- Four years ago -
The summer in Yuecheng is always as passionate as samba.
Cong Nian finished the entrance examination from primary school to junior high school and was admitted to the affiliated high school as he wished.
Yuecheng University Affiliated Middle School, abbreviated as Affiliated Middle School, is one of the best middle schools in Yuecheng City.
The moment she received the admission letter, she decided to have a hotpot in the evening to reward herself for her hard work over the past six months.
In order to avoid meal times, she deliberately arrived half an hour earlier than usual and entered the shop in the twilight.
But I found that it was already full of people.
Maybe because it was summer vacation, there were many students sitting there.
After searching around, I found only a corner by the window where a couple had just finished eating and were packing up to leave.
She was afraid of being embarrassed standing next to others, so she stood far away.
I plan to sit over there after they leave.
Unexpectedly, just as the couple stood up, a girl sat down before them.
That girl is very pretty.
She was wearing a denim dress that showed off her slim waist. She looked like she had dressed up carefully and had some heavy makeup on her face.
At first glance she thought the girl was a bad girl, but upon closer inspection.
Like stage makeup.
Her long wavy hair makes her face look delicate, but she has a heroic look between her eyebrows and red lips and white teeth.
It combines mature wildness with fresh and magnificent beauty.
Cong Nian was attracted by the charm she exuded and even forgot the purpose of coming here to eat hot pot.
He kept looking at her.
The girl seemed to sense something and turned her head to look at her.
The moment our eyes met, an inexplicable sense of familiarity came over me.
Cong Nian was stunned.
She was sure and certain that she had never seen this girl before.
Why does she feel familiar?
Those eyes were as deep as the vast galaxy, and the moment they looked at her, it was like a huge wave that was about to swallow her up.
She seemed to have been caught peeping at someone.
He smiled at the girl awkwardly but politely, then turned his back and prepared to look for another empty seat.
But the inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart made her a little dazed.
Unfortunately, the store was packed.
Can't I eat today?
As a foodie, it would be very sad if I couldn’t eat what I wanted.
Just at this moment, the proprietress who had just taken the girl's order walked past her.
She was a regular customer of the store, so the proprietress naturally knew her.
"Nian Nian? Are you here? Find a place to sit."
Now, Cong Nian felt embarrassed even if she wanted to go to another restaurant to eat.
"It seems... there are no seats."
She pouted, bewildered.
"Why don't you sit with the girl who just arrived?"
The proprietress pointed to the window and said, "That's the pretty girl."
Cong Nian looked in the direction of the finger and saw the girl she had just peeked at.
The girl was also looking at her with raised eyebrows.
"She ordered the same thing you usually order. It's rare to meet someone with such similar tastes. Maybe we can become good friends if we eat together?"
"Our shop is called Encounter, which means you will meet unexpected people."
The boss enthusiastically nudged her back and said, "That's how my husband and I met."
“…”
Can it be the same...
Cong Nian has always been someone who doesn't know how to refuse others.
After being persuaded by the proprietress, I reluctantly sat down face to face with the girl.
They looked at each other in silence, secretly sizing each other up.
When she got closer, she realized that her makeup was probably stage makeup.
There are many sparkling little diamonds stuck on the sides of the eyes, which look very beautiful.
There was a large handbag and a black musical instrument case on the chair next to her. Judging from its shape and size, it should be a violin.
violin?
It seems that there is a provincial violin competition today.
She didn't know much about it.
Should she say something proactively?
"Ha...haha, hello."
Cong Nian forced a smile.
Why does it feel like she becomes more embarrassed when she speaks?
It’s better not to talk.
Should I continue sitting here or just leave?
Would it be rude to just leave?
She lowered her head and picked her fingers nervously.
Until the hot pot was brought to her by the proprietress, she still hadn't decided whether to stay or leave.
In the end, it was the girl who spoke first.
"My name is Yu Xinghe, what's yours?"
Her self-introduction was very short, just her name. She must be as nervous as she is, right?
From thoughts.
I mustered up the courage to look up and gazed at the girl sitting opposite me through the heat.
"Cong, Congnian."
Her face was red, perhaps because it was too hot or because she was too nervous.
His expression was like that of a frightened little rabbit.
Yu Xinghe curled her lips and smiled.
The heroic look between her eyebrows makes her look like a heroine when she smiles.
"Are you nervous?"
"No, no."
Cong Nian denied it tremblingly.
I wanted to leave, but after smelling the aroma of hot pot, I seemed to take root in the chair.
She secretly cursed herself for being so lacking in ambition!
So greedy!
"Let's eat together. I ordered a lot."
Yu Xinghe pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the side and handed her a pair. "Take it. What are you standing there for?"
"Are you afraid I'll eat you?"
Although Cong Nian knew that this was definitely a joke, she was still frightened and trembled.
Her courage has always been a mystery.
All worries disappeared without a trace the moment the soft and smooth beef entered my mouth.
Maybe just like what the boss lady said, their tastes are really similar.
Cong Nian even thought that the person sitting opposite her was another version of herself in the world.
It was clearly the first time we met, but it felt like we had known each other for a long time.
After dinner, Cong Nian plucked up the courage to ask Yu Xinghe for his contact information.
It's not about chatting her up, but about splitting the meal bill.
In the chat box, there is no text conversation except for a transfer record and a receipt record.
Cong Nian originally thought that their fate was just a hotpot meal that came about by chance when they shared a table.
Unexpectedly, before school started, she was pulled into a new class group.
When she looked through the group members, the familiar avatars made her excited and nervous.
It was not until she clicked on the avatar that the chat history showed the transfer record from half a month ago, which made her sigh at the fate.
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