In early July, the summer is scorching hot.
The western restaurant is full every day, and everyone is very busy.
After the meal was finally over, everyone relaxed a bit.
Xiao Pang took the water handed by the cashier. Without drinking it first, he diligently handed it to Gu Miao next to him, "Come here, Brother Miao drink first."
Gu Miao shook his head.
"Hey, don't be angry." Little Fatty took Gu Miao's shoulders, looking like brothers, "I didn't know she was your girlfriend a few days ago, so I asked for WeChat or something. ."
Gu Miao separated his outstretched hand and said lightly, "I'm not angry."
"Really?" Little Fatty was dubious.
Gu Miao pursed her lips and nodded.
The midday sun came in, and he stood in the shadows, staring blankly at the clean white tiles on the ground.
Since she came to the store to eat last week, she has never been there again. She is busy working, and she can't install WeChat on the old phone, so she can only call her after get off work at night.
Is she unhappy
The young man lowered his eyes, his expression gloomy.
The store is quiet, with the air conditioner working next to it, making a thin hum.
The little fat pestle Gu Miao's hand, with an excited tone, "Hey, look, is that your girlfriend?"
Gu Miao's eyelashes trembled and she looked up.
The dazzling sunlight fell in at noon, the girl was wearing a moon-white dress, her long wavy hair was fixed by a bow, and a few strands fell slantingly, looking slender and moving.
She followed behind the manager, and Tingting walked over.
Everyone stopped unknowingly. The manager coughed and said, "This is Cheng Chu, the newly recruited pianist in our store. The little girl is new here, so everyone should take care of her."
"That's for sure." Little Fatty chuckled, and tugged at Gu Miao's sleeve with his hands, "Is that so, Brother Miao?"
Gu Miao stood there blankly, with a momentary blank in her mind.
After the manager left, the tense atmosphere instantly dissipated.
Little Fatty winked at Gu Miao and walked away wisely.
In the glass vase in front of the cash register was a bunch of bellflowers, the girl reached out and touched the petals, her delicate eyebrows raised slightly: "Brother Miao?"
Her voice was clear and lingering, like the first puddle of clear water on the hilltop in the early summer morning, with a refreshing coolness that made his heart tighten.
"Cough cough cough." Gu Miao lowered her eyes slightly, and her ears were covered with some powder unconsciously: "He shouted blindly."
He pursed his lips, and the waves in his heart that were caused by the girl's words "Miaoge" have not subsided yet, and rippling shallowly.
"Then can I call you Brother Miao in the future?" The girl smiled.
Gu Miao's fingertips trembled slightly.
The girl didn't know how fast her heart beat when she softly and skillfully called "Miao Ge".
The feeling of joy in the tremors made him addicted to it unconsciously, and he could not wait to indulge in it all the time.
The wind was blowing gently, and the pale yellow lisianthus swayed slightly.
Seeing that he didn't answer, the girl asked tentatively, "Can't you?"
Gu Miao's Adam's apple rolled, and her dark eyes were filled with emotion, "Yes."
The girl smiled slightly, "But I seem to be a few days older than you, isn't it bad to call it that."
Gu Miao frowned slightly, "No, you are younger than me."
"Ah? But isn't your birthday a few days later than mine?" Cheng Chu asked curiously.
Gu Miao lowered her eyes and said warmly, "I study late, so I'm one year older than you."
"Ah?" Cheng Chu's eyes widened, "Isn't it your eighteenth birthday last year?"
She lowered her voice, and felt regretful, "I didn't celebrate properly."
"It's okay." The boy hesitated and took a step forward, his tall figure blocked the sunlight outside, "You have given me a very good gift."
During the half year she went to the attached middle school, the pair of gold-rimmed glasses was placed on his bedside table, and he always had to wipe them carefully before going to bed.
"But you've never worn those glasses." The girl raised her eyes, and there was a hint of disappointment in the soft smoke.
"You gave it." The young man's heart beat fast, and his dark eyes staggered shyly, "I can't bear it."
The faint fragrance of eustoma was in the air, and the girl laughed suddenly, "I didn't expect you to speak sweet words."
The boy's face turned red instantly, he pursed his lips, and his eyes showed a little helplessness.
Listening to Xiaopang, girls like to listen to sweet words, but he is clumsy, and he blushes when he says a few words to her.
Is it not good enough just now
But, that's what he really said...
"You, don't you like it?" He lowered his voice, cautiously.
The girl took a few steps closer, looked around, and found that no one was paying attention, she reached out and slightly hooked his little finger.
"I like it," she said softly.
The touching fingertips aroused a trace of electric current, which suddenly rushed into Gu Miao's heart, and the tip of his heart rushed desperately, almost jumping out of his chest.
The girl took a step forward, and the light fragrance on her body, accompanied by the light fragrance of eustoma, filled the boy's heart.
She didn't seem to understand what kind of tremors her every move brought to the boy, and the smile on her lips was extremely innocent.
"Say more." She leaned closer to his ear and called him softly, "Miao brother."
The boy's ears were so red that he seemed to bleed in the next second. His fingertips trembled, thinking frantically about the rhetoric that Fatty once said to customers.
But the brains of the top ten in the city for the college entrance examination seemed to be frozen in this second, and they couldn't think of a nice compliment.
He pursed his lips white with anxiety, and clenched his fists in annoyance.
In the afternoon, the restaurant was clean and bright, and the summer light came in. The girl looked up at him, her charming peach eyes, full of anticipation.
Gu Miao was short of breath, closed her eyes, her Adam's apple rolled quickly, and after thinking and thinking, she said in a hoarse voice: "You are so beautiful today."
After he finished speaking, he regretted that he wanted to find a hole to burrow into in the next second.
It's really useless to say even a nice word in such a dry way.
But the girl was very happy, her delicate eyebrows and eyes stretched slightly, as if a soft halo spread, which was very beautiful.
"Well said, I'll talk more about it later." She nodded approvingly, the delicate bow on the top of her hair swayed slightly.
That's fine, okay
The young man lowered his eyes, and the shallow joy crept up the corners of his brows. He twitched his eyelashes, but he couldn't hide the light in his eyes.
He can say a lot in the future to make her so happy every day.
The restaurant only has a two-hour break at noon, and at four o'clock, many diners will come to have afternoon tea.
Cheng Chu's working hours are from 4:00 pm to 10:00 pm, and the hourly salary is 30 yuan, which is slightly more than that of a waiter.
Night is about to fall, the crystal lamp on the top of the restaurant lights up, and the pale golden light accompanied by the crimson sunset makes the whole restaurant beautiful.
Gu Miao was wearing a clean white shirt, a nineteen-year-old boy, clean and handsome, with gentle and gentle brows, but a straight back.
He came out of the kitchen with pancakes on his plate, and his footsteps froze slightly as he passed the grand piano in the middle of the dining room.
The soothing sound of music drifted into his ears.
The girl played Chopin's Nocturne.
A ray of soft light fell on her body, lining her shoulders and neck with white snow, like a little fairy who came at midnight,
The little fairy danced with her fingertips, raised her eyes and smiled at him.
The corners of Gu Miao's lips were slightly hooked, and the roots of her ears were blushing.
He suddenly remembered that on the New Year's Eve of the second year of high school, she played this tune for himself in the piano room. It was quiet and soothing, like the wind blowing in the spring, which calmed his restless heart.
The restaurant in the evening had a quiet atmosphere. Little Fatty walked over and said in a low voice, "Come on, the second table is rushing, don't be so fussy, it's time for the manager to curse."
The young man shook his head, and then retracted his eyes.
The first day of Cheng Chu's part-time job passed quickly and smoothly. Several guests thought she played well, ordered a piece of music, and tipped her.
The moon hangs high in the sky.
By the time the two came out of the store, it was almost eleven o'clock.
The moonlight is bright but gentle.
Gu Miao brought Cheng Chu to the parking shed.
"Is this your new bike?" Cheng Chu asked, looking at the cool silver-gray bike in front of him.
Gu Miao nodded. He didn't take the bicycle with him when he left the house. The store was too far from the house he rented, so he had no choice but to borrow a month's salary from the store manager and buy a second-hand one.
The former owner of this car kept it pretty well, Gu Miao wiped the seat and whispered, "I didn't know you would come today, so there is no cushion, you will sit on the spot, and I will be there tomorrow. superior."
Cheng Chu shook his head with a smile, straightened his skirt, and sat up diagonally, "It's alright, don't pretend, your car is so cool, after you've installed it, it will destroy the whole."
Gu Miao stepped on the pedals and was about to speak when a pair of hands gently wrapped around his waist.
He gasped for breath, and then his heart almost stopped.
On a midsummer night, the teenager was only wearing a thin T-shirt, and the heat from his back almost made his handlebars unsteady.
"Let's go." The girl's soft cheeks pressed against his hard back, her voice gently drifting into the night wind.
Gu Miao stabilized her heartbeat, stepped on the pedals, and drove into the moonlight.
The wind of the summer night was slightly cold, blowing on the hot heart of the young man. The wind was blowing under his feet, and he felt that his heart was supported by soft clouds, and it flew into the air lightly.
The store was very close to Cheng Chu's house, and it took ten minutes to arrive.
The soft moonlight passed through the camphor trees, casting fine shadows.
The breeze was blowing softly, and Xu Shi understood that speaking was goodbye, so neither of the two spoke.
After an unknown time, a violent car horn sounded behind him.
The two men moved the car aside as if waking up from a dream.
The villa area in the distance was dark, and many people turned off the lights, leaving only the street lights slantingly shaded.
Cheng Chu raised his eyes and said softly, "Then shall I go first?"
The boy's shoulders drooped down, and his dark eyes flashed at her, like a puppy abandoned by his master.
Cheng Chu's heart softened, she pursed her lips, and whispered, "How about a good night kiss?"
The boy raised his eyes, and his pupils lit up instantly.
The night was boundless, the girl closed her eyes, her butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and shyness seemed to overflow from her lips.
There was a very light fragrance of flowers drifting over, and the young man's heart trembled, the tips of his drooping fingers trembled, and he was slightly attached to his body, and kissed her eyes reverently and cherishly.
"Good night, Chu Chu."
The second love sentence that the teenager spent a day thinking of, "You look beautiful when you close your eyes."
The author has something to say: Gu Miao: The moonlight is beautiful, and so are you