My mother's hobbies are garden cats and dogs and...since she considers giving Benben to her, Duan Feifan probably can't bear to leave.

There are five and a half floors in the mall. When Jiang Kuo turned to the third floor, he stopped: "I'm hungry."

"Free afternoon tea?" Duan Feifan asked.

"He was so stuffy," Jiang Kuo pinched his eyebrows, "Go out to find a store and ask me."

"." Duan Feifan was very happy.

Jiang Kuo’s imagination of afternoon tea is coffee or tea, and another set of snacks.

But Duan Feifan took him to the square opposite the mall, with two floors of small foreign buildings, each with small shops, and everything sold.

Jiang Kuo followed the stairs behind to the second floor and sat down at a small table in the corridor of a store.

A long corridor is lined with tables from various shops neatly. The sunlight can just fill the tables, which is quite comfortable.

There were many people, and almost everyone at every table. When they came over, a young couple behind him were anxious to push them away and grab the seat first.

Xi Duan Feifan had eyes on the back of his head, and he took off his hat and threw it onto the chair.

"How do you have to grab it..." Jiang Kuo said.

"There are more people at night, and all the stalls and performing arts have come out, and there are bands and dance troupes," Duan Feifan said. "They are all young people. In the past, people called Love Street."

"Ah." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"...just say it," Duan Feifan whispered, "it's mainly delicious and fun."

I don’t know what’s fun, but delicious food is different from the afternoon tea that Jiang Kuo understands.

"What taste?" the waiter girl came over and asked.

"Banana, beef, durian," Duan Feifan said, "two teas."

Jiang Kuoshi noticed that it was a flying cake shop. On the shop on their right, a master was spreading his wings and throwing the cakes.

Flying cakes with tea.

Very chic afternoon tea.

The things Duan Feifan ordered were quickly brought over and placed on the small table.

Jiang Kuo took out his cell phone, adjusted the position of the plate and tea cup, took a few photos, and then raised the camera slightly.

"Eat one piece." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan wiped his hands with a wet wipe, picked up a piece and put it to his mouth: "So?"

"Bite." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan took a bite and pressed the shutter.

"I'll post a message to your friends." Jiang Kuo lowered his head and picked up the filter.

"The afternoon tea of ​​the United Branch of Single Men's Self-Help Association 107119," said Duan Feifan.

Jiang Kuo nodded with a smile: "Good copywriting."

The flying cake tastes average, and the normal range of street snacks, but the environment is very unique.

The waiter took a small heater and put it under their table. The sun above was small, and he was a little lazy.

Their small table is right next to the railing of the corridor. On the right, you can see the busy people in the shop. On the left is the bustling crowd downstairs. The vocals and music are in the intersection of the sun, complex and warm.

"What kind of store is that?" Jiang Kuo pointed to a small shop with a very retro decoration below.

"Conceptually, it is the old goods bought everywhere." Duan Feifan said.

"Conceptually?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Some are old goods, but there are definitely many that just look like it," Duan Feifan said.

"Why are you suddenly not romantic?" Jiang Kuo tskated, "You just think it's a real thrift shop with many things from the past, one car is hanging, and one photo album..."

"In theory, I can't give the opportunity to thrift shops," Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him: "I'm the same, just give an example."

Duan Feifan smiled and took the teacup and clinked it with his cup: "Happy last day of this year."

"Happy." Jiang Kuo picked up the cup and took a sip.

There was someone singing on the other end of the corridor, and he walked slowly along the way with the guitar in his arms.

"Can you order sing?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Well," Duan Feifan nodded, "Why, do you want to order?"

"I don't know, it's quite interesting." Jiang Kuo said.

"Then you don't order me to sing," Duan Feifan said, "I sing better than him."

Jiang Kuo looked at him: "Can you play guitar?"

"No." Duan Feifan said.

"That's the man is playing and singing," said Jiang Kuo, "You're not a high price."

"I can play the accordion," Duan Feifan said with a smile, "My uncle plays very well, I learned it from him."

"Really?" Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows and said, "I can't tell, so I'll make an appointment?"

"Pay the deposit." Duan Feifan took out his mobile phone and clicked on the collection code and handed it to him, and Yun Liushui completed it in one go.

Jiang Kuo scanned the code and paid ten yuan.

"How much does it cost?" he asked.

"Two hundred." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo looked up at him and couldn't help but laugh: "Your uncle."

"You can't choose any of them," Duan Feifan said while eating, "I know only those songs, you can only order them within the range."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo was still laughing.

Yu Guang felt someone coming over, his posture was a bit strange.

He glanced behind Duan Feifan and found a girl with a drawing board on her back tiptoeing over. After finding his gaze, the girl raised her finger and made a "shhhh" gesture, and then pointed at Duan Feifan again.

What's the meaning?

What are you doing?

Do you know Duan Feifan?

Then do you know me?

Do I know you? I want to cooperate with you?

Just when Jiang Kuo refused to cooperate and was about to remind Duan Feifan that there was someone behind him, the girl jumped and rushed behind Duan Feifan, reaching out to cover his eyes.

"Oh." Duan Feifan was startled and raised his hand to grab the girl's hand and wanted to pull it away.

The girl hugged his head and didn't let go: "Duan Feifan! Guess who I am?"

Really know each other.

Jiang Kuo leaned back and looked at them with his arms.

"I can't guess," Duan Feifan let go of his hand after hearing that it was a girl, and flicked his fingers on the back of her hand, "You've snatched your eyes off."

Thank you for letting go.

His eyes made you snatch it off.

Jiang Kuo sighed.

"Guess any one," the girl said.

"Lu Meng." Duan Feifan said.

"Awesome!" The girl happily let go of her hand, bent down and tilted her head, looking at him, "You can guess that it's me!"

That means you can pick your eyes, girl.

Jiang Kuo turned his head.

"It's almost as good as me. I'll recognize you from the back of your head." Lu Meng took off the drawing board with her back and leaned against the table, and then took off a cross-body...the folding chair.

She opened the chair and sat next to the table.

Jiang Kuo couldn't help but look at her.

"Hello," Lu Meng stretched out his hand, "My name is Lu Meng, Duan Feifan's junior high school classmate."

Jiang Kuo felt that the university he went to was really a good school, and he could transform him so gently. He would not turn his head around when he was planting non-partners who suddenly popped up at dinner parties, let alone shake hands.

He reached out and shook Lu Meng.

"My college classmate," Duan Feifan introduced Lu Meng, "Jiang Kuo."

"It's great," Lu Meng said with a smile, "I don't have any college classmates anymore."
To be continued...