From the suburban area where Cheng Jiayi's studio is located, driving back to the urban area where Ye Qingyun's house is located, the route is like two right-angled sides of a right-angled triangle. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info is obviously the shortest hypotenuse on the distance, but there is no straight hypotenuse between two points on the map, you must first go straight to the north, then turn right, 90 degrees, and then go straight to the east.

In the car, it was still the local radio station they listened to together in the morning, the evening song program, the male anchor's voice had a charming magnetism, and the beautiful poems led to a song by Eason Chan's "Early Long Distance".

Behind the slightly noisy prelude, he is different from the gentle and tactful tone when singing love songs, with a slightly low and straightforward voice, deducing a kind of indomitable helplessness.

"Sitting in the chair at the back of the carriage | Seeing the ever-smaller scenery | Looking at the world of the past | The body is running forward"

It fits well with the quiet atmosphere in the car.

Cheng Jiayi was still immersed in his unbearable performance today, his morale was low, and he looked out the window in silence. The legs unconsciously bent again, and they wrapped their hands around their knees - an insecure posture.

Ye Qingyun: "What's wrong?" ”

Cheng Jiayi shook his head with his chin against his arm: "No, maybe you're hungry......"

Ye Qingyun: "What do you want to eat?" ”

Cheng Jiayi didn't seem to hear his question, but said: "Thank you today, and let you do manual work, in fact, you don't have to come to pick me up...... I...... It's nothing...... Thank you......"

Ye Qingyun: "What are you polite to me?" Do you have to stay up late every day? ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Hmm...... Pretty much...... If there is nothing special, I will always see the courier take the goods away, so I feel more at ease and go home, but I usually don't have to get started by myself, today there are two people who ask for leave, only to ......" to the end of the voice is getting lower and lower, and gradually dissolves and does not continue to export.

Ye Qingyun took it: "Well......"

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On the north-facing section, the street lamp is a "Y" shape with two corners on the top of the head that hang gracefully downward, one on the left and one on the right. There are flower beds that stand in the middle of the road to separate the lanes.

It may be that the government, in order to save energy, does not open at the same time, one to the left, one to the right, alternately standing guard. There are also several lamps that are simply dark because of failures.

So outside the window is different shades of black, not to mention the scenery.

In the night, the car drove to the right angle of the planned route at the fastest speed allowed, Cheng Jiayi looked at the red light across the road in a daze, and then suddenly realized that their car was parked on the straight road and did not turn 90 degrees to the right according to the scheduled route.

Cheng Jiayi turned his head in confusion and asked Ye Qingyun, "Where are you going?" ”

Ye Qingyun: "Go to dinner." ”

Cheng Jiayi suddenly said: "Oh...... ...... to the

Ye Qingyun: "What do you want to eat?" ”

Cheng Jiayi: "You are all going here, you must have an intention, why are you still asking me?" ”

Ye Qingyun: "I still want to hear your opinion, anyway, the road is accessible in all directions......

Cheng Jiayi: "Then let's go eat noodles, it's so late, just keep it simple." ”

Ye Qingyun: "Okay, is there any noodle shop that recommends it?" ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Uh...... Let me think...... There is a restaurant opposite the library, which is delicious and special, with a variety of tomato flavored noodles, tomato beef, tomato black fish, as long as they have on the menu, you can make tomato flavor! ”

Ye Qingyun: "You like to eat tomatoes very much?" ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Hmm...... Actually, it's okay, the main thing is that I like to drink soup, and the noodle soup with tomatoes is sweet and sour...... Do you like tomatoes? Yes...... It doesn't matter, their white-cut chicken is delicious too! ”

Ye Qingyun: "I'm OK...... It's across the library from the library, right? ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Hmm. ”

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In a small city like Hecheng, the time of dinner is actually quite early, the general company gets off work at 5 o'clock, and eats at 6-7 o'clock when you get home.

And for supper, it's obviously too early.

So at this time, in the noodle shop, there was only one table of diners left, two middle-aged men sitting facing each other, the noodle bowl was empty, but there was still a plate of chicken and a plate of peanuts in the middle drinking wine.

The small area of the store is much more open than when it is busy because of the empty relationship, and the proprietress cleans up the empty bowls left by the customers at the previous table, wipes the table vigorously with a rag, and greets with a smile when she sees someone coming in: "What kind of noodles to eat?" ”

Ye Qingyun: "Do you have any recommendations?" The voice was in the direction of Cheng Jiayi.

Cheng Jiayi looked up at the menu hanging on the wall, and said casually: "I like tomato black fish noodles the most." ”

Ye Qingyun: "Okay." ”

So Cheng Jiayi said to the proprietress: "Two bowls of tomato black fish noodles, thank you~"

Ye Qingyun immediately changed his words: "A bowl of tomato black fish, a bowl of tomato pork liver, thank you!" ”

Cheng Jiayi was puzzled: "Do you like to eat pork liver?" Then what do I recommend? ”

Ye Qingyun: "No, the pork liver is for you." ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Huh? No! I don't eat pork liver! ”

Ye Qingyun: "People with anemia are not qualified to be picky eaters. ”

Cheng Jiayi muttered: "But I really don't eat pork liver...... Again...... Anemia is not something that can be cured by eating a meal of pork liver......"

Ye Qingyun: "After that, I will eat a few more meals every once in a while." ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Huh? ”

While speaking, the tomato pork liver noodles were already out of the pot and brought over by the proprietress .

Cheng Jiayi frowned, and pushed the noodle bowl in front of Ye Qingyun with a look of resistance, Ye Qingyun smiled, pushed it back, and quickly pulled out a pair of chopsticks and put it on the noodle bowl for her, and said like a child: "Eat it obediently, and reward you with black fish fillet in a while." ”

Cheng Jiayi grabbed the chopsticks, still hesitant: "But the taste of pork liver ......"

Ye Qingyun encouraged: "Maybe it will be better if you put it in tomato-flavored soup?" ”

Cheng Jiayi pouted: "I'm afraid that the soup is also soaked in the taste of pork liver......

Ye Qingyun didn't care: "How do you know if it's delicious if you don't try it?" Let's eat...... Not really...... Change the black fish to you. ”

Cheng Jiayi reluctantly scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth first, the taste of pork liver was masked by the richness of the tomato, and it didn't seem to be so unacceptable, so he took a small bite of the chopsticks noodles, well, the noodles were not affected much, but it was okay.

Then she relieved herself to change her expression of relief, stretched out and ate, avoiding the pork liver, only sandwiching noodles and tomatoes, and eating them slowly with the soup.

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When the tomato black fish noodles were served, Cheng Jiayi still didn't touch a piece of pork liver, Ye Qingyun smiled helplessly: "How about you eat a piece......

Cheng Jiayi resisted: "Don't eat." ”

Ye Qingyun: "That...... Or...... You eat a piece of pork liver, and I give you a piece of black fish? ”

Cheng Jiayi shook his head.

Ye Qingyun: "Those two black fish? ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Why are you so stubborn? ”

Ye Qingyun: "If you don't eat pork liver, you are called stubborn!" ”

Cheng Jiayi: "......"

After the silence, he said coldly: "Hey...... Do you like me? I couldn't help but regret it when I asked.

Therefore, this sudden question choked the soup that Ye Qingyun had just drunk into his mouth into a violent cough in his throat, Cheng Jiayi hurriedly pulled the tissue and handed it over, thinking anxiously: Don't answer, I don't actually want to know!

Fortunately, Ye Qingyun, who had calmed down his cough after wiping his mouth, avoided the seriousness and threw the question back as it was: "What about you?" Like me? ”

Me? Do you like it?

Cheng Jiayi pondered and switched to a charming smile: "I like it, I've liked it since I was a child!" It's a cute expression that wrinkles up with the nose. made Ye Qingyun's heart skip a beat nervously. I almost misunderstood that it was a confession.

However, then, as if to save her impulse, she then said cheerfully: "The kind of liking between friends may be a little more than that of friends, that is, they think you are very good, so they like you, they feel that they appreciate you, so they like, they feel trustworthy, so they like it, but it is not the same as love, in short, it is, not the kind of love that is." ”

yes, how can you ask such a question impulsively? What if he really says he likes it, if he really says he likes it? It's best to maintain the relationship between good friends now, so it's the most reassuring! Damn Liu Meng, hurt me......

Ye Qingyun listened to her explanation, and at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a trace of loss in her heart: I know, I know that your liking for me is different from love, I have always known it, but is it possible for such a liking to become love?

Of course, he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't dare to answer the question he threw back.

Ye Qingyun smiled bitterly and took two pieces of black fish into her bowl. Cheng Jiayi ate happily and changed the subject: "Why don't you tell me about you and Jessica?" ”

Ye Qingyun: "Okay." I ...... with Jessica."

After a pause, his gaze fell on her bowl, and it turned into an interesting mode of talking about conditions: "You finish eating the pork liver, and I will tell you!" ”

Cheng Jiayi: "Huh? Then I don't want to listen to it! ”

Ye Qingyun smiled, and sandwiched two black fish fillets to her: "Is my story so unattractive?" ”

Cheng Jiayi stared at the two extra white and tender fish fillets in the bowl, and his thoughts suddenly withdrew and he lost his mind.

If you are careful enough, on the delicate wisps of fish, you can still see the slight dents left by Ye Qingyun's black chopsticks just now.

So.

Chinese who are good at using chopsticks, Chinese who are good at using chopsticks to desperately pick up dishes into other people's bowls in order to express warm hospitality at the table, is there something wrong with the act of "picking dishes" that is regarded as hospitality?

Cheng Jiayi, who finally transitioned from an ambiguous topic to a natural one, had already eaten two pieces of black fish fillets in a casual manner, and realized in a trance that the black fish fillets that were sandwiched into his bowl should theoretically, in fact, still have the saliva brought from Ye Qingyun's chopsticks......

Saliva? Isn't it too intimate?

So, the chopsticks that slowly fell into the bowl unexpectedly avoided the black fish fillet, picked up the dark gray, coarse, pork liver, which was the opposite of white and tender in appearance, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

It doesn't seem to be as hard to swallow as I thought.