wolf.
There is absolutely no manners in eating.
Tang Xiaobao is very relaxed.
But his behavior made Zhou Haiyan very happy.
"Eat, eat. These few skewers are enough for me. The rest are all yours. Order more if you don't have enough."
Tang Xiaobao ate the skewers while giving a thumbs-up and praising, "I didn't realize you were so generous. You're not that stingy. I give you a thumbs-up."
"I'm not stingy."
Zhou Haiyan smiled unhappily.
Tang Xiaobao winked at him and ate seriously.
Zhou Haiyan put down her chopsticks before she finished her bowl of hot and sour noodles and watched Tang Xiaobao eat. After a while, she suddenly asked, "Do you like concerts?"
"dislike."
"oh."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just like it. I even said I'd like to go to a concert with you someday."
"OK."
"Don't you like it?"
"Hobbies can be cultivated."
…
Eat and pay.
Zhou Haiyan did not return to the community, but took Tang Xiaobao across the street and walked towards a square not far away.
There was a subway station there. It was just after ten o'clock in the evening and the subway had not stopped running yet, so there were still many people coming and going in the square, but very few people stopped.
They all come and go in a hurry.
From a certain entrance of the subway, the sound of a guitar came.
The song was very nice, and Tang Xiaobao had never heard it before.
At this time, Zhou Haiyan pushed down the brim of her hat, led Tang Xiaobao to a bench near the subway entrance, and sat down, then stared into the subway passage in a daze.
Tang Xiaobao noticed that Zhou Haiyan's eyes were filled with deep tenderness, some entanglement and pain, as well as a bit of helplessness and sighing.
Huh?
Is there anything going on?
Tang Xiaobao also followed her gaze.
At this time, in the passage, a gentle man in his thirties was playing the guitar.
This man is not handsome, but he has a lot of temperament, and his temperament is exactly the same as Zhou Haiyan's.
It feels like having read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles.
What’s it called?
There is a saying that goes like this... A man of culture is naturally elegant.
Yes, this boy is not handsome, but he is definitely very talented.
But the strange thing is that he just played the guitar, and played it very well, but he didn't sing.
Tang Xiaobao had never heard of this guitar piece, but it sounded very nice.
Passersby would look at the man as they passed by, but most of them would not stop.
Occasionally someone would stop and most of them would put a banknote in the cardboard box in front of the man.
Ten yuan, fifty yuan, five yuan, and fifty cents...
There wasn't a single red hundred-dollar bill.
The man never looked at the box containing the money from beginning to end. It was not filled with money, and he really didn't seem to mind.
He was just immersed in his own musical world.
Zhou Haiyan didn't say anything, so Tang Xiaobao didn't ask any more questions.
But he was almost certain that this man had an unusual relationship with Zhou Haiyan.
Otherwise, Zhou Haiyan would not have brought him here.
Could it be that this man is the protagonist of her story?
Although Tang Xiaobao was very curious, he didn't know what to say, nor did he want to break this mood and atmosphere.
Yes, that's fine now.
Some people were playing guitar, some were watching silently from a distance, and Tang Xiaobao became a bystander, watching this scene.
It’s hard to describe what he felt in his heart, Tang Xiaobao just became more and more interested in the man.
He stared at the man, looking at him patiently.
The more he looked at the man, the more he felt that he was extraordinary. It seemed that he had a kind of strength and arrogance, which Tang Xiaobao particularly admired.
Suddenly, a lady in her thirties walked by. She was well-maintained and very beautiful. She came from a distance and finally walked in front of the man.
She listened quietly, staring at the man in front of her. She didn't say a word, just listened quietly.
The man obviously saw her, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he did not greet her and continued to play the guitar silently.
He changed several songs in a row, and played each one very well.
Tang Xiaobao is also a guitar master, even he has to admire him. This man's skills are superb, it seems like he was born to play the guitar. He seems to be integrated with the guitar and his music.
I watched it like this for about an hour.
The subway station is out of service.
The last group of guests left, and the subway passage became increasingly deserted.
But the lady still showed no intention of leaving.
Tang Xiaobao looked at Zhou Haiyan carefully.
He thought Zhou Haiyan's expression would change. After all, it seemed that this noble lady was also coming for this man.
But what was strange was that Zhou Haiyan was very calm, with a hint of pride and a smile in her eyes.
"Rival in love?"
Tang Xiaobao asked himself this question in his heart, and became even more curious.
Finally, the guitar stopped.
The man began to pack his things. From beginning to end, he did not look at or speak to the beautiful lady in front of him.
But the lady took out a wallet from her body, took out a thick bundle of banknotes from it, put it gently into the cardboard box, turned around and was about to leave.
The man came over immediately and stopped the lady, still holding the bundle of banknotes in his hand and a smile on his face.
He was clearly smiling, but he wasn't really smiling, giving you a sense of distance without making you feel embarrassed.
It is difficult to explain and describe this man's smile.
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