Rebirth, I really don't want to be a scumbag

In fact, Western restaurants are not considered high-end. The average meal costs about 1000 yuan per person. If you order red wine, you can order it casually. It costs about 2000 yuan. The quality is not too bad, and you can barely make up for it.

Zhou Yuwen skillfully ordered western food over there, and Jiang Ting looked on, full of surprises. She didn't understand why Zhou Yuwen knew this, but looking at the candlelight dinner and steak with red wine in front of her, Jiang Ting was really happy.

She asked Zhou Yuwen how he knew so much.

While cutting the steak, Zhou Yuwen replied that he had eaten it twice before.

"I was still very young at the time, maybe Qianqian didn't know about it."

Jiang Ting listened quietly to Zhou Yuwen telling about her own affairs. Zhou Yuwen said that she might have grown up with Su Qianqian, but to be honest, they were busy with their own things after high school.

"Qianqian's mother has strict requirements on Qianqian, and she enrolls in different cram schools every week, and I am a free-ranging child by nature. Experience everything, secretly save a sum of money to go to a western restaurant for a meal, and then go to a theater in the city to listen to an opera, anyway, it’s boring.”

Zhou Yuwen took a sip of the red wine and said lightly.

Zhou Yuwen said that he likes to travel alone, and he likes the feeling of enjoying loneliness alone. He took the train to Mount Tai alone in the middle of the night, and then climbed to Yuhuang Road to see the rolling sea of ​​clouds and the rising sun.

That feeling is really beautiful.

Jiang Ting rested her chin on her hand and listened quietly.

The candlelight flickered on the table, and the flames danced in Jiang Ting's eyes.

"You eat my part, I'll cut up my part." Zhou Yuwen cut up the steak and brought it to Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting didn't realize it for a moment, she was so focused on listening to Zhou Yuwen that she forgot to eat.

"I..." Jiang Ting faltered, trying to refuse.

"It's okay, just eat mine. I've been to this restaurant once before, and the steak tastes okay, but I don't know if it suits your taste." Zhou Yuwen said lightly.

It was the first time for Jiang Ting to receive such subtle care from others, and she didn't know what to say, so she could only drink some red wine from her glass to cover up the throbbing in her heart.

This night, the two chatted a lot. Jiang Ting is actually a very boring girl, and ordinary boys may not be able to pick up on her words. She would talk about Balzac, Marquez, and then Stendhal, she said. Zhou Yuwen is a Julien-style character.

Zhou Yuwen smiled and said that if you go to the guillotine, will you hold your head like Queen Margaret.

Jiang Ting burst out laughing, and the two chatted happily.

Jiang Ting let go of it completely. She drank some red wine and began to chat with Zhou Yuwen about her childhood. She was not happy in her childhood. Her father was an old-fashioned person. He not only let her study her own studies, but also let her learn the violin. Piano, dancing and all that shit.

The most important thing is that Jiang Ting's father restricts Jiang Ting's social interaction. He feels that those people have a purpose to make friends with his daughter, so no matter what, Jiang Ting's father is not willing to let his daughter socialize with others in school.

Jiang Ting's childhood, in retrospect, seems to have classes during the day. After class, she was picked up by the driver and sent to learn violin or dance.

Sometimes she really envies the children playing in the sand outside the car window.

"Zhou Yuwen, I really envy you. I think your father must be a very enlightened person." Jiang Ting looked at Zhou Yuwen and said enviously.

Zhou Yuwen chuckled, cut a piece of steak, put it in his mouth to chew gracefully, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip of the red wine, under Jiang Ting's adoring eyes.

Zhou Yuwen said slightly sadly: "My father died before I was born."

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Chapter 190 Contradictions in the Girls' Dormitory

Jiang Ting couldn't help being taken aback, and looked at Zhou Yuwen with a pale face.

Holding the goblet, Zhou Yuwen took another sip of the red wine, his eyes were deep, Gu Bo was not surprised.

"I seem to have said the wrong thing." Jiang Ting seemed to have made a mistake, and she pushed her hair behind her ears with some guilt.

Zhou Yuwen shook his head: "It's okay, it's been more than ten years, and I'm used to it."

Zhou Yuwen told Jiang Ting that he did not know who his father was since he was born. When he was a child, his kindergarten friends said that he was a child without a father.

At that time Zhou Yuwen was really inferior. No matter what, the lack of paternal love gave Zhou Yuwen a flaw in his character, so that until today, Zhou Yuwen never really trusted anyone.

His eyes were deep and sad.

Zhou Yuwen told Jiang Ting that he was not as good as she thought, and his family was not rich. It was not easy for his mother to raise him alone.

The road ahead can only depend on oneself.

"You are already excellent!" Jiang Ting didn't know what to say, there was an emotional light in her eyes, she looked at Zhou Yuwen affectionately, and said seriously.

Zhou Yuwen smiled lightly: "Thank you, I shouldn't have talked to you so much, let's eat."

During the following dinner, the two didn't chat much. Jiang Ting looked at Zhou Yuwen affectionately, and wanted to tell Zhou Yuwen the truth, but she didn't know what to say.

In the past, Jiang Ting only thought that Zhou Yuwen was excellent. He was like the hero in a movie, with a handsome face and a tall and straight figure. Help and loneliness, people can't help but feel distressed after seeing it.

The love between the poor boy and the rich lady is not impossible, and the poor boy does not have nothing. They always have the vicissitudes of obsession with the rich lady, so that the rich ladies can't help but sink into it and cannot extricate themselves.

After eating, it was already nine o'clock in the evening, Zhou Yuwen drove Jiang Ting back to the dormitory.

When they arrived downstairs in the dormitory, Zhou Yuwen got out of the car and bid farewell to Jiang Ting: "I really trouble you today."

"Yes." Jiang Ting nodded.

"Go up." Zhou Yuwen said, turning around.

"Zhou Yuwen!" Jiang Ting suddenly stopped Zhou Yuwen.

Zhou Yuwen turned around, Jiang Ting went up and hugged Zhou Yuwen without saying a word.

Zhou Yuwen was at a loss, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, I just want to tell you that if you are lonely and no one talks to you, you can come to me and I will be your tree hole." Jiang Ting let go of Zhou Yuwen, and said to Zhou Yuwen with a smile on her face.

Zhou Yuwen couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Thank you."

"Well," Jiang Ting smiled, and the two stood downstairs in the girls' dormitory.

Today is very strange, there is no one downstairs, a first-quarter moon hangs high in the sky, autumn, the weather is slightly cold, Jiang Ting is wearing a brown windbreaker, very elegant.

However, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and neither of them said anything.

"Then, I'm going up?" Jiang Ting tentatively asked reluctantly.

"Well, go to bed early." Zhou Yuwen replied.

Jiang Ting finally turned and went upstairs, and Zhou Yuwen also turned and left.

Upstairs in the dormitory, Su Qianqian closed the curtains expressionlessly and said nothing.

Jiang Ting was walking to her dormitory, recalling all the things she had eaten today, wine and wine in the dark, romantic candlelight dinner, and the violin movement "Praise of Love" played by Aier's family in the restaurant, the music was melodious and melodious .