Vengeful Angel：Looper's lover

At that time, song Zhiran carefully looked up and down at the French red wine baked snails on the plate. What he saw was a strange container. It was a dark brown wooden container, like a big spoon. It had a handle and could be held by hand. There were five or six deep circular pits in the middle. It looked very lovely, It makes people feel very happy. In this hollow round pit, there are small snails with their hard shells peeled off. This kind of shape really makes people misunderstand that this is a dessert, not a main course. Song Zhiran could see that the soft and boneless body of a snail was gradually dyed in the thick soup, which made people feel so fuzzy. It was covered with a small piece of Lentinus edodes, which seemed to be the finishing touch, just like the lotus leaf in ink painting, Round, clear meridians, but people feel a little bit of fun, in this meal. Such memories make song Zhiran feel very beautiful. It seems that the past, after all, is a beauty that can't be grasped. He wants to keep it, but finds that only time is the most unforgettable.

"It didn't take long. I don't go to work. I think you are busy, so I don't see you anymore."

Wu Qingluo said coldly. There was no expression on her face. It seemed that such a thing had no reason at all. It was just a statement of general things. This was the fact. Wu Qingluo just wanted to tell the truth. There was nothing wrong with it.

"Indeed, I'm a little busy these days, and you don't mind."

Song Zhiran's hands were still crossed and put on his knees. He didn't take it out and put it on the table. He just sat upright and upright.

"Of course I don't mind."

What can you mind? If you can, at this moment, Wu Qingluo doesn't want to sit here. All this is disgusting. This woman used to be her best friend, but now, it's completely gone bad. Some things are just like a blank body.

"Your latte, miss."

At this time, the waiter has already brewed a latte with a perfect Christmas tree flower on it. The barista in this five-star hotel is extraordinary. Even the flower can make a three-dimensional 3D effect, which makes Wu Qingluo feel very magical. It seems that as long as he has money, nothing can't be bought.

"I'll have a Formosa plastic steak, a foie gras salad, a chocolate lava, a rose syrup, and a snails baked in French red wine."

Wu Qingluo looked through the menu, page by page, and then said to the waiter on one side, at this time, Wu Qingluo really wants to eat, as if there is a feeling of emptiness in her stomach. She just wants to fill her inner uneasiness and all her emotions with food at this moment, which is also a kind of release, As if everything is to be able to do according to their own pace, not because of some people and certain things, once again let themselves live in an irreversible tragedy.

"Yes, just a moment, please."

The service of a five-star hotel is good. It seems that there is always a feeling that you are God. This is something that ordinary people can't feel. Money is really a good thing. It's always so refreshing to spend. However, some money is better to own. Wu Qingluo also knows that spending his own money is more confident.

"Do you like snails baked in French red wine, too?" Song Zhiran is very curious, the original taste of the two people is so the same. Wu Qingluo didn't know when she fell in love with this dish, but when she tasted it, she felt very fond of it. Although at the beginning, the taste of snails baked in French red wine was a little lighter, and although there was enough salt and the smell of mushrooms, it still seemed that it didn't help until she ate the fifth one, Wu Qingluo just realized the unique flavor, which is different from that of seafood. It's very interesting. It's like a kind of peculiar fishy smell of small animals mixed in the light, but it's not annoying. It's light and sweet. It doesn't have that greasy feeling. It looks very good, I always feel that there is a sense of noble and exquisite color, fragrance and completeness. It is the use of sweet wine to cook hard, and when the red wine is used to bait snails, it seems that all the taste and essence of the red wine are absorbed into the body of the snail, but there is not a bit of wine in the meat. It is very strange, but after eating a plate, it always makes Wu Qing have a delusion of being drunk. Maybe it's the performance that everyone is drunk when they are not drunk.

"Yes, I've loved it for a long time. It's a very special French dish. Maybe many people don't like it, but I like it. You know, this kind of dish should be matched with a long, beautiful red wine with peach blossom and blood weeping style. The golden brandy makes this dish more exotic, Even simple Baijiu or sake, as long as it is different from white water, whether it is light or strong, seems to be able to mobilize the taste of this person, as if at once let his taste move, such a wine, under his mouth, perhaps the snail meat is sweet and delicious.

When Wu Qingluo talked about this dish, he seemed to have some endless rhythm, as if everything was just a simple statement, but he didn't know that it already had the concept and level of a food critic.

This is the dish that Wu Qingluo likes to eat. It seems that Wu Qingluo's mood is not so bad when he talks about the dishes, but this is another story in Song Zhiran's eyes.

Wu Qingluo likes what he likes, and he likes it too. It's not just one person's problem. Even a dish, two people can like it at the same time. It's a co production or... Song Zhiran doesn't know. It's just that such scenes are too embarrassing. There's nothing to explain why they have the same taste. Maybe it's a good thing and a bad thing.

To like the same man is doomed to be a tragedy. Besides, being two good sisters is not worth showing off at all. Love always needs uniqueness, not showing off and possession. This view is not everyone can understand, but after some things, it seems to be a complete epiphany.

All of a sudden, there was silence, as if this situation had happened here, and some just needed to face it.

In fact, Wu Qingluo and song Zhiran both know what they want to write in each other's hearts. They just need an opportunity, an opportunity to burst out.

"Here's Formosa plastic steak, foie gras salad, chocolate lava, rose syrup, and snails baked in French red wine."

The waiter put the dishes on the table one by one, and then reported the names of the dishes. It was very considerate and thoughtful. It seemed that he could understand that it was just a kind of work.

"Miss Song, here's your snails baked in French red wine, and your filet mignon, medium rare with vanilla sauce."

The waiters serve song Zhiran again. It seems that they know song Zhiran very well. Maybe song Zhiran is a familiar customer here, but Wu Qingluo is not. So the waiters only know song Zhiran, but not Wu Qingluo.

"Yes, thank you."

Song Zhiran replied politely and gave the waiter a friendly smile.

Snails baked in French red wine are so gorgeous that the appetites of Wu Qingluo and song Zhiran are opening up. It seems that it is possible for one person to swallow a whole pig now. The delicate and soft taste, as if intentionally or not, creates a subtle ecstatic feeling. Such a long-term * * seems to stay on the tip of his tongue at this moment, which is a kind of intoxicating feeling. It makes people feel as if they want to close their eyes and slowly aftertaste. The French red wine baked snail is also decorated with a few pink peach petals, It seems to be a beautiful embellishment. In an instant, there is the illusion of flowery wine, as if the wind and moon are endless.

Wu Qingluo buried himself in eating. You know, after walking all day today, he really didn't eat anything, because he was so preoccupied with looking for someone that he didn't have any mind to think whether he was hungry or not. However, once he was free, he also understood his simple physiological needs. If he was hungry, he had to be full.

But in the face of such a meal, no matter how hungry Wu Qingluo is, he can't gobble it down. Perhaps, this is a person's sorrow. What he should do in what position is right. Only when he agrees with his own identity is right. Some things need to be imprisoned forever. Being framed in a series of rules, he can never jump out, Wu Qing feels tired for the first time in the past few years. With Lin Minjia, all she sees are celebrities of the upper class. What she needs is to pretend to be a celebrity of the upper class. Otherwise, standing with Lin Minjia, she will always feel an endless sense of inferiority, Perhaps over the years, Lin Minjia has been completely mythical in Wu Qingluo's mind. She is not grounded at all. What she needs now is not the expensive high-grade steak and exquisite desserts, but a big bowl of steaming spicy hot water full of market atmosphere. What she wants to eat, what she cooks, and what she wants. She has no control at all.

At last, Wu Qingluo had a good time. He saw song Zhiran raise his hand, and then he began to eat the food in front of him gracefully. Suddenly, his hands let Wu Qingluo keep an eye on it. The dazzling light was so familiar. Why, at this moment, it seemed that song Zhiran had a heartache, the ring on his ring finger, It's Miss Jingqiao's work produced by Liufu jewelry. Why is such a ring in Song Zhiran's hand? Why does Lin Minjia not give it to himself, but give it to another woman? This global limited edition. Lin Minjia can't help but understand how important this ring is to Wu Qingluo. Why is that so.

Song Zhiran ate with great care, but in Wu Qingluo's eyes, how despicable the woman was. This kind of behavior was just to stimulate Wu Qingluo. Sometimes, without saying anything, she felt bloody, as if there was a sharp bayonet without hesitation, In this way, it was very direct and neat, and there was no room for negotiation. Song Zhiran didn't see Wu Qingluo, and he didn't know what was going on at this moment. Suddenly, he felt guilty in his heart. It's true that some things can't be forced, but when happiness comes to his lips, why should he give up? Over the years, song Zhiran also knows that he has suffered a lot.

"I know. You understand."

Song Zhiran did not look up and quietly enjoyed the wonderful dinner.

"Understand? I still use it. Do you understand? I feel sick. "

Wu Qingluo knows that he always likes to be direct. It may be better to say something early in the morning. But now, it's really sad to have to go to such a stage.

"I know, up to now, no one wants to. It's just... Don't you understand? I've been..." Song Zhiran wanted to explain, but Wu Qingluo interrupted him: "you don't have to say anything. I don't want to participate in your affairs. Goodbye."

With that, Wu Qingluo stood up and left without looking back. The distance between Song Zhiran and Wu Qingluo could not be shortened in any case. Time seemed to have the effect of shifting axis, as if it could penetrate all barriers.

Time has become so slow, Wu Qingluo also understand, at that moment, how heartache, Lin Minjia destroyed all his self-esteem, not just to be with others, to help them.

Out of the Long Island Hotel, the sky is still raining, as if the light of street lamps have become so dazzling, as if nothing is warm, cold liquid from the sky, like a sword through.

This is a hopeless City, reinforced concrete will be all wrapped up, as if the lack of warm and cold in the world, there is only one kind of temperature, that is, the cold after the cold.

All the pedestrians are like zombies. They seem to have no smile and no temperature. They blend into such a cold world. Wu Qingluo looks at all this and is so desperate. The rain has wet her hair and the temperature drops suddenly. It's just that she doesn't have the softness in her heart to get colder, It's like I can't come back at all.