beloved does not come back

"Come to my office and talk." Yu Lang said, then turned and walked to the back room.

Before Jiang Tianxiao came back to his senses, he foolishly followed Yu Lang into the house.

Yu Lang sat down at the table, glanced at Jiang Tianxiao, and said first: "I didn't expect you to pass the exam here."

His shirt was spotless, and his narrow eyes were calm behind glasses.

In Jiang Tianxiao's memory, Yu Lang, who always sat at the counter of a small restaurant and read a book, overlapped a bit.It's just that Yu Lang was the small owner of Liangliang fast food restaurant at that time, and Jiang Tianxiao was a high school student who frequented it.But now Yu Lang is Teacher Yu, and Jiang Tianxiao is his student.

Jiang Tianxiao stammered: "Teacher Yu...you, no, you...how do you..."

"At that time, I just graduated with a Ph.D., and I got tired of reading, so I played for a while." Yu Lang raised his glasses on the bridge of his nose: "What major are you studying?"

"economy."

"Well, not bad," Yu Lang nodded: "How old is it?"

"I'm a senior this semester."

"Okay, you came to see me because you didn't go to class yesterday? I saw your name during the roll call, but I didn't expect it was really you."

It is said that the two had friendship before, Jiang Tianxiao should be relieved at this time.But now he felt uneasy and nervous for no reason—he couldn't adapt to this change all at once.

The person he had been thinking about for a long time at the beginning turned out to be... his teacher.

"Yesterday... I had a fever. You, you didn't go to class, so I'm here to make up for you today." A sentence was stumbling.

Yu Lang nodded bluntly: "Okay, I understand, then I won't hang you this time."

Jiang Tianxiao's back felt cold, and he thought to himself, what does it mean to "not hang you up this time", and hang up next time?

"You go to the counselor to write a note, ask the counselor to sign it, and then send it over. The final attendance will be included in the grade." Yu Lang said again.

Jiang Tianxiao: "..."

Yu Lang turned around and shook the mouse, the computer screen turned on, and he looked up at Jiang Tianxiao: "Is there anything else?"

"No...then I, I'm leaving, goodbye teacher."

"Goodbye."

Jiang Tianxiao walked out of the office, leaning against the shady wall, trying to digest the conversation of just a few minutes.

It turned out that Yu Lang had graduated with a Ph.D.—"When I got tired of reading, I played for a while."

Jiang Tianxiao couldn't help but think of the waiter in the bright fast food restaurant, the little girl who always wears a ponytail. She brought the rice covered with a thick layer of beef rolls to Jiang Tianxiao's table and said softly: "Signature beef rice! .”

17-year-old Jiang Tianxiao stared straight at the beef rice in front of him. He carefully used his chopsticks to push aside the thick rolled beef. Underneath were green vegetables, golden fried mushrooms, and neatly stacked onions. Silk and a round marinated egg.Pull these dishes apart to reveal the soft and glutinous white rice.

It was a big bowl of rice. Jiang Tianxiao felt full after eating half of it. He poked down with his chopsticks and picked out a pink shrimp.

... There is even a layer of shrimp on the bottom of the bowl!Shrimp are sprinkled with finely chopped seaweed, which is fresh and fragrant.

In the end, Jiang Tianxiao rubbed his bulging belly, looked at the big bowl in front of him with not a single grain of rice left, and fell into a fierce ideological struggle.

How could such a bowl of rice cost only ten yuan?

Yes, he knew when the waiter brought the meal that there must be a mistake.But in front of the delicious food, Jiang Tianxiao couldn't hold back.Anyway, it's the first time here, and the wrong meal is their problem... Jiang Tianxiao thought luckily.

He really hasn't eaten so much beef for a long time.Shrimp, I can’t remember when was the last time I ate shrimp.

But when the meal was over and he was full, he became worried again—what if the boss insisted on making him pay back the original price?Such a bowl - at least 30 yuan, right?

It's better to leave quickly, before they find out.

...It's a bit immoral, and it's not easy for others to open a small shop.

30 yuan, two days of living expenses.

Jiang Tianxiao was struggling in every possible way when someone patted his shoulder from behind.

He was so frightened that he shivered and turned his head. He was a handsome man with straight and long hair tied into a low ponytail.

In this small county, men with ponytails are rare.

"Is it delicious?" the man asked.

Jiang Tianxiao was taken aback: "Huh?" Then he realized that this person in front of him is the boss?

"Signature beef rice, is it delicious?" The man smiled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were bent, and his whole body softened in an instant.

"It's delicious..." The boss didn't realize that the wrong meal was served, so he came to ask for money now...

"This is our original recipe. Shrimp, beef and vegetables are all the freshest," the man said, reaching out for a menu from the empty table next to him: "Other varieties are also delicious, such as colorful Jambalaya, Potato Beef Rice, Pineapple Meat Diced Set... Welcome to come again next time, now the opening offer is ten yuan."

"Well, well, good." Jiang Tianxiao realized that the meal was right!

After that day, he went to Liangliang fast food restaurant to eat almost every day.Within a few days, he met his boss—that is, the man with the ponytail—his name is Yu Lang, a southerner.

Sometimes Jiang Tianxiao would like to ask Yu Lang, can you really make money? Such a good meal only costs ten yuan.But he swallowed the words again, one is that he eats it every day, and he is probably the one who enjoys the most cheap food, and the other is that if Yu Lang really raises the price, he will not be able to afford it anymore, This is not shooting yourself in the foot.

That year he was in the third year of high school, and in the small county under the jurisdiction of Gancheng, his life was like a boring and monotonous sentence in a political book: working hard to do questions, endorsing memorandum, day after day.

Before you know it, going to a bright fast food restaurant has become the most anticipated thing of the day. Delicious meals are the most direct and satisfying for the taste buds.This fast food restaurant is always clean, with a slight aroma of food floating in the air, and long and soft pure music is always playing in the store.That winter, abundant sunlight from the north shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, covering Jiang Tianxiao's body, and the heat penetrated through the heavy cotton shoes, covering his chilblained feet.

Jiang Tianxiao chewed the soft and glutinous braised pork, and his eyes unconsciously stuck to Yu Lang.Sometimes he was reading a book, and sometimes he was playing with his mobile phone. Jiang Tianxiao just stared at his picturesque side face, and was already a little out of breath.

But Jiang Tianxiao had to graduate, go to university, and leave this small county.

In the winter when I first arrived in Wuhan, it rained for 15 days.He is a native of the north, and he did not expect such a continuous light rain in winter, with cold water vapor in the wind, pouring into every pore.Huddled up on the bed in the dormitory at night, Jiang Tianxiao's mind was full of the big bag of foot warmers that Yu Lang gave him when he heard that his house didn't have heating when he was in the third year of high school.

Later, he was busy working, attending classes, and dealing with each other.When you get busy, the person you've been thinking about is gradually forgotten.

until today.

In the cool breeze in the summer morning, Jiang Tianxiao's palms were sweating.

Yu Lang, Yu Boss... Yu Teacher.

After lying in the dormitory in a daze for a week, the cold didn't get better, but continued to worsen.Jiang Tianxiao was in a daze, so he didn't bother to go to the counselor to issue a leave note, no, it's not so much a leave note, it's better to say that he was ridiculed and then left in disgrace.

Alas, I can't even open a leave note.

How should I explain this to Yu Lang, no, Teacher Yu.

At noon, Shen Zhe handed Jiang Tianxiao the antipyretics he bought along the way: "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? You've had a fever for a week."

"No need," Jiang Tianxiao said in a hoarse voice, "Maybe it's because all the illnesses accumulated in the past three years were born this time."

"You save money in the bank." Shen Zhe shook his head and smiled, and went to bed with his laptop to play games.

When Jiang Tianxiao took political economics in the morning, he burned up.He didn't have a thermometer on him, so he felt that he couldn't see the PPT in front of him clearly. On the way back to the dormitory after class, he had the urge to kneel down every step he took. After finally returning to the dormitory, he took a measurement, and it was 39.5 degrees.

There is also Yu Lang's class in the afternoon.

Jiang Tianxiao took out a capsule of Gankang bought by Shen Zhe, and swallowed it without even drinking water.After hesitating for a moment, he swallowed another pill.This afternoon, the fever will surely subside, right?

I took a nap at noon, and when I woke up, the temperature dropped, and my body felt much more comfortable.Jiang Tianxiao climbed out of bed with soft legs and moved towards the teaching building.It was quite early when he arrived in the classroom, so he chose the seat on the farthest side of the second row, a position where he could watch Yu Lang intently without being noticed.

...Oh, so obscene.

When Yu Lang walked into the classroom, he glanced at the students sitting in Wu Yaya.Just as Jiang Tianxiao was thinking that he might not be able to see me, the eyes of the two met in the air.It's just that Yu Lang's gaze was fluid, and he didn't stay on Jiang Tianxiao's face for half a second.

Yu Lang started to give a lecture, and Jiang Tianxiao listened with his chin propped up.He is still wearing a straight white shirt and trousers, revealing a meticulous look.Unlike other teachers who can't finish class without PPT, he didn't turn on the computer at all, holding a thin notebook in his hand, but only looked down occasionally.Most of the time, he talks to the students, his tone is flat, but his voice is nice.

So Jiang Tianxiao listened and fell asleep.

The other students had left, and Jiang Tianxiao had a fever and was sweating on his forehead, feeling uncomfortable, as if being smoldering in a kettle.The classroom was silent, only the sound of Yu Lang's approaching footsteps.

"Jiang Tianxiao, are you okay?" He was no longer indifferent, his voice was soft, a bit like coaxing a child: "Still have a fever?"

With that said, he put his palm on Jiang Tianxiao's forehead.

Yu Lang's hand was very cold and big, and when it was pressed against the hot skin, it immediately felt much refreshed.

His face was getting closer and closer, and Jiang Tianxiao could even see the faint fine lines at the corners of his eyes.

"It can't make people feel at ease," Yu Lang sighed, and his gentle tone was exactly the same as when he was in the bright fast food restaurant: "Is this more comfortable?"

Jiang Tianxiao was stunned, feeling a "boom" in his head.

However, before Jiang Tianxiao could ask "What is this like?" Yu Lang's face got closer and closer - he bent down and pressed his cheek against Jiang Tianxiao's flushed face.

"what!"

Jiang Tianxiao yelled and stood up abruptly from his chair.

No. 70 people in the class, including Yu Lang who was giving a lecture, all looked at him.

Jiang Tianxiao reacted for two seconds, and finally confirmed that he was dreaming.

Immediately afterwards, under the suspicious eyes of everyone, he said "wow" and vomited it out.