Chapter 10 girl who loves seafood

She is a girl who grew up in an inland city but loves seafood.I met her in Beijing.Beijing is not close to the sea, but there are countless Cantonese restaurants - fresh seafood brought in by air are kept in glass water tanks for customers to choose from.During that time, my financial situation was not bad, writing articles was smooth, and remittance orders came pouring in.Once I just got the money from the post office, so I led her into the "Wanjia Denghuo" next door, where I ordered several special dishes such as blue crabs, prawns, and fried razor clams.She was a little embarrassed, but couldn't hide her excitement.She's still in college, I think the food in the student cafeteria should be terrible, right?So two more cups of shark fin soup were added—against her disapproval.

The blue crab came up, and it also came with a set of small and exquisite tools.She starts by cracking open a fat crab claw with her pincers, and places it on a plate in front of me.Then he concentrated on dealing with his own one.The little girl is quite polite. She is also very skilled in peeling the shrimp.My heart trembled: People often treat her to dinner like this, right?It's no wonder, who made her look beautiful and eye-catching.In the brightly lit restaurant, she is like the princess in "Roman Holiday" - a private visit in a disguise.She smiled at me shyly: "I get carried away when I encounter something I like to eat. Please forgive me." I also laughed: "I just like your attitude of acting like no one else."

When paying the bill, the figures on the bill made her smack her tongue, as guilty as a child who made a mistake: "It's all my fault, and you have written at least a few thousand words in vain. Let me tell you a story——Let You write it as a novel to make up for the loss. Okay?" "You sit in front of me, that's the story." The topic immediately shifted to the price of seafood.She said why the seafood in Beijing is so expensive. If you eat it in coastal cities, it must be much cheaper.I said that this price is not only the value of the seafood, but also paid for the air ticket for the seafood.She pretended to be whimsical: "Then why not buy a plane ticket to go to the beach by ourselves, eat a lot, and come back when we are satisfied. It will be more cost-effective."

I took her joke seriously: "Sure. Qingdao is quite close to Beijing." She thought about it: "Then let's go by train, save the air ticket money, and eat more seafood." I don't know whether it was a spur of the moment or a long-awaited one. We set off for Qingdao the next day.I live in a hotel called Gulf Wind near the trestle bridge, and there is a food stall selling freshly caught seafood in front of the door.She told me that this was actually the first time she saw the sea.The reason why she readily agreed to my travel plan is not so much the temptation of seafood, but the temptation of the sea.She will never forget who first accompanied her to see the sea in her life, who made a girl date the sea.Anyone who sees the sea for the first time is as excited as first love—I am her witness.Those who fall in love at the first time are as excited as a trickle melting into the sea-the sea is our witness.Me and the sea gave her a double thrill.

People who swim will eventually return to land from the sea.Like a fleeting dream—we were soon out of the sea and calm was restored.I don't know how long it took, but for some reason, we stayed away from each other again.A sea of ​​memories that unites us and finally separates us. This was five years ago.This year, I went to Qingdao on a business trip again, and found that the Gulf-style hotel we lived in had been renovated and turned into a dance hall—the name of the hotel was also changed to Golden Furong.This makes me feel like a world away.Fortunately, the seafood stalls in front of the door are still there.I ordered a plate of fried oysters. For some reason, I couldn't taste the taste of the year.Is my sense of taste out of order, or is the seafood stale?The famous Tsingtao beer has also become a bit bitter and astringent.

…This may be the story she told me in a seafood restaurant in Beijing five years ago—we never really went to Qingdao together.She had seen the sea then, accompanied by another man.What she recalled to me was a man who led her to see the sea for the first time.I was just a listener from beginning to end.It wasn't thrilling fiction material—I was done listening to it at the time.I suddenly remembered it today.Let's write the story of this inner city girl--to live up to her good intentions.