Chapter 90: First love

Chapter 090, First Love
The butter dumplings are made with the best butter crab crab paste in the crab. The skin is thin and thin. It is easy to burn to the tongue when biting down. It is easy to say that the person is afraid of Zhou Jian’s ugly.
This kind of dumplings is eight cages, each one is not much bigger than dumplings. The price is 198 Hong Kong dollars, an average of 20 yuan, which is still cheap on Hong Kong Island. In the final analysis, it is because it is not the best to eat butter crabs. In the season, if the buttery crabs lay their eggs in the lunar calendar in August, a crab can be steamed with a small amount of oil.
Zhou Jian used a porcelain spoon specially prepared for butter and dumplings to hold one. He bite down the soup and left a whole spoon. Even the buns with the soup were eaten, and the teeth remained fresh, which made people unable to bear to swallow.
It is really delicious, he has to make such a sigh, but this thing is really not affordable for the average person. If you open your arms and eat it, it is estimated that it is 80% full.
When the dinner was about to end, Wen Zeze proposed to go to the observation deck to see the night view of Hong Kong Island. Wen Hui immediately agreed that her aunt was recovering. Her mood was particularly good. Zhou Jian naturally followed up on Hong Kong Island to eat seafood. It is very common to enjoy the sea view.
Take the elevator to the top floor observation deck, and the night winds are slowly blowing. Looking down, the long lights are like a cluster of fireworks, stretching all the way to the dark and deep sea.

It’s beautiful.
Wen Hui’s voice whispered, she said, walking down the stone steps of the observation deck, and in the distance countless lights reflected in the bustling and romantic Victoria Bay, smashed by water waves. colorful.
Wen Zeze did not keep up, Zhou Jian went to the side of Wen Huiyin to sit down and watched the night scene in front of him. His heart was ups and downs.
Located in the no-night capital of East Asia, the boundless noisy and fascinating lights have thrown memories of the idyllic nights of the countryside into an endless stream of time. Zhou Jian unconsciously remembers his parents, he Growing up in a small village, there is a little girl with a pair of ponytails in the neighboring family and her own childhood, and even those who have made a vow when they have two little guesses, maybe she will marry soon...
Recalling the quiet life, comparing the blurred night scenes, the reminiscent of the precious fragrance between the teeth, Zhou Jian has a feeling of extreme unreality, as if this bustling and fascinating Tianshang Palace and the quiet and simple mountain village have never been In the same world.
He walked out of the silence and came to the red dust. In the silent struggle, he stepped forward one step at a time, but at the same time, everything that was once has been or is about to go, sometimes looking back, he seems to be able to see The elderly parents stood under the old banyan tree at the entrance of the village, smiling at their kindly, behind which a slightly derelict clinic, mottled limestone wall, some decaying wooden plaques, and plaques written with a brush "Chow Tai Fook Clinic", next to a red cross with a red paint.
While thinking about all this, he will continue to move on, step by step into the upper class, and reach out to people and things that he had never touched before, until even the memories of the country began to fade. It seems to be a bit sad, but he won’t stop...
"It's really beautiful, and it's bustling." Zhou Jian felt that he didn't know what it was like in his words.
Wen Huiyin was silent. After a long time, he said faintly: "There are no stars in the night sky, and even the moon is awkward. When I was a child, my mother told me that the lights are destined to be accompanied by no stars, and must be lonely..."
"I didn't understand it at the time. It seems to be understood now." Speaking of the people here, I heard a smile. "There is no perfect thing in the world. My family is like the light of Hong Kong Island, and your hometown is like heaven." The stars, the lights are bright, the stars have the beauty of the stars, do you like lights or stars?"
"I..." Zhou Jian was silent for a while, slowly saying, "Maybe it is a light..."
"Oh, but I like the stars... The light of the neon lights looks colorful. In fact, the light they emit is glamorous, and there is no warmth in them, just like my family."
"My mother died very early. My father rebelled the family and went to foreign countries with his mother. In fact, I did not blame him. He has the power to choose happiness. He also likes to light, but he does not want to give up the stars. So many people have done this. Paid the price..."
Wen Huiyin said that there is no detailed description here. It is a taboo to smell the people’s father’s story of smelling the people’s family. It’s a taboo to smell people’s identity in the family. Fortunately, the people of Boda have always regarded her as their own.
"Do you know?" Wen Huihui turned to look at Zhou Jian, whispered: "In fact, I have been quietly paying attention to you in the third year of high school."
Zhou Jian’s heart jumped, and even his breathing was a little confusing at that moment. He turned his head and looked at the incredible sounds. In the bright and clear eyes of the other party, he could clearly see his reflection. He was somewhat cramped in the reflection and had some expectations.
"Because your world is exactly the opposite of me, you have the things I have always envied, and I don't have what I have always envied by others. Maybe I am curious about your world. I like to talk to you and look at you for yourself. Living hard and working hard, sometimes listening to your ancient views of society, because you don't know your world, so everything you say is new to me."
"In my eyes, you are a big boy who is slightly cynical because of small frustration but never blames others. He always likes to rely on himself and strive for a sense of justice."
"Hey..." Zhou Jian didn't think that Wen Huiyin had such a view on himself. The feeling of guilty thought gradually subsided. It seems that he would be wrong. In fact, he is an ordinary college student who can no longer be ordinary. Any vivid character, without any edges and corners, because the family's poverty is too early to contact the society, it is inevitable to see some human ugliness, so the heart is a little dark, but this darkness has not erased the sense of justice in his heart. He said: "Actually, I am a laity."
"Well, huh, huh." Wenren Huiyin laughed like a silver bell. "Yeah, I said that your world is exactly the opposite of me. You say that you are a vulgar because you live in the reality of your own struggle. Some people say that I am ethereal because I live in the fantasy of childhood..."
Zhou Jianzu chewed the words of Wen Hui, and said: "As you say, we should not be friends..."
"No, different worlds can complement each other. I like the feeling that you bring me, and hate those who own the lights, and always regard the lights as a kind of show-off capital, or as a gift gift to others in exchange for satisfaction.