Yan Heqing quit WeChat, today is Monday, not his work time.

Yan Heqing cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks to wash, and after washing, he wiped the dishes with a dry rag, dried them and put them back on the dish rack.

I went back to the room and did the questions for a while, and Yan Heqing went out.

It was cold, so he put on a scarf and changed into a pair of non-slip booties.

The booties are hairy and warm.

The price is not cheap, but Yan Heqing pays the bill very neatly.

Every winter in the future, he must have the fragrance of plum and warmth.

Yan Heqing has never been to T University, and T University is about five places lower than Beijing University, and Beijing University is one south and one north.

Yan Heqing turned three lines and took two and a half hours to get to T University.

It was class time, the T gate was relatively deserted, the snow stopped, the snow on the road quickly melted, and only the street trees were piled up with a large or small snowdrift.

Yan Heqing stood under a tree on the left side of the gate of T University, quietly looking at the door.

Lin Fengzhi only has three classes in the morning today, and he is about to end school.

Yan Heqing's memory of Lin Fengzhi is stuck in the appearance of a five-year-old child.

When Lin Fengzhi appeared, Yan Heqing still recognized him at a glance.

A few centimeters lower than him, his face is like a freshly shelled egg, and his smile is the breath of sunshine.

Lin Fengzhi was afraid of the cold, the temperature plummeted today, and he was still sleeping early in the morning, when Lu Muchi came in on the phone.

"It's cooled down, warm pants, cashmere sweater, down jacket, snow boots, scarf, hat, gloves are all wrapped, don't want the temperature for the little girl, and then like the last time you wore a thin cold and cold, you can't eat strawberries for a day."

Lin Fengzhi, "You're so verbose......"

But he was still obediently wrapped into a bear.

Lin Fengzhi and two or three classmates walked past Yan Heqing while talking.

"I don't have classes in the afternoon, so let's go play ice hockey. It's been a long time since I've been there, and my hands are itchy. ”

"Next time, I'll have something to do in a while."

"Yo, there's a situation!"

A few people talked and laughed and walked away.

Yan Heqing stood in place, calmly looking at Lin Fengzhi's back.

Walking across the sidewalk, Lin Fengzhi suddenly stopped, he turned around, and the boy with glasses next to him also stopped. "What's wrong?"

Lin Fengzhi's pupils gradually dilated, and he raised his feet and ran to the opposite side, "You guys go first!" ”

Against the flow of people, Lin Fengzhi was very anxious, and kept saying: "I'm sorry, please let go, I'm sorry ......"

Yan Heqing looked at Lin Fengzhi and strode towards him. Lin Fengzhi's white and delicate face was full of anxiety and surprise.

Yan Heqing clenched his fingers.

Getting closer.

At the last second when the red light turned on, Lin Fengzhi successfully ran in front of him.

Yan Heqing heard Lin Fengzhi's voice for the first time, and he sighed very lightly and fortunately.

Then, rubbing his arm.

In the next second, Lin Fengzhi's gentle voice came from behind him, "Little kitten, don't cross the road, it's dangerous." ”

There was a sound of the bag tearing, "It's so dirty, I'll take you to the shower after eating, okay?" ”

In the afterglow, Lin Fengzhi squatted beside the snowdrift, gently stroking the head of the stray cat with his right hand, and a pile of freeze-dried in the palm of his left hand, and the stray cat was eating silently.

Lin Fengzhi's pocket has a cat freeze-dried all year round.

A small pack, a few hundred pieces.

Lin Fengzhi waited for the stray cat to finish eating, carefully picked it up, and carefully protected it with a scarf.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it'll be here soon."

Lin Fengzhi was gentle and gentle, and the cat spoke, brushing Yan Heqing again and walking to the opposite side.

Yan Heqing stopped looking at him.

He withdrew his gaze and looked down at his red palm.

There was a moment when he had expected Lin Fengzhi to recognize him.

It doesn't matter if you lose your memory, will you have a little hesitation about their similar facial features?

The answer is, no.

Yan Heqing turned around, walked in the opposite direction of Lin Fengzhi, and walked away.

*

Yan Heqing walked along the road and arrived at a commercial plaza after a while.

The Christmas atmosphere is very strong, and there are many people shopping.

Yan Heqing took out his mobile phone and searched for nearby bookstores, but there was only one, he followed the map and turned left and entered the mall.

The heating in the mall was turned on, and the warm air was on, Yan Heqing took the electric escalator to the second floor, and then walked about 100 meters to the right, and then arrived at the "paper book".

Compared with other crowded stores, the number of people in the bookstore is significantly less.

Yan Heqing walked inside, the high bookshelves, and the occasional sound of turning pages made him feel very peaceful.

He slowly searched the shelves for the book he wanted, and soon found it—

"Fishing and Hunting Notes".

This is the work of the Russian writer Aksakov, written during the golden age of Russian literature in the 19th century.

There was no one in this row of bookshelves, Yan Heqing stopped, leaned his back against the bookshelf, lowered his head to open the book, and read quietly.

——

"Mr. Lu, it's here." The driver pulls over to the side of the road and turns around to report.

Lu Rin opened the door and got out of the car, "Don't wait for me, get off work." ”

Driver, "Yes." ”

Lu Rin closed the door, he was 189 tall, wearing a classic black coat with a simple cut, and on the way to the mall, passers-by looked sideways.

But the aura was so strong that even the people who handed out leaflets didn't dare to approach him.

As soon as I entered the mall, my pockets shook.

Lu Rin took out his mobile phone, and the caller was Xie Yunjie.

"Lao Lu, come out for a drink tonight?"

Lu Rin got on the escalator, "I'm not free." ”

Xie Yunjie replied, "Oh, you give yourself a holiday for Christmas, it's decided, the old place is eight o'clock, and Lao Chu is also here!" ”

The old place is the oxygen bar.

Xie Yunjie hung up the phone in seconds.

Lu Rin put away his mobile phone, and when he reached the second floor, he walked to the right.

Turning a page of the book, Yan Heqing saw a passage that he liked very much.

[A true angler must be energetic and very positive.]

He had to get up early and often get up before dawn; endure hot or humid, cold weather at noon; It is essential to concentrate when fishing; It is necessary to find favorable terrain, and to do this, it is necessary to travel around by boat often and make many attempts.

This is not something that a lazy person can do. ]

In the staggered gap of the bookshelves, a figure stopped behind Yan Heqing.

Lu Rin took out "The Biography of Fishing Gear" and stopped to read quietly.

Wow.

Occasional soft page turning.

Flowing in this tranquil space.

Yan Heqing has been immersed in the book and was awakened by his mobile phone.

He pulled out his phone.

It's the Oxygen manager.

Yan Heqing refused the call and sent a message: [It's inconvenient to answer in the bookstore, is there something wrong?] ]

The manager replied: [There is an event in the bar tonight, triple the salary.] ]

The manager knew that Yan Heqing was short of money.

Yan Heqing closed the book and turned it over to see the price, 48 yuan.

Thinking about it for 3 seconds, he replied: [Okay.] ]

Walk to the cash register with the book.

*

Leftovers from the night before the bar, free for staff.

Yan Heqing went to the bar for dinner.

After eating, he changed into work clothes, and the list was ready, 202 private rooms, a cup of Negroni, a cup of Godfather, and a cup of classical.

Xie Yunjie packed 202, and he or his friends would open it when they came.

Xie Yunjie likes to drink classics, Chu Ziyu loves to drink Godfather, and Negroni is ...... Lu Rin?

Yan Heqing swept the second floor quietly, pulled the curtains, and couldn't see the situation.

Yan Heqing calmly mixed the wine.