Chapter 1

Putting his painting into the roadside mailbox, Qin Guanglin raised his arm and looked at his watch. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon. He took two steps toward home, stood still, thought for a moment, turned and walked to the bus stop.

I have an appointment with a netizen in Shengtian square at 3 p.m. although I don't think it's reliable to meet a netizen of the opposite sex, since I have already made an appointment, it's better to wait there first than to arrive at the time.

There are few people on the bus at this time, only a few aunts and uncles. Qin Guanglin glanced at the carriage after casting money and went straight to the window seat at the back door. It's the most convenient place to get off.

With the start of the bus, his eyes turned out of the window, and he was curious and had no idea:

after only half a month's acquaintance with this netizen, they were already familiar with each other to the point of meeting offline, which can be said to be very congenial. He couldn't help guessing what kind of person they were in reality.

He knows that the difference between the Internet and reality is very big. It's very common to see death in the light. In addition, it's the other party who initiates the chat, and it's also the other party who proposes to meet. In addition to preparing for disappointment, he has to be on guard against immortal jump.

It took Qin Guanglin less than half an hour to get from the bus station near his home to Shengtian square, and it was only three minutes to two thirty. He got out of the car by the back door and waved his hand at the flying catkins, which were flying around like snowflakes in April. It was the most annoying.

He didn't agree on a specific location with the other party. He just talked about Shengtian square. Qin Guanglin looked around casually. Now he can't stand in the sun under the bus stop sign foolishly. He should go to the milk tea shop and wait for a while.

"Didong."

As soon as he took two steps, the mobile phone in his pocket rang and someone sent a message.

Take a look at the mobile phone, Qin Guanglin's step stopped, is that netizen in contact with him.

I'm here.

Woody: what a coincidence. I'm here, too.

What color do you wear?

They only know each other's age and gender, never exchange photos, and need to be identified by clothes.

He glanced up at the square again and typed down: light gray shirt, black pants, quite indistinguishable, what are you wearing?

Send.

At any glance in the square, you can see three or four men in grey clothes and black trousers. This color matching is too common.

"Hi, woody?"

After a few seconds, there was a clear and soft sound behind him.

Qin Guanglin turned to see a girl with long hair standing there, looking at him with her eyes raised.

"Lost to return?" He asked back, looking at the net friend secretly.

Her face was painted with light make-up. She was wearing a white long sleeve shirt with a button on the collar, slightly exposing her clavicle. She wore a pair of Capris and stepped on a pair of beige casual shoes.

"Yes, do you want to shake hands?" She smiles, still looking at Qin Guanglin's face, and doesn't care about anything else.

Willow catkins floated between them. Qin Guanglin looked at the bus stop behind her, shook his head and said, "it's not like this. Where did you come from?"

"Xc, from school." She took two steps forward and raised her chin to the other side of the square

Qin Guanglin nodded. It was mentioned in the chat before that she was studying in the University of Los Angeles and graduated immediately.

"My name is Qin Guanglin, and you?" He slowed down and walked slowly towards Shengtian square with her.

"My name doesn't matter." She turned around suddenly with her hands behind her back. She seemed to be in a good mood. Her eyes were bent: "nice to meet you, Qin Guanglin."

"Nice to meet you, too." Why don't Qin Guanglin just stare at him. It's different from what he thought Seems a little too smooth?

Aware of his eyes, why don't you give him a bright smile, turn around and go on: "thank you for accepting my invitation, I'll treat you to milk tea."

Thank you for being invited How can I thank you for that? Qin Guanglin followed in her footsteps, but he was not polite in this small matter. He just had a cup of milk tea.

All the way to the west gate of Shengtian square, why don't you stop and look around? He couldn't help saying: "the milk tea shop is in the East Gate You don't come often? "

"Ah They usually work in XC area, but they don't come here much. " Why not smile sheepishly, "let's go to the east gate."

The name of the milk tea shop is Qingju time. The decoration is simple. The front is very small, but the inside is very spacious. You can feel the cool feeling as soon as you enter.

"A glass of kumquat and lemon, less ice and sugar." Why don't you stand in front of the counter and don't look at the table of contents

After a pause, she turned her head and looked at Qin Guanglin: "what do you want?"

"Carrot juice."

After taking the ticket and finding a seat, Qin Guanglin was in a bit of a dilemma. Although he chatted on the Internet very well, most of them started the topic first. Now it's time to meet in reality. He doesn't know what to say and has no experience in this field."What have you been watching me do?" After a moment, Qin Guanglin opened his mouth.

No way, why don't you put your arms on the table and don't speak, just stare at him all the time.

"Meet you." Why not chuckle, but his eyes still stay on his face.

"You still know this?" Qin Guanglin also laughed. At this time, he took a serious look at her face. Although she was not a beautiful woman, she was beautiful and white, which made people feel comfortable at a glance.

a little blush made her look good, but there was a dark eye around her eyes. "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"I've been losing sleep lately." She replied, and heard a voice over the counter saying "ready.".

"I'll go." Qin Guanglin stood up, went to the bar and took the drink they ordered. As soon as he turned around, he saw why don't he look at him sideways, as if his sight had never left him.

Am I handsome?

Qin Guanglin some inexplicable, against what's wrong with the eyes will drink back, put the kumquat lemon in front of her, "no class today?"

No words, no words.

Why don't you lower your head and take a sip, then look up at him and say, "I'm going to graduate soon. I don't have many classes. Now I'm mainly preparing my thesis."

"Oh." Qin Guanglin nodded, "what major?"

"Literature."

"Very good."

"Yes." Why don't you bend your mouth and seem to be amused by the chat when he doesn't have anything to talk about? Already working? "

"I think so." He thought for a moment, "mainly to provide some clients with drawings, work to do, not idle, as a freelancer."

It's a job, isn't it? But it's very unstable, and it's not a serious job.

"It's like a blind date." She make complaints about it.

"What?" Qin Guanglin is still thinking about whether his solicitation is work or not.

"I said you were serious."

"Well Maybe you've been staring at me, which makes me a little nervous. "

It's a bit stiff indeed. I can't let it go.

He took a big sip of carrot juice, trying to relax himself a little bit. "What's the result of meeting me?"

"Good, perfect."

"XC" in "XC district" is Xicheng, and the two characters plus the district characters will automatically be harmonious into the first letter. Xicheng, I hope it won't affect reading