"What fritters! You're the old fritter!" I was a little excited.

Good things don't go out, and bad things go a thousand miles. I don't know who is talking, anyway, all my is known. "Fritters" have been said for some years, when my old man was still in the first year of junior high school, it was also bad luck, jealous of talents, and met a teacher who only knew how to intimidate, beat and scold students......

Alas, let's stop for now, and I remembered the sad thing again. Anyway, in line with the principle of non-violence and non-cooperation, I have learned two ways to protect myself: first, the old ox pulls the broken cart and drags it behind slowly, resolutely not showing its head; second, actively admits mistakes and resolutely does not change.

Thanks to these two magic weapons, I survived a year of betrayal and separation. This makes me very proud, and the only regret is that the name of "old fritters" has resounded on the south bank of the fifth largest tributary of the Yangtze River.

How did Gu Yue know my nickname? I didn't bother to find out which old classmate had defected, I just thought that he appeared too strangely.

He held the front of the car with one hand and waved at me with the other. When you get closer, the speed of the car does not slow. Lifting the front of the car suddenly, the bicycle jumped over the steps of the sidewalk, and when he saw that it was about to hit me, he turned the car sideways again,—— he had never felt that the sound of the wheels rubbing against me was so good, and the last "bang" grinded - the car was stopped.

"Are you the one behind me?" I muttered.

"What?" Gu Yue didn't seem to hear clearly, but fortunately he didn't.

Shen ...... It's nothing. "I turned around, where was the figure of Senior Sister Shen.

"Why are you here?" I tried to pretend that nothing happened, but I was really not a good actor.

"I live here every day. Gu Yue replied.

"What are you doing every day?" I was like a second monk, confused.

"What else can I do, go to school. You're dizzy. Gu Yue smiled, as if looking at my joke.

"What time is it, I don't have a watch. ”

"It's past five o'clock, I'll go out early today. ”

"Is it all at this time?" I seemed to ask him, or to myself, or I didn't ask anyone. One night has passed, time is really a discredited guy, slow down seems to drive people crazy, fast up makes people so lost. "In winter, it's late at dawn, and I thought it was only midnight?"

"What did you do last night?" asked Gu Yue with concern.

"Nothing, can't sleep, just walk around. "There are a lot of things that you can't tell people, like this one.

However, I soon regretted it, because Gu Yue was also a cultivator, although it was later than I came into contact with it. Did he even get started? I shook my head, but that's not the point. "Yesterday I met some practitioners who tried to work against us. ”

Gu Yue's movements froze, and when he was on guard, it actually gave me a feeling of being a master of cultivation. At that moment, it seemed that something invisible erupted from him, which reminded me of the divine sense of a cultivator and the murderous aura unique to a martial artist. But he's just getting started, so can he have the ability to fight like this? Maybe it's an illusion.

"What happened later?" asked Gu Yue.

"There are seniors who have made a move, but fortunately nothing big happened in the end. "He didn't seem to know about me and the Dragon Maiden, so I didn't mention it. But I didn't know where to start when I wanted to talk about other things, so I had to be almost perfunctory.

"This is not the place to talk, let's go back to school first. He seemed to think of something, and he looked like he wanted to say something.

"You're ...... now"

"Don't say anything, get in the car. ”

Two men, and it's a thin man who takes me to a fat man, and you don't have to think about it to know that it's not good-looking. However, my riding skills are not good, and I can barely ride now. On the way, countless classmates looked at us with strange eyes and walked away mercilessly. With me in the back seat, he didn't seem to be able to pedal at all, and after a while he was out of breath - sure enough, he was just an ordinary person. Even if you practice under the guidance of a good teacher, after all, the time is still short, not to mention that a practitioner is also a human being.

In the alley between the Internet café and the hotel, the breakfast stall was already overcrowded. And Gu Yue's car stopped without warning. He went to buy breakfast, at this obviously out of place. I thought he was in a hurry to go to school and talk about things that were out of the world, like his practice. But now, what can I say?

He is like a sardine crammed into a can, like an ant panicked after an ant that has exploded its nest, like a duckweed rising in the ocean......

I must have hallucinated, and I just felt like my whole body was like rotten wood, waiting for time to corrode. Hungry, hungry, very hungry. Hunger, long forgotten, is remembered in a moment, the moment the car stops, the moment it smells scented. Hunger cleared my brain and reminded me of countless trivia and boring metaphors for a short moment.

How long have I been hungry? How did I come over after the breakfast that Senior Sister Bai had treated? I was so awake as never before, but I couldn't remember the most important thing - the dragon girl's injury had not healed, and my blood was as useless as tears.

So I should go to dinner, but my bag is empty. Then again, if I had money, would I be able to bear not to eat? The world has come full circle and is back to square one, and I think of that early morning not long ago. Andy didn't have the money to invite me to dinner, and the classmate he was a guarantor didn't have the money to pay me back, and the big bucket of water in the classroom was yellow-green. The only difference is that I don't have a reason to go hungry.

Gu Yue was very happy, probably because of the regular customer, and the boss gave him special preferential treatment.

White gas rose and separated me from them. It's just the boss's words that pulled me back - "I'll bring you something nutritious today." ”

Before the words fell, the lid of a small pot was lifted, the rice wine inside had begun to boil, the boss raised his hand, and a few red dates on the table were all put in. Then pick up an egg and knock it lightly, and the egg slides into the pan. Closing the lid of the pot with his hand, the eggshell fell into the trash can as soon as he loosened his hand, and the dishes and chopsticks ready to be packed took only a few seconds, and then the water in the pot began to boil again.

I leaned forward again, the lid opened, the red dates rose and fell with the waves, and the poached eggs had taken shape. The aroma kept me from thinking about anything else until Gu Yue was about to leave with sweet wine eggs and steamed dumplings.

I've also cooked, and this will only get you a bowl of egg drop soup that can't even be called a bowl of eggs, how can you make soft-boiled eggs?

I digressed again. This boss is obviously not an ordinary person. His movements were so natural that I only felt a certain beauty and ignored a lot of things that didn't make sense.