The Pentium Era - South to North

The carpet in the Hyatt Hotel room was very thick, and Wenwen fell from the window sill to the ground, but it was not serious. She laughed while lying on the carpet, spreading her arms and legs and cursing herself. The performance was bad, the performance was bad, it was really embarrassing.

Zhang Chen walked over and stretched out his hand. Wenwen grabbed his hand and Zhang Chen pulled her up from the ground.

It was starting to get dark outside, Wenwen said, let's go, I'll treat you to dinner.

Zhang Chen said he was annoyed and didn't want to go out, so he stayed in the room and asked for food.

"Look, I said I can't let you be as tired as an old dog." Wenwen scolded, "You haven't become an old dog yet, and you don't even want to eat. Let's go, let's go, I must treat you today." You, this is the first time I invite you to dinner."

Zhang Chen had no choice but to ask: "Where to go? The seafood buffet on the first floor is good."

"Go away, I don't want to eat at the buffet, go to Banana Leaf next door and let's eat Thai food."

Wenwen walked towards the closet as she spoke, muttering: "Damn, I still need to put on clothes. It would be great if I could just go out like this."

Zhang Chen smiled and said, "Okay, you can go out like this. Anyway, I'm not afraid of embarrassment."

"You're not afraid of me." Wenwen walked to the closet, turned around with a "huh" sound, and asked, "Is it true that I will no longer be your woman soon, so you don't care."

"Nonsense." Zhang Chen scolded.

"What nonsense? What man doesn't want his woman to be beautiful?"

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "You are beautiful like this."

"Then you want your woman to let others visit so many places. Are you a pervert?"

Wenwen asked, Zhang Chen stared at her, speechless, Wenwen laughed and said proudly:

"Did you see that you are no match for me in a quarrel? Let me tell you, that strong man in the past could be made angry with just one word from me. Forget it, I will be merciful and won't do anything harsh to you. .”

Wenwen got dressed, took her makeup bag, walked into the bathroom, and applied makeup carefully in front of the mirror.

Zhang Chen picked up the ashtray on the coffee table, walked to the window sill, put the ashtray on the window sill, and stood there looking outside to smoke.

After approaching the window, you can have a panoramic view of the Lakeside Road below, the French plane trees, the huge camphor trees, and the willow trees by the lake. The lights between the branches light up. When viewed from above, every tree seems to be transparent. , the green ones are greener, the yellow ones are more yellow, and between the yellow and green, there are crowds of people below.

The day has taken away the last light from the earth, and the next lights belong to night. On the lake, there are still a few boats floating slowly, with no direction, as if they can no longer be found. shore.

But at this time, the shore of the West Lake was in brilliant colors, and all the lights were on. The music of the musical fountain could not be heard, but the colorful water curtain could be seen, rising and falling rhythmically, and even the Gemstone Mountain in the distance. Under the illumination of the light, they all seemed to be transparent. The Baochu Tower stood upright in the light, looking a little silly.

Zhang Chen finished smoking a cigarette, and Wenwen had not yet put on her makeup. When he took out the second cigarette and was about to smoke, Wenwen had already walked out of the bathroom, glowing.

"How about it? It won't embarrass you if you go out, right?" Wenwen asked.

Zhang Chen quickly said no, she was so beautiful that I couldn't bear to break up with her.

Wenwen giggled and said, half seriously and half jokingly: "What a beautiful idea. Do you think you can break up if you want to break up? If you don't want to break up, you can't break up. I have already thought about it, so it's not up to you. I don't think so." Likes to drag things along."

Wenwen came over, took Zhang Chen's arm, and said to him, "Let's go."

The two people walked out the door. Wenwen and Zhang Chen said: "You are a bit of a mother-in-law sometimes. Otherwise, He Hongmei would have been taken down long ago, and we would be a little anxious watching from the side."

As she spoke, she looked at Zhang Chen and saw that he was not angry. Wenwen continued: "But luckily we didn't take it down, otherwise nothing would have happened to me, right?"

The two of them went downstairs, walked out of the hotel lobby, walked outside to Hubin Road, turned right, walked along Hubin Road, passed the Overseas Chinese Hotel, and turned right again at Changsheng Road. The first store they entered was Macao Doulao, and the second store It’s Banana Leaf Restaurant.

There is a big fake banyan tree at the entrance. Under the banyan tree is a seafood pool and an ordering counter. Wenwen told the waiter that she wanted the largest bread crab to make curry crab, and then ordered a stir-fried lobster and a grouper. After steaming black bean sauce, I sat down inside and ordered another charcoal-grilled pork neck, grilled squid, and green beans with shrimp paste in a dry pot.

Halfway through the meal, Thai chefs and waiters came out to sing and dance with ukuleles, coconut shell harps, Javanese flutes, Malay drums and tambourines. When Wenwen saw them, she immediately ran over and got in among them. , jumped from one end of the restaurant to the other, the customers applauded, and half of the applause was for Wenwen.

Wenwen was very proud. When she saw a table with children or old men and women, she stretched out her hands to pull them up and dance together. It was like this for more than half an hour, and then she was greeted by the collective applause of the Thai chef and waiters. Walk back.

Zhang Chen said to her, "You dance well. I thought you could only sing Shaoxing opera."

"Of course, I learned it all from that die-hard Qianqian." Wenwen said.

At around nine o'clock, the number of guests in the restaurant began to decrease one after another, and the two of them had finished eating. The waiter came to pay the bill and handed it to Zhang Chen. Just as Zhang Chen was about to take the card, Wenwen shouted:

"No buying!"

The waiter was startled and didn't know what was going on. Looking at her, Wenwen said, oh, I'm paying the bill, you can't accept his card.

The waiter laughed.

After eating so much, the two of them walked to the entrance of the Hyatt Hotel and didn't want to go in. Wenwen said to hang out some more, and Zhang Chen agreed.

The two of them continued walking forward until they reached a park. Zhang Chen saw that even though it was night, there were still people carrying picture folders on their backs, or holding picture clips on their chests and turning them sideways to use as drawing boards. They were painting people here. Zhang Chen thought to himself, it looks like The business he started back then is still alive and well.

Zhang Chen approached one of the painters and asked him, how much does it cost to paint a painting?

The other party said twenty yuan.

Zhang Chen took out a fifty sheet, pointed at Wenwen and said, "Draw a picture for her."

The other party agreed, Zhang Chen handed him the money and told him there was no need to look for it. The other party quickly said thank you, thank you boss.

He stuffed the money into his pocket, then put the painting folder on his back across his chest, clamped the lead drawing paper and prepared to start painting.

Zhang Chen told him, lend me your pen and picture folder.

The other party didn't know what was going on, but he still gave Zhang Chen the pen and the drawing folder in his hand. There was already a piece of lead drawing paper clipped on top of the drawing folder.

Zhang Chen and Wenwen said, how about I paint it for you?

Wenwen was overjoyed and stood up quickly.

Zhang Chen started painting quickly and finished a painting in a few minutes. The people watching on the side exclaimed, "It's so fast" and "The painting looks really like it."

The painter also praised: "Awesome."

Zhang Chen released the clip on the painting folder, took off the painting, and handed it to Wenwen. The painter looked at Zhang Chen from the side, remembered something, and shouted:

"Brother, are you the one who filmed "A Man's History of Oil Painting"?"

Zhang Chen smiled and asked without comment, "Where are you from?"

"American." said the painter.

Zhang Chen looked at him and said with a smile: "You guys from the National Academy of Sciences don't even wear your school badge when you come out now?"

Zhang Chen recalled that back then, the brothers from Zhejiang and the United States used the shining school badge on their chests to steal their business here.

The painter patted his thigh and said, "Here he is."

Zhang Chen looked down and saw a "China Academy of Art" school badge pinned to his jeans on his crotch.

Zhang Chen returned the brush and painting folder to him, patted his shoulder and said, Goodbye, buddy.

Wenwen held the rolled painting in one hand, put her other hand into Zhang Chen's arm, and the two of them walked towards the Hyatt Regency Hotel.

After entering the room, Wenwen couldn't wait to turn on all the lights in the room, and then spread the painting on the coffee table. As soon as she let go of her hand, the painting rolled up automatically. Wenwen took the tea cup lid and rolled the four corners. Suppress it, hold your hands in front of your chest, bite your thumb, and look at the painting with your head down.

After looking at it for a while, Wenwen asked: "Am I really that good-looking?"

Zhang Chen smiled and said: "Of course, I haven't heard what others are saying, the painting looks really similar."

Wenwen turned to look at Zhang Chen, pointed at the painting on the coffee table, and continued: "It's so beautiful, and you want to dump her, are you stupid?"

Zhang Chen nodded: "A little bit."

Wenwen sighed, walked over, patted Zhang Chen, and said to him: "Let's go take a shower. Our time is now counting down."

The two lingered in the bathroom for a long time and came out. When they got to the bed, Zhang Chen was already a little impatient. Wenwen opened her big eyes and looked at him blankly. Zhang Chen was surprised and asked, what's wrong with you?

"Do you think we should have a formal farewell ceremony?" Wenwen asked.

Zhang Chen couldn't hold it back and laughed. Wenwen giggled and turned around to hug Zhang Chen. As soon as their bodies came into contact, they both felt itchy and immediately separated with laughter. Wenwen thought Get up, she rolled out of bed and shouted, the show is about to begin.

She walked to the window, opened the curtains with a swipe, and shouted outside: "Everyone comes to see, everyone comes to see."

She turned around, walked back, and fell on the bed. Zhang Chen stretched out his hand and hugged her when Wenwen's cell phone suddenly rang on the bedside table, and Qianqian's voice called:

"Die, damn, where are you? Hurry up and answer the phone. Hurry up and answer the phone..."

Zhang Chen laughed loudly. Wenwen reached for the phone and pressed the answer button. Qianqian's voice came out on the phone:

"Die, where are you? Are you hanging out with Mr. Zhang?"

"Yes, we are meeting each other frankly. Do you want to come?" Wenwen asked, "If you want to come, I will not squeeze him dry and let him leave some strength for you."

"Go away, you are not serious, where are you?" Qianqian scolded.

"Didn't I tell you, Mr. Zhang and I are together, we are in room 502 of the Hyatt Regency Hotel." Wenwen said, "Die, come or not, this room is quite high-end, you can see the West Lake, and you can also see Baochu tower……"

"Go away, you idiot!" Qianqian cursed and hung up the phone.

Zhang Chen had been holding it in, but now he couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

Wenwen also smiled and said: "You laugh, you laugh, you continue to laugh. If this die-hard still doesn't believe it, I'll let her listen to your laughter."

Wenwen said that she really wanted to dial the phone. Zhang Chen waved his right hand and put the phone on the carpet. With a pull of his left hand, Wenwen fell on the bed. The corner of her mouth was still grinning. Zhang Chen saw that she There were tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

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