At almost 6 o'clock in the evening, the train arrived in Zhangping City, and we got off.

When I got out of the car, Zhao Basai gave me a gilded business card, on which was the contact information of the Southern Military Science and Technology Company, according to him, there was a certain level, and if I encountered something, I could seek help from the Southern Company.

As for when you need to turn to one of the best warmongers in the country... Well, it's all in plain sight.

Jiang Xiaobai's butler, a middle-aged man, I call him Uncle Qian, summoned a carriage in the square in front of the train station, and we sat on it and drove to our residence in the Anran district of Zhangping City.

Baron Jiang Yu did not live in a manor in the suburbs like my father. On the contrary, as a professor who often receives visitors or travels, he buys a villa in the bustling city near a public garden.

Jiang Xiaobai and I were silent all the way. The difference is that I'm so confused that I don't know what I'm thinking. Until now, I don't know why the half-hour carriage ride passed all at once. As for Jiang Xiaobai, when I met him in Beijing later, I drank with him, and he said with a big tongue that he was thinking about what I would do if I suddenly broke the window and escaped.

Well, that's really my good brother.

"Two gentlemen, it's here."

I looked up suddenly, and I couldn't help but feel anxious when I saw the same cobblestone pedestrian street I had seen three years ago, the same petunia railing, and the same café with a large parasol against the scorching evening sun.

Jiang Xiaobai grabbed my shoulder with one hand and dragged me out of the car by pulling my windbreaker.

Uncle Qian jumped out of the car one step earlier and said a few words to the maid who was looking at us curiously in front of the villa.

"Master, look who's coming!" The maid called softly and ran into the door of the villa.

Soon, Mr. Jiang, whom he hadn't seen for a few years, strode out, laughing and opening his arms to greet us.

As an old friend of Gu Xiang, Jiang Yu's appearance is much better than that fat man of Gu Xiang. At that time, he was very well-proportioned, ruddy, his eyes were bright, his steps were steady, and he felt very energetic when he hugged me.

I smiled and walked over to him and opened my arms for a bear hug that he liked best. "Hello Mr. Jiang! You're still so healthy. ”

When hugging and greeting Jiang Yu, I seemed to see a shadow dangling at the gate of the villa, and my heart subconsciously tightened.

"Is that her?" I could clearly feel the uncontrollable tension in my heart, just as I had in the 50-metre confrontation with the Portuguese when I was an intern in the Sri Lankan squadron.

Jiang Yu didn't seem to feel my emotional changes, (of course, after I calmed down, I felt that he must be pretending to be confused) He hugged me fiercely, then smiled and patted Jiang Xiaobai's arm, and pulled me into the villa.

"You kid hasn't been here for several years, why, you can't remember the teacher and me after graduation?" He quipped, "This time, Xiaobai pulled you here, you have to stay for a few days." ”

I quickly scanned the hall without a trace, but I didn't find her, and I felt a little relieved, so I also responded with a smile: "Thank you, teacher, then I'm welcome." ”

Jiang Yu nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly said, "I haven't eaten yet, so you shouldn't have eaten either, right?" He turned his head to Jiang Xiaobai and looked at him, and said with a smile: "As before, I heard that you cook very well." ”

"Ah, ah, yes, I'm good at making Sichuan food." I don't know why Jiang Yu suddenly asked this, and I felt a little bad in my heart, but I replied without getting the instructions of my brain: "Do you want to taste the taste of the craft?" ”

Jiang Yu and Jiang Xiaobai, father and son, laughed embarrassed and smug at the same time, and at the same time slightly embarrassed, while shirking "How embarrassing is this" and "You are a guest", while asking Uncle Qian to take me to the kitchen.

The Jiang family's kitchen is open-plan, and the dining room can be seen directly from the kitchen. However, when I was cooking, there was no one in the restaurant, and even the maids who had helped me prepare the spices and work for me gradually disappeared one by one.

After I finished cutting the peppers, I looked up in some surprise and spun around.

"Hey, what's the matter, why is there no one, and the servants don't send me anything?" I'm a little dissatisfied, is this just for me to make the most of my super chef cooking skills?

I poured a spoonful of peanut oil into the pan, unscrewed the gas valve, and began to heat the oil, ready for a stir-fry that showed off my true strength.

Then, in the crackling sound of the oil gradually "crackling", in the sound of my "da-da-da" chopping pork, a trace of footsteps that was so light that it was almost imperceptible came to my ears clearly.

Now that I think about it, maybe at that time, I subconsciously always felt that it was the right thing to happen when her footsteps sounded at that time.

She pursed her lips and looked silently at the man in the kitchen who was cutting meat with his back to her.

He was still wearing a pale yellow trench coat, just like he wore in college. His posture was still so straight, even in the kitchen, he still did not hunch over.

He became mature, she thought. He's more manly, she thought again.

The sound of the man's knife slowly thinned out, and finally stopped at some point.

He and she were motionless and silent. As a result, only the slight popping sound of boiling oil was left in the space, which only showed the silence at this time.

When the oil was completely boiling, he finally pushed the cut meat to the side of the cutting board with a kitchen knife, reached out and grabbed a piece of ginger and peeled it in front of him.

"Control the oil temperature and help me peel a garlic." He said.

So, as if suddenly she had suddenly transformed from a still sculpture to a real person, she walked up to him, turned down the heat, and bent down to pick up a garlic and began to peel it.

Everything was very natural, just like in college, when he was doing experiments with her, she helped him get the materials.

So they chopped vegetables together, salted meat together, leaned motionless against the wall together, and looked down at the tiled floor of the kitchen together, like a flower blooming on the ground.

So the man began to stir-fry, and the woman prepared the seasoning according to the man's habits, so that the man could reach out and get the desired seasoning as smoothly as possible.

The dinner was done very well, as well as the eight experiments they had done together.

Those eight experiments all got the evaluation of "A", and he and she were very happy at that time. On the day he got his report card, he and she went to a restaurant outside the university town to have a good meal, and then went out to the sightseeing corridor by the sea for a crazy half of the night. Until the sky was white, and in the breeze before dawn, he smiled and sent her back to the dormitory.

And downstairs in the dormitory, she quietly looked him in the eye.

He still remembered how clear and calm her eyes were.

He still vividly remembers that he began to panic, began to dodge, and finally turned and fled.

I didn't even have the courage to turn around and look at her again.

Later, he didn't look for her again, and she didn't go to him.

It's just that his younger brother, a guy named Jiang Xiaobai, beat his roommate severely. Funnily enough, the unlucky guy who was beaten didn't fight back.

After placing the last spicy roast rabbit on the plate, he and her finally made eye contact for the first time in nearly four years.

She looked at him quietly, and he looked at her quietly. This time, there was no panic in his eyes, and her eyes were still clear.

"I—" He shook his head as soon as she said this.

"I can't let you say it this time." He pursed his lips, looked up and took a deep breath, looked at her again, opened his mouth, closed it again, and immediately opened it again. This was repeated several times, and finally deflated.

She couldn't help but laugh, thinking of the time he saw a flying cockroach in the laboratory, let out a thrilling scream, and finally had to rely on himself to shoot it to death with a broom, while he, a big man, had to shrink on the laboratory table and did not dare to step forward.

"Hey, Li Ruchu." She took a step forward, he subconsciously stepped back, and then reacted, and also stepped forward and looked at her face to face.

"Hey, Jiang Xiaoan." He spoke, barely getting over his panic, but his face was red.

She smiled and waited for him to speak.

"I like you." He finally mumbled the words. Then, as if dissatisfied with his timidity, he opened his mouth and said again, "I like you." ”

"Li Ruchu likes Jiang Xiaoan, I, Li Ruchu, like you Jiang Xiaoan!"

"I know." She whispered, "I knew that night, I just wanted to see when you would say that to me." ”

"If you like someone, you can't hide it."