Preface: This chapter mainly tells the protagonist’s previous experiences and has little to do with the main plot. Readers who don’t want to read it can skip it.
This bundle of red madder is of good quality...
These moon orchids have grown to dark blue...
The sap of the Kasi tree tastes pretty good...
"Boss, can these Lake Bud Leaves be cheaper? I'll buy 10 pieces and give me a 20% discount." Sherlock bargained. He has said this line dozens of times and it has almost become his mantra. Already.
But the moment he finished speaking, the tender green sprouts on the stall information suddenly disappeared, and there were no other players around him. It was possible that the stall owner had withdrawn himself.
"The price has changed now, 200 gold pieces." A female voice that seemed familiar came from across the stall.
Darling, the price has doubled. This is the first time Sherlock has seen someone selling something like this. Does he look like a fat sheep, or does the other person think he is mentally retarded?
Although the lake buds and leaves were rare, they were not indispensable precious materials. He shook his head helplessly and was about to continue shopping, but the raised pretty face made him stop in his tracks.
After the two looked at each other across the booth for a long time, Sherlock finally spoke first.
"Long time no see, Sister Tang."
"Long time no see, Sherlock."
What followed was a long silence. Meeting this person so suddenly made Sherlock a little unprepared. He had prepared many lines for the two of them to meet again, but now he couldn't say a word. If he had known that he should have just spoken He pretended not to recognize him and walked away silently.
As if she heard Sherlock's thoughts, the female player across the booth showed an understanding smile and said, "After saying hello, do you regret it?"
Sherlock scratched his head, smiled awkwardly and said, "No, it's just a little unexpected."
"Then you are surprised to see me, or are you surprised to see me?"
"What's the difference between the two?"
"The difference is that you can buy my lake bud leaves for 50 gold a piece or 200 gold a piece."
"Just 100 gold pieces will do."
"Really? When you left five years ago, didn't you say that no one would have trouble with money? Or did you think that our relationship wasn't even worth 50 gold?"
From the aggressiveness at the beginning to the sarcastic metaphor later, Sherlock also knew that the other party still remembered what happened back then, so he could only show a wry smile and said: "Sister Tang, do you have to be so cold when you speak?"
"It's like a pair of lovers. After breaking up, one is lonely, while the other is happy. How do you think the former will view the latter?"
After such a long time, I didn't expect that the other party's temper was still the same. Such a direct sentence made Sherlock unable to finish a word.
This awkward atmosphere lasted for nearly a minute. Just when he had organized his words and was about to speak again, the other party spoke first.
"However, since you have not embarrassed me, I can accept your apology."
For Sherlock, if there is anyone he feels sorry for in this life, it is the woman in front of him who brought him into the gaming industry.
From a game novice to an elite player, he went through the most difficult five years with the help of the other party. But just like all young eagles with full wings eager to fly, he left the other party's place for his own development. studio.
He can be said to be completely benevolent towards the studio, but towards this woman, he always feels guilty.
He didn't expect that after five years, the two would meet again in this way. This time, it might be his last chance to find this friend.
"Are you free now? I'll take you somewhere." Sherlock didn't say any false words like sorry. He, who has never had a high emotional intelligence, prefers to speak with actions.
"I still have an hour of game time!"
"Enough!"
Pulling the other person along, he ran away from the dark player market, passed through the crowded crowd, and finally ran into a tavern.
"Jack, can you lend me the kitchen?"
Sherlock called to the tavern waiter who was flirting at the side, and after getting the other person's permission, he ran into the kitchen to tinker with the barbecue he was best at.
The time he encountered beef soup on the merchant ship, he still saved some ingredients, not much, but it was still enough for a barbecue for one or two people.
Instead of using precious ingredients such as white bear meat and swift meat, all the skin, meat and internal organs of a bell chicken are removed, leaving only a chicken skeleton.
What he wants to cook this time is the thing that he has to cook two skewers every night when he goes offline - grilled chicken rack.
On a snowy winter night, there was only one barbecue stall with lights on, and two men and women rubbing their hands. That was probably one of the few scenes he could never forget.
There is no doubt that when Sherlock came back with two skewers of chicken racks, the woman who had always called herself a literary young woman could not resist the killing power of memories.
"Sherlock, do you know why I always dragged you to have barbecues with me?"
"I'm also curious about this question?"
At that time, there were many people working under Sister Tang in the studio. As a newcomer, Sherlock was inconspicuous, with average skills, average looks, and couldn't speak. He was also surprised why the other party wanted to go to barbecue with him.
"Because you are the only one who still agrees with me while having barbecue, I have been wondering when you, a cheapskate, can treat me to a meal." At this point, she seemed to be amused by her behavior and said: "
Unexpectedly, I have been waiting for this meal for 10 years."
Well, Sherlock thought of all kinds of reasons, even the reason why the other party liked him so much that he was so narcissistic, but he didn't expect that in the end it would be such a slightly absurd result.
In the studio, it was well known that Sister Tang was suffering from literary youth. Such a person would actually be obsessed with a barbecue for less than 10 bucks. Sure enough, the world of female literary youth is incomprehensible to ordinary people.
But it didn't matter, the other party's hearty smile finally solved the last bit of the grudge between the two parties, and Sherlock finally found the feeling they had when they got along.
The five-year relationship has not been wasted by time, and there is even a little more feeling of meeting again after a long absence, old friends in a foreign land, talking about people and things from the past, it is as if there is a connection between the hearts, sometimes feeling sentimental, and sometimes being happy.
It wasn't until the other party's offline time came that the two ended the conversation.
"I'm offline now. Let's chat next time. Remember to apply as my friend."
Sherlock looked at the ID displayed in the application and wondered: "Tang Lingyue, wasn't your ID always called the eldest lady of the Tang family before?"
"Ha! Do you think a 32-year-old woman can still have this kind of ID?"
With this slightly helpless self-deprecation, the seat next to Sherlock became empty.
