The green camphor tree has a deep view

Chapter 149: Eyes Too Gentle

Wen Qing shook her head timidly: "I don't drink red wine."

"Then how dare you drink beer? When did you learn that?" Song Jingshen cherished her relaxation at the moment under the influence of alcohol and asked her as many questions as possible.

"It was the summer vacation after I graduated from high school. I worked as a tutor every day to make money. I was very tired, so I secretly drank a little at home."

"Can being a tutor be so tiring? Are the people you teach so stupid?" Song Jingshen was a little surprised.

"It's not that they are stupid, it's that I have no experience and can't teach them well." Wen Qing whispered, "My parents have high expectations of me and hope that my grades can improve as soon as possible, but I can't meet their requirements, so I'm very worried..."

In fact, there were two or three boys who took the opportunity of tutoring to pursue her madly. The parents soon found out about this. In addition to blaming their children for not working hard, the parents also pointed the finger at Wen Qing, saying that she seduced male students in order to earn more tuition fees.

Wen Qing was speechless and felt extremely wronged, but she was also afraid that her grandmother would get angry if she knew and it would affect her health, so she gritted her teeth and swallowed all the bitterness. She forced herself to stay awake during the day to go out for extra classes, and only dared to hide under the quilt when she returned to her bedroom at night, crying silently.

This went on for nearly two months, and the parents' anger finally subsided. The boy also apologized to her, but she felt as if a layer of skin had been shed, and she felt numb both physically and mentally.

That evening, on her way home, she saw a few middle-aged men squatting in a roadside park, drinking and daydreaming.

They each held a bottle of beer and formed a semi-circle, some squatting and some sitting. On the ground was an unsealed beer box and a few simple plastic bags, which looked like snacks to go with the wine.

The men were dressed in tattered clothes, moved slowly, were silent to each other, and looked at the park scenery with empty eyes, like a group of animals exiled from human society.

Wen Qing watched from the side and suddenly felt a little envious of them. Although they were poor, they were able to stay away from the crowd and empty themselves completely. Isn't this also a kind of freedom?

Seeing them drinking in silence, she suddenly remembered her father, who used to be little of a drinker, but before he died, he suddenly became addicted to beer and drank every night.

She often advised her father to drink less, and her father would always look at her for a long time with complicated eyes, then sigh, put down the bottle, touch her head, and tell her to go to bed early with a smile.

Now that her father had passed away, she had just begun to understand him, because she also had troubles and had no one to talk to.

That day, Wen Qing bought a can of beer for the first time, hid it in her bag and took it home. When her grandma fell asleep, she closed the bedroom door, quietly opened the can, and drank it while standing by the window.

Like her father, she was born to drink. She liked the malt aroma in the wine and the feeling of being tipsy after drinking, as if all the troubles became lighter and smaller, drifting away, leaving only the light and hazy happiness.

She was fascinated by the happiness, but she knew that the happiness brought by alcohol could not last long, so she just needed to enjoy a moment of relaxation.

Just like that, she drank the whole can of beer while being slightly tipsy, crushed the empty can, stuffed it back into her bag, and then went to bed and fell asleep without a dream all night.

From that day on, she seemed to have realized an experience of struggling with life. There were thousands of problems, and there was no need to solve them all. If they really could not be solved, perhaps they would pass if she endured and endured.

In the past, she thought that this kind of "delay" was very bad, and it was simply a synonym for cowardice and uselessness. However, life taught her to compromise early and hold on to a little hope, otherwise she really didn't know how to get through the endless dark days.

"Are you confused due to hunger?" Song Jingshen stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, calling her back from her wandering soul. "Your eyes are empty."

Wen Qing came back to her senses, the slight intoxication brought by the alcohol faded a little, and her eyes became clear again.

She smiled faintly and said, "I am a little hungry."

Song Jingshen paused for a moment. Although her smile was as faint as clouds and smoke, it contained a lot more meaning and was more attractive than before.

"After dinner, let's go to Factory No. 4," he said.

He couldn't wait to get to know her. Even if there was no base project, he would definitely go to the place where she had lived since she was a child.

He even believed that this trip to North City would quickly deepen their relationship and allow him to truly enter her home and integrate into her life.

Wen Qing didn't think too much about it and agreed obediently. Anyway, she would have to go sooner or later, so as long as she didn't go to her house, she didn't care when or who she went with.

only……

Her relationship with Song Jingshen seemed to be on the verge of crossing the line, just like at this moment, he was looking at her deeply with eyes that she couldn't understand, like a hunter looking at prey, with dangerous speculation and suspicion, but deep down he was determined to win.

At this point, she couldn't think too much. She could first gain his trust, and then steal the information Song Weiming wanted when he let his guard down, and then she would be free.

Just as I was thinking about my troubles, the doorbell rang.

Song Jingshen stood up and walked over to open the door. Outside the door was a waiter pushing a food cart.

"Sir, the dishes you ordered have arrived. Do you need any waiter service?"

"No need. Put the dishes on the table. I'm going to open a bottle of wine in the room. Please remember it by the way."

"Okay." The waiter pushed the cart in and placed the dishes covered with exquisite stainless steel covers on the table. He then took out a glass container with a slender neck from the cart, opened the red wine selected by Song Jingshen, and poured it into the container.

"What is this?" Wen Qing couldn't help but ask.

"Miss, this is a decanter," the waiter said attentively, "The wine Mr. Song ordered is of a relatively high age, with a full body and rich flavor. It's best to let it decant for more than half an hour before tasting it, otherwise you won't be able to taste the different flavors, which would be a pity."

Wen Qing: "...Thank you."

"You're welcome." The waiter smiled, gently placed the decanter filled with wine on the table, and placed the bottle of wine next to it, and said politely, "If you two don't need wine service, I'll go back."

Song Jingshen nodded, indicating that he could leave. The waiter bowed slightly and said, "Enjoy your meal, both of you." Then, he pushed the dining cart and left.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I didn't know there is so much to learn about drinking. I really learned a lot today."

"It's not a science, as long as you like it." Song Jingshen opened the covers on the dishes one by one and said to her, "Try it. Do you like it?"

Wen Qing leaned over, picked up the bowl in front of him, and served him a bowl of lobster risotto. Then she sat down and began to eat slowly.

Song Jingshen looked at the food in front of him, then at the person opposite him, and a vague warmth rose in his heart. He seemed to be drunk before he sobered up.

"Why aren't you eating?" Wen Qing ate for a while, and seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, she asked him curiously.

"Will you accompany me for dinner every day from now on?" He looked at her and said seriously.

Wen Qing: "...Okay."

After saying that, he quickly lowered his head and focused on eating, but his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

His eyes were too gentle just now, which made her feel palpitations for no reason. Why did he suddenly become like this? He was completely different from when he was in Jiangcheng. Did he see through her plan and deliberately win her over?

But what is there for her to win over now? Hasn't she already had sex with him?

In an instant, Wen Qing's mind turned again and again, but she couldn't figure out a clue.

At this moment, he heard the phone ringing. It was his call.

She couldn't help but look up at him, only to see the man frowning. He picked up the phone impatiently, glanced at the caller ID, and turned and walked towards the study.