Song Baojun was stunned and said, "Okay, I also think the title of senior brother and sister is strange."

Mai Xuanlin hurriedly shouted hard: "Brother!"

"Well?"

Mai Xuanlin blushed and stuttered: "I, I was specially recruited by the college in the countryside of Lulu City. She, they usually look down on me. I, I always hoped that there would be an older brother. Just now, just now... no, don't laugh at me, I really want to call you brother."

Song Baojun can fully understand this mentality. Anyone who is helpless when he is isolated and helpless will be ten times stronger than usual. Seeing that the little girl is too nervous, he smiled and said, "Brother will protect you."

"Well, brother, I'll pour you a glass of water." Mai Xuanlin immediately walked to the water dispenser, took out the paper cup and poured a glass of water. When she sent it over, she sprinkled a small half on her body because of excitement.

Song Baojun thought that his girl could be so well-behaved, and asked, "Where is your home in Lulu City?"

"Cangyou County, have you heard of it?"

Song Baojun was about to say he didn't know, but the philosophical personality in his mind immediately played a role and said, "Oh, Luluzhu City has the most economic backward county, with a population of 420,000 and an annual per capita income of less than 5,000 yuan, which is not as good as many western regions. However, the geographical location is quite good. You can consider building a highway directly to Huxi Province, connecting Luluzhu City and Kuansha City, becoming an important transportation route, and driving the economic development of the whole county."

The little girl forced a smile: "Brother knows so much." In fact, she was also very inferior to her "the county with the most economic backward economy in Luluzhu City".

Song Baojun felt that this was not appropriate to the little girl, and secretly scolded the "showing" attributes of the philosophical personality, and smiled and said, "You study hard with Teacher Tu, and you will become famous when you grow up and make money in the future, and you can also repay your hometown. No one can choose your own origins, but he can change his future. Well, you stay here to cultivate emotions, don't mess it up later."

Mai Xuanlin nodded seriously: "I can."

…******…

While everyone is not around, I just have time to visit the campus of the Conservatory of Music. It is indeed a place with a very artistic atmosphere. The woods, flower beds, walls, lawns are decorated very exquisitely and beautifully. Fountains, sculptures, street lights, and wooden chairs are all unique and distinctive. Every thing has a special charm, and every place has its meaning.

I traveled around and took many photos with my mobile phone.

Looking at the "Crazy Drawba" brand quartz watch, it was almost noon and the meeting was not finished. Song Baojun felt hungry and began to search for the canteen.

The canteen was not found, but a cafe with green vines at the intersection opposite the bronze statue of Mozart was found. The walls were deliberately decorated with old age, revealing red bricks. The awning in front of the door was a black iron frame in the style of the steam era in the 19th century, with antique colors.

I saw a sign hanging in front of the window, which read "French dishes today" in five Chinese, English, German, and Western characters. Song Baojun rushed in immediately.

There are only three or two guests in the store, and the atmosphere is quiet and quiet.

The noon sun shines outside, making the window glass bright. Then a few rays of light are reflected in, making the light and dark intertwined, adding a bit of peace.

The tables, chairs and benches are framed by black iron craftsmanship, with a thick oak board on it, and then covered with red and blue checkered cloth deliberately made of old. A bunch of roses in Greek pottery was placed on the table, and the fragrance was lingering.

The low ceiling is drooping with light red glass chandeliers, one for each table. The light in the corner far away from the door is not bright enough, a student couple is whispering, and the obscure light has already lit up. It really fully demonstrates the petty bourgeois mood.

Song Baojun sat down with a chair beside the window, and the waiter came with the menu: "How many sirs?"

"One." After taking the menu and swept it, I almost broke out in cold sweat. Black pepper steak, 150-50-baked snails, 280-80-foie gras sauce, and the price of red wine is even more outrageous. Each number is shocking. If you want to eat half full here, you may not spend all the protection costs enough to get stuck between your teeth.

But since he came, he couldn't escape in shame. Song Baojun's gray coat instantly straightened his waist to make his style look gentler. He said, "Well, let's have a portion of onion soup, a portion of foie gras sauce, a portion of baked lamb chops with rosemary chicken sauce, and a portion of lemon cake, so that's it."

"What drinks do you need, sir?"

"Give me a glass of iced black tea." Song Baojun picked up the cigarette, and the waiter quickly took out the ZIPPO lighter and lit it for him to light it.

Relying on the chair, one hand reached on the table, the other hand was placed on the back of the chair, crossing his legs, slowly spraying out a thick smoke, looking at the quiet statue of Mozart outside the window, feeling that the life of the bourgeoisie was already very close to him.

"Sorry, can you stop smoking..." A woman wearing a milky white fisherman's hat opposite put down the book in her hand. Halfway through her words, she suddenly said in surprise: "It's you."

The woman was the beautiful sister who sat behind him on Friday's music open class. She was dressed casually, with her hair casually placed behind her shoulders, a cup of coffee in front of the table, and a pair of sunglasses in her hand.

"When I am worried about the situation in Crimea, the European debt crisis, the Indonesian tsunami, the Philippines shipwreck, the RB Fukushima nuclear leak, the American campus shooting, Brazilian fan riots, and the British stock market fluctuations, I occasionally smoke one or two cigarettes." Song Baojun said.

"You can continue to smoke." The beautiful sister smiled slightly and lowered her head to read the book again.

Song Baojun looked at her, and then looked at 80% of the new 32 books in her hand. Good guy, "The Unbearable Lightness of Life", author Milan Kundera, is too literary! He couldn't help but say, "This book must be read in the original French version to have flavor."

"Is that right?" The beautiful sister responded softly, her face was very light, her eyes were always focused on the book, and she obviously ignored the other person's emotions.
Chapter completed!