It was past nine o'clock in the evening when Song Xin left that day. Ting Shuang opened Distance and glanced at the current distance of Cycle: 4.8 kilometers.
He smiled at the number for a while, and sent a message: It's early to go home.
After about ten minutes, Cycle: Just got home.
Ting Shuang thought for a while and affirmed: I am not Cha Gang. I am worried about you.
Cycle: What to worry about.
Ting Shuang began to talk nonsense: You see, the refugee problem in Germany is also quite serious...
Cycle: So
Ting Shuang replied: I am afraid that someone will rob you.
Cycle: Worry about yourself first.
Worry about yourself first.
This is a voice message at all, and Ting Shuang can fully imagine the tone of Bai Changyi's words.
It tickles people's hearts.
Ting Shuang held it down for a while, but she didn't hold back, and replied: How about we... say something
Bai Changyi dialed the voice call directly, Ting Shuang cleared his throat and answered immediately, but suddenly he didn't know what to say, so he asked very tastelessly: "Can you hear..."
Bai Changyi said, "Well."
"Well..." Ting Shuang searched for topics, "what are you doing?"
Bai Changyi said, "Watch the news."
Ting Shuang said, "what news?"
Bai Changyi said, "Spiegel.①" Ting Shuang said, "What did it say above?"
Bai Changyi said: "Sports news. Premier League, Chelsea draws Burnley."
"You watch football? Do you remember last year's World Cup when Germany was eliminated by South Korea? At that time, I and... " Ting Shuang paused, "... Well, my ex-boyfriend was watching the football in the bar, but the ball ended up playing like that. The Germans were so angry that when we went home, we were afraid of fighting with the Germans, so we almost didn’t write on our faces: I’m not Korean.”
Ting Shuang originally wanted to make a joke, but he didn't expect Liang Zhengxuan to be in any story he told. He found that when talking about the past, it was easy to mention his ex-boyfriend accidentally, and it would be better to say less in the future.
Bai Changyi smiled, feeling that he didn't care.
Ting Shuang hurriedly changed the subject: "then... how was your dinner? "
Bai Changyi said, "It's okay. I ate it with my former mentor."
"Ah teacher..." Ting Shuang suddenly remembered the huge hickey he left on Bai Changyi's neck.
If I knew it was a teacher, I wouldn't mess around...
Bai Changyi said, "Well, he moved to Spain after he retired. It's rare to come back once."
Ting Shuang was a little uneasy: "all retired, so he should be quite old... He didn't say anything... "
Bai Changyi said, "What do you say?"
Ting Shuang said hesitantly, "Just... the neck."
Bai Changyi said, "I didn't say anything."
Ting Shuang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."
Before he could relax, he heard the second half of Bai Changyi's sentence: "He just asked me if I knew it was popular to wear turtleneck sweaters recently."
After that, Professor Bai Da wore a turtleneck sweater for a week.
It is said to be because of popularity. Um.
Friday.
Ting Shuang packed up before going out in the morning: took a shower, shaved his beard, styled his hair, and deliberately wore a pair of low-waisted, tightly wrapped black panties under his jeans. He just waited for the morning class to finish, and went out on a date with Bai Changyi in the afternoon.
Unexpectedly, at noon, Bai Changyi told him that he had no time.
The biggest disadvantage of Professor Bai Da is that he has no time.
In addition to being able to meet in class, Ting Shuang can only chat with Bai Changyi on Distance at night, and say good night or something.
Ting Shuang typed and asked: When will I have time...
Cycle: Tomorrow.
tomorrow
Ting Shuanghui: When is tomorrow
Cycle: AM.
Ting Shuanghui: Tomorrow is Saturday.
Cycle: I know.
you know
Ting Shuang was a little unhappy.
What I said before, I remember it. I clearly said that he was going to work in a cafe during the day on Saturdays, but now I forgot it in a blink of an eye.
Also taught, memory is not as good as a fish.
Ting Shuang stuffed her phone into her pocket and rode her bike home.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ting Shuang (deceiving himself) put on a gesture of indifference and glanced at the phone casually.
Nothing new.
He stared at Cycle's avatar and slandered: I took the initiative to say goodnight to you so many times, can't you take the initiative to say goodnight to me once? even once
After the belly slander, he felt too hypocritical again. What's the point of a formalist thing like good night? sleep.
Just as he was about to put his phone on Do Not Disturb mode, a new message appeared on the screen.
【Distance】Cycle: Good night.
Ting Shuang jumped up from the bed holding the phone.
What formalism
It's fucking called ritual.
Do you understand the sense of ceremony
Ting Shuang swayed for a long time, and replied very reservedly: Well, good night.
After sending it, he warned himself: Ting Shuang, control your hand, that's it, that's enough, don't send any more emojis of cats, cats and dogs, and maintain your man's dignity.
Before falling asleep, he thought... Bai Changyi forgot about his part-time job on Saturday, forget it. Professors are busy, so he can't do this kind of trivial matter. He will just say it again next time.
When I woke up the next day, Ting Shuang was in a good mood.
Out of the bedroom, the sun just came in from the window, with the swaying shadow of the garden plants, sprinkled on the wooden floor of the living room. He opened the window, took two deep breaths, and played Guo Ding's "Poor and Beautiful" on his phone, humming and dancing to the rhythm.
Washing up in front of the mirror while jumping.
Jump and pour coffee.
Jumping and packing up to go out to the cafe.
The cafe where he works is not far from the city center, called Freesia②, opposite a toy museum.
Ting Shuang locked the bicycle, went in and said hello to her colleague Stephie, then went to the staff restroom to change into work clothes: black trousers, white shirt, and light brown apron.
At nine o'clock, the cafe opens.
Stephie is in charge of making coffee and taking snacks, while Ting Shuang is in charge of ordering and making coffee.
There was a glass jar in front of the ordering table. There were some coins in the jar. Customers could put the change they were looking for and count the tip. Ting Shuang and Stephie shared it equally.
Ting Shuang helped a customer place an order and turned around to make an ice cream coffee.
Stephie said to Ting Shuang in a very low voice, while making the previous guest's matcha latte, "Oh, 4.99 euro ice cream coffee."
Ting Shuang smiled, knowing that she was complaining that the customer wouldn't even throw a penny back into the tip jar.
Stephie handed the prepared matcha latte to the previous customer. When she turned around, she said excitedly to Ting Shuang, "My God, a Cutie came in just now."
"Cutie?" Ting Shuang handed the ice cream coffee to the customer and looked towards the door - casual trousers, gray turtleneck thin sweater, rimless glasses, thin glasses chain.
Looking at each other, Bai Changyi slightly hooked his lips.
A trace of surprise flashed in Ting Shuang's eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably.
It turned out that Bai Changyi had not forgotten that he wanted to work part-time.
Stephie looked at Bai Changyi and Ting Shuang again, and felt some kind of spark in their eyes. She patted Ting Shuang and said, "Hey, young man, don't forget that you are working."
Ting Shuang looked back and said, "cough, shouldn't we smile at customers?"
Stephie teased: "Oh, of course, if that doesn't include winking."
Ting Shuang tried her best to make her expression look more serious.
When Bai Changyi walked to the ordering counter, Ting Shuang deliberately said in the standard tone of a waiter, "Good morning. What do you need?"
Bai Changyi glanced at the menu and said, "Espresso." Ting Shuang clicked a few times on the ordering machine and asked, "Do you want anything else to eat?"
Bai Changyi said, "No, thank you."
Ting Shuang said: "Then, a total of 2.99 euros, thank you."
Bai Changyi paid the money, and then put the recovered change into the tip jar.
Ting Shuang made coffee and handed it to Bai Changyi and couldn't help but say, "It seems that you are here for the first time... May I ask how you found Freesia?"
Bai Changyi looked at Ting Shuang with a meaningful tone: "My date didn't tell me the address. I had to check it. Fortunately, there is only this cafe 4.0 kilometers away from my home. I'll be waiting for him here today. "
Ting Shuang tried her best to restrain the corners of her mouth that were about to go up again, nodded her head in a fake pattern, and said, "I see. I wish you a good day."
Bai Changyi hooked his lips and said, "You too."
Then he took the coffee, found a seat only two meters away from the ordering table, sat down facing the ordering table, and drank coffee while reading a newspaper.
When there were no guests, Ting Shuang stared at Bai Changyi who was reading the newspaper, and couldn't help whispering to Stephie, "Can I send him something? I'll pay."
Stephie also stared at Bai Changyi and said, "Ting, I support you. He has always been alone, and he was probably put off by his date. What a pity, you can take the opportunity to get his mobile number. You want to send him What? Black Forest cake? Tiramisu? Or strawberry cheesecake?"
Ting Shuang said: "I want to send him..."
all.
Stephie said, "What?"
Ting Shuang said: "cough, I mean, I don't know what he likes to eat, he may not like sweets... Ah, it seems that he has run out of coffee."
Saying that, Ting Shuang made another cup of Espresso and brought it to Bai Changyi.
Bai Changyi raised his eyes.
Ting Shuang bent down to put down the coffee and said, "I feel like you've waited for him for a long time... This is for you."
Bai Changyi's eyes fell on Ting Shuang's waistline, which was clearly outlined by the apron straps. After a while, he turned his eyes to the cup of Espresso, opened his lips and whispered, "I hope this is a cup of decaffeinated coffee."
Ting Shuang said, "Why?"
Bai Changyi raised his eyes and looked at Ting Shuang: "because I don't want to get more excited."