Bunch of grass

Entering September, the autumn is getting stronger and the sunshine time is gradually shortening. Feng Ling sitting by the window turned his head to look out of the floor-to-ceiling window. Even the building opposite was stained with the color of the sunset, she arched her fingers and tapped the table, biting her lower lip lightly.

To be honest, Feng Ling didn't pay much attention to that little yellow ball. If it wasn't for someone she knew who participated in the four Grand Slam competitions, it is estimated that she was only limited to the cognition that was forcibly indoctrinated by two foodies in high school.Although Echizen Ryoma and Tezuka Kunimitsu have stopped outside the quarterfinals, there is still one person who continues to struggle on that field.

It's just that he lost this afternoon's semi-final.

The photo of him smiling and shaking hands with each other after the game flashed through Feng Ling's mind. The smile was not deep, and it didn't reach the bottom of the eyes. She seemed to see the trace of annoyance hidden deep in the eyes.Fengling exhaled softly, and only heard two beeps. The electronic clock on the table jumped to six o'clock. Come on, looked down, it was an unfamiliar phone number, Feng Ling frowned slightly, the phone was still vibrating, she thought about it, slid her fingertips across the screen, put the phone to her ear: "Hi, hello."

"Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?" A clear male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, before blurting out his first reaction before he had time to think about it: "I don't have money to treat you to dinner."

"..." The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then said, "Then I invite you."

"Why?" Feng Ling was taken aback again, "Are you... in the mood to eat?"

"Didn't you just lose a game? Why aren't you in the mood to eat?" The man asked back, he seemed to be in a good mood from his voice, "Hurry up and go downstairs, I'll wait for you at the McDonald's next to your company."

Fengling put the bag on her wrist, pushed away the chair and stood up: "How did you know my mobile phone number? It was Yan Zinuo who told you or Tezuka Yunxi." After all, Echizen Ryuya once filmed advertisements for the company's products , so it is easy for him to know the name and address of the company, but the mobile phone number...

"It's all wrong, it's Tezuka Kunimitsu."

"Since when did Tezuka become such a badass?"

Kunimitsu Tezuka, a good family man who was dubbed "Eight Wife" by the owner of the number because he gave a phone number according to his wife's wishes, sneezed loudly at a friend's house.

"Hehe... It seems that someone is talking about you, Tezuka." The flaxen-haired man with curved eyebrows came out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes, and happened to see his friend wiping his nose with a paper towel.

"Who else would miss the Minister except Sister Nuo?" Echizen Ryoma, who was squatting on the ground and teasing the little milk cat, looked up at Tezuka and said, "The Minister is really Madamadadane."

Walking into the McDonald's restaurant, Feng Ling quickly found the man sitting in the corner with a pair of big sunglasses on his nose and a black hoodie on his head. She pulled away the chair opposite him but didn't sit down. Instead, he looked up at the man and said, "Do you want to eat McDonald's? I can still afford this."

"Since it's a celebration, of course we have to have a big meal." Echizen Longya took a few sips of the Coke in front of him, hiccupped, and stood up, "Let's go."

Feng Ling let go of the hand holding the back of the chair, and followed Long Ya out of the McDonald's: "Congratulations... the end of your US Open journey?"

"Well...you're not stupid." Long Ya stuffed her hands into her trouser pockets, turned her head and glanced at Feng Ling, "Although this journey ended in failure."

"Where there is failure, there must be success."

"But what if the success never comes?"

"That doesn't mean you are a loser." Feng Ling carried the satchel on her shoulder, looked up at the darkening sky, "You won't allow yourself to do this."

"You seem to know me very well?" Long Ya asked, frowning slightly.

"No, I don't know you, the only one who knows you is yourself." Fengling raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, "The reason why I say this is because you are very similar to them, even if you fail, you will never allow it." Be yourself a loser."

"them?"

"Hmm. It's like Tezuka, Echizen, and..." For some reason, the khaki sports jacket that was originally draped over his shoulders fell aside at this time, although he lost to Despite defeating his opponent but still maintaining his kingly posture, Feng Ling pursed his lips for a young man as elegant as an iris flower, and did not say anything further.

"Who else?" Long Ya was aroused by Feng Ling's hesitant expression, he tilted his head to look at Feng Ling, and asked.

"No more." Feng Ling shook her head and changed the subject, "What shall we eat?"

Seeing that Feng Ling was obviously unwilling to dwell on this question, Long Ya didn't ask any further questions, but followed her topic and said, "You will know when you arrive."

"Okay." Feng Ling shrugged.

"It's not good-looking for a girl to shrug her shoulders." Feng Ling was taken aback by Long Ya's thoughtless words, and then realized that he was talking about her actions just now, she pursed her mouth and stopped talking.

Following Longya into an alley, walking deeper and deeper, the hustle and bustle of the city seemed to be isolated from the alley, Feng Ling looked around, but still did not find any place where he could have a "big meal". Long Ya who was in front stopped, and she also stopped quickly, to avoid the situation that day from happening again.

"Here we are." Long Ya said.

"Huh?" Fengling poked out from behind Longya. A typical Japanese restaurant is located in the alley, with two lanterns hanging under the eaves. The cool autumn wind blows, the lanterns shake slightly, and the dim light seeps into the red On the lantern paper, the word "cooking" is faintly visible.

"Let's go, I asked the boss to reserve a seat for me." Long Ya took off the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, hung them on her neckline, and walked straight to the restaurant.

Feng Ling pursed her lips, didn't say much, and quickened her pace to follow behind.

Opening the papered door, the smell of rice wafted in. Feng Ling took a deep breath and sighed, "It smells so good."

"Hey, old man, I'm here." Long Ya raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and greeted the white-haired old man who was standing behind the cooking table and was busy doing something.

"Hey, Xiao Longya is here?" The old man looked up when he heard the sound, and when he saw the person, he grinned and showed his loose teeth. When he saw the wind chimes following Longya, he was taken aback for a moment, and then called, "Old woman Come out, Xiao Longya brought her girlfriend to eat sushi."

"Don't talk nonsense, old man, she is my friend, not my girlfriend." Long Ya sat down in front of the cooking table with great determination, and called Feng Ling to sit down as well.

"Xiao Longya has never brought a girl to eat in our restaurant." The old man smiled happily, "What's the name of the little girl? Oh, don't you understand what I'm saying? Then I can speak English... ...Alas, as I get older, people who see oriental faces always like to use Japanese.”

"I'm Fengling, it's the first time we meet, please give me your advice." Fengling spoke in pure and authentic Japanese.

"Eh? Are you Japanese too?" The old man looked at the wind chimes in surprise, and the smile on his face became more cordial.

At this time, a white-haired old lady opened the curtain and came out.

Feng Ling smiled and said, "I am of Chinese-Japanese mixed race, and my mother is Japanese."

"Mixed blood is good, mixed blood is good..." The old man burst into laughter.

"Ah? Isn't this the girl I saw in the newspaper some time ago? Didn't she say that she is Xiao Longya's girlfriend?" The old lady looked up and down the wind chime with half-closed eyes, her eyes lit up, and said .

"I just said that she is Xiao Longya's girlfriend, but Xiao Longya is too embarrassed to admit it. What's so embarrassing about it? I think back then, the old man, I defeated countless rivals in love to catch up with the old woman. When she agreed to be my girlfriend, I can’t wait to let the whole world know about this.” The old man said proudly, “Young people nowadays are not at all quick to do things. That's right, no, no, you're single, she's single, it's only natural and right to be together." The more the old man spoke, the more angry he became, and at the end he stared at someone sitting in front of him with a playful smile.

Feng Ling, who was affected by the aftermath of the eye knife, turned her head slightly, and raised her hand to block her face. Has she reached the point where she can't get married?

"Well... old man, the rice ball in your hand is going to be crushed by you." Long Ya pouted at the thing in the old man's hand.

"Oh..." The old man exclaimed, let go of his hand quickly, and put the rice ball that had been held out of shape on the porcelain plate. , realizing that he was diverted from the topic again by Echizen Longya, he raised his head and glared at him again, and angrily picked up the porcelain plate and put it in front of Longya, "Eat it."

"Yes..." Long Ya didn't care, she stretched out her hand to squeeze the rice ball into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it after a few mouthfuls, and then began to order, "Old man, first three salmon, two eel, three Spicy tuna, another saury, two servings of Arctic shellfish, plus a bowl of pork cartilage cheese ramen, more cheese, and a pot of sake, hot."

Feng Ling set the dishes and chopsticks, rested her chin with one hand, quietly looked at the salmon placed in the vertical freezer behind the counter, pursed her lips, felt her arm was touched, and turned her head, Long Ya raised her eyebrows at her. She raised her eyebrows: "Hey, it's your turn."

The corner of Fengling's mouth twitched slightly: "The ones you ordered are all yours?"

"Of course what I ordered is mine, and I don't know what you like to eat." Long Ya seemed to understand the meaning of Feng Ling's words suddenly, and said, "That's only one-third."

The corners of Fengling's mouth twitched a bit, she raised her hand and rubbed the center of her brows: "Are all the Echizen family's edible like this?" Sure enough, Echizen Ryoma's ability to eat is genetically inherited.

"Yes." The old man standing behind the counter snatched Long Ya's right to answer, and said loudly, "When Nanjiro came to me before, he could eat more than the two brothers. Every time he came, the stock in our store It's all halved."

Nanjiro?Feng Ling turned her head to look at Long Ya, with a puzzled look on her brows.

"Echizen Nanjiro is the old man of my family." Long Ya saw Feng Ling's doubts and explained.

"Oh." Feng Ling nodded to show that she understood.To have two offspring who are so good-looking, Echizen Minamijiro should not be much worse when he was young.

What Feng Ling never expected was that the two brothers, Echizen Ryuya and Echizen Ryoma, inherited their mother's appearance, of course, this is a later story.

The author has something to say: Longya is not a god after all, so she lost the game on the journey to the US Open. The girl Fengling wanted to comfort him, but she didn't have a mobile phone or anything