Stalin said: Great energy is generated only for great goals.
Now that she had a short-term goal, Zhang Moyan was no longer discouraged and immediately became more energetic. She 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 be the most expensive birthday cake she had ever eaten in her life.
It’s not that I haven’t thought about using this money to buy a small piece of Hermès leather goods, but after thinking about it, I think food is better. After eating, it’s over and there won’t be any lingering memories.
Sad.
Beyond the pastry shop is Shenhai's most beautiful street, built during the Republican era and steeply reminiscent of the bourgeoisie. Shaded by plane trees, it's lined with dozens of buildings by the Hungarian master, Hudec. German-style buildings feature white triangular gables with exposed black timber frames; English-style villas have double-sloped red tile roofs and concrete stucco facades; and American-style gardens feature red brick walls with beautiful dormer windows and chimneys.
Although the various buildings were built by one person, each one has a different style, exuding a romantic atmosphere that blends with time. Many young couples linger on the street with cameras in hand. The slim girls pose against the wall, and the boys squat or stand patiently to find the best angle.
The picture is so beautiful. Although she will lose love, love will still exist in this world.
The phone vibrated in my hand, and a push notification came from a sports channel I followed before.
"Making history! A 19-year-old Chinese athlete wins the Nangongshan International Rock Climbing Competition!"
Zhang Moyan couldn't wait to click on the news and saw a very long report with pictures and text, which gave a detailed introduction to the game that had just ended dozens of minutes ago.
Because no Chinese had ever won first place at this level of difficulty before, the author's passionate writing was extremely hot-blooded and exaggerated, which made Zhang Moyan's heart surge.
The article ended by mentioning the young champion's coach and included a photo of the two of them at a competition. Zhang Moyan's eyes widened when she saw the photo. This coach turned out to be the muscular, tattooed, bald man from the Magic Rock Club!
After glancing over the news, Zhang Moyan called Xiao Xingyu. When a man achieves success, a qualified girlfriend would of course be the first to offer her blessings.
The phone rang for a moment and then connected. Xiao Xingyu's surprised voice came from the other end: "Mo Yan, how can this be such a coincidence? I just picked up the phone and was about to call you when you called. Tell me, are we telepathic?"
Zhang Moyan didn't dare to admit it.
"Well, I just saw that a Chinese athlete won the championship in your competition. I was so happy that I wanted to call you to congratulate you."
The sound of a door closing could be heard from Xiao Xingyu's side. "I was just about to tell you this good news! You already know it. I didn't expect reporters for such a niche competition to be so dedicated!"
"Not only does he work hard, but he also writes with such passion, it's like he's igniting!"
"Really? Turn around and let me see."
"Yeah, okay!"
"Are you outside?" Xiao Xingyu heard the sound of a car passing by her.
"Yeah," he said, unable to claim he was on sick leave, "I just finished an outpost and am on my way back to the office."
She now discovered that she was really good at lying.
"Oh." Xiao Xingyu had no doubt.
It felt like Xiao Xingyu's side was quiet, without any festive atmosphere. Zhang Moyan asked, "Where are you now? Aren't you celebrating? It's so quiet over there."
"They're celebrating. I'm going back to the hotel first," Xiao Xingyu yawned. "I stayed up all night preparing for the competition. Now I just want to come back, take a shower, and get some sleep."
"Oh, then you... why don't you just take a rest? I'm hanging up first."
"Hey Moyan," Xiao Xingyu called her, "Let's talk for a while."
For some reason, this little request made Zhang Moyan's heart move, even though it was just a very ordinary sentence.
"Oh, okay, um," Zhang Moyan bit her lip to suppress the soreness in her nose, walking along the sidewalk under the sycamore trees while talking on the phone, "Have you had lunch?"
"Of course I've eaten at this time. I just had a box lunch at noon."
"Just a box lunch?"
"Well, they're out to a restaurant now," Xiao Xingyu paused, his voice aggrieved, "I didn't go. I can't get used to the food here. I've lost weight eating so much lately."
Those two sentences really did cause Zhang Moyan to feel distressed: "Really? It's so painful, but fortunately it's over... 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, then confirmed with her word by 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."
Zhang Moyan then realized what she had said without thinking. Damn, this man was really sharp! In fact, she hadn't made such a decision yet.
"Mo Yan, stop hiding, you've been exposed!" Xiao Xingyu was afraid that she would retreat.
Zhang Moyan didn't deny it, but emphasized: "You came to my house for dinner!"
"Oh," Xiao Xingyu's voice suddenly sounded extremely disappointed, "Just eating?"
"What else?" Zhang Moyan said in a serious tone, "What else do you want?"
"Me, I want to see you dance on me."
"Ah?" Zhang Moyan was a little confused. There is such a dance?
She fell into a blind spot of knowledge, and the person on the other end of the phone couldn't help laughing. Now she knew what it meant without thinking, and her face suddenly turned red.
Not knowing how to respond, Zhang Moyan had to change the subject: "I just saw that champion's coach on the news and he looks so familiar. I think I've seen him at your club before. Am I seeing things right?"
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