Jiang Xian searched for Luo Yue on various platforms, like a human flesh search. He tried everything she could use to use the account nickname, but in the end, Song Zanghai couldn't stand it anymore, "Don't look for it, let me tell you, you can find it by searching for Xiaoyueai's photography." ”

As soon as Jiang Xian searched, the "Xiaoyue Love Photography" account popped up, and the popularity was not bad, with 180,000 fans, there really was no one who was his own, and he also felt that it was a good drama at the moment.

After finding Luo Yue's account, Jiang Xian has been carefully looking through each of Luo Yue's works, carefully reading every word she wrote, for fear of missing a little information.

And at this moment, Song Zanghai, who was left aside, felt that he was isolated, and said with a strong sense of vinegar, "I especially regret giving you Luo Yue's account now." ”

"Why?"

"Because all your thoughts are on Luo Yue at the moment, there is basically nothing to do with me," Song Zanghai said confidently.

"Oh, that's okay, aren't you going to have a drink? Let's go~" Jiang Xian pulled Song Zanghai away.

"It's the other way around, my car is over there. ”

The two turned back and walked side by side on the embankment of Houhai Lake, the clean lake, the blue sky, and the dry hundred-year-old willow trees, the picture was concise, and there was a feeling of witnessing friendship.

After the two got into the car, Jiang Xian asked with a confused expression, "I really want to drink, I drank all night last night, and I didn't eat anything when I got up today, and I haven't recovered yet?"

"Alas, late-night wine is not as delicious as morning-morning porridge. Song Zanghai's inexplicable emotion made Jiang Xianyun foggy.

"Take you to eat the breakfast of old Beijing and feel the breakfast culture of the northerners. As soon as Song Zanghai's voice fell, the car flew away.

The two walked into a small alley, Jiang Xian took a few looks, the flat courtyard, the vermilion lacquer door, the color is not as bright as in the TV series, but a little bleak.

There are still a few places on the door that have lost paint, and you can clearly see the various packaging materials behind the red paint, including straw and sand and mud......

Song Tibetan kelp river obliquely into a small shop, the house is a little short, it looks a little old, the tables and chairs in the house, also left traces of the years, giving people a very warm feeling, presumably the food in the store is also tasted over time.

The two of them hadn't found a place yet, wandering around the hall, the boss didn't immediately run over to greet the guests, Jiang Xian was still looking at the menu and prices on the wall.

"Boss, I'm here today, let's have some of the things I usually eat. "Song Zanghai is as casual as he is in his own home, and he is also very familiar with the varieties in the store, as if he has eaten it for decades.

"Okay. A thick old Beijing accent came from inside.

Within a few minutes, a middle-aged man came out with a large tray from inside, and reported the name of the dish while serving, "Come on, your noodle tea, baked cakes, fried cakes, fried dough sticks, bean juice, fried liver, green onion buns, all ready, please use it slowly." ”

Jiang Xian looked at the breakfast on the table, and didn't seem to have much appetite, "Brother, do you usually have such a hearty breakfast?"

"Is it much?" Song Zanghai looked at Jiang Xian with a blank expression.

Jiang Xian looked at the diners around him again, it seemed that there were either one or two steamed buns on the table, or a bowl of black fried liver, and what kind of porridge and dim sum were served, although the patterns were not as many as his own, but the amount was definitely good.

Such a scene is still very rare in the south, although as a man, he also eats a lot of breakfast, but he has never eaten all kinds of fried things in the morning, and it looks a little dry.

Looking at the things on the table, he suddenly didn't know where to start, and saw that Song Zanghai took away a small steamed bun, although it was a small steamed bun, it was actually very big, quite real, and he caught up with the steamed buns in the south.

So he also followed the steaming steamed buns, and took a bite, with a thin skin and a lot of filling, and the taste was not bad, oily but not greasy.

Then he took another sip of soy milk, and when he took it, it felt strange, like soy milk that had been soured overnight, but out of politeness, he swallowed it anyway.

My throat was still unbearable, and I wanted to immediately pull out a piece of paper to cover my mouth for fear that the strange smell would come out. As soon as he looked up, he saw Song Zanghai secretly observing him, "How is it, how is it delicious?"

"No, did the boss take it wrong? This soy milk smells rancid, it's a bit strange. ”

"Haha, that's right, this is the most authentic bean juice in old Beijing, one of Qianlong's favorite drinks back then. ”

He took a deep breath and couldn't say anything, he couldn't comment without tasting it, but he knew he might not drink it a second time.

From time to time, the strange taste of the bean juice that I had just swallowed came out of my throat. At this moment, he needed something else to press, he picked up the noodle tea on the table again, scooped a big spoonful into his mouth, and swallowed it with a gulp, as if he didn't know what it tasted like. But the residue left in his mouth didn't seem to taste very good, and he put on a bitter face to show Song Zanghai.

"I want you to try this fried liver again, it's very authentic. Seeing that the cornstarch paste was filled with various ingredients, it looked a bit like a dark dish, Jiang Xian immediately shook his head and refused.

Seeing this, Song Zanghai got up and walked to the food window, as if he had said something to the boss, and after a while, he brought another basket of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge in front of Jiang Xian, "You eat this." ”

Looking at the familiar breakfast, coupled with the fact that I vomited all night before, this bowl of porridge is naturally the most suitable.

After the two of them came out after eating, walking in the small alley, Song Zanghai said enthusiastically, "These are all good things, the most authentic breakfast in Beijing, you can't eat it anywhere else." ”

"Oh. In fact, Jiang Xian resisted in his heart, as a southerner, he still had some food that was not suitable for northerners.

"Then where are we going next?" Jiang Xian asked suddenly.

"This afternoon, my friend has a symposium, if you have nothing to do, you can go and listen to it, and then how about a drink in the evening?"

"Okay, it's okay at noon, I'll go back to some work. ”

"No, I've already arranged it for you at noon. ”

"What's the activity?"

"My house is near here, why don't you go and sit down?"

"For the sake of your kind invitation, I reluctantly agreed. ”

"What do you mean by reluctantly. ”

Jiang Xian followed Song Zanghai to his house, and the moment he opened the door, it was really bright and tidy, and everything that could be folded was folded into tofu blocks.

Jiang Xian couldn't help but praise, "After so many years, your habit of folding things into tofu cubes hasn't changed, and you really are a Virgo who is disliked by thousands of people." ”

"After all these years, your boastful words sound so poor. Song Zanghai didn't let go of Jiang Xian, and immediately went back.

Jiang Xian visited Song Zanghai's house everywhere, "I said that you are a single dog, you should be a bit of a kennel, who can you show such a person like a dog." ”

"See for myself. Song Zanghai's voice came from the room.

Jiang Xian looked around and opened the doors of each room, "You live alone." ”

"That's right. ”

"Then why are you renting such a big house?"

"It's not rented, my parents bought it for me to get married. ”

"Aren't you single? Why are you suddenly getting married?"

"The main thing is that I don't want to live with them in a courtyard, it's inconvenient. ”

"Yes, I knew you were a rich man when I was in school before, but I didn't expect you to be so rich. ”

"What, I also bought this house with a loan. ”

"Don't describe it, I can't listen to it anymore, I don't want to know if you're richer. ”

"Okay, I'll take a shower and sleep for a while, and you can visit by yourself. ”

"I'm a guest, shouldn't you come out to sit with me?" Before Jiang Xian could finish speaking, the door had already been closed.

Jiang Xian wandered around Song Zang's house for a while, and then he felt extremely bored. This guy has nothing left in his house except a few skeletons and a cabinet of medical books. He was idle and bored, and wanted to get some fresh air downstairs.

He went downstairs, feeling that the community environment was quite good, and he had just taken the car directly to the underground garage, and he hadn't appreciated the community yet.

Although it is winter when the flowers are withering and the grass is withering, the plum blossoms in the community are blooming well. It just happened that it was cold today, and there were no people in the community, so he was wandering around here, enjoying the winter in the north, which was quite meaningful.

Suddenly, there was a very magical laughter not far away, he heard the sound and left, looking from a distance, it turned out to be a man and a woman taking pictures in the plum blossom forest.

As he approached, he became more and more familiar, he carefully looked at the fact that it was Du Luoyue, and there was a man, his heart trembled, "It won't be Luo Yue's boyfriend." ”

He immediately hid for fear of being discovered, feeling a bit like the scene of catching the junior described by the taxi driver that day.

Later, he thought again, he is not her person, why should he hide, and now that people have a boyfriend or are married, they have nothing to do with him, so why should he be a thief.

So he stretched out his head to probe again, and he found that the man turned out to be the man who was drinking at the same table with Du Luoyue in the bar last night, plus he was handsome and burly, and it was possible that he was a model invited by Luo Yue, thinking of this, he felt a lot more relieved.

Because he always believed that he was Du Luoyue's most handsome boyfriend in his life, there was no one, so he would rather believe that the man in front of him was not his boyfriend.