Chapter 21 Chapter 1 Incomparable Sadness (3)

Xiaoye's fingers are very slender, and for a boy's hand, they feel a little soft.He pulled Marty to Hai'an's table, pulled a chair across from Hai'an and pushed Marty to sit down.Marty's face was hot, and she blushed like a girl, and she couldn't believe it. "Excuse me, Xiaoye must come over." Marty said to Hai'an who put down the bowl and chopsticks, feeling his cheeks became hotter. Hai'an still chewed his food calmly, with a smile on his face. "Let me introduce to you, this is my new friend named Marty. A horse who is a cow and a horse, and a cigarette butt." Xiaoye looked really happy.Marty really wanted to be different, but she couldn't help but took out her business card and presented it to Hai'an with both hands.

"This is my business card, please advise." Hai'an took the business card and looked at it. He looked directly at Marty: "Thank you. I don't have a business card." "May I ask your surname?" Marty really hated himself, full of vulgar business language. "Test you! I'll write it for you." Xiaoye yelled, dipped her finger in some boiling water, and wrote the word "岢" on the table. "K—k—" Marty couldn't pronounce it. "Nianke." Hai'an said, his voice was so soft, "My surname is rare." "Brother Ke has the only surname in Taiwan." Xiaoye said happily.

"Don't you have any family?" Marty couldn't help asking. "They're all abroad." Hai'an took the napkin to wipe his mouth, pushed away the plate, and Xiaoye jumped up to help him clean up the table quickly. "Ah, so you don't have a home either." For the first time, Marty looked directly into Haian's wonderful eyes. "Home? Do you mean a residence, or a place where you live with relatives? If it's the latter, fortunately, I don't have one." Hai'an shook his hands to reject the fruit that Xiaoye brought up, and whispered a few words to Xiaoye.

"That's right." Marty lowered his eyes. "When I was a child, I always wanted to have a family. This regret made me rebel and give up on myself. Now that I have reached the age of independence, it is time to organize my own family. The longing and the concept are all at a loss.” "So what you long for is a kind of warm shelter, whether it's home or not." "Maybe." Marty's face faded from the fever, finally returning to her usual level of thinking.Marty looked at Hai'an, who was sitting across from her, and had a whole new perspective on him.

Hai'an's full forehead, masculine chin, and his radiant eyes all show his well-developed interior.The Hai'an in front of him not only showed no signs of a weak soul, but was also a very strong person physically and mentally. The glass door was pulled open heavily, and Marty turned to look, only to find that the entire coffee shop was almost full.In came Jill. Jier opened the seat next to Hai'an, and as soon as she sat down, she spread out a work diary and a large stack of photocopied materials on the table. She frantically fumbled through her backpack, and finally took out a ballpoint pen and threw it in front of the diary. .

"Hi, Haian. Hi, Marty." "You remember me?" Marty was a little flattered. "Remember." Now Jier held the ballpoint pen cap to her mouth, flipped through the information, her articulation was very unclear, "You came to look for Xiaoye last time, bad luck, Xiaoye didn't see any visitors that day." As for her rudeness that day, Jill didn't mention it.She tied a high ponytail today, her waterfall-like long hair was neatly parted, and she still didn't have any makeup on.Hai'an put a hand on her shoulder.Jill was completely buried in her files.

Xiaoye came with two cups of coffee on a plate. "Hey, Jill, you're here." Jill still buried her head in reading the information, only waved her hand. "Marty, try it." Xiaoye gave Hai'an and Marty each a cup of coffee, "This is the special drinking method specified by Brother Ke. Do you want to drink it, Jill?" "No," said Jill. Xiaoye looked at Marty with great interest, and enthusiastically explained: "This is made of three-quarters of super blue mountain and one-quarter of UCC charcoal roast beans, mixed and boiled, poured with double cream, no sugar, And a pinch of cinnamon. How about it?"

Marty took a sip, and it was bitter, and she swallowed it, and said, "Oh, that's called hard work." Hai'an smiled: "That's a good point. The pungent taste of cinnamon and the bitter taste of coffee is to taste the aftertaste of that bitterness." Hai'an also tasted a little coffee. "Haian," Jier pushed her information in front of Hai'an, pointing with the tip of a pen, "Look at how this word is interpreted." It was an English document. Based on the sense of superiority of the graduates of the English department, Marty also looked at it.The result was very frustrating, there were a lot of miscellaneous words on it, and the word Jill was referring to, vicissi-tudinous, she happened to have no idea.

"Well, how should I say it?" Hai'an waved his hands alternately in the air, "The two phases cycle alternately, which means alternating ups and downs. This word is rare." A bigger blow came.Jill then discussed with Hai'an in fast English, the content seemed to involve an ancient Western decree, but Marty only understood about 70% of it. Xiaoye looked around boredly, and when they were done discussing, Jier fell into the pile of materials again, and he asked Hai'an: "Brother Ke, the Bourbon you wanted hasn't arrived yet, can I make you a glass of Dry Gin? OK! Jill, do you want to drink?"

Jill shook her hand, Xiaoye looked at Marty again, Marty hesitated, her alcohol capacity was very light. "This shop treats you, Marty, do you know that as long as you sit at this table, you are one of us." Xiaoye raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, that innocent boy's smile that Marty couldn't resist. Marty nodded with a smile. In such a warm place, why not drink some wine? "Aren't you afraid of losing money if you're so generous?" Marty asked. "No way," Jier interjected, "with the golden bull Hai'an here, no matter how much you lose, you won't be afraid."

Xiaoye quickly mixed two glasses of gin and brought them over, and was busy at the bar again. Hai'an picked up the glass and looked at the transparent wine juice: "It's tasteless, but fragrant, just treat it as wine... When there is no wine, go to the river to drink your own shadow..." Marty didn't want to show off, but she blurted out: "... when you don't have a mouth, you breathe through your wound." Hai'an was very happy, but it was Marty who was actually surprised.This is just an unknown poem by an early poet in China, and she never thought of sharing it with others. "Ah, one of my favorite little poems," Heian said. "Marty, poetry isn't being read by many people these years. Our society is being drowned in collective banality. Look at Jill, she's Do not read poetry."