People who wander outside will always miss home.
In addition to running a business with Pei Dongcan, Feng Lu also has two shops that belong entirely to her. They are her own businesses and are her personal property.
Then one of the stores is a Chinese restaurant.
She stubbornly did not localize the taste of the dishes, but maintained the original taste.
The reason is simple: she wants to eat it herself.
This store never takes profit as its ultimate goal.
This store is just a thought of Feng Lu’s wandering life.
"Duoduo Chinese Restaurant...Mom, Lin Duoduo has grown up, although he is still a child in your eyes."
Sitting on the second floor of this restaurant, which is never open to customers, Lin Zengxian looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the road outside the window, and suddenly sighed.
Duoduo is his nickname. Feng Lu named this restaurant after his nickname. The meaning is obvious.
When his parents divorced, Lin Zengxian was still in elementary school. He can't even remember clearly some of what happened at that time.
For Lin Zengxian, the biggest impact that memory had on him was that it made him pay special attention to family, especially after he became an adult.
When he was in Stockholm, he had a relationship that was about to begin. If it hadn't been for an unexpected situation, he would have been married by now.
He likes the "family" feeling very much.
The space design on the second floor here is more spacious than the first floor. The place where he is sitting is where Feng Lu usually drinks tea.
There is a small square table with two chairs facing each other. There is plenty of lighting and the surrounding is very quiet. There is also a fish tank not far away, in which three ornamental fish are wagging their tails comfortably.
"Senior, are you sleepy?"
Passing by the small square table, Liu Zhien, who had changed her clothes and was going to the kitchen to help Feng Lu, who was cooking by herself, stopped briefly.
In the eyes of her elders, she is always a very sensible child.
Although she had little interest in learning how to cook these dishes, she still offered to help every time.
"One thing, it's okay, you can just be busy."
Raising an eyebrow and smiling, Lin Zengxian waved his hand and watched Liu Zhien disappear around the corner.
I’ve met Yoo So-young, I’ve met Yoo Ji-eun, and I’ve met my sister Bae Eun-hee, who will I see next?
Lin Zengxian felt that there should be no one left, so it was time to close his eyes and take a rest.
I have been tense all night, and I didn’t dare to relax even a moment in saving people’s lives. Now that I have relaxed, I feel even more exhausted.
In a daze, he felt like he was floating on the sea, swaying with the waves, like he was sleeping in a cradle when he was a baby.
"Excuse me."
The girl's voice, which was not loud but not timid, blended into this private space that is not open to outsiders from the entrance on the second floor.
Wearing a light purple round-neck sweater with a plaid skirt of the same color, and a pair of high-top white canvas shoes, Yoo Jimin took off the black thin casual beret on her head, her clear eyes playfully swaying in her eyes,
Then he adjusted his originally cheerful expression, like a child wearing adult clothes trying to look formal, and then turned the corner with steady steps.
She already knew in advance that someone she didn't know before would appear at the party today.
Many years later, she can still think of this moment.
It has nothing to do with any surging or throbbing emotions, just like passing by the pet store on the corner on a rainy day and seeing a dozing white cat in the window.
Walking past the exquisite fish tank, the first thing she felt was the sunshine, which was warm, like the golden apples in fairy tales, and like the most obedient drawing board in a painter's pen.
Taking another step forward, following the sunlight, she saw a quaint chair and a small square table with some age.
Different from the impression that Feng Lu was sitting here drinking tea, at this moment the small square table was clean and empty, as if the tea set did not appear before everyone arrived, and she was still waiting.
As if feeling an ancient story sleeping in a book, Yoo Jimin subconsciously slowed down his pace and even his breathing became lighter.
Slowly, slowly, take another step forward;
Slowly, the fine dust particles floating in the air became clearly visible in the embrace of the sun;
Slowly, the outline of a person became faintly visible behind the long hair that was blown up by the wind in the sun.
So, hesitating for a moment, Liu Zhimin held his eyelashes with hesitant eyes and touched lightly in the direction of the wall.
There is a simple clock hanging on the wall, and the time shows morning.
Loosening her eyelashes and letting her eyes fall on the outline again, Liu Zhimin felt that it was afternoon.
The white canvas shoes stepped on the floor, like a small boat with its sails furled, drifting towards the center of the sea accompanied by leisurely seagulls.
If the scene in front of her was a painting, she felt it must be a sketch.
The outline of that person was as if a skilled old street artist had quickly sketched it out with a brand new hard pencil.
Sharp edges and corners, quiet and silent.
His elbows were leaning on the armrest, his fingers were clenched, and the backs of his fingers were supporting his cheeks;
The other hand rests on the armrest on the other side of the seat;
The figure leans slightly against the back of the chair;
Invisible smooth breathing is like being painted on the layer of memory after being toned by light and shadow, leaving some mottled spots that are easily forgotten.
So, how to draw this person’s face?
Liu Zhimin stood there, tilting his head, biting his lip, looking at him without knowing where he was, his thoughts had already gone to the street corner of the city.
It was a rainy day, and she was holding a white umbrella;
There is an open pet shop on the corner;
In the window, there is a dozing white cat.
"Afternoon", quiet.
"Afternoon", Lin Zengxian was wrapped in sleepiness and floating on the pure white sea.
He saw a small boat with its sails furled, drifting toward the center of the sea accompanied by leisurely seagulls.
There was a bouquet of purple roses placed on the bow of the small boat.
He smelled the fragrance of white roses.
"Afternoon", quiet.
Floating on the pure white sea.
"Idiot, get up."
A familiar voice.
You guy, won’t you let me sleep a little longer?
"Not now, idiot, get up quickly."
Familiar tone.
You guy, okay, I’ll get up now.
"Afternoon", quiet.
Floating on the purple sea.
Lin Zengxian smelled the white roses.
I also smelled a cup of tea called time.
Slowly, open your eyes.
Sitting on a simple chair, Lin Zengxian saw a cup of steaming tea on the table in front of him.
"Are you awake?"
A strange voice came from the other side.
"My name is Liu Jimin."
Not standard enough, but hard enough to pronounce Chinese.