Christmas was approaching, so Qin Guan had been very nervous these days. His roommates didn't understand why he was so nervous.
It was a cloudy Friday, Christmas Day, December 25th.
It was an inexplicable foreign holiday. The only sign of it was a Christmas tree in a shopping mall. Why are you so excited?
Qin Guan thought to himself as he brushed his teeth in front of the mirror. I can't tell you that my boyfriend will break up if I don't invite him to dinner at Christmas.
Qin Guan rinsed his mouth and looked around. No one was looking at him, so he put his hands on his face and let out a breath. His breath was fresh and smelled of mint. Everything was ready except for Cong Nianwei.
The two of them had already arranged a time to meet on the phone. They planned to have dinner together on Christmas night. They had also decided on the location: Contemporary Square, North Third Ring Road.
It was six o 'clock in the evening. It was a bit gloomy, but that didn't affect Qin Guan's good mood. There was a tall, shiny Christmas tree in front of the square, giving it a festive atmosphere.
As night fell, the square was illuminated by colorful lights. People passing by the tree stopped to look at it from time to time.
At that time, Christmas was a fashionable holiday. The bourgeoisie would date and drink tea on that day, while the laboring masses would do whatever they were supposed to do.
There were no overwhelming advertisements, and there were no ubiquitous business promotions, which made this Christmas extremely suitable.
Cong Nianwei saw the scene when she arrived at the entrance of the Contemporary Square.
A tall boy dressed in a slim, thin coat, straight black slacks, and shiny black leather shoes were looking around with a bouquet of beautiful roses in his hand. He seemed to be daydreaming under everyone's gazes.
Cong Nianwei looked at Qin Guan, who was dressed very handsomely that day, and burst into laughter.
Qin Guan was looking around when he saw Cong Nianwei walking towards him. He was so excited that he forgot about the flowers in his hand. He raised his arms and waved them around.
The petals of the rose kept falling as Qin Guan waved it vigorously. Stunned, Qin Guan took down the bouquet and examined it.
Cong Nianwei walked up to him and smiled. Pointing to the flowers in his hand, she asked, "Are these for me?"
"Yes!" Qin Guan was fascinated by her smile. He handed the flowers to her and said in a low voice, "Merry Christmas."
Cong Nianwei sniffed the bouquet and said, "Thank you. I like it very much. Comrade Qin, what's next?"
Qin Guan beamed with joy. "Of course we're going to have a meal, and a good one at that."
They crossed the road diagonally and reached a street near the Beijing Institute of Technology.
T.G.I. Friday's was a famous western restaurant suitable for young people. The dining atmosphere was very casual and casual. They pushed the door open and told each other their numbers. Qin Guan led Cong Nianwei to a table and sat down.
After the two of them sat down, the waiter from Friday's came over and handed them the menu, waiting for them to order.
Cong Nianwei looked at the menu in confusion. She looked up at Qin Guan and asked, "Are you familiar with this restaurant? What's good here? "
Qin Guan looked up from the menu and said, "There are some famous dishes here. Would you like to try them?"
Cong Nianwei nodded in agreement. Qin Guan snapped his fingers at the waiter, who ran over. He was wearing more than 20 accessories and squatted down with a jingling sound.
Yes, he squatted down. Squatting down was one of the characteristics of Friday's. The waiter would lead the way with his body language. For example, he would squat down beside the customers or help them order at the table. All of this implied that there was no need to sit still.
Qin Guan didn't hesitate. He told the waiter a list of dishes.
BuffaloWings (New York Spicy Chicken Wings)
Baby Back Ribs (pork ribs), one serving
Fajitas: a Mexican staple of guacamole, cheese, soft cheese, tomatillo sauce, jalapeño sauce, and special quesadillas.
Caesar salad (Chicken Caesar salad)
"Cong Nianwei, would you like some soup or drink? Would you like some soup? " Qin Guan showed his teeth to Cong Nianwei with the menu in his hand. He pointed at the bar next to the table, where the waiter was making fancy cocktails.
Cong Nianwei looked at the menu and said, "Long Island Iced Tea, please."
Qin Guan was happy to find that the iced tea contained alcohol. He ordered two cups of iced tea and some baked potato skins.
Soothing American country music was playing in the restaurant, and the bartender at the bar was making all kinds of cocktails at the request of the customers.
Cong Nianwei pulled her chair closer to the table and rested her chin on her hands, listening to the slow music and enjoying the leisurely time.
Qin Guan was very satisfied with his performance that day. The flowers had been delivered! The dinner had been finished! It was a good start for him to prepare for later.
The dishes were served very quickly at Friday's, and the two of them ate freely and freely. There were no rules and regulations in a formal western restaurant. They ate freely and wantonly. No one would laugh at them for not knowing the rules even if they grabbed the pork ribs with their hands.
After eating and drinking to their heart's content, they listened to a song in the restaurant and stood up to pay the bill.
Cong Nianwei was waiting for Qin Guan at the door. She asked, "What's next?"
Qin Guan stammered, "Yes, I'm full. Shall we take a walk?" As soon as he said that, Qin Guan wanted to slap himself. You're too full! You're a nerd!
Cong Nianwei burst into laughter. She was really happy to be with Qin Guan. She nodded to Qin Guan and waved the rose. "Let's go. I'm full too."
Qin Guan followed Cong Nianwei and slapped his own face. He had planned to take Cong Nianwei shopping in the contemporary era and buy her a fluffy sheep. He would take advantage of Cong Nianwei's happiness to express his love to her.
Now, this idiotic conversation was spoken by him again.
As Qin Guan was walking, he heard Cong Nianwei open the door and exclaim, "It's snowing!"
Qin Guan hurried out of the door and saw the heavy snow outside.
It must have been snowing for a while. The sky seemed to be pouring down, and snowflakes piled up on the ground.
There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. Qin Guan took a step forward and his shoes sank into the snow. The layer was over his shoes.
They were no longer in the mood to stroll around. It seemed that the snow would get heavier.
Qin Guan held out his hand to Cong Nianwei and said, "The snow is heavy. Follow my steps and hold on to me. Don't fall."
Cong Nianwei was stunned. She pursed her lips and smiled. "Okay, hold on to me."
Qin Guan led Cong Nianwei across the road carefully. When they arrived at the bus stop, he realized something. He and Cong Nianwei were holding hands.
Qin Guan's palms were sweating at the thought. Thank God! Thank the Snow God! I'll burn three sticks of incense for you later!
Qin Guan didn't care anymore. He didn't let go of her at the bus stop. He pretended to watch the bus. Cong Nianwei pulled him gently, but he didn't budge. She glanced at Qin Guan and let him be.
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