I Love My Sweet Neighbor

Mu Qingtian was shocked. He had forgotten what the waitress had just said.

"What? What fruit platter?" He asked with his eyes wide open.

The waitress said, "Have you forgotten? I just said that. The name of our restaurant came from a poem, and you answered it."

"Have you been through the sea before?"

"That's right. Congratulations, you got it right."

Mu Qingtian smiled and touched his head, "It's okay. That's the only poem I remember in my head. It was taught by my girlfriend before. By the way, do you know what this poem means?"

The waitress said, "Of course I know. It means that what used to be is beautiful, and only when you lose it will you know how valuable it is. Therefore, we should cherish the present, not let the good become memories, and then regret it. That's what our boss said."

"Your boss... Is weird. Why didn't I know he had so many literary and artistic talents?"

The waitress's eyes lit up, "Do you know our boss?"

"I've known him since he was born." Mu Qingtian didn't want to talk to the waitress anymore. "Go get your boss and tell him his brother is here."

The waitress's eyes brightened even more.

"You are the boss's brother - then you are Mu Qingtian Muzongcai. It's so nice of you to come to our little shop. It's an honor."

Mu Qingtian raised his eyes and glanced at the waitress. She looked like she was only twenty years old, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old, and she spoke with a cute and well-mannered voice. She even knew who Mu Qiaoyang's brother was.

Mu Qingtian nodded, "Yes, I'm Mu Qingtian. You know a lot, but I remember that your boss is not a talkative person."

"The boss doesn't like to talk. But as an employee, I have to know who the boss is. Okay, I'll call the boss."

The waitress was just about to leave when Mu Qingtian added.

"Remember to serve me a few dishes, a little wine, or a white beer."

The waitress agreed and ran away happily.

Not long after, Mu Qiaoyang appeared in front of Mu Qingtian. When he arrived at the same time, there were a few home-cooked dishes, a bottle of white wine and two bottles of beer.

Mu Qingtian picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth. He put another glass of white wine in it and tried to pour it into his mouth. Mu Qiaoyang suddenly held Mu Qingtian's hand.

"Brother, stop drinking. The smell of alcohol in your mouth hasn't dissipated yet."

The smell of alcohol in his mouth was from last night. He had drunk a lot last night, and even now, the taste of alcohol in his mouth had not dissipated.

Mu Qingtian ignored his brother's advice and slapped his hand, continuing to pour white wine into his mouth. He insisted on drinking, and Mu Qiaoyang had no choice.

Mu Qiaoyang couldn't persuade Qingtian, so he pointed to the dishes on the table, "Brother, you should eat more. If you want to drink, I'll drink with you."

He also poured himself a drink and also poured it into his stomach. Mu Qingtian's alcohol tolerance was poor, and Mu Qiaoyang's was even worse. The moment he swallowed the white wine, he even frowned.

Mu Qingtian suddenly laughed. He reached out and patted Mu Qiaoyang on the shoulder.

"You are the same."

Mu Qiaoyang smiled too.

"Yeah, I don't think I've changed at all."

After that, the two of them fell silent again.

The waitress who had just led Mu Qingtian in walked past the door of the cubicle and glanced inside. This girl is very clever.

"Was this girl a waiter just now?"

"Yes. It's a part-time job. It's called Ke Ke."

"Adorable?"

"Yeah. It's adorable."

"The name matches the person. It's very cute." Mu Qingtian said calmly as he picked up a chopstick of shredded fish and put it in his mouth.

There was another silence between them.

Mu Qingtian suddenly found another topic, "Are you a sichuan restaurant? The same shop you opened abroad?"

"Not exactly. Most of them were home-cooked. After all, the people who came here not only for dinner, but also to reminisce about the lost time."

"There's someone else." Mu Qingtian was quick to point out this point. "After all, it has been through a lot."

Mu Qiaoyang smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, there are others. I can't hide this from you."

Mu Qingtian had just eaten shredded fish, and now his mouth was a little spicy. He quickly took a sip of wine and pressed it down, "I can't hide it. I don't know many poems, and you don't know many. This is the only sentence we both know. Because this poem was taught by the same person."

"It's Long Yue." Mu Qiaoyang stopped playing charades. "It was when Long Yue was in high school that she said she liked this poem, especially this one. I was there when she told you, but I remembered."

A bitter smile appeared on Mu Qiaoyang's face.

"Yeah. That's what happened. I don't remember it very clearly either. As soon as you say it, I remember it too."

Mu Qingtian filled himself with wine, and at the same time, filled Qiao Yang's cup, pressed it on the table, and slowly pushed it over.

"Come on. Have a drink. Cheers."

The two of them raised their glasses, clinked together, and then downed them in one gulp.

Mu Qingtian took two more mouthfuls of food, swallowed it, and pressed the wine down hard.

"What should I say? Qiao Yang, it's been a long time since we sat down and talked."

"A long time." Mu Qiaoyang shook his head, blushed, and smiled bitterly. "Brother, you were just praising my brain. I can't remember now. How many years have we not talked like this together? I really can't remember."

He waved his hand, and as a result, the glass on the table hit the ground. With a crack, it broke into pieces.

Neither of them moved.

Mu Qingtian said, "It's been a long time."

Mu Qingtian paused for a moment, then the conversation changed.

"I'm sorry, Qiao Yang. I've neglected you since I was a child. I thought you were smart, independent, and didn't need my attention. So..."

"Nothing. Others need you more than I do. Like Mu Huanjiang. Like Long Yue. And Willow. You are our big brother. Everyone will come to you if anything happens. I was a little angry. After that, I figured it out. I don't need my brother's help. I can handle all kinds of problems on my own."

"Yes, you are really good at living on your own. You have an idea in your heart. Besides, I never discuss it with anyone, just like Long Yue..."

As he spoke, he mentioned Long Yue.

Mu Qiaoyang's face became more serious, "Brother, do you hate me?"

"Hate? No." Mu Qingtian shook his head as hard as he could. He was a little drunk now. It was impossible to get drunk at first. But it was added up with the wine that had not been consumed in time last night. I feel terrible.

"Don't you really hate me? I took your fiancee away."

Mu Qiaoyang went on to clarify.

Mu Qingtian chuckled and patted his shoulder, which he did not have.

"How could I hate you? In this world, I hate no one but you. You are my family. All my life. Don't worry. I won't hate you."

Mu Qingtian glanced at the word "Sea."

Mu Qingtian said, "I actually had a question the moment I came in. Your name is canghai. The sea that has been through the sea. To you, who is canghai?"