thebusnovel Chapter 296 See You Tomorrow
Chapter 296 See You Tomorrow
He stood outside the window and watched for a while.
Then go.
On the third day, the Little Cloud Esports Studio was completed.
Song Huan was in class when Chen Fei called.
He hunched over and slipped out the back door, standing in the hallway to receive the message.
Chen Fei's voice was excited as he said, "Boss, the walls are painted, the floor tiles are laid, and the lights are installed. We're now bringing people in to move the purchased computers inside."
Song Huan said, "Okay, I'll go take a look."
As I left the school, I passed by that milk tea shop again on my way.
He stood outside the window.
Lin Yue is taking an order for a girl.
After ordering, I turned around to prepare the milk tea.
Her movements were still so nimble; the shaker wobbled in her hands, and the ice cubes rattled.
Today she was wearing an old-fashioned little rubber band on her wrist, light blue, with a small butterfly on it.
Song Huan watched for a while, then left.
Fourth day.
Okay, there's really nothing to do today.
The construction team has completed the inspection, Wu Tian has sent over the equipment list, and Chen Fei and his team have finished setting up all the computers in the studio.
Song Huan told herself it wasn't intentional, it was just on the way.
He stood under the sycamore tree outside the milk tea shop.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on his shoulders.
Lin Yue was wiping the table inside, bending over, drawing circles on the table with the rag.
After wiping, I straightened up and tucked the stray hairs behind my ears.
He didn't go in; he stood there for a while, then left.
Day .
As he stood outside the window, Lin Yue suddenly turned her head.
She was holding a shaker in her hand, and the ice cubes inside were making a clattering sound.
Her gaze pierced through the glass and landed on him.
Then she paused for a very short moment, then smiled at him, her eyes curving into crescents.
She put down the shaker, walked around from behind the counter, and pushed open the glass door.
The bell on the door rang once, a jingling sound.
She stood in front of him, her apron damp with water, her fingers smelling of milk tea.
My hair is a bit messy, with stray hairs sticking to my forehead.
"Did you come to see me?"
Song Huan put her hands in her pockets. "Just passing by."
Lin Yue tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, "You passed by yesterday, and you passed by the day before yesterday too."
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
He looked at her; her eyes were bright, reflecting his image.
His lips curled up, a hint of smug satisfaction on his face.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again.
Lin Yue tilted her head. "Are you passing by again tomorrow?"
Song Huan turned and left.
Lin Yue stood at the door, cupping her hands to her mouth, and shouted at the retreating figure, "I'll treat you to milk tea tomorrow!"
He didn't turn around, but he slowed his pace a little.
He really did come again the next day.
As I pushed open the door, the bell rang once.
Lin Yue was standing behind the counter when she saw him come in, and her eyes lit up.
She turned around, took a cup from the shelf, and started making milk tea.
The shaker jingled in her hand, the ice cubes sloshing around.
Pour it out, seal it, and insert a straw.
The honey lemon tea had extra honey added, and a fine layer of water droplets condensed on the cup.
She placed the milk tea on the counter and pushed it in front of him.
Then she rested her chin on her hands, leaned over the counter, and looked at him.
Song Huan picked up the cup and took a sip.
The sweetness of honey and the sourness of lemon blend together, cool and smooth, sliding down your throat.
"Is it good?"
He nodded.
"Are you coming again tomorrow?"
He did not answer.
Lin Yue smiled and didn't ask any more questions.
She straightened up, picked up the shaker, and continued shaking.
The ice cubes clattered and rattled, and the ponytail swayed along with them.
Sunlight streamed in through the glass window and fell on her.
Later, Song Huan came more and more frequently.
Sometimes I order a honey lemon tea and sit in a corner to drink it for an afternoon.
Sometimes I don't order anything, I just stand by the counter.
When Lin Yue was busy, she didn't have time for him. She would wander back and forth between the counter and the freezer, her hair whipping around like a gust of wind.
When she wasn't busy, she would come over and talk to him, telling him what classes she had that day, which teacher went overtime again, and who Xia Rou was cursing in the dormitory.
She spoke with great enthusiasm, and he listened, occasionally humming in agreement.
Everyone else in the store assumed he was her boyfriend.
Once, the round-faced girl walked past him with a cup in her hand and asked Lin Yue in a low voice, "Is your boyfriend here again?"
Lin Yue smiled but didn't explain.
Song Huan didn't explain either.
……
It's almost closing time.
Lin Yue was wiping the table, drawing circles on it with the rag, wiping one table after another.
Song Huan was mopping the floor for her, pushing the mop from one end to the other, and the milk tea stains and footprints on the floor slowly disappeared.
There were only the two of them left in the shop. Half of the lights were off, except for the one on the counter.
The warm yellow light shone on the two people.
Lin Yue suddenly stopped, leaned against the table, and was still clutching a rag in her hand.
"Song Huan".
"Um?"
Do you like me?
Song Huan paused, her mop stopped for a moment. "No."
Lin Yue draped the rag over the back of the chair, walked over, stood in front of him, and looked up at him.
Her eyes were bright, reflecting the light from the counter lamp and his shadow.
"Then why do you come every day?"
Song Huan didn't say anything.
He switched hands with the mop and continued mopping the floor.
"Am I really that bored?"
The mop went around her feet and cleaned the area behind her as well.
Lin Yue took another step forward.
She was very close to him, so close that he could smell her scent.
The sweetness of milk tea, the sourness of lemon, and a hint of fresh laundry detergent scent.
"Then why did you mop the floor for me?"
Song Huan leaned the mop against the wall, and he looked into her eyes, "Because you'll be mopping until very late by yourself."
"What's it to you?"
He did not answer.
Lin Yue looked into his eyes.
His eyes were very dark, and her image was reflected in them.
She suddenly laughed and gently punched his chest.
"Fool."
She turned around and went to tidy up the counter.
The cups were wiped clean one by one and stacked neatly.
I put the teaspoon into the sterilizer and wiped the countertop twice with a cloth.
Song Huan stood there, looking at her.
Her hair fell over her shoulders, with the ends curling slightly upwards.
The apron straps were tied in a bow at the back of the waist.
She bent down, picked up the garbage bag, tied it up, and placed it by the back door.
Then straighten up and tuck the stray hairs behind your ears.
He picked up the mop and continued mopping the floor.
When Song Huan left, Lin Yue chased after her.
The bell on the door rang once.
She was holding a cup of milk tea, honey lemon tea, with water droplets clinging to the sides of the cup.
The streetlights shone on her, and her eyes shone brightly.
"Tomorrow's."
Song Huan took it; the cup was cool to the touch, and her palm was damp.
"Shouldn't tomorrow's tasks be done tomorrow?"
Lin Yue smiled and said, "I'm afraid you won't come tomorrow."
Song Huan looked at her.
The light from the streetlamp fell on her face, making her eyelashes shine.
Stray hairs were blown by the wind and clung to the side of her face.
"I will come," he said.
Lin Yue paused for a moment, then smiled.
Her eyebrows and eyes were curved, revealing two rows of white teeth, and her whole face was glowing.
She turned around and ran into the gate of Nanjing University.
The sneakers clicked on the ground, and her ponytail swung behind her.
She ran a couple of steps, then turned back and waved at him.
"See you tomorrow!"
Song Huan stood there, watching her run away.
The streetlights cast her shadow on the ground, making it grow longer and longer.
He stood there for a while, then looked down at the milk tea in his hand.
Water droplets condensed on the cup, glistening under the streetlights.
He inserted the straw and took a sip.
I added too much honey; it's a bit too sweet.