On a spring afternoon, the streets of Baicheng are full of Baroque-style buildings. A bicycle is parked in front of a cafe.
"You ride so fast, you scare me to death."
"Didn't I ask you to hold me tight?"
"Isn't the hug tight enough? You're riding me so hard that you're almost flying!"
The young couple got out of the car and whispered to each other. The man parked his bicycle and coaxed the angry little wife in a low voice.
The door of the coffee shop was opened from the inside, but the owner had an oriental face. He looked surprised when he saw the visitor.
"Li Han?"
Song Xiang was complaining about Yan Han. When his boss called him, he immediately stopped his temper and stood up quickly.
Yan Han couldn't help laughing when he saw her little movements.
He led her forward and fist-checked with the boss with one hand, "Senior, long time no see."
"No, I almost thought I was dazzled just now."
The man with a big beard said hello to Yan Han and immediately looked at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang smoothed her hair away from her face and walked forward, "Hello."
The man was even more surprised, his eyes were questioningly cold.
Yan Han introduced generously: "My wife, Rong Yi."
"Quick, quick, let's go in first."
The man was so shocked that he took off his cotton hat, exposed his bare head, and rubbed it twice, "I heard you were getting married before, and I thought it was a rumor. I didn't expect it to be true."
Song Xiang raised the corners of his lips, took Yan Han's hand, and walked into the coffee shop. There was a melodious sound of wind chimes, and the sun was abundant and warm, making people feel soft in their hearts.
Yan Han told her that the man's name was Ethan, that he was his direct senior and one of the few friends he had in Baicheng at that time.
Song Xiang looked at the other party. Although he was heroic, there was a sense of "story" surrounding him.
"Use slowly."
Ethan served them coffee and gave Song Xiang a piece of cake. He winked at her and said, "The cake is not sweet, so you can eat it with confidence."
Song Xiang nodded, "Thank you, senior."
Yan Han heard her call smoothly and pursed his lips without leaving any trace. As soon as Ethan left, he heard Song Xiang speak.
"His bald head is super cool, and he also has a beard, so he needs to take care of it every day, right?"
She held her chin with one hand, and her eyes showed longing.
Turning his head, he found that Yan Han had also turned his head, facing the shadow in the glass.
"What are you doing?"
Yan Han looked at himself in the mirror seriously, "Let's see if my head shape is suitable for shaving my head."
Song Xiang: "..."
She burst out laughing and reached out to pat him, "Are you going to laugh me to death?"
Yan Han turned around and said quietly: "Don't you think bald heads are cool?"
Song Xiang hugged his arm and laughed so hard that her shoulders shook slightly.
Yan Han lowered his head and touched her forehead. Just as he was about to speak, he saw her glance in Ethan's direction. He clicked his tongue and immediately stretched out his hand to pull her head away.
"Still watching?"
Song Xiang was just teasing him, so she laughed more and more uncontrollably, kissed his chin, and talked to him intermittently.
Yan Han took out his hand, hugged her with one hand, and blocked her sight with the other hand, "How dare you look at the resident singer at the lakeside bar last night!"
"Huh? No!"
"Look, you looked at it several times!"
The two of them were talking as if no one was around, and suddenly heard a click.
At the same time, he looked up and saw Ethan pointing a Polaroid at them, and a photo was slowly coming out.
"Hey, I will no longer believe in the apprentices set up by the cold-faced man Li Bingshan. Both of them are just pretending."