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MONDERNHOLIDAY is the most famous Spanish-style gourmet shop on the streets of Madrid! The environment is elegant, and the decoration has a clear Latin style. The space of more than 800 square meters is casually cut into twenty or thirty semi-enclosed small rooms, with lazy music, hand-woven vine chairs, and Chinese-style celadon The large table, coupled with the slightly reddish light pattern, will make you feel relaxed as soon as you step into the store!

As the name of the store describes, coming here will definitely make you feel like you are on holiday!

Wang Qinghe has fallen in love with MONDERNHOLIDAY since he stumbled upon this gourmet restaurant on his third day in Madrid! When the sun is at its worst every day, she would find a small booth by the window, order a glass of strong Sherry, and while listening to the soft music in the store, she would describe the poetic sunshine in her notebook. This is the leisurely life she wants!

But today, when she entered MONDERNHOLIDAY carrying a beige plaid soft cloth satchel as usual, she couldn't help but frown slightly. There seemed to be more people in the store than usual, and what was even worse was her favorite one. The small room has been occupied by a man who eats and drinks with open arms!

Fortunately, the small enclosure was very spacious. Wang Qinghe paused for a moment and decided to sit in it!

Maybe after a while, this man who lowers his head and eats something uglier than a pig will leave? Wang Qinghe comforted himself in his heart!

As for the man whose food is uglier than that of a pig, it is naturally Li Tongfan. Lao Li is currently fighting to the death with his eighth sherry wine set!

At this moment, a figure floated by, a faint fragrance of jasmine entered his nose, and there seemed to be a person sitting across from the celadon-glazed round table. Li Tongfan couldn't help but look up, and then...

Bada~~~

The characteristic knife and fork with fine carvings in his hand fell to the ground without noticing it. Li Tongfan stared blankly at the woman in front of him, with three parts surprise, three parts confusion and four parts timidity in his eyes...

is her?

Is it really her?

How could it be her?

Still the stubborn long hair, the same confident smile, the smooth neck like the tender neck of a swan, the picturesque dark eyebrows, the picturesque smile...

A familiar but unfamiliar face, a face that is not stunningly beautiful, but it is the face that haunts Li Tongfan the most and the most depressingly in his short life of more than 20 years...

In this one-thousandth of a second, countless images that had long been hidden in the depths of his mind and that even Li Tongfan himself thought he had forgotten began to rewind before his eyes like a video recorder...

…

Wang Qinghe sat on the couch made of Kuteng, and was about to take out his notebook to finish writing his unfinished article "Impressions of Madrid" when he was startled by the sound of a knife and fork hanging on the ground in Li Tongfan's hand. When the man He raised his head and looked at himself blankly, and suddenly found...

It's him? How...how could...

Li Tongfan opened his mouth with a piece of raw ham in his mouth, while Wang Qinghe gently covered his mouth...

…………

This is the second time I've been surprised to see her!

Li Tongfan whispered to himself in his heart, counting the 254 days, eight hours and 54 minutes that he had spent with her in the past six years, the girl in front of him who seemed to always be calm and gentle, was in front of her for the second time today. There was a surprised expression in front of him. Although he just covered his mouth and whispered softly, Li Tongfan could see the surprise in her eyes at a glance... and surprise...

…

After a while!

"Why are you here?"

The woman in front of me, her eyebrows raised into a little crescent moon, asked questions casually, as if the person sitting across from her was an old friend whom she met every day, and her gentle voice plucked the string in Li Tongfan's heart!

"In order to... to wait for you..." Lao Li suddenly said this without thinking. After saying it, he immediately regretted it. He still hasn't changed his previous glib temper. She must be disappointed again!

Wang Qinghe looked at the embarrassed expression of this man who was worried about gains and losses like a child. His heart ached slightly, but a naughty smile appeared on his face: "Then how do you know I'm here?"

Yeah, how did I know you were here? There are so many shops on the street, how could I accidentally walk into this gourmet restaurant? In the vast sea of ​​people, how could you appear in front of me without missing a beat, just like you left silently that day?

Li Tongfan didn't know what to say and stared blankly at the woman in front of him, as if he was looking at a beautiful butterfly in his small garden many years ago. If he wasn't careful, she would flap her wings and fly away...

What came to his ears was the nostalgic hit song "Yesterday Again" played in the gourmet restaurant. Li Tongfan's mind flew far, far away with Karen Carpenter's soft and slightly hesitant voice:

WhenIwasyoung when I was young

I'dlistentotheradioI like listening to the radio

Waiting‘formyfavoritesongsWaiting for my favorite songs

WhentheyplayedI'dsingalongI often sing along

Itmademesmile.Smiley face

Those were such happy times

Andnotsolongago is not far away

How I wondered where they'd gone

But they're back again

Just like a long lost friend

All the songs I loved so well.

Every Sha-la-la-la

Every Wo-o-wo-o

Still shines

Every shing-a-ling-a-ling

That they're restarting to sing

So fine.

W hen they get to the part when they sang

Where he's breakin' her heart he broke her heart that part

It can really make me cry

Just like before

It's syesterday once more. This is yesterday again

(Shoobie do lang lang)

(Shoobie do lang lang)

Lookin' back on how it was

In years gone by those times

And the good times that I had

Makes today seem rather sad

So much has changed. Everything has changed

It wass ongs of love that

I would sing to then

And I'd remember each word

Those old melodies

Still sounds so good to me

As they melt the years away.

Every Sha-la-la-la

Every Wo-o-wo-o

Still shines

Every shing-a-ling-a-ling

That they're restartin' to sing's When I started singing

So fine. So happy

All my best memories

Come back clearly tome

Some can even make me cry. Some even make me cry

Just like before

It's yesterday once more. This is yesterday's reappearance

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"The house is nice, but it's too messy", Wang Qinghe stood on the stairs, smiling and waving her white fist: "I declare that from today, the second floor belongs to me, the first floor belongs to you, the swimming pool belongs to me, the garage belongs to you, you are not allowed to collect rent, water and electricity bills, you are not allowed to bring strangers back in the middle of the night, and you are not allowed to keep the lights off after twelve o'clock. In this case, this girl can consider providing three meals a day, how about it? Humph, you are not allowed to say no! ”

After saying “no” five times in a row, Wang Qinghe no longer paid attention to the silly Li Tongfan, humming a brisk Yimeng tune, and began to clean up the villa that was messed up by Li!

“Everyone says that Yimeng Mountain is good~~~Yimeng Mountain has beautiful scenery…”

It was still the song that had always been on her lips. Cuicui’s voice was like pearls bouncing on the ground. Li Tongfan stood at the door, looking at this figure who was busy like a little wife, and suddenly felt as if his heart was filled with something called happiness…

This must be God forgiving his last mistake and giving him another chance to do it again !

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The next day, the team had a day off, it was time to rest!

Li Tongfan, as usual, slept until ten o'clock and then got up, folded the quilt, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then started to prepare breakfast!

The room was much tidier... Wait, I seem to have forgotten something? Why do I remember that I seemed to have met her yesterday?

It seems that she stayed here? Did we have dinner together?

Li Tongfan still had a toothbrush in his mouth, standing in front of the carved mirror next to the faucet in the bathroom. Suddenly, he remembered that there should be one more person at home, so he couldn't help but tiptoe to the second floor to see if Wang Qinghe was still there?

The living room on the second floor has been neatly tidied up, and the dust on the bookshelf that I had made a mess in the past has been wiped clean. The door of the master bedroom is open, and the velvet and white quilts are piled in all directions, but the beautiful woman is nowhere to be seen. Traces...

Gone again?

A huge sense of loss instantly filled Li Tongfan's whole body. Lao Li's first reaction was to chase! So he ran downstairs. When he staggered to the door of the villa, he was pleasantly surprised to find Wang Qinghe standing there wiping his sweat. When he saw Li Tongfan coming out, he smiled softly: "You're such a loser, why don't you come over and help!"

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PS: By the way, today’s third update is 9,000 words long. This chapter quoted a song, which is too watery, so I added 400 more words. Xiao Dao is not the kind of person who is too lazy to rush to the word limit! One more chapter before 10pm.

As for why the 9,000-word update was needed, it was not for the 17 chapters to urge for updates. To be honest, Xiaodao was touched by the continuous rewards and support from several editors. Xiaodao is also a flesh-and-blood person, and he still understands the principle of repaying kindness! It would be very uninteresting if you still remain indifferent even though you are showing such support!

The girl who appears now is considered the heroine. She had a very shocking past with a pig's foot. I will write it out slowly in the future and adapt it based on my friend's experience. It's definitely not a savage girlfriend, and there won't be a scene where pig's feet are thrown away in front of women. Xiaodao wants to write a bit of pure love!

As for the great contempt of the Dongguo people, alas, Xiao Dao has taken it! But Xiaodao is really not dragging out the word count. From the end of the second game to the Derby, there is nearly 10 days of rest. It would be boring to keep writing about the game! Xiaodao can pat its chest and promise that it will never delay the plot. How can Xiaodao have the capital to delay the word count? Don't dare!

I'm done with saving the manuscript, and I'm going to continue coding, even more hurriedly. If there are any typos, the knife will slowly correct them!

In addition, the next few on the new book list are all Sanjiang this week. If you have votes, please support Xiaodao...