Chapter 28: Who loves the big show at eight o'clock

In the afternoon practice game, I don't know if it was the effect of the free lobster. Sindayi was so sturdy, he scored a third of the goals, and he was dumbfounded.
"Let's go, where to eat? Seine or Avone?" Si Wan reluctantly, he was squeezed right by his friend and still smiled.
"Seine."
"Avone."
Yanxi and Sindayi shouted with smiles, but when they heard that they disagree, they looked at each other, crackling and sparks.
"That's, what?" A Heng asked in a soft tone.
Si smiled and explained to her sister: "They are all western restaurants that specialize in lobster cooking. Chef Seine's shrimps are superb, and Avone's shrimp tastes not as good as Seine, but the owner's private beer is not available anywhere else. of."
Oh. Aheng nodded.
"Brother Si Wan, can you not talk about shrimp, it feels like I was eaten." The child in the hat bulged, very unhappy.
Thinking of Wan's dimples deep, rubbed the child's hat: "Sorry, sorry."
Aheng laughs, what is it called?
In this case, Yanxi and Dayi pinched.
"Avone's beer!"
"Seine's lobster!"
"Avone!"
"Seine!"
"beer!"
"lobster!"
"beer!"
"lobster!"
"lobster!"
"beer!"
"Okay, beer!" Yanxi slapped the case, her cheeks glowing with peach blossoms, smiling triumphantly.
"Yanxi!!!" Sindayi knew that he had been coaxed, and the crayfish was about to fly, bursting into tears.
"Okay, okay, what's the noise!" Si Wan stood tall, showing courage and demeanor, "Take Avone's beer and eat lobster at Seine!"
Yanxi shrugged and the peach blossoms spread.
Ah Heng shook her face. Why did she feel that Yan Xi did not want to drink beer as much as he said, but rather had a bad taste and wanted to tease Dayi?
When the group arrived at Avone, there was still some time before the meal, and there were not many guests.
Avone’s design is no different from ordinary western restaurants, with bright floor-to-ceiling windows, walls with exaggerated oil paintings, elegant dining tables, silver tableware, dark napkins folded into a swan shape, and each dining table. Serve fresh roses with dew.
But when Ah Heng saw it, he always felt that there was some inconsistency in the entire restaurant. Oh, yes, there is no oil painting on the wall opposite the bar without a dining table.
"Ah, it's Shao Yan, Shao Wen, Shao Xin." A middle-aged foreign man with chestnut hair and brown eyes in a tuxedo walked over, speaking fluent Chinese, but his tone was still a little stiff.
"Liszt." Si Wan responded gently.
Yanxi only nodded faintly, Dayi blushed, and said: "Hello, howareyou?"
Liszt laughed: "Sir Xin, I am German."
Aheng snickered.
The shrimp stared at Liszt with bright eyes. He always has a strong interest in strange things or people.
"A few of you are here..." Liszt asked.
"Pick a few bottles of beer." Yanxi picked up the plastic gloves on the bar counter and gently attached them to her long fingers, smiling plainly.
Liszt stepped forward eagerly, walked to the side of the wall where no oil paintings were hung, and hooked the bayonet on the side of the wall with his feet, and slowly turned it around. On the other side, a grid of delicate bottles of beer with attractive colors came into view.
Aheng felt his eyes light up.
These bottles, not wine bottles, are worth collecting as handicrafts. Smooth curves, just to the warm luster.
Yanxi walked to the center of the wine wall, meditated for a moment, stretched out her gloved hand, took out a beer on the right side, and shook it gently. The color of the original clear water instantly sank into gold, dazzling and bright.
"FleetingTime, Liszt, you have been hiding for so long, but I have discovered it." Yanxi speeded up her speech, raising her eyebrows with excitement and surprise.
Liszt was surprised, hesitated, and after a while, he said, "Speaking less, someone has decided on this wine."
"Who?" Yanxi raised an eyebrow.
"Our little boss." Liszt was embarrassed.
"No, the young man discovered it first." The boy tightened his hand holding the wine bottle and stared at Liszt childishly.
"Liszt, we can pay double the price." Si Wan stepped forward in time and spoke gently and politely.
"Before Yan Shao asked me a few times, I have been very embarrassed, it is not a mystery, but this wine is treasured by our little boss, only one bottle." Liszt explained.
"Where is your little boss?" Si Wan frowned.
"He is currently studying abroad."
"Then can you tell him on the phone?" Si Wan asked again not reconciled.
"This..." Liszt hesitated for a moment and reluctantly said, "I will try."
Seeing Liszt walked to the side to call, Sindayi cursed, "Damn! What little boss, he has more face than Lao Tzu! Thinking about what you are trying to do with this foreigner, the old guys at home make a phone call, what wine? I can’t drink it, I’m still here, let me see what little boss’s face is! His grandma’s!"
Smiles wryly.
If Yanxi wanted to drink it, he would...
The young man holding the wine kept silent, but lightly rubbed the bottle with his fingers, squinting at the golden liquid to become clear again.
When Liszt came back, he apologized: "Sorry, our little boss said that FletingTime is in his heart and he wants to give it to the most cherished person. Therefore, if you ask for less, we are afraid..."
Yan Xi stared at the wine bottle in a daze, then raised her head, handed it to Liszt, and smiled lightly: "Suddenly Ben Shao didn't want to drink it. Give it back to you."
Liszt finally felt wrong and offended the inconspicuous three, so he picked a few bottles of good beer and gave it to Yanxi as an apologetic.
However, Yan Xi faded his mind and refused.
Sindayi hooked Yanxi's chin and said with a smile: "Beauty, it doesn't matter, as long as you follow the uncle, there is no such thing as a'welfare too', we still have Qingdao, support domestic products, oh yeah!"
Yanxi smiled like a peach blossom, grabbed Dayi's hand backhand, licked the tip of his tongue lightly, her eyes overflowing, and she pinched her throat unkindly: "Death!"
A Heng shook off his goose bumps.
Sindayi blushed and spoke unfavorably: "Yanxi, you, you, you..."
Yan Xi smiled and cast a wink instantly, innocent and cunning. He definitely won't fall behind in teasing others.
Si smiled lightly, squeezed in, and separated the two quietly.
"Stop it, the shrimp are hungry. Right, the shrimp?"
Seems. The child touched his stomach and nodded ignorantly.
A Heng said lightly.
She is bound to put herself in a detached position to conceal her confusion. Si Wan always regards herself as Yanxi's nanny, always carefully separating others from excessive contact with Yanxi. In terms of Xi, although bored, he did not resist.
When I arrived at Seine, the boss was extremely enthusiastic, like someone I knew a long time ago. It seemed that the three of them frequented him.
"Boss Chen, looking to pick a few fresh lobsters, the largest ones were frozen and thinly sliced, a few plates of mustard red wine sauce were added, and the smaller ones were baked with Dutch cream." Sindayi ordered the dishes expertly.
"Yes." The other party said eagerly, "Lao Xin has been getting better recently. The chronic diseases of old age are most prone to attack in spring."
Sindayi contemplated and said with a smile: "The old man is so good that he can go to the mountain to fight tigers, but a group of nursing guards are very careful, but it seems that I am very unfilial." This is not improper, the sentence is just right. , The style is just sweet, but not the Sindayi that Aheng is familiar with.
A Heng raised his eyes, thinking Wan and Yanxi were the faces he took for granted.
"Is this young lady?" Boss Chen looked at A Heng's face and asked with a smile.
"My sister." Si Wan smiled slightly.
"Oh, it's Miss Wen, no wonder she was born so well, like an old lady Jiwen." The other party smiled and praised, but there was care in her heart. This girl is the genuine lady who has just found the Wen family.
Si Wan's eyes darkened and he nodded reluctantly.
Yanxi laughed, and the warm water in her eyes condensed ice: "Boss Chen has a good memory. You used to say the same when Grandma Wen came with Sier."
The middle-aged man blushed instantly, was choked into speechlessness, and hurriedly left for a reason.
The atmosphere was a bit cold, for a long while, Aheng smiled mildly, and the scenery went round: "Grandma, she's underground, she will scold him."
"Why?" Dayi scratched his head.
"Grandma said,'The mouth is stupid, it doesn't look like it'." A Heng deliberately stammered to make everyone laugh. Then there was a step, everyone went down the donkey and turned the topic, the atmosphere slowly became thicker, and it was a sense of intimacy. Look like.
A Heng grew up in the south, and he has eaten many lobsters, but the biggest one is just two palms. But the one in front of him, Yuan and what he has been used to since childhood is not the same variety and one tonnage. The long beard, the huge body, the peeled hard shell, the white and soft shrimp meat, the ice cube supporting the bottom, and the few saucers exuding the strange flavor of the seasoning are really tempting.
The little shrimp was happy, pounced on the same kind, guzzled his mouth, not even talking.
Si smiled, took a piece of shrimp, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in the Aheng plate. He has always had the demeanor of a good brother and a man, which is beyond blame. Sindayi seemed to be very hungry. A Heng originally thought the shrimp was delicious, and seeing everyone happily eating it, it seemed to be a bit more delicious.
However, there is no banquet without alcohol. Si Wan received such an education since childhood, so he ordered a few bottles of Carlsberg beer to serve.
When he was half full, someone called and Si Wan answered the phone.
When answering the phone, Si Wan was full of tenderness and a smile; when she hung up the phone, her face had already turned green, grabbing the beer on the table and pouring it down.
Everyone stared at each other, even the little shrimp set their chopsticks obediently, and looked at Si Wan not dare to come out.
"Si Wan, what's the matter?" Sindayi couldn't help but frowned and asked him.
The boy didn't answer, and opened a bottle of beer. Before Sindayi could take it, he poured it down instantly. Speaking of Carlsberg, it is the level of beer if the degree is too high, but the most taboo thing about drinking is to pour it uncontrollably. No, Si Wan's cheeks are already burning.
The young boy's bright eyes stared at Ah Heng unabashedly with forbearance of anger. When he fumbled for the third bottle of wine, Yanxi quickly snatched it with his eyes and hands, and became angry: "What's the matter with you?"
He smiled and looked straight at Ah Heng. The hot tears slipped down instantly, making people caught off guard: "A Heng, you hate Er Er so much, can you not tolerate her so much? What is she doing to you? What's the matter, it's worth making you treat her this way?"
Aheng opened his mouth and screamed, but couldn't utter a syllable, so he worked hard and worked hard, smiling at him, sad and uneasy.
"Why are you tricking Er Er to treat you in Mao'er Hu? You said that you will definitely take her home, and then safely assume that nothing has happened. Er..." Si Wan's voice was choked, "Yes Mao'er Hu treated you all day and night, do you know what she said to me?"
What, what did you say?
A Heng cooled the temperature of his whole body, but still smiled with a weak kindness, but his throat was uncomfortably dry.
"She said,'Brother, when will A Heng take me home? I really want to go home...'" Si Wan yelled out almost in tears, with complete tearing pain, "I never expected you to give you What kind of kindness do you have. Even, I hope you can hate her, so that I will be more guilty of conscience, will doubly treat you well, and compensate for the affection you have never received since childhood..."
Si Wan paused in her voice, stagnated for a long time, and spoke softly but cruelly: "But, Wen Heng, in this life, I have never hoped more than this moment, your name Wen!"
A Heng's clenched fist loosened. She felt that her fingertips were all sweaty, and the flesh of her body was hot and clamoring. It was strange, but her heartbeat was ridiculously steady and strong.
Slowly, she squatted on the ground, curled up into a ball, her face shrank and buried deep. His throat was trembling, his eyes were terribly sore, but the tears couldn't fall.
It turned out that she didn't care about Wen Jia and Wen Si Wan as she thought.
Who is surnamed Wen? Who is rare...
After thinking about it, she staggered to her feet again, but when she was about to laugh, tears came out.
"Wen Siwan, do you think you are playing a dog-blood soap opera at eight o'clock?" Yanxi sneered before she could speak, stepped forward, clenched fists, flew up the sleeve corners of the white shirt, and hit Si Wan on his cheek.
Si Wan was caught off guard, staggered and sat down on the ground.
Sindayi and Xiao Xia were dumbfounded.
"Dayi, you accompany Young Master Wen to be drunk and crazy, I won't accompany you!" Yan Xi rolled up his cuffs, panting heavily, pulling up A Heng, striding meteors, Ling Ding arrogantly back and left.
After walking out, A Heng shook the young man's hand: "You, don't you believe Si Wan? I hurt Er..."
Her eyes were red, like a desperate gesture of killing someone, and her words were chaotic.
Yan Xi shook her head, was silent, did not even smile, but her beautiful eyes slowly filled with understanding tenderness.
She looked at him in panic, disgusted that he looked at herself with pitying eyes. This made her feel ashamed, inferior in existence and without arrogance.
He stretched out his hand, clean and slender fingers, gently wrapped her hand, one by one tied her fingers, slightly cold finger pads, while walking, secretly warm.
She is led by him, clinging to the direction of his arm, aimless. After all, the tears were surging, and he lost his temper.
"I hate Si Wan, I hate it..." She kept repeating loudly, only to see Yanxi's black hair in tears.
Yan Xi paused, sighed, turned around, took the girl into her arms, patted her on the back lightly, and whispered: "I know, I know..."
Her mood that day was a rare loss of control in a lifetime, so how could she notice the gentleness and accommodating rare in this young man's life. The girl was crying almost sobbing in the arms of the teenager.
He hugged her, like coaxing a new born helpless baby, and with the patience of his brother and even his father, he said many things to her.
She listened a lot, but forgot a lot, because she didn't know which sentence was sincere, and which sentence should be believed with some reservations.
However, with just one sentence, she did not deliberately, she never forgets her life and death.
So clear, so beautiful.
"Aheng, thank you for your surname Wen."