If you draw the center points of each of the universities in the eastern part of Minghu City on the map, then these universities form an irregular semicircle.

And the food street where Zhao Zijian and Qi Fangbing are going to eat is in the center of this semicircle.

The sun is setting, neither hot nor cold.

The streets on holidays are bustling with people and traffic.

The distance is not too far, for young people like college students, there is no need to take a taxi at all, the two walked out of the school gate, walked all the way and chatted, and before they knew it, they arrived at the place.

It's just six o'clock, but the food court has completely switched to the rhythm of night food stalls.

Since he found Zhao Zijian waiting outside the library to invite him to dinner, Qi Fangbing's mood seemed to be suddenly much more cheerful, and compared to the natural calmness of the previous few days, he seemed a little outgoing.

When she entered the food street, she even told Zhao Zijian with great interest that she had eaten with a certain stall and a certain classmate, and that a certain stall was delicious.

However, Zhao Zijian proposed to eat, but she thought about it and shook her head.

It wasn't until she saw a night market stall in the distance that she smiled and said, "It's here!" The duck blood vermicelli soup is my favorite, and my friend brought me to eat it once, and I liked it!"

While talking, she also pointed to the vicinity of the stall and said: "There are many stalls here that can be mixed and mixed, you like to eat skewers or whatever, there are all around here, it is said that the business of this duck blood vermicelli soup is very good, so even the rent of the shops around him has risen, and the ones left are particularly delicious." ”

Zhao Zijian followed her fingers to look over there, and when she got closer, she saw a fat man in his thirties serving soup to someone, and another young woman who looked quite pretty was also busy, and suddenly some memories that seemed to be more distant and distant than even if he could recall something, but were so vague that it was difficult to recognize, suddenly popped up.

This fat man...... He has an impression.

Although Zhao Zijian, the owner of the night market stall who still has some impressions after nearly 40 years, can't recall why he has an impression of him, he subconsciously feels that there may be something interesting about this guy - of course, although he is curious, he has no intention of continuing to dig into the depths of his memory.

An interesting person, even if it is a new one, will be very interesting.

This is the enjoyment of those who live all over again.

Just in front of the stall of "Nanji Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup", there was a table of people who had settled the account and left, Qi Fangbing subconsciously dragged Zhao Zijian, and he hurriedly went over to occupy the table, shouting, "Boss, clean up the table!" The young and beautiful woman agreed, and immediately a middle-aged woman came over to watch the mess of cups and plates on the table, and then came over and asked, "Handsome guy and beauty, what to eat?"

Zhao Zijian has been pampered for many years, and he is not very good at complimenting and serving girls like boys nowadays, it is strange to say, he stood in front of the table, raised his head and stared at the signboards of other people's stores, especially staring at the word "Nanji", Qi Fangbing subconsciously pulled the tissue, and after the waiter took away the things and wiped them, he carefully wiped the seat and tabletop, and when she cleaned up, Zhao Zijian said thank you, and sat down like a big man- Qi Fangbing actually felt that it was natural, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhao Zijian doing this.

The proprietress came to order, and happened to see the second half on the side, she glanced at Zhao Zijian, and then looked at Qi Fangbing, who was beautiful and had an excellent temperament, and was slightly surprised.

Zhao Zijian said: "You order, I don't know it well." ”

So Qi Fangbing asked Zhao Zijian what he liked to eat, and after a few words of dialogue, he roughly figured out Zhao Zijian's taste, and then calmly ordered some mutton skewers, draft beer and the like, and finally asked for two bowls of the store's signature duck blood vermicelli soup - the proprietress wrote them down one by one and turned to leave.

This situation is actually more like Qi Fangbing entertaining and entertaining Zhao Zijian.

It's the time when night falls, and business here is quite hot, so things are a little slow, but the two of them are talking and laughing, chatting about the topics that have been opened up so far, and they don't feel that time is difficult.

Waiting for the things to come up one by one, Zhao Zijian tasted the duck blood vermicelli soup first, and vaguely found a familiar taste - in the middle of eating, Qi Fangbing's mobile phone rang, she deliberately ran away to connect the phone, and chatted for two or three minutes before coming back, her face was flushed.

She peeked at Zhao Zijian from time to time, thinking that Zhao Zijian couldn't help but ask curiously, but Zhao Zijian ate and drank draft beer from beginning to end, and raised a glass to clink glasses with her, but she didn't even have the meaning of being curious and wanted to ask - Qi Fangbing couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart.

Qi Fangbing has been enrolled for a year, he is an old student, he is generally familiar with the school inside and out, in front of others, he may be a little reserved, but he is also quite open to talk about Zhao Zijian.

And Zhao Zijian is a person who is very idle and basically does not brag, come and go, Zhao Zijian's big cup of draft beer is in his stomach, Qi Fangbing's can also drink a small half cup, and the topic between the two people has already left the library and "Yingkui Rhythm Review".

From "If Life Deceives You" was actually written by Pushkin in French, to talking about the obvious number of female students at Qidong Normal University nearby, and many of them are quite beautiful, Zhao Zijian said a lot unconsciously, and even began to talk about topics such as begging in this kind of food stall is actually very low-level, you should try to sell facial tissues to people who are masturbating, and earning 20,000 yuan a month is not a big problem.

At the beginning, the two of them were talking and laughing, you came and went, talking and talking, Qi Fangbing's words became less and less, just chewing slowly and picking snails to eat, while looking at Zhao Zijian intently and listening to his nonsense.

The key is that Zhao Zijian has a lot of reading and life experience, and many words sound like bragging at first glance, but after listening to him, you will subconsciously feel that he is not bragging, even if it is the money-making idea that two ordinary people can execute casually, it makes Qi Fangbing feel quite executable.

And because of this, she was fascinated by it.

Chatting and chatting, Zhao Zijian almost subconsciously raised his head and shouted: "Lao Nan, where is the Shaoxing Huang you hid? Bring me two cups!" After speaking, he himself was stunned at first.

No one cared about the guests around, and the noise was in the ears, but the boss and the proprietress who were busy over there were stunned for a moment when they heard the words, and they glanced over here, and for a moment, the fat man replied with a smile, "Wait a minute, take it for you!"

As he spoke, he literally turned and went back to the shop.

Zhao Zijian rubbed his chin and immediately lost his smile.

Qi Fangbing was quite surprised, and asked with a smile: "Do you know this boss?"

Zhao Zijian raised his hand and pointed and said: "Nan Ji, the boss must be surnamed Nan! I drank his duck blood vermicelli soup, it should be the flavor and method of the south, and the northerners probably can't make it so light, so I guessed that he might be from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so I tried to ask, I guess it was right?"

Qi Fangbing was skeptical, extremely surprised-how could he still infer a person's origin like this?

But Zhao Zijian is a freshman, and along the way, he feels that he is indeed not very familiar with the roads around him, and looking at the boss's reaction, he really guessed correctly!

There is nowhere to find fault!

And...... Ordinary people, how many people can drink a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup is from the hands of northerners or southerners? This alone made Qi Fangbing subconsciously feel that Zhao Zijian was becoming more and more fascinated and taller.

Judging by the experience she gained from homeschooling, this at least represents insight and experience.

After a while, the chubby shopkeeper really came over with a bowl of rice wine, put it on the table, smiled, Maitreya Buddha, Mandarin is no longer standard, and asked Zhao Zijian, "Hello brother, do we know each other?"

Zhao Zijian smiled, picked up the wine bowl and smelled it, took a sip, tasted it for a moment, and said with a smile: "Isn't this an acquaintance?"

As he spoke, he got up, stretched out his hand, and said, "My surname is Zhao, Zhao Zijian." ”

The fat boss was stunned for a moment, wiped his hands on the apron, and also stretched out his big hand, shook Zhao Zijian, still smiling, and said: "Nan Yuanfeng, call me Lao Nan in the future, hehe." Brother, you sit, use it slowly. ”

After saying that, nodding to each other, he turned back, still busy.

It was seven o'clock, the two finished eating, Zhao Zijian got up to settle the bill, the proprietress insisted on confiscating the money for the bowl of rice wine, Zhao Zijian didn't insist, paid with his mobile phone, and went back to school with Qi Fangbing with a slight sense of wine.

When he sent her downstairs to the dormitory, he waved his hand, said "see you back", turned around and walked back.

Qi Fangbing stood at the door of the dormitory and stared at his back for a long time.

And it is conceivable that she had already made an appointment with her best friend in the afternoon, but then she missed the appointment, and she would inevitably be crusaded when she went back.

Of course, Zhao Zijian didn't know about these things.

With three points of wine, he walked back slowly, and when he arrived home, it was about eight o'clock.

The young lady Wu Qianqian is finally gone.

Standing under the tree in front of the court and teasing Huang Duanzi a few words, back to the villa, Luo Xiaozhong was playing a game, saw Zhao Zijian, and subconsciously wanted to hide his mobile phone, Zhao Zijian was not angry, and went over to watch him play a game with a smile, and then turned around and went upstairs.

After finding two rooms, Xu is movement alarmed Xie Yuqing, and finally she opened her mouth to call him, "It's in the practice room!" Zhao Zijian looked for it.

She looked the same as usual, smelled the smell of wine on Zhao Zijian's body, and was surprised, quickly got up from the mat, came over to smell it, supported Zhao Zijian, and said with a smile: "You really went to Qin Bingxuan to drink? I just show it in front of her......! How much did you drink?"

Zhao Zijian hugged her slowly, the stubble on his chin rubbed against her back, and he didn't speak for a long time.

After half a minute passed, Xie Yuqing pushed him away slowly but firmly, looked at him, and with a look of inquiry, he waved his hand and said, "I have found a new delicious place, I will take you to eat it another day!"

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