On the first day of the Lunar New Year, every household must reunite. However, Lin Zhimo not only failed to be with his family, but even his friends have to face separation.

After sending Lin Xinru on the plane in the morning, Lin Zhimo said goodbye to Zhang Ziyi in the morning. After all, her home is from Yanjing, so Zhang Ziyi has to go home to accompany her parents no matter what.

Originally, according to Lin Zhimo's intention, he wanted to go home, but when Lin Weicheng heard that he would fly to Berlin in two days, he asked him to go back after a while, so as not to have to reverse the plane in the past two days and waste money.

Lin Zhimo wanted to tell his father that he was already a billionaire, but probably Lin Weicheng would not believe it, but instead increased his worries, so he hid it.

"Hey, Sister Wen, when will you arrive in Yanjing? I'll pick you up." Lin Zhimo called Huo Xiwen, who had just returned to Xiangjiang a few days ago, when he was bored.

Because this time I went to Zhangziyi in Berlin, I had to walk the red carpet, and the matter of contacting and consulting with those clothing sponsors could only be handed over to Huo Xiwen, so Huo Xiwen was about to fly back from Xiangjiang this afternoon.

"My plane at twelve o'clock at noon will arrive around four o'clock." Huo Xiwen's voice came in from the microphone slowly.

...

At 4:00 pm, Lin Zhimo picked up Huo Xiwen into his nanny car.

"To be honest, Zhimo, I really think you should buy a car. Don't you think it's inconvenient to drive this kind of car?"

Lin Zhimo carefully looked at the decorations in the car: "No, I think it's very good. This kind of car is so good. It's spacious and safe. When you are tired, you can park on the side of the road and lie on the back bed to rest."

Huo Xiwen slapped his forehead speechlessly and sighed: "I can't communicate with you and me anymore. People like sports cars. At least they need a car, just you are unique."

Lin Zhimo smiled and didn't answer.

After walking for a while, Lin Zhimo suddenly asked, "Sister Wen, aren't we both celebrating today?"

"What are you celebrating?" Huo Xiwen suddenly thought of something, and his heart couldn't help but jump faster.

Lin Zhimo deliberately pretended to be aggrieved and said, "Sister Wen, we are both like this. You haven't told me that you are on the first day of the Lunar New Year."

Huo Xiwen looked at the road ahead without looking squinting, and his face turned slightly red and said, "Where are you like me? Don't talk nonsense... and say what's the point of celebrating a birthday."

Although Huo Xiwen's tone was very plain, as if she really didn't care, Lin Zhimo still saw that Huo Xiwen's hands were tucked together involuntarily because he tried too hard and his knuckles turned a little white.

Lin Zhimo smiled secretly and said, "I know you don't want to treat you, but it doesn't matter, I'll treat you today."

Ignoring Lin Zhimo's teasing, Huo Xiwen asked in confusion: "How did you know my birthday?"

When Lin Zhimo heard Huo Xiwen's question, he remembered the phone call from Huo Xiwen's mother this morning.

"Zhimo, why are you so busy? Can't you even rest during the Chinese New Year... Auntie is not blaming you, but she is worried for Xiwen. Look, she is so old... Not yet? Zhimo, you must urge her for aunt. She is not in a hurry to find a partner. I am anxious as a mother... You see, she is alone and no one is with her even on her birthday... You don't know that Xiwen's birthday is today, right? It's not February 5th, it's the first day of the Lunar New Year. We have seen Xiwen's master before, and the master said Xiwen is not suitable for the Gregorian birthday... OK, okay, then Zhimo, you will be more worried... In the future, Sister Wen will find a partner like you... OK, goodbye."

On the phone, Huo Xiwen's mother first beat Lin Zhimo, then pretended to reveal Huo Xiwen's birthday unintentionally. She hung up the phone until Lin Zhimo finally promised that she would celebrate Huo Xiwen's unforgettable birthday.

However, although it was the date I learned from Huo Xiwen's mother, Lin Zhimo could not say that, otherwise wouldn't Huo Xiwen know that he had a private contact with her mother?

So Lin Zhimo said, "It was the news I got from Sister Xiaowan."

Huo Xiwen had no doubts about this, so he just nodded and said nothing.

Lin Zhimo asked again: "Sister Wen, where will we eat dinner?"

"Go to my place, you don't have any cooking ingredients at home." Huo Xiwen looked at Lin Zhimo with a funny look.

Lin Zhimo opposed it, "No, today you are having your birthday, how can you cook by yourself? How about I take you to have a big meal?"

Huo Xiwen asked with interest: "What kind of meal?"

...

Although Huo Xiwen didn't expect Lin Zhimo to take her to a five-star restaurant, it would be fine even if she had a spaghetti. Otherwise, Korean cold noodles would be fine. Well, even if she didn't eat longevity noodles, it would be fine to find a restaurant with a slightly more refined decoration and some food... But now, Lin Zhimo brought her to the front of such a remote and narrow restaurant.

There is a plaque hanging on the small restaurant with four big characters "Wang's Noodle Restaurant". Fortunately, the plaque is quite clean.

Huo Xiwen is a bit obsessed with cleanliness. Although it is not as serious as she has to bring a seat cushion when going out, if it were her, she wouldn't even look at such a small restaurant, let alone come in to have a meal. However... Huo Xiwen looked at Lin Zhimo and said intimately: Forget it, this time.

Lin Zhimo did not notice Huo Xiwen's reluctance, and directly took Huo Xiwen's hand and entered the small restaurant.

After entering the restaurant, Huo Xiwen discovered that there was a unique world in this dilapidated small restaurant. The walls of the whole room were painted milky white, and there were several landscape paintings hanging on the walls. It can be seen that the owner of the restaurant should also be a very elegant person.

The heater in the restaurant is very open, and there is no cold outside at all.

Seeing a guest coming in, a beautiful waitress came up and asked, "How many guests?"

Lin Zhimo said: "Just two, do you have a private room?"

"Yes, please follow me." The waitress turned around and twisted her perky buttocks slowly moved forward.

After taking the two of them into a small private room, the waiter did not take out any menus or anything else, poured two cups of tea and turned around and left.

Seeing Huo Xiwen's puzzled gaze, Lin Zhimo explained: "This restaurant only sells one kind of noodles. I don't know what the name is. We usually call it "Baishui Boiled Noodles", or as long as it says "Wang's Noodles", everyone knows it here."

"Is this restaurant very famous?" Huo Xiwen asked while looking at the small private room where he was.

There is only a brown wooden square table in the private room, with a white dining cloth spread on the table, and four chairs placed beside the table. The walls are painted milky white like the outer room, but there is a faint fragrance floating in the air.

Generally speaking, there will never be any other smell in restaurants because they are afraid that other smells will affect people's taste. However, after hearing this taste, Huo Xiwen felt a feeling of a big appetite.

Lin Zhimo smiled and said, "This smells good. I was also surprised when I first came here, but it is said that this is a spicy and spicy ingredient passed down by the boss of this house. Combined with the ramen in the restaurant, it will give people a happy feeling."

While the two of them were talking, the waiter brought two bowls of steaming noodles.

The bowl has a large mouth and is as long as the palm of an adult.

Huo Xiwen didn't eat much, so when he saw this big bowl of Haikou on the first day of the Chu Dynasty, he frowned slightly, but soon she smelled the rich fragrance floating from the noodles of these two bowls. For a moment, Huo Xiwen felt like he was moving his index finger, and he didn't even think it was too big when he looked at the big bowl.

When the waiter put two bowls of noodles on the table, Huo Xiwen was even more surprised because there were only a few noodles in such a large bowl, and more soup and clear soup! How clear the soup was, it was like a bowl of clear water, and there was no trace of oil.

Thinking about the name of "boiled noodles in white water" that Lin Zhimo just mentioned just now, Huo Xiwen probably knew the origin of this name. If it weren't for the only two bowls of noodles in front of him, Huo Xiwen wouldn't have believed that the bowl of ordinary noodles in front of him would actually exude this tempting aroma.

Looking at the noodles in front of him, Huo Xiwen suddenly remembered the famous Sichuan dish "Baiju Cabbage". The dish was like this noodles. At first glance, he thought it was a few cabbage hearts floating in the clear water. There was also no oil in sight, but when he was eaten, it was fragrant and refreshing, and extremely delicious. It was a real high-end dish.

"Could it be the same for the noodles here?" Huo Xiwen only felt that he was verbalizing when he thought of this.

When the waiter went out, Lin Zhimo picked up the spoon and said, "Sister Wen, it is best to drink a sip of the soup before eating this dish, and wait until the fragrance is in your mouth before eating noodles."

Huo Xiwen smiled lightly and picked up a spoon, but Huo Xiwen's actions were much more elegant than Lin Zhimo: Lin Zhimo drank soup like a person who had been thirsty for three days and three nights suddenly picked up a bottle of mineral water, sucked it and poured the clear soup in the spoon into his throat; while Huo Xiwen gently pursed his pink cherry lips and tasted it gently, just like tasting red wine.

Huo Xiwen took a sip of the soup and felt that the soup was delicious, neither oily nor greasy, and the soup tasted strong, and all his taste buds seemed to be immersed in the fragrant soup.

Seeing Huo Xiwen's shiny eyes, Lin Zhimo smiled and said, "How is it, it tastes pretty good, right?"

"It's not just good, it's so delicious." Huo Xiwen kept exclaiming.

After saying that, Huo Xiwen couldn't wait to pick up a ball of noodles with chopsticks and gently sucked it into his mouth. As soon as he chewed, Huo Xiwen couldn't help but "um".

Lin Zhimo laughed: "Is there any energy? I've been to many places, but there is no place in the country where the noodles are the same as here. They are both chewy and refreshing. Eventually, they seem to become crispy after chewing them. Eating this noodles is really a pleasure."

Huo Xiwen nodded constantly as if Lin Zhimo's comments.

The guests and guests had fun all the time, but Huo Xiwen was reluctant to leave when he left.

At this time, the sky was dark and the night sky was dark and there were only a few stars.

Lin Zhimo drove the car but did not walk towards the city, but continued to drive towards the suburbs.

"Where are you going?" Huo Xiwen asked strangely when he saw the direction was wrong.

"Hehe, of course... I want to sell you Sister Wen." Lin Zhimo deliberately scared Huo Xiwen.

Huo Xiwen curled his lips, leaned back his indifferent head, changed to a more comfortable position and said, "Okay, then tell me when you arrive at the location."

Lin Zhimo never expected Huo Xiwen to react like this. He laughed dryly and had to explain the reason directly: "I prepared some surprises for Sister Wen in the suburbs."

"Surprise?" Huo Xiwen glanced at Lin Zhimo, "What surprise?"

Although the "boiled noodles in white water" I just ate was very delicious, it was far less important in Huo Xiwen's mind than Lin Zhimo's words "Happy Birthday", but Lin Zhimo seemed to have forgotten how these four words were said. During the meal, he was just talking about how good the taste was, and how fresh the taste was.

At this time, when she heard Lin Zhimo say that there was still surprise, Huo Xiwen's loss slightly subsided, and she was full of expectations for the surprise Lin Zhimo said next.

The road Lin Zhimo chose became more and more remote, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road. In the end, only Lin Zhimo was left, walking alone in the vast night.

After driving for nearly an hour, Lin Zhimo stopped the car.

Huo Xiwen got off the car and saw that they had arrived at an open space, with the vast open fields and no people. There was a grass in front of the car.

Lin Zhimo came to Huo Xiwen and smiled and said, "Sister Wen, how about this birthday gift I gave you?"

"What? Why can't I see anything?" Because the night was too dark, Huo Xiwen could not see anything even if he had enough eyesight.

Lin Zhimo smiled and said, "Sister Wen, please wait a moment." After that, he turned around and opened the back door of the car.

Because Huo Xiwen was blocked by the car body, he couldn't see what Lin Zhimo was going to do, but because of this, the expectation in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Happy birthday, happy birthday..."

Just as Huo Xiwen was trying hard to see the grass in front, a warm singing came from behind.

Huo Xiwen suddenly turned around and saw Lin Zhimo slowly walking towards him with a small cake in his hands. A circle of candles were inserted on the cake. The candlelight was slightly swaying in the slight cold wind, but it became the only light in the deep night.

Seeing Lin Zhimo, who was shrouded in candlelight, listening to his gentle and magnetic voice singing birthday songs, Huo Xiwen's heart suddenly softened, his eyes were filled with tears, and his hands covered his mouth, looking so surprised that he couldn't believe it.

Lin Zhimo slowly walked to Huo Xiwen's side while singing, and then said softly: "Sister Wen, happy birthday!"

Huo Xiwen's tears finally couldn't help but fall one by one.

Lin Zhimo held the cake with his left hand and gently wiped away the tears from Huo Xiwen's face with his right hand. His eyes were filled with tenderness: "Sister Wen, you are so beautiful under the candlelight, don't cry."

Huo Xiwen felt shy when he heard Lin Zhimo's words, but it was more sweet. After a long time, he wiped his tears dry and said angrily: "You celebrate your birthday just for your birthday. Why do you have to come here all the way? How cold?"

Lin Zhimo smiled and shook his head, took a candle from the cake and said, "Sister Wen, you can take this candle and walk five steps forward, and then you will see a birthday gift on the ground."

Huo Xiwen glanced at Lin Zhimo suspiciously: "What gift is it on the ground?" At this time, Huo Xiwen felt that he had suddenly become lazy and was not willing to guess or think about anything.
To be continued...