On the streets tonight, with the eerie whining, street lamps and billboards shook violently, and many pedestrians were so scraped that they could not even walk steadily. In the hazy twilight, Shang Yiming followed "Sister Yun". He was surprised to find that, unlike the girls in his impression, Li Yunqing did not wrap her face in a hat or scarf so that her eyes could barely be exposed, nor did she tremble and shrink her neck, and her hands were deeply inserted into her pockets - she held her head high, her arms swayed subconsciously with grace and calmness, and the face that always radiated brilliance in Shang Yiming's eyes was completely exposed to the cold air, and she was facing the cold wind that he felt as sharp as a knife, and the hair of her shawl was gently stirred. It had been less than five minutes since they walked out of the Hongye Building, and the cheeks were already flushed, but it was clear that they could not have suddenly twisted to the broad shoulders or chest of the side of the body like the cheeks of some other women passing by on the road.

Shang Yiming saw Li Yunqing looking left and right, like a leisurely stroll, and he didn't know whether to admire or worry in his heart. However, the girl occasionally turned her head a few times, and just met his gaze, and his incomprehensible feeling suddenly turned into nervousness. Every time the two of them didn't speak, Li Yunqing always smiled faintly, and then turned his gaze away, which made him feel very embarrassed.

"Sister Yun, then, that ......" Shang Yiming finally realized that he shouldn't walk all the way out of politeness, but he didn't say a word, "Do you usually play basketball?" "Ah, what......" Li Yunqing looked at him in surprise.

When he reported for his freshman year, he saw Li Wei for the first time in the dormitory, and the first sentence he said was exactly the same as this one.

There are only a handful of people in Shang Yiming's life who can be called "friends", and the important reason is that he is not good at socializing. For people he doesn't know or don't know well, even if he has a sincere intention to make friends, he doesn't know how to talk to them—except when he is engaged in liaison and communication with authors arranged by the editorial department of a publishing house, and when he performs the task of collecting intelligence assigned by Yugong in group activities, he often chooses to avoid it silently. When he encounters situations that cannot be avoided, he tries to pick something that he can talk about. In this way, the question of football or basketball became almost his first greeting to every stranger who could become a friend, after all, he was not sure whether the other person was interested in literature and history. Fortunately, in the past, such "opening remarks" basically started with "buddies" and "brothers", and the popularity of football and basketball in men's circles goes without saying.

"Oh, I mean to say...... The day after tomorrow is Saturday. This...... This week, you'...... You're quite busy here at the center, do you still come here on weekends? Well...... Playing basketball is a great way to relax, I ...... "Hehe, you didn't seem to talk so much before, at least not when you first arrived at ......the center." Listening to Shang Yiming's stumbling, Li Yunqing wanted to laugh, but found that the muscles in his face were frozen and almost frozen, "I can't decide by myself if I can't pass this weekend, but I will relax if I have time." It's just that I don't play basketball, I like to practice other things. "Oh, good. "You don't have to worry about the weekends, and you don't have to be a nail in the nail every day. "Ahh......h Everyone needs to relax, as long as your group hasn't given you anything to do on Saturday and Sunday. "Our group...... Uh, no. ”

There are several fast-food restaurants on the first floor of the building, but they are not very prosperous, and two have changed their signboards in the past two months, and Li Yunqing does not seem to plan to enter. After leaving the building, they walked about 100 meters east against the wind, and there were some small restaurants along the way, but Li Yunqing glanced at the door at most and walked away, she had never been to these restaurants, and some of them didn't look as neat as the building. "Alas, it's a pity that the 'cross-bridge rice noodles' have moved away. She sighed as they stood outside the chain of the long-established steamed bun shop on the street that the country's leaders had patronized, and which, as far as Li Yunqing knew, was the most persistent storefront near the building, and had gained a foothold long before the center moved. "How is it here?" Li Yunqing pointed to the signboard of the bun shop, "You should be used to eating, right?" "I'm used to eating, I'm used to everything." It mainly depends on what you like to eat. "Let's go. The two kept their distance and entered the bun shop together.

Probably because of the rush hour, less than half of the tables in the huge restaurant were "occupied" by customers, but they came unfortunately, and there were four or five people lined up in front of the restaurant. "Sister Yun, what do you want to eat, tell me, and then you go find a seat and wait for a while. "No, no, there are so many empty tables. Moreover, it will not let you break the bank today. "Uh, no, no, where can a few buns be called a fee?" Shang Yiming said as he strode forward to rush to the front desk, "I'm a big man, I can't teach you to pay for anything." Li Yunqing raised his hand to stop him: "Listen to me, last time you saw through the liar and made a great contribution to the center, but you have not been rewarded." Today's steamed bun I came to invite, it is not a delicacies of the mountains and seas, but I would like to express my gratitude to you on behalf of the center. A few words were said gently and tactfully, Shang Yiming listened to it so that his bones were crispy, where could he still take care of the meaning of "reward", "treat" and "thanks"?

Li Yunqing ordered a pound of steamed buns, some of which sold the best stuffing, and some of which had the most expensive unit price. "Sister Yun, that's enough. Too much to eat. Shang Yiming persuaded. "I'm hungry, are you hungry too?" "Sister Yun" stared at the menu hanging on the wall, and asked for a lot of cold dishes, including meat foods such as sauced beef and vinegar fish. The window for the cold dishes is next to the window for the steamed buns, and there are no other customers there at present, Shang Yiming asked Li Yunqing to line up to get the steamed buns, and he brought two large trays over, and took away the cold dishes that had already been prepared on the side dish chef's list according to his list. As he cautiously walked towards a large table he had chosen, he glanced at Li Yunqing's team, where there were only two people left in front of her.

Suddenly, a stout figure broke through Shang Yiming and Li Yunqing's field of vision. The man, dressed in a slightly dirty red coarse cloth coat, trotted out of the bun window from the front desk and stood directly next to the man at the head of the line. Shang Yiming put the tray and looked at it, and saw that this was a woman in her thirties, with dark skin and rough hands. She leaned against the window table, swept the contents of the customer's plate at the head of the line, straightened her arm, and handed the list in her hand to the window. When Shang Yiming approached her, he heard Li Yunqing's whisper: "No quality!" He felt the weight of anger from her words for the first time.

"Master?" Shang Yiming leaned behind the woman in the coarse cloth coat and whispered. It was probably after the second call that the woman reacted that she was calling her, and seeing that she glanced back at herself, Shang Yiming continued: "You have to queue up to buy steamed buns. His tone was calm, and the woman in the coarse cloth coat looked at him, blinked at the three people lined up in the word "one", and said, "Oh, there is a queue." Then he walked back and lined up behind Li Yunqing.

"You eat first, I'll wash my hands. And returning to the table from the sink in the corner of the lobby, Li Yunqing found that Shang Yiming did not touch the food on the table, just stared out the window. She followed his point of view, but saw that the woman who had just cut in line was outside the bun shop, holding the bag of buns she had bought in one hand and a little boy of eight or nine years old in the other, who was stuffing the buns into her mouth with a big gulp. The backs of the mother and son gradually faded away, and finally turned into a blur in the light of the night.

Li Yunqing sat down and touched Shang Yiming's eyes again. She glanced out the window at where the two had just been, then at the window of the bun, and finally at him as if asking. He looked at her and shook his head.