Yan Gou

The third time was at Starbucks.

Two rather strange things happened that day.

He and his classmates were catching up on homework in the study room. When he fell asleep in the afternoon, Jiang Bailu got up and went to the Starbucks near the school to buy coffee.

On the way, he met Catherine from the college next door, who was holding a bouquet of bright roses, and called him enthusiastically, "Jiang, how are you doing?"

Jiang Bailu smiled and said, "It's not bad, but there's a lot of homework."

The girl laughed, "I don't believe that students from China will feel that American schools have more homework than Chinese schools."

Jiang Bailu shrugged helplessly.

Catherine took out a red rose from the bouquet and handed it to him, "Thank you so much for what happened last time, this is a thank you gift."

Jiang Bailu was surprised, "...what's the matter?"

Catherine grinned exaggeratedly, "Jiang, I have to say that your memory is really not very good. I asked you to help us distinguish the clothes last time. Thank you for taking a look, otherwise we will wear kimonos and stand in front of Chinese culture." Humiliated in front of the booth. My God, this kind of scene is unimaginable."

Jiang Bailu: "..."

Not bad at all in his memory.He remembers clearly that Chris saved his phone number and said that he would call him next time when he brought the clothes.However, until today, the other party has not contacted him.He hadn't even touched the hem of the sleeves of that dress.

Could it be that he lost his memory temporarily?

Jiang Bailu was thoughtful, "I—"

Catherine hurriedly stuffed the rose into his arms, and interrupted him with a smile on her face: "Jiang, I still have something to do, see you later."

Jiang Bailu only had time to witness the back of the other party leaving.

He went to Starbucks with the red rose in full bloom.There are a lot of people queuing up in the coffee shop, and the line twists and turns all the way to the door of the shop.

Standing outside the store, Jiang Bailu glanced at the dark crowd inside through the sliding glass door, immediately dismissed the idea of ​​queuing, and turned to buy canned coffee in front of the vending machine.

There was a crisp and flexible wind chime behind him, the glass door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and someone stopped him.

Jiang Bailu turned his head when he heard the sound under the scorching sun. The tall and handsome mixed-race boy was wearing a black work uniform. He stood on the steps in front of the store and looked at him. He held the glass door with one hand and turned sideways to make way for him. ,"come in."

The boy narrowed his amber eyes, "Let you jump in line."

Jiang Bailu only hesitated for a second, then walked up the steps without hesitation.

Waiting for the part-time student that Chris took over to leave, the boy went to the cash register and entered his job number to log in to the cash register system. He raised his eyelids and looked at him, "What do you want to drink?"

Jiang Bailu glanced down at the catalog and ordered three cups of iced coffee to take away.After ordering, he just looked down for his wallet again. During the whole process, he never raised his head to see the electronic price display screen that was blocked by others.

Ten minutes later, as he sits by the window on his phone, Chris puts a pack of iced coffee and tiramisu in front of him.Jiang Bailu was stunned for a second, "I didn't buy dessert."

The boy looked back at him lightly, "You order."

Jiang Bailu pointed to the order board on the table, "But I only paid for three cups of coffee."

Chris didn't speak.

Jiang Bailu pushed the tiramisu away, "It should be ordered by someone else, you remember wrongly."

Chris glanced at him, "Really?"

After finishing speaking, he slowly took out the receipt in the bag, tapped the catalog on it with his fingertips, and said in a low voice with a bit of laziness: "Isn't this an order?"

Jiang Bailu cast his eyes along his movements, and the moment he saw the English print of tiramisu on the receipt, he was stunned.

After a while, as if he finally realized something, he stared at Chris's calm face and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Chris didn't give him a chance to speak, he picked up the blooming rose by the table, and locked him with deep eyes, "Do you like red roses?"

This time, Jiang Bailu thought about it for a while, and considering the other party's economic level, raised the corners of his lips and said, "No, I don't like it."

The third time was at Starbucks.

Two rather strange things happened that day.

He and his classmates were catching up on homework in the study room. When he fell asleep in the afternoon, Jiang Bailu got up and went to the Starbucks near the school to buy coffee.

On the way, he met Catherine from the college next door, who was holding a bouquet of bright roses, and called him enthusiastically, "Jiang, how are you doing?"

Jiang Bailu smiled and said, "It's not bad, but there's a lot of homework."

The girl laughed, "I don't believe that students from China will feel that American schools have more homework than Chinese schools."

Jiang Bailu shrugged helplessly.

Catherine took out a red rose from the bouquet and handed it to him, "Thank you so much for what happened last time, this is a thank you gift."

Jiang Bailu was surprised, "...what's the matter?"

Catherine grinned exaggeratedly, "Jiang, I have to say that your memory is really not very good. I asked you to help us distinguish the clothes last time. Thank you for taking a look, otherwise we will wear kimonos and stand in front of Chinese culture." Humiliated in front of the booth. My God, this kind of scene is unimaginable."

Jiang Bailu: "..."

Not bad at all in his memory.He remembers clearly that Chris saved his phone number and said that he would call him next time when he brought the clothes.However, until today, the other party has not contacted him.He hadn't even touched the hem of the sleeves of that dress.

Could it be that he lost his memory temporarily?

Jiang Bailu was thoughtful, "I—"

Catherine hurriedly stuffed the rose into his arms, and interrupted him with a smile on her face: "Jiang, I still have something to do, see you later."

Jiang Bailu only had time to witness the back of the other party leaving.

He went to Starbucks with the red rose in full bloom.There are a lot of people queuing up in the coffee shop, and the line twists and turns all the way to the door of the shop.

Standing outside the store, Jiang Bailu glanced at the dark crowd inside through the sliding glass door, immediately dismissed the idea of ​​queuing, and turned to buy canned coffee in front of the vending machine.

There was a crisp and flexible wind chime behind him, the glass door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and someone stopped him.

Jiang Bailu turned his head when he heard the sound under the scorching sun. The tall and handsome mixed-race boy was wearing a black work uniform. He stood on the steps in front of the store and looked at him. He held the glass door with one hand and turned sideways to make way for him. ,"come in."

The boy narrowed his amber eyes, "Let you jump in line."

Jiang Bailu only hesitated for a second, then walked up the steps without hesitation.

Waiting for the part-time student that Chris took over to leave, the boy went to the cash register and entered his job number to log in to the cash register system. He raised his eyelids and looked at him, "What do you want to drink?"

Jiang Bailu glanced down at the catalog and ordered three cups of iced coffee to take away.After ordering, he just looked down for his wallet again. During the whole process, he never raised his head to see the electronic price display screen that was blocked by others.

Ten minutes later, as he sits by the window on his phone, Chris puts a pack of iced coffee and tiramisu in front of him.Jiang Bailu was stunned for a second, "I didn't buy dessert."

The boy looked back at him lightly, "You order."

Jiang Bailu pointed to the order board on the table, "But I only paid for three cups of coffee."

Chris didn't speak.

Jiang Bailu pushed the tiramisu away, "It should be ordered by someone else, you remember wrongly."

Chris glanced at him, "Really?"

After finishing speaking, he slowly took out the receipt in the bag, tapped the catalog on it with his fingertips, and said in a low voice with a bit of laziness: "Isn't this an order?"

Jiang Bailu cast his eyes along his movements, and the moment he saw the English print of tiramisu on the receipt, he was stunned.

After a while, as if he finally realized something, he stared at Chris's calm face and slowly narrowed his eyes.

Chris didn't give him a chance to speak, he picked up the blooming rose by the table, and locked him with deep eyes, "Do you like red roses?"

This time, Jiang Bailu thought about it for a while, and considering the other party's economic level, raised the corners of his lips and said, "No, I don't like it."