and the exposed hair and clothes were all hot. Chuzhi was dazed by the sun, and she didn't have the energy to pay attention to whether someone was watching her constantly.
After a while, the instructor finally shouted twice and pulled the team to rest under the shade of a tree.
Chuzhi looked up in the direction of the playground door.
The garlic oil dish was still leaning there, and the black hair seemed to be filtered and lightened in the sunlight.
Chu Zhi actually didn't want to move at all now, she just wanted to sit down and drink water and rest for a while, but she still owed her a four-digit sweater.
She slowly walked towards him with her head drooping, moving in front of him like a small plant that was drained by the sun and wilted.
The little plant just reached his chest, raised his head, and stared at him for a while.
She didn't know his name yet, so she paused and called out obediently, "Hello, senior."
His throat was a little hoarse, his lips were dry, his eyelashes were long and dense, and his deer eyes were black and white, bright and clean.
The white auricles were reddened by the scorching sun, and bloodshots seemed to be visible under the thin skin.
As if being bewitched, Lu Jiaheng suddenly raised his hand without warning, stretched his slender fingers to her ear, and lightly touched her red auricle.
Thin, soft touch, ironing cold fingertips with heat.