Although Eric said that they would have dinner together at the hotel, they actually didn't agree on a time. It was not difficult to find Eric's mobile phone number on the OA, but it felt weird to call the leader specifically to have dinner. Zhang Moyan had to choose a time that was neither too early nor too late to go to the restaurant on the first floor. This way, it was neither proactive nor reactive.
The capital is full of splendor and there are too many places to check in, so few guests choose to dine in the hotel. Less than a quarter of the dozens of sofa round tables in the restaurant are occupied, and Eric is nowhere to be seen.
Zhang Moyan felt a little relaxed, thinking that Eric was just saying it casually, and he was probably going to eat Peking duck with his colleagues.
The hotel provided a rich variety of meals, including land, sea, air, snacks and drinks. Unfortunately, Zhang Moyan had no appetite. She walked around the food pick-up area, picked up two chicken wings and pasta, and found an inconspicuous place to sit down.
Soothing light music was playing in the restaurant, the lighting was comfortable, and the guests in groups of three or four did not disturb each other. The air was filled with the aroma of food. The mobile phone had not rung in a long time. Even Jin Xueyang did not call today. The atmosphere was very peaceful.
When they were halfway through eating the pasta, the clear voices of two children broke the tranquility. Zhang Moyan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young couple with two children who seemed to have just returned from a day's trip and walked into the restaurant.
A family of four passed by Zhang Moyan and chose a window seat three rows in front of her. The tall, young father held a three- or four-year-old girl in one hand and a five- or six-year-old boy in the other, urging the two restless children to keep their voices down. The beautiful, youthful mother put her bag on the seat, smiled, came over, explained something to the father, and took the little boy away.
This father is about the same height as Xiao Xingyu.
Zhang Moyan stopped eating noodles and watched from afar as the tall and strong man lovingly placed his little daughter in the chair.
"Dad, where are my brother and mom?" the little daughter asked in a sweet voice.
"They went to wash their hands! Let's stay here and watch things. When mom and brother come back, dad will take sister to wash hands!" I didn't expect that such a manly man would speak so gently.
"I don't want to wash my hands!" However, the little daughter didn't appreciate it and collapsed on the sofa. "My legs hurt so much, I don't want to walk~"
Of course the man disagreed, and immediately came over to persuade the little girl, speaking gently and tenderly.
But the little girl must have been really tired after a day of play, and the work was quite difficult. Her father hadn't said a few words before the little girl started to pout with tears in her eyes. The man stiffened and raised his hands in surrender.
The father, who failed in public relations, had no choice but to rummage in the mother's bag. After searching for a while, he finally found a bottle of no-rinse gel. With a smile on his face, he went over to ask the little princess for her opinion. The little princess saw that she didn't have to run errands, so she stretched out her chubby hands and agreed happily.
When my mother, who had returned with my brother, heard the solution my father volunteered, she glared at him twice, but didn't say anything.
Then the family of four went to pick up the food, returned with a full load, and sat down together to enjoy the meal.
At this time, the sun was setting and the afterglow of the sunset was reflected in the fountain in the hotel square outside the window. Inside the window, a beautiful young lady was sharing a high-calorie cheesecake with her handsome husband and son. The picture was as beautiful as an oil painting.
"What a happy family!" Someone next to her suddenly expressed what was in her heart. Zhang Moyan turned her head and saw Eric holding a tray and pulling out a chair next to her.
"Director!" Zhang Moyan put down her cutlery and was about to stand up, but Eric waved her hand. "Stay seated, you're welcome! I'm sorry I'm late. I ran into an acquaintance on the way and we chatted for a while."
Zhang Moyan was nervous, as if a thorn was stabbing her back: "Oh."
I don't know what to say more.
Eric seemed to sense her awkwardness. He put down his plate and looked at the family of four in the distance. "Mo Yan, do you really yearn for this kind of life? I saw you staring at them for a long time."
Zhang Moyan quickly withdrew her gaze from the front: "...It's okay."
"Isn't this happiness? You have a son and a daughter at such a young age."
"..." Zhang Moyan was a little hesitant to admit it. If she admitted it, it would mean that she yearned for it. If she did, then considering her current situation, she would feel that she was really committing a sin.
"Mo Yan, what do you think happiness is?"
When she came to her senses, she heard Eric asking her such a profound question!
He is indeed a young man studying philosophy. Who would normally ask others such a question?
In fact, the life of this family of four is what she considers happiness, but for some reason she says: "As long as everything is peaceful and safe, I am happy."
"Safety? That doesn't seem difficult," Eric was a bit surprised by the answer. After a moment, he nodded in appreciation and added, "If safety can make you happy, congratulations! You are the type of person who can easily achieve happiness."
Zhang Moyan was like a wooden man: "Why?"
Eric chewed and swallowed a mouthful of salmon, then wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Different people have different definitions of happiness, so happiness actually depends on your mindset. People who have low demands on life are more likely to be happy. On the contrary, people who are dissatisfied with or have many demands on life are less likely to be happy."
After listening to this, Zhang Moyan used her fork to stir the remaining pasta on the plate. After a while, she spoke: "Isn't it difficult to be safe?"
This time it was Eric's turn to be confused.
"Is there any philosophical advice on how to achieve happiness in life?" Zhang Moyan asked calmly.
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