Stalin said: Great energy is generated only for great goals.
Now that she had a short-term goal, Zhang Moyan was completely discouraged and energetic. She immediately took a taxi to the most famous French pastry shop in the city center and spent a lot of money to order what would definitely become the most expensive birthday cake she has ever eaten in her life.
.
It’s not that I haven’t thought that it would be better to buy a small piece of Hermès leather goods for the money, but after thinking about it, it’s better to eat something. After eating, it’s over, and there won’t be any thoughts left.
Sad.
Coming out of the pastry shop is the most beautiful road in Shenhai. It was formed during the Republic of China and has a strong petty bourgeoisie atmosphere. On both sides of the French plane trees are dozens of architectural works by the Hungarian master Hudec. The German-style buildings have white triangular gables and exposed black wood.
Structure; British-style house with double steep slope red tile roof, exterior facade cement brushed decoration; American-style garden red brick plain wall, inlaid with beautiful dormer windows and chimneys...
Although the various buildings were built by one person, each one has a different style and exudes a romantic style blended with time. Many young couples linger on the road with cameras, slender girls pose against the wall, and young men take the trouble to squat or stand.
Find the best angle.
The picture is so beautiful. Although she will lose her love, love will still exist in this world.
The phone vibrated in my hand, and a notification came from a sports channel I had followed previously.
"Making history! A 19-year-old Chinese teenager won the Nangongshan International Rock Climbing Competition championship!"
Zhang Moyan couldn't wait to click on the news and read a long report with pictures and texts, detailing the game that just ended dozens of minutes ago.
Because no Chinese has ever won the first place on this level of difficulty before, the author’s passionate words are so passionate and exaggerated that Zhang Moyan’s heart is racing.
At the end of the article, the coach of the young champion was mentioned, and a photo of the two masters and apprentices was taken on the field. Zhang Moyan's eyes widened when he saw the photo. This coach was actually the powerful Kong Wu from the Magic Rock Club.
Bald head with head tattoo!
After reading the news roughly, Zhang Moyan dialed Xiao Xingyu's phone number. When a man succeeds, of course a qualified girlfriend should send her blessings as soon as possible.
The phone rang for a moment and was connected, and Xiao Xingyu's surprised voice came from inside: "Why is it such a coincidence, Mo Yan? I just took the phone in my hand to call you, and your call came. You said, we
Is this considered a tacit understanding?"
Zhang Moyan dare not admit it.
"Well, I just saw that the Chinese player won the championship in your competition. I was very happy and wanted to call you quickly to congratulate you."
The sound of closing the door came from Xiao Xingyu's side: "I was just about to tell you the good news! You already know it, but I didn't expect that such a niche game reporter would work so hard!"
"Not only do they work hard, but they also write articles with such passion that they can be set on fire!"
"Really? Turn to me later."
"Well, okay!"
"Are you outside?" Xiao Xingyu heard the sound of a car passing by her.
"Yeah," he couldn't say that he was on sick leave, "I just finished a field trip and I'm on my way back to the company now."
She now finds out that she is really good at lying.
"Oh." Xiao Xingyu had no doubts.
It seemed that Xiao Xingyu's place was quiet, without any warm and festive atmosphere. Zhang Moyan asked: "Where are you now? Didn't you go to celebrate? It's so quiet over there."
"They are celebrating, I'm going back to the hotel first," Xiao Xingyu yawned, "I stayed up all night to prepare for the game, and now I just want to come back and take a shower to catch up on my sleep."
"Oh, then... why don't you just take a rest, I'll hang up first."
"Hey Moyan," Xiao Xingyu stopped her, "Let's chat for a while."
I don’t know why, but this small request made Zhang Moyan’s heart move. It was obviously a very ordinary sentence.
"Oh, okay, um," Zhang Moyan bit her lip to hold back the feeling of soreness in her nose, and walked along the sidewalk under the sycamore tree while talking on the phone, "Have you had lunch?"
"Of course I've eaten everything I ordered. I just had a box lunch at lunch."
"Just a box lunch?"
"Well, they are going to a restaurant now," Xiao Xingyu paused, and his voice became aggrieved, "I didn't go. I'm not used to the taste of the food here. I've lost weight from eating recently."
These two sentences really succeeded in making Zhang Moyan feel distressed: "Really? It's so painful, but fortunately it's at the end... By the way, is there anything you want to eat? I'll make it for you when you come back tomorrow."
The man on the other end of the phone paused, and then confirmed with her word for word: "Mo Yan, do you mean to go to your house tomorrow?" He smacked his lips again, "Then I really have to look forward to tomorrow."
Only then did Zhang Moyan realize that he had said something without thinking. Damn it, this man is so perceptive! In fact, he had not made such a determination at all.
"Mo Yan, stop hiding, you've been exposed!" Xiao Xingyu was afraid that she would withdraw.
Zhang Moyan did not deny it, but emphasized: "You came to my house to eat!"
"Otherwise," Zhang Moyan said with a correct attitude, "What else do you want?"
"I, I want to see you dancing on me."
"Ah?" Zhang Moyan's mind was a little confused. Is there such a dance?
She fell into a knowledge blind spot and couldn't help laughing out loud on the other end of the phone. Now she knew what it meant without having to think about it, and her face suddenly turned red.
Not knowing how to answer such words, Zhang Moyan had to start another conversation: "I just saw on the news that the championship coach looks familiar. I think I have seen him in your club. Am I right?"
"Yes, his coach has tattoos!" Xiao Xingyu's voice was muffled in the fabric, but became clear again in the next second, "There is no other person in China with his look!"
Xiao Xingyu should be taking off his shirt, it should be a pullover top.
Zhang Moyan suddenly realized what he was reasoning about, and hurriedly admired: "That tattoo teacher is so amazing, he can actually teach such an outstanding apprentice!"
"Of course, the people I train and train will definitely become world champions!"
Zhang Moyan was surprised: "The tattoo teacher is your apprentice? Are you his teacher?"
"Yeah, don't I look like me? You don't know that your husband is both wise and brave! That's it, then you can't cling to me to death from now on?"
The sound of running water came from the phone. Zhang Moyan guessed that Xiao Xingyu might have to take a shower, so he quickly said consciously: "Are you going to take a shower? Then take a shower first and let's not talk anymore."
The other party was silent for a while and then asked: "Don't you want to call me while I'm taking a shower?"
This question was so strange that Zhang Moyan's brain seemed to be under control.
What's the problem?
Take a shower?
Call?
Why do you still have a sentence pattern that hurts people when you say "no"?
Maybe it’s because I know they’ll break up soon, but I really can’t say “no” to this sentence pattern.
I had no choice but to try to talk about the serious topic: "The tattoo teacher learned his skills from you, so he is now the coach of the world champion, so aren't you their... ancestor?"
Xiao Xingyu was amused: "Yes, are you envious? You don't have to be envious, I also have skills to teach you!"
He seems to be rubbing his hair with foam.
Zhang Moyan couldn't help but reason.
She shook her head with reason: "Me, what can I learn?"
"Don't you like children very much?"
"Well, yes."
"I have mastered more than a dozen techniques for giving birth to babies. This is my unique skill. I will not pass it on to boys or girls, only to you."
Zhang Moyan choked, and glanced at the people on the street subconsciously. It was really hard to imagine that a man was telling her this while taking a shower in broad daylight.
This is really enough!
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Moyan's scalp was numb, he adjusted his breathing, and brought the topic onto the right track again: "When is your flight tomorrow? Can I pick you up?"
After a splash of water, Xiao Xingyu said: "Tomorrow I have to send a few friends off first, so I booked a flight for the afternoon, and I estimate that I will land around 5:30. Running to the airport is too hard, and this makes Xiaowa happy.
Just do it. There’s no need for a welcome ceremony, and don’t prepare gifts. Just prepare for the battle at home.”
Oh my god, Zhang Moyan really can't take it anymore, his whole ears are burning.
Why would someone say such a thing in such a normal tone...
"I, I have something wrong now. You should take a shower first. You are not allowed to call me again at night!"
I couldn't help but hang up the phone. After hanging up for a long time, my heart was still pounding.
Looking at myself from the mirror decoration of the high-end clothing store along the street, my whole face was red and bleeding.
I rubbed my face and my eyes were attracted by a model in the window.
A slim model with perfect body proportions, wearing a bud green mini dress.
It is super low-cut, the hem of the skirt almost passes the crotch, and the lace is hollowed out on both sides of the waist, which is pure and sexy.
Zhang Moyan looked at the dress in fascination. If she were as rich as the enemy, she would definitely give the best things in the world to Xiao Xingyu, but she didn't. If this is what he wants, then take it.
!
It's just that she has never worn clothes with so little fabric...