Would it be cooler to rush to pay the bill at a shared table for New Year's Eve? ...
The last day of 2018 is also the second day of the New Year’s Day holiday.
After the comic convention ended, Wen Zichuan took off his makeup, changed his clothes, and went to the pre-arranged place to meet Cheng Sizhou, and then went to the city center together to celebrate the New Year.
"It's still early, let's go eat first." Cheng Sizhou brought two cups of hot milk tea and took Wen Zichuan's shoulder bag very naturally. "What do you want to eat?"
"Anything is fine. I'm not picky." Wen Zichuan wore a mask, revealing his eyes. Although he looked a little tired, he still squinted his eyes and smiled at him.
Cheng Sizhou suddenly realized that Zichuan had never taken off his mask since leaving the comic exhibition.
Since signing with Second Voice, his number of fans has soared from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, to the point that he has to wear a mask all the time in public to avoid being recognized by fans and affecting his private schedule.
Cheng Sizhou thought of a very common saying, "He who wears the crown must bear its weight." He naturally hoped that Zichuan would have more and more fans and develop better and better, but he also felt sorry for him because he had lost a lot of freedom.
There was a traffic jam on the road, and by the time we reached the city center, the sun had already set.
"The last time I came here to eat was after the college entrance exam. My parents insisted on inviting all the teachers over, filling up the entire table. It felt like they weren't eating food, but me. I was like a piece of barbecue spread out on the table, and everyone took a chopstick to eat."
Cheng Sizhou chose an old restaurant called "Libin Renjia", which has been open in Dengyuan for at least thirty or forty years. The decoration style is classical and warm, just like the sunset outside the window, adding a touch of poetry to the upcoming night.
Wen Zichuan was taken by him to sit by the window. The seats here were also designed to be very private, with screens in front and behind, and even a gauze curtain hanging on one side of the aisle.
"You studied at Dengshi University. You must have had good grades back then. Why would you be afraid of the teacher?" Wen Zichuan was chatting while flipping through the menu. He became distracted while looking at it and didn't pay attention to what he said next.
He flipped through the menu backwards, and the last few pages were desserts: a small portion of chocolate mousse for 158 yuan.
It was too expensive. He had never been to such an expensive restaurant in his life. Even if he split the bill, it would still cost him a lot of money.
"Want to eat this?" Cheng Sizhou saw that he was still and knew that he liked sweet things. "Ask the waiter to bring two servings first. You can fill up and remember to save room for the main course."
“Brother Zhou…!” Wen Zichuan hesitated to speak.
"What's wrong?" Cheng Sizhou was pulled back by him as soon as he stood up.
"How about we go to another one?" Wen Zichuan's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.
"Don't you like it here?" Cheng Sizhou gathered his coat and pointed out the window. Across the sky, a large screen in the square was playing a cheerful zodiac animation. "Look, if you don't want to go to the square and squeeze in, you can also watch the New Year's Eve countdown here."
Wen Zichuan didn't dislike it, on the contrary, he was very happy.
It was originally he who suggested going out to celebrate the New Year, but when the time came, he became worried that there would be too many people outside and what accidents might happen.
Cheng Sizhou knew that he liked quietness and didn't want to wear a mask all the time, so he planned everything in advance so that he only had to accept the arrangements for tonight calmly.
If he doesn't understand this feeling, he will be no different from a fool.
"You, won the lottery?" After a few seconds of silence, Wen Zichuan suddenly teased.
"No, why do you ask?" Cheng Sizhou smiled and reached out to hold his hand.
"Didn't you say that Dengbo's salary wasn't high? Why are you being so extravagant?"
"Don't we all value a sense of ritual these days? Think about it, on New Year's Eve, you want to go back to Fengbo, and I have to go to my parents' house. Since we can't spend New Year's Eve together, then New Year's Day is especially important, right?"
"It is very important, but..."
"Don't worry about it, just order the dishes." Cheng Sizhou gently squeezed his hand, pressing his fingertips into the hollow of his palm. "We're all very busy usually. I occasionally make some home-cooked dishes, but they can't compare to the chefs outside. Don't think too much, just let Brother Zhou love you well for once, okay?"
Wen Zichuan fell silent. Looking at the increasingly exaggerated numbers on the menu, he lowered his head and uttered an almost inaudible "hmm".
"Hello, sir." After taking the order, the waiter paused outside the gauze curtain before walking in and asking, "We offer free phone screen cleaning and screen protector services. Would you like any of these?"
"Oh, okay." Cheng Sizhou suddenly let go of Wen Zichuan's hand, fumbled for his phone, and handed it over. "The screen is a little dirty. Sorry to bother you."
"Take mine too." Wen Zichuan keenly noticed his unnaturalness, but still accepted it very calmly and handed his mobile phone to the waiter.
What is different from before is that Brother Zhou can now face this feeling calmly. As for being a little reserved in front of outsiders, it is also to avoid the shackles of the world, not out of inner resistance.
Wen Zichuan felt the so-called "satisfaction" for this, and became more confident, fitting the other party properly into his expectations for the future.
If possible, he would also like to fold Brother Zhou into a small paper man, put it in his pocket, and take it with him wherever he goes, so that he will never leave his side.
"Hey, are both gentlemen using the same model of cell phone?" After cleaning one, the waiter picked up the other and discovered something special about it.
"Yes, coincidence." Cheng Sizhou smiled embarrassedly.
There have been several misunderstandings about the same model of mobile phones.
Cheng Sizhou doesn't like unnecessary things, and he usually has to wear gloves when doing repairs, which makes unlocking the phone very troublesome, so he doesn't use a phone case or a fingerprint lock on his phone.
Wen Zichuan could have made the distinction, but he didn't. If he took the wrong one, he could just exchange it. Since Brother Zhou didn't care about privacy, he could also be 100% honest with him.
This tacit understanding had a positive effect. For example, Cheng Sizhou knew that Wen Zichuan had never been too close to any financial sponsor, and Wen Zichuan also knew that after that incident, Cheng Sizhou had not paid any attention to Liu Shixing.
“Ding ding ding.”
One of the phones rang, and the waiter handed it to Wen Zichuan with both hands: "It should be yours."
Wen Zichuan opened WeChat and saw a message from Wei Xiaoming. The young man had sent a handsome selfie with a large screen in the square in the city center appearing in the background.
"Hello, hello, Zichuan, where are you spending New Year's Eve?" Wei Xiaoming is a very outgoing person. After adding Wei Xiaoming as a friend and chatting with him twice, he even changed his name.
"I'm eating outside. Why don't you come to the city center to celebrate the New Year?" Wen Zichuan replied to him.
"Wow, what a coincidence?!" Wei Xiaoming typed away, "We're also looking for a place to eat. We want something cheap and delicious. Where are you? How about we get together?"
"I'm from Libin, and it's a bit expensive here." Wen Zichuan didn't actually dislike him. The youthful vitality in Wei Xiaoming was something he thought he lacked.
"Libin Family?" Wei Xiaoming paused for half a minute, probably searching the menu and reading reviews. "It looks pretty good! Wait for me, let's have New Year's Eve dinner together!"
"Who is it?" Cheng Sizhou saw that he was sending the message seriously, and a doting arc appeared at the corner of his lips.
"A colleague." Wen Zichuan added, "He's an actor."
"Your friend?"
"Well, sort of."
The waiter cleaned the screen, returned the phone and left.
As soon as the person left, another furry head suddenly came in.
"Zi-chuan!" Wei Xiaoming sat down next to him as if he had discovered a new world. "Even if I told him you were here, he wouldn't believe me, my godfather!"
When Wen Zichuan heard the word "godfather", he looked out the curtain and as expected, Wei Jing was standing there.
The well-tailored suit made him look more handsome than the time he was at the banquet. Without the flattery of others, his temperament seemed much more decent.
Cheng Sizhou also looked outside in the direction he was looking. What's going on?
A sunny and lively little puppy, a domineering president who looks like a dog, a tall and beautiful female assistant, a cold and ruthless male bodyguard, oh, another one is also a cold and ruthless male bodyguard.
So what did Zichuan just agree to? Share a table???
Cheng Sizhou has a slight headache.
"We just got here too. Mr. Wei, Xiaoming, please sit here." Wen Zichuan was not good at dealing with this kind of situation. Out of politeness, he stood up and sat on the bench next to Cheng Sizhou, giving his side to them.
"Lanqin." Wei Jing waved.
"Mr. Wei." Lan Qin took two steps forward.
"All expenses tonight, including those for these two, will be charged to my personal account." He gestured to his subordinates, "You are free to do as you please."
"Boss Wei, Xiaoming, this is my roommate, Cheng Sizhou." Wen Zichuan introduced them in the middle. "Brother Zhou, this is Mr. Wei Jing, the president of Xingyu Feiyu, and this is actor Wei Xiaoming."
"Hello, Mr. Wei; Hello, Teacher Xiaoming." Cheng Sizhou took the initiative to shake hands with them.
Wen Zichuan discovered that Cheng Sizhou was born with the gentle and elegant temperament of a noble man. Even when facing a big shot like President Wei for the first time, he could still handle it with ease and composure.
The waiter brought the menu again. Wei Jing asked Wei Xiaoming to add a few dishes that suited his taste, while he continued chatting with Wen and Cheng.
"Teacher Wen, what does your roommate do for a living?"
"He works as a cultural relic restorer at the Dengyuan Museum."
"Cultural relic restoration?!" Wei Jing's eyes lit up. "I guess Teacher Cheng knows a lot about cultural relics, right?"
"Not really," Cheng Sizhou said modestly, "Our restoration work focuses mainly on research into materials and craftsmanship. As for our understanding of cultural relics, we can't compare to that of cultural relics experts or archaeologists."
"Then, if I give you a cultural relic, can you tell whether it is real or fake?" Wei Jing almost chased him and asked.
Cheng Sizhou sighed silently in his heart. This question was actually quite unprofessional. If an item was judged to be a cultural relic, it had at least undergone professional cultural relic rating, with different levels. Or some items could not be rated because of insufficient research value, but there was no real or fake distinction.
Fake ones are not called cultural relics. To put it nicely, they are imitations, and to put it bluntly, they are counterfeits.
However, Teacher Xiao Cheng did not intend to expose him or educate him.
In my impression, it is quite common for rich people to play with some cultural relics for fun, but most of these people are old men over 50 years old who have money and free time but lack spiritual sustenance. I didn’t expect that Mr. Wei, who is so young, also has this hobby.
"Uh...porcelain is barely acceptable, but other categories are not." Cheng Sizhou said, his heart beating fast. Would this nouveau riche and domineering CEO drag him to appraise treasures?
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