九、棋王（2 / 7）

居然傻傻地在这里等。

她笑出声，走到吧台前轻轻放下手里的啤酒，拿起凳子上的大衣，和Lucas一起走出酒吧。

他们在Shoreditch下了地铁，Lucas轻车熟路地带着她拐进一个小巷，然后在一家看起来很安静的酒吧面前停下。

“They have the best beers here.”

傅谈笑点了一杯Tree House，Lucas点了一杯酒精含量有点高的Trippel Weizenbock。

侍者试图给他预警，说“The Bourbon can get quite strong as it warms.”

Lucas说，“That’d be great. Cheers.”

侍者走了以后，Lucas转过来注视她，半晌无话。

她被他专注的眼神看得有些不自在，主动问道，“Lucas, you wanted to say something?”

他终于开口，却没回答她的问题。他出人意料的说，“You know, I am ethnically Chinese. I have a Chinese name.”

“Really?! How e you’ve never told me?”

“Well, I am telling you now.”

“What’s your Chinese name?”

“Qi. It means board game collectively.”

“Oh, I see. 王棋.” 她蘸了一点啤酒杯上的水，在桌子上写了一个“棋”字。

原来他有中文名字。王棋。

他点点头，目光灼灼，伸手覆住她的。

她一怔，却没动，继续问道“Why this name?”

“It’s my dad. He’s obsessed with 围棋，and obviously wanted me to be great at it. Somehow when I was born it dawned on him that in the states your