Standing in front of the tomb is the physics teacher of the First High School, Ren Fei.

Because he showed up and brought Xiao Wei a bunch of answer sheets and helped collect test papers, it was completely proved that Xiao Wei "did not cheat", and Si Sheng was very impressed by this young teacher.

He is dressed casually, wears gold-rimmed glasses, is handsome, courteous, and has an elegant and easy-going temperament.

"Miss Si. ”

After a brief moment of surprise, Ren Fei pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and nodded slightly at Si Sheng.

"You ...... with him"

Si Sheng's gaze moved down and landed on the tombstone.

There are only four simple words on it: the tomb of Liang Ye.

In the middle of the photo, an artist's long hair, the eye sockets are very deep, deep and vicissitudes, with stubble, when taking the photo, he smiles at the corner of his mouth at the camera, a little evil, a little ruffian, like being shackled in the chaos of the world and giving up on himself after the free and easy play, but there is also a sobriety to see through the world.

This man's cemetery, like his life of more than twenty years, is simple and rash, leaving no profound words, but all the barrenness and desolation that can be seen at a glance.

Liang Ye, Ren Fei.

The images of these two people are really different.

Ren Fei leaned over, lowered his eyes, glanced at the photo on the tombstone, and then raised his eyes and explained: "We used to be classmates, and today he died on the day, so I came to take a look." ”

"Really?" Si Sheng raised his eyebrows and walked over, "I thought he had no friends." ”

Ren Fei smiled gently, "Joked, isn't Miss Si his friend?"

Slowly passing over Ren Fei, Si Sheng leaned down, put the second pot head in his hand, got up again, and looked at him sideways, "What about you?"

"I," Ren Fei looked stunned, his gaze lingered on the photo for a few seconds, and he smiled very softly, "half." ”

Si Sheng looked at him strangely.

After a while, she didn't pursue the question of 'half, whole', smiled with relief, and changed the subject, "Have you heard of me beforehand?"

"Hmm. In his ......"

There was a trace of emotion in his eyes flashing very quickly, and the lines at the corners of Ren Fei's lips straightened slightly, "Before leaving, we contacted us." He said that he had made a very good friend in the northwest and helped him a lot. ”

In an instant, there was a sense of disobedience and doubts, which were fleeting, Si Sheng didn't catch it, and after a short pause, he straightened out his thoughts.

Looking at Ren Fei, Si Sheng seemed to ask casually, "You are a local from the lockdown city, right?"

She is Liang Ye, whom she met in Anseong two years ago.

Liang Ye said that this is his hometown, and if he dies one day, he hopes to return to his hometown and be buried in a remote and quiet place.

The land under his feet was also personally chosen by Liang Ye.

"Yes. Ren Fei nodded, understanding her doubts, and took the initiative to explain, "When he was in junior high school, his parents divorced, and his mother brought him to the lockdown. We were high school classmates. ”

"Oh. ”

It makes sense.

"Miss Si, thank you. Ren Fei's eyes showed a little gratitude and seriousness, "I heard that in order to save him, you were also seriously injured." ”

Si Sheng narrowed his eyes, "You know?"

A year ago, Si Sheng was involved in an incident because of Liang Ye and was accidentally pulled into the game, but Si Sheng didn't know anything about it, and finally almost died with Liang Ye.

Involved, what happened, even Si Sheng is still confused, and few people know about the whole thing.

- How did this teacher, who teaches in high school, know?

"After Liang Ye left, I got the news and did a little investigation. Ren Fei felt quite guilty, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's too abrupt, so I didn't come to thank you at the beginning." ”

Listening to his words, Si Sheng was happy, "I'm his friend, the whole son." You're his friend, half-along. What do you need to come and thank you?"

"Yes. Ren Fei smiled implicitly, but the gratitude in his eyes did not dissipate, "I still thank you very much for everything you have done for him." ”

“......”

Si Sheng didn't speak, but shrugged.

Taking a step back, Ren Fei looked at the tombstone again and said, "I've seen it, it's time for me to leave." ”

Si Sheng bowed, "Goodbye." ”

"Goodbye. ”

Nodding at her, Ren Fei politely left.

He returned the way he came.

A glance at the flower in front of the tombstone, it is a bouquet of blooming roses.

She turned her head abruptly and looked at Ren Fei's back, the sun was shining, he walked on the overgrown barren path on both sides, impartial, straight forward, as if he was a little determined.

Si Sheng was stunned, looked at it for a few seconds, and then lowered his head again, looking at the young and vicissitudes of life on the tombstone.

When it comes to life, it is generally associated with powerful words such as warmth, passion, and hope, but when it comes to this man, it is the opposite, always decadent, gray, and boring.

This special friend, she almost died for him, but she didn't know his past and past, thinking about it, it was a little bizarre.

*

Si Sheng did not stay in front of Liang Ye's tomb for a long time.

After about half an hour and after pouring half a bottle of Erguotou, she placed the remaining half of Erguotou with the bouquet of roses, and then waved her hand and said goodbye to leave.

On the way back, Si Sheng dialed a few phone calls, until he was slightly tired and ready to rest, when he suddenly received a call from Ling Xize.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?"

Ling Xize opened his mouth and asked.

Falling back on the back of the chair, Si Sheng changed to a comfortable position, "Several, who do you want to ask?"

On the phone, Ling Xize chuckled, accompanied by the breeze, slowly coming.

"Still outside?"

Ling Xize keenly captured the sound of the wind coming from the microphone and the sound of the engine in the car.

There is no noise in the city.

"Hmm. ”

Si Sheng squinted his eyes and looked out the window and saw the shadow of a car falling on the road, with the shape of a Buddha's eagle at the top.

Shadows swept across the ground.

Ling Xize said: "I have to go on a business trip, and I will come to Ancheng in two days." ”

"How long?"

"I don't know, look at the progress of the project. ”

"Oh. ”

"Don't you say something about 'the friendship of the landlord'?"

"I'm busy, and I'm not a local. Si Sheng said lazily, "If you want to play, I'll let the locals take you." ”

"Don't play. ”

Ling Xize refused very simply and clearly.

“...... We'll talk about that then. Si Sheng said speechlessly.

"Hmm. ”

Ling Xize went to work to fish, it was obviously work time, but he chatted with Si Sheng without a match.

The fat man sitting in front of him, drowsy and napping in the car, vaguely heard Si Sheng's voice in his ears, heard only a few words, somehow, something suddenly rushed into his mind, he suddenly woke up, and sat up with a shudder.

The driver was so frightened by him that he almost hit the brakes.

The driver gave the fat man a strange look, and opened his mouth to ask, but saw the fat man stretch out his fat finger and put it to his mouth, signaling him not to speak.

“......”

The driver honestly shut up.

The fat man poked his head slightly and carefully observed the situation behind him through the car mirror.

Si Sheng answers the phone on weekdays, never talks nonsense, goes straight to the point when talking about things, and can say things clearly in one sentence, and will never say a second sentence.

I've never seen her talk on the phone for so long.

In the rearview mirror, you can see her beautiful side face, the corners of her lips are lightly hooked, her eyebrows are smiling, she seems to be in a good mood, and there is no doubt about it, but when you dig deeper, when you are in such a good mood when chatting with people, the meaning is different.

A minute later, the fat man had a premonition that he had discovered something, but he didn't dare to think about it, and quickly put behind what he thought was unrealistic.

emmm, I don't know what the man Sister Sheng fancies, what kind of man will be......

The fat man is full of fantasies.

*

Downtown, within the city walls.

This is a prosperous area, but also a place where tourists often come to check in, retaining retro buildings, inns, snacks, specialties, and all kinds of shops along the street, full of dazzling, great passenger flow.

In the most central area, there is a clean and tidy store, not inconspicuous, the façade hangs above the wooden plaque of "tofu shop", the calligraphy brush inscription, the material and style are very retro.

The door of the store is open, with the sign of "sweet tofu brain", go inside, the store is all retro decoration, the lamps and lanterns on the head are retro, with tassels and bells, and the tables and chairs are all made of mahogany, four seats, specially customized according to the layout of the store.

There are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and those who know how to do it can see at a glance that the signatures are all from famous artists, but in fact, no one takes a second look.

It's just that such an antique and atmospheric storefront can't see a single customer.

In the afternoon, four o'clock.

There were two female college students who came to play, lingering outside the door, and their eyes couldn't stop drifting inside.

"This shop is so stylish," a girl grabbed her companion and asked curiously, "Just sell tofu?"

"Go in and have a look?" suggested the companion.

"Let's go. ”

The girl nodded, and immediately dragged her companion inside.

The two entered the door hand in hand, peeked in, and stayed at the door.

At a table against the wall, a group of people surrounded Wu Yang, they consciously lined up in a long line, basically wearing all the same chef's uniforms, each holding a plate of vegetables in their hands, their waists straight, their expressions serious and nervous, as if they were facing a severe test.

I don't know, at first glance, it should be a Michelin assessment.

And the focus of the crowd, that is, the only person who sits, is a young man of twenty-six or seventeen.

This person has a good appearance, a face like jade, handsome, and has the capital that frequently attracts attention on the street.

At this moment, he stepped on the chair next to him, his knees crossed the table, revealing a small section, and he sat in an uninhibited posture. The jacket is zipped open, the sleeves are rolled up to the elbows, revealing the firm and cold texture lines, and the right hand holds a pair of delicately made wooden chopsticks at random.

On the table in front of him, there were delicately plated dishes, which were difficult to distinguish from a distance, but they were definitely not the dishes that should be found in such a small shop.

The sense of picture is so disobedient that it bursts.

is so young and suave, and one glance can make people feel good. However, what he did was unacceptable-

"Is this what people eat?"

"Putting it like this, who wants to put down chopsticks?"

"Do you have a taste disorder or do you have Parkinson's disease, and you can't even mix a simple ingredient?"

"The appearance is not qualified, and it rolls. ”

......

One by one, the plates were brought to the table, and one after the other were carried away.

More than half of the dishes were passed by him on the grounds of "unqualified appearance", and even moving his chopsticks seemed to be an insult to him. And those who reluctantly let him move his chopsticks basically got bad reviews.

If you put it on the takeaway APP, you will definitely be suspected of maliciously swiping bad reviews, or professional trolls.

"This ......"

"This ......"

The two girls were at the door, silent in unison, twisting their necks stiffly, looking at each other with their eyes.

As soon as the two of them spoke, the young man who was "criticizing" all kinds of dishes with an impatient posture raised his head and looked towards the door.

Swept away by his rather stressful gaze, the two girls suddenly shuddered, turned around and wanted to run.

Didn't think about it-

This young master, who is fastidious, careful, and irritable, but has his own romantic charm, changed his face in a second when he saw the two of them, revealing a kind and bright smile.

"Yo, here comes the guest. ”

As soon as the chopsticks were thrown, the young man brushed aside the guests who were blocking the road, strode to the door, and greeted him warmly, smiling with a smile of flowers, "Two beauties, what do you want?"

"What are you selling in the store?"

Frightened by his attitude, the girl held her companion's hand tightly and stumbled to ask.

The two girls wanted to cry without tears.

Aren't they suffering from a nervous disorder?

"Every morning at 7 o'clock, we offer a limited number of special sweet tofu brains. In addition, a variety of noodles are also available, such as xiao long bao, knife-cut noodles, ramen noodles, and pork sandwich buns......"

After babbling fluently and reading a string of food, the young man changed his words and said with a smile, "The dishes provided every day are uncertain, and everything is formulated according to the mood of our chef." But our chef doesn't happen to be here, so-"

The young man smiled, "There is still a little tofu, dried tofu, and tofu skin left, do you need them?"

“......”

The two girls were completely dumb.

For three minutes, the two of them each carried a bag of dried beans, supported each other, and went out tremblingly.

"Why do you want to buy it?" the girl dragged her companion with tears in her voice.

"I don't know, seeing him smile so good, his head nodding without my approval. The companion wanted to cry without tears, "Why do you buy it too?"

"I can't control my own ...... either"

The two glanced at each other, their moods were quite complicated, and they left quickly.

At the same time—

A limousine parked outside the tofu shop.

An old man was the first to get out of the car, followed by two men in black, both carrying two wooden food boxes in their hands.

The three of them did not enter the door, but waited at the door.

People in chef's uniforms walked out of the shop one after another in a long line, all looking depressed, but without the slightest complaint or anger.

They passed by, nodded to the old man one by one, and then walked diagonally opposite a four-story restaurant, Dexiu Zhai.

After they had all left, the old man shook his head with a sigh and walked into the door of the tofu shop.

"Young Master!"

As soon as the old man entered the door, he greeted the young man.

At that time, the young man was reclining at the dining table, his long legs were bent all the time, and he didn't stand up. He carried a purple sand teapot in his hand, poured half a cup of tea into the teacup, and when he tilted his head, the tea entered his mouth, dissipating the miscellaneous taste in his mouth.

Not enough, he threw the tea set back on the table, and he fumbled for two pieces of gum from his pocket, pulled and tore them, and threw them into his mouth.

After doing all this, the young man raised his eyebrows and asked the old man, "Where is my uncle?"

"I heard that soon—"

The old man lowered his eyes and was about to answer, but he was interrupted in the middle of his sentence.

"It's here. ”

A lazy familiar tone floated in from the direction of the door.

Everyone in the store looked back, only to see a tall figure walking outside the door, heroic posture, awe-inspiring temperament, a sense of distance, partial life and beautiful like a fairy, shocking.

On her shoulder, there was an eagle parked, motionless, and a "cool feeling" came to her face.

As soon as he saw her, the young man was overjoyed, "Uncle!"

"It's just you," Si Sheng stood idly, his eyes glancing around the store, and raising his eyebrows, "Where's my cook?"

Duan Changyan took a new teacup, poured tea, walked over, and complained happily, "No business, skipping work." ”

"Deduction of wages. ”

After receiving the tea that was handed over attentively, Si Sheng said casually.

Duan Changyan hurriedly agreed, "Hey! It's all detained for him!"

"Miss Si. ”

When the old man saw Si Sheng, he smiled and greeted him kindly, with a little respect between his eyebrows.

Glancing at him, Si Sheng chuckled, "Steward Duan is here too?"

The old man explained, "The young master said that you are tired of traveling and need to eat something good. ”

As soon as his voice fell, the young man with the food box consciously chose a dining table, put the food box away, and took out the food inside.

"You specially asked your cook to make it?"

Si Sheng glanced at Duan Changyan.

"Yes, Dexiu Zhai's is almost hot. Duan Changyan nodded, not thinking that there was anything wrong with this kind of 'waste' behavior.

“......”

He had long been accustomed to the extravagant and wasteful virtues of this young master, Si Sheng shrugged his shoulders and did not make an evaluation.

As soon as the food was placed, Steward Duan didn't stay long, and led the two men in black to leave. As for Xiaopang and the others who sent Si Sheng over, they all consciously stopped outside, sitting and squatting, and no one dared to enter the door easily.

Young Master Duan said that they are cheesy and do not deserve to enter this shop.

Although they are resentful, they will never dare to be disobedient.

The store was empty, Si Sheng was not in a hurry to eat, but walked around the store, and after washing his hands in the back kitchen, he slowly paced out.

The young master of the Duan family, who was still showing off his might and pointing fingers in front of a chef before, at this moment, was following Si Sheng as a follower, and enthusiastically told how he prevented the wooden chef who didn't know how to mess with the decoration of the store during Si Sheng's absence.

When he came to the table where the food was set, Si Sheng did not sit down.

"Tell me, what's wrong. ”

With a tilt of his head, Si Sheng curled his fingers and tapped lightly on the table, Duan Changyan's smile froze instantly.

Si Sheng narrowed his eyes and asked in a procrastinating tone, "What about others?"

------Off topic------

There is another shift in the evening, but it will definitely be super late, so you don't have to wait.

Duan Changyan = the boss of Dexiu Zhai, who has a God-given tongue, has an extraordinary sense of smell and taste, and was born to do this business.

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