Pumpkin carriage Cinderella

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Chengcheng was drinking water again.

Mi Yi was completely speechless, holding the phone, feeling sad.

Sad, sore throat, stuffy heart, indescribable feeling.

Chengcheng said: "Do you know Zhongshan Park?"

"I know," Mi Yi said immediately, "I've been there, it's not far from Haku Bar."

"Come out of the subway, exit No. [-]," Chengcheng said, "I'll pick you up there."

Mi Yi agreed without saying a word, went back to the dormitory and hurriedly got his schoolbag, and had no time to withdraw the money, so he borrowed 200 yuan from his classmates and ran out of the dormitory.The station platform at the school gate was full of students from the school. Mi Yi estimated that it would be difficult to wait for the train, so he walked quickly to the subway station. When he got on the subway, the first thing he did was to inform Chengcheng that he had boarded the subway.

Mi Yi was already familiar with the route from school to Zhongshan Park, but she didn't expect that Chengcheng also lived there.She thought that Chengcheng, like Haku, lived in another area of ​​the city, and only went to bars every Saturday.

About an hour and a half later, Mi Yi got off the subway station.

Chengcheng also told Mi Yi that she was already at Gate No. [-].

Because Mi Yi was too anxious, he found the wrong exit in a daze, turned back again, and walked from the underground passage to Exit No. [-], already running while walking.On Saturday afternoon, Zhongshan Park Subway Station was overcrowded, and the elevator out of the subway was full of people. Mi Yi couldn't wait to take the elevator, and ran up the steps.

Look around, it's full of people, men and women, old and young, with long skirts and short skirts...

Where is she?

Can't wait to go?

Mi Yi was pushed to the corner of the subway entrance by the crowd, and finally saw Chengcheng coming from the shade on the left.

Like the dress at the racing track, black shorts, black T-shirt, but the sneakers are replaced with dark red ones.She held a bottle of unified iced tea that was still dripping in her left hand, and held her wallet and mobile phone in her right hand, raising them up to block her eyes from the direct sunlight.

She took a few steps to Mi Yi and handed her the iced black tea.

The coldness of the palm calmed down Mi Yi's anxiety, and his heart returned to its original position.

She was too anxious just now, anxious to see Chengcheng, and forgot to think that tomorrow is the farewell day... But now when she saw Chengcheng, her eyes turned sore, she restrained her mood forcefully, and whispered: "I thought you were afraid of the sun, gone back."

Mi Yi remembers that Haku complained about it in the arena. Chengcheng is a nocturnal animal, and it is rare for him to be exposed to the sun for a long time.Because I know too little about Chengcheng, it is rare to know that such a small matter will be magnified infinitely, so much that I think Chengcheng will put himself as a pigeon because of it.

"I've turned day and night upside down for too long, and I hate basking in the sun," Chengcheng pointed to the iced black tea, motioning for her to drink it, "but I won't go back because of this, so what's the matter?"

In a hurry, impatient, and without any scruples, I came to see you...

But now, facing each other alone, I don't even know what to say next.

After hesitating for a while, he said the most meaningless words.

"You... don't seem to like wearing white very much. Haku also said that you like it very much."

"She's talking nonsense, except for going to bars, I rarely wear white," Cheng Cheng asked, "Have you never been to a bar before?"

"Um."

"The lights in this kind of place are all fluorescent, and people look best in white. You can try it later."

From now on? Mi Yi didn't speak.

The first time I went there was coaxed by Lin Ting. When Haku told the per capita cost of the booth, Mi Yi began to regret it and vowed that there would never be a next time.Later, when I got to know Chengcheng, she completely forgot about her complaints, and started to live frugally, going to the bar every week without missing a beat. Naturally, there was a second and a third time...

"Actually, I haven't packed my luggage yet." Seeing that she was silent, Chengcheng looked around, "I can't go out for too long, I have to go back after dinner. What do you want to eat? Sichuan food?"

"I didn't want you to treat me to dinner." Mi Yi thought that Chengcheng had misunderstood him to blackmail her, and hurriedly explained, "I just said that because I was afraid that you wouldn't let me do it. Eating is just an excuse..."

Chengcheng looked back at Mi Yi.

At the first glance, Mi Yi suddenly lost the confidence to speak.

"I know." Chengcheng was not surprised.

After a pause for a few seconds, she smiled: "I haven't eaten today, if you're not hungry, you can eat with me."

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Chapter 9 Chapter 8 Pumpkin Carriage (3)

With his back facing the gate of Zhongshan Park, Chengcheng pointed to a small path and told Mi Yi that there was a very authentic Sichuan restaurant there, but he didn't know if it would be open at four o'clock in the afternoon.

With an attitude of giving it a try, the two walked through the intricate intersection and entered the Sichuan restaurant.

The store has a small facade and has a second floor.

The owner is chatting with two chefs, and the waiter is preparing dinner before opening.

"Open at five o'clock, let's go shopping first and then come back, leave a phone call first." The shopkeeper told them both with a smile.

Without waiting for Chengcheng to speak, Mi Yi spoke first: "Can we open earlier? My friend likes the food here very much, and I'm leaving tomorrow. I have something to do later, so I might not be able to make it."

She was thinking about what Chengcheng said, she hasn't eaten today, and she is afraid that she will find another family and starve Chengcheng to death.

Seeing that it was two girls, the shop owner was naturally soft-hearted, and turned his head to discuss with the chef, whether it is okay to start work early.

The two communicated in Sichuan dialect, and Mi Yi immediately switched to his hometown dialect and continued to plead.Hearing that he was a fellow villager, the chef didn't mind, picked up his apron with a smile, and went into the kitchen.

"Go upstairs, the downstairs has not been cleaned yet." The owner pointed to the upstairs.

Mi Yi thanked happily, and went upstairs with Chengcheng.

The second floor is not too big, there is a double table by the window, the air is good, and there is no sunlight.

Mi Yi chose a place to sit down, and Chengcheng also opened the seat, opened the menu, and pushed it in front of Mi Yi: "Sichuan cuisine is only delicious if the locals order it."

"What do you like? Like chicken meat? Rabbit meat? Is there anything taboo?" Mi Yi flipped through the menu.

"I don't eat rabbits," Chengcheng said, "My roommate is from Sichuan, and he always wants me to eat rabbits..."

"Try it, you will never regret it." Mi Yi looked at her sincerely.

"I have raised rabbits, so I don't eat them."

"Well, the little bunny is cute..." But it's also delicious.

This conversation seemed familiar.Chengcheng and his roommate also had this kind of discussion.

One of the first opportunities that made Chengcheng have a good impression of Mi Yi was to watch Mi Yi chat with his friends about homemade hot pot ingredients in the q group.Chengcheng also ate it when he was in college. It was fried by his roommate's mother.Chengcheng remembered the feeling of the first bite, the spiciness went straight from her throat to her internal organs, she could even feel how the food she ate passed through the esophagus and slipped into her stomach.

As soon as Mi Yi said in the group, just looking at the text, Chengcheng remembered the experience of eating at the beginning, and a sense of intimacy spontaneously arose.

There were footsteps on the stairs.

The shopkeeper held a bowl of vegetables sprinkled with chili oil and chopped green onion, and put it in front of the two of them: "This is not on the menu, it's a special offer."

"Maocai!" Mi Yi smiled happily, and said to Chengcheng, "Have you ever eaten?"

Chengcheng shook his head.

She has eaten countless Sichuan restaurants in Shanghai, but she has never seen this dish.

"Then try it, and keep you thinking about it after eating." The shopkeeper finished and left.

Mi Yi immediately picked up the chopsticks and handed them to Chengcheng: "If you like Sichuan food, you must like this."

Chengcheng looked at the layer of minced chili on top and wanted to eat it. He took the chopsticks, picked out a piece of lotus root, and bit into it.It tastes really good, different from Maoxuewang, a little lighter.

On this day in 2007, Chengcheng ate "maocai" for the first time because of Mi Yi.Ten years later, this thing is available in all the small shops in the streets and alleys, but it is no longer as amazing as it was when I first tasted it.