early bird sold out

Jiangcheng, the national central city, the core city of the metropolitan area, and the center of international economics, finance, trade, shipping, and technological innovation.

and gourmet capital.

At 37:[-] in the night, Xia Zhizhu nestled on the tatami, watching intently the man sitting opposite opened the wooden carved food box with his exquisite hands like a work of art, uncovering layers of ice cubes in bags, In the end, as if touching the Rubik's Cube, he took out a glass box with broken diamond patterns, slowly pushed it in front of him, and lifted the lid.

It turned out that there was really a supper.

Xia Zhizhu looked at the small cup of ice cream in the box that was completely intact in the cloisonné enamel celadon bowl, and the slightly reddened eye ends that were steamed by the hot spring water were like the evening tide in the setting sun, slowly softening.

Xi Zhao's tone was as understated as ever, but perhaps because of the filter of the night, it sounded inexplicably romantic at the moment.

"Can I eat it? Take a sip?"

He has seen Xia Zhizhu's itinerary, and there should not be any work that requires strict body control recently.

In fact, he shouldn't eat it. Although Xia Zhizhu is not prone to obesity, as an artist, he should have a strict sense of self-management.

"OK."

He nodded, and took the same delicately designed spoon from the man's hand.

Mr. Xi dressed very everyday tonight, just like what Xia Zhizhu saw when he knocked on the door of his room by mistake on the summer solstice night in Yancheng, but Mr. Xi always seemed to have a way to wear ordinary casual trousers and T-shirts into Minimalist luxury on a supermodel.

Xia Zhizhu carefully scooped up the snow-colored tip of the ice cream with a small spoon, and glanced at the three words "Si Li Yuan" engraved on the food box at the same time.

This is a dim sum shop with a history of hundreds of years. With the development of e-commerce today, I still don’t know whether to say it is old-fashioned and simple, or just stick to the plaque on the side of the house written by a certain emperor.Xia Zhizhu heard from Xi Yue that his brother only ate dim sum from this restaurant since he was a child. Even in the years when he went abroad, Si Li Yuan would send people to visit with such food boxes every month, to express his love to his dear Customers send the latest innovations of the master.

Xi Zhao seldom reveals his identity as "the young master of the Xi family" outside, and he is bumped into by his colleagues once or twice, and the consequence is that there are still rumors on Wall Street that his mother is still binding her feet.

And as the real son of a nobleman, although Mr. Xiao Yu is usually a bit rough, he is very good at eating. He was just posting his barbecue takeaway in the circle of friends.

When it comes to the circle of friends, Xia Zhizhu unconsciously thinks of Bo Chifa's position again. If he is not mistaken, Bo Chi should be in...

"Is it tasty?"

The man's voice melted on the tip of his tongue mixed with refreshing sweetness. Xia Zhizhu tasted the fresh fruity aroma in his mouth, nodded and replied: "I like bananas very much."

Xi Zhao nodded gracefully: "The day we took the elevator together, you said bananas were your lunch."

It was only two months ago, but it seems like a long time ago.

Xia Zhizhu changed the subject a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Xi, why are you here tonight?"

Why are you here?

Because Si Li Yuan does not deliver food, and Huazhan ice cream is only served on Friday nights.

Because Yu Jianyi hummed "California Sleepwalking" and walked out of the elevator after get off work and said: "If you don't swing around on weekends, life is like a reform through labor①."

because--

"I want to see you."

Mr. Xi said calmly and obediently, which made people's hearts flutter.

Xia Zhizhu's cheeks turned red for a moment, but he still pursed his lips and replied word by word: "I miss you too."

so good.

Xi Zhao lowered his eyelids: "Really?"

Xia Zhizhu nodded seriously.

The small table between the two was really in the way, Xi Zhao moved it to the side seemingly casually, and said a faint "get up", Xia Zhizhu half-kneeled up without hesitation, opened his eyes wide and let the tall The man stretched his arms around his waist, walked two steps around his knees and broke into his arms.

Xia Zhizhu fell silent.

The expensive head belonging to Mr. Xi is leaning on the softest belly of Ben Zhuzi, will he hear the sound of Huazhan ice cream being digested in his stomach?Might be like soda pop, gurgling.

Xia Zhizhu began to feel embarrassed.

He has seen Ji Baicen sucking the golden gradient at home, and he just feels that Mr. Xi is also sucking cats in this state.

But does Xiaodai also feel flustered, short of breath and dry mouth when he is sucked?

Xia Zhizhu raised his hand to touch the tips of his hot ears, and suddenly he didn't even dare to breathe.

His appearance was so soft that Xi Zhao even wanted to bully others.

But the soft bamboo in the arms is also the cool bamboo that amazed countless people with its completely different shape and calm and steady steps on the day of the "Manifesto" press conference. Can't help but wonder how he grew up.

The tatami mat is not soft, and it is not comfortable to kneel for a long time. Xi Zhao leaned against the wall and held Xia Zhizhu's fingertips and let him sit sideways in front of him, while the little boy held Xia Zhizhu's fingertips like seeing a toy for the first time. Looking at the color at the tip of the hair, he asked calmly, "What kind of person is your mother?"

The toy bamboo blinked.

Before Ruan Mi passed away, he didn't suffer from hyperamnesia, and his memory of his mother was very vague, but based on those hazy fragments and Ruan Mi who he knew from other people's mouths, he could roughly spell out the appearance of "mother" in his heart. .

Proud, gorgeous, cold... these words seem to be insufficient to describe Ruan Mi.

He finally used the beginning of the fairy tale in a low voice: "I think my mother is a mermaid princess."

It obviously belongs to the sea, but in the end, it was trapped to death in the ditch with dead ends in all directions.

Xi Zhao seemed not to understand the disappointment in his tone, and bent his lips: "Then what are you? Little tadpole?"

In tonight's bedtime story, do you want to tell the tadpoles to find their mother?

For the first time, the distraction caused by the mention of Ruan Mi was interrupted by someone from the outside after a second.

Xia Zhizhu tilted his head curiously, looked at Xi Zhao and gave an expressionless "Oh", and answered by himself: "Forgot, you want to be a little bear."

The heartbeat was surprisingly peaceful.

Xia Zhizhu quietly looked at the person in front of him, and thought: Mr. Xi probably doesn't remember that at the temple fair in Osaka, Xi gave Ruan Tang a doll that he won at the booth.

Little bear doll.

The boy's dark brown hair was dyed a honey color under the warm light in the room, and Xi Zhao's fingertips reluctantly left his hair.

"There is something, I thought about it myself, and I came up with an inaccurate answer, and I want to ask you for confirmation."

Xia Zhizhu asked curiously: "What?"

Xi Zhao raised his eyes and looked at him: "Five years ago, the doll I used to trade candy apples with you was a little bear?"

"..." Xia Zhizhu's eyes were in a trance for a moment: "Do you also have hypermnesia, Mr. Xi?"

The two of them always seem to be in the habit of answering questions with questions.

But this time, Xia Zhizhu used a question to answer another question that Xi Zhao didn't ask.

Are you because I like bears?

What do you think?