Dazed

Fuck, how can there be no need to worry.

Qi Zheng squatted irritably on the street opposite the police station. The sun started to set, and the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased. However, even so, the strangers passing by saw Qi Zheng squatting opposite the police station. Stay on him for two seconds, then move away.

What the hell are you looking at? Qi Zheng smoked a cigarette like those street boys, and continued to wait. Liang Siyue has been in for half an hour. What kind of questioning takes so long? What happened to Liang Siyue without telling him?

He couldn't stop muttering to himself when the classic Nokia ringtone in his pocket rang, and Qi Zheng picked it up without looking at it. Sure enough, the person on the phone was Cao Jingxing, and he asked softly as usual: "Go back to the dormitory for dinner tonight." dinner?"

"You eat first, I guess I won't be able to go back until very late." Qi Zheng replied, wondering when Liang Siyue would come out, and why the police are so grumpy now.

Cao Jingxing thought that Qi Zheng and Liang Siyue were staying together, so he said, "Okay, have fun, bye."

Cao Jingxing's phone calls are always so concise, without any nonsense, just about to hang up, but Qi Zheng suddenly stopped him and asked, "Hey, do you know what kind of situation a person will be brought into the police station to ask?" talk?"

"Taken for questioning by the police?" Cao Jingxing asked suspiciously, and then said, "If you are close to the criminal or have a high suspicion, otherwise the police will only record it at the scene and will not call you back to the police station for questioning."

When Qi Zheng heard this sentence, his worry suddenly increased, "Oh, that's it, okay, I'll hang up, bye."

Cao Jingxing never liked to get to the bottom of things, so he didn't say much when he heard Qi Zheng asking such a strange question, and said goodbye to him.

Qi Zheng put the phone in his pocket, turned his neck, and then clasped his fingers with both hands. There was a "click" sound. He stood up and jumped, walked to the gate of the police station, and saw a man in a police uniform The policeman came out, handed him a cigarette, and asked, "When will the questioning here end?"

The man stretched out his hand and pushed it, said "I don't smoke", and then asked Qi Zheng, "Which one did you ask, there are so many questions in there."

"Uh... a little girl, about my age, who just arrived."

Suddenly, the man glanced at Qi Zheng up and down, and said, "Are you her boyfriend?"

Qi Zheng nodded, and heard him say again: "That's not sure, you go back first, the sky is so dark, we will be responsible for sending the little girl home after asking her questions, don't worry."

Hearing this, Qi Zheng had no choice but to give up, went back to the side of the road, and waited.

However, it was eight o'clock in the evening. At this time, the night was dark, and the temperature began to drop sharply. The hula-la-la-la cold wind swept away the items on the ground. Qi Zheng was wearing thin clothes when he went out today, and he was shivering from the cold. The lights were on on the street, but the doors of every house were tightly closed. On the huge street, there were only one or two pedestrians walking alone under the lights.

Qi Zheng stretched out his palm and put it in front of his mouth and let out a "ha" breath. The dense white air brought some insignificant warmth, and then disappeared under the ravages of the north wind.

Qi Zheng raised his wrist, looked at his watch by the street lamp, his brows were deeply furrowed, and he secretly thought: wait for half an hour before Liang Siyue comes out, and he will go back first.

The second hand on the watch was moving dutifully, every movement, like the impatient heartbeat of Qi Zheng and others. Suddenly, a soft cry rang in Qi Zheng's ear, and he subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound. The orange yellow Under the light, Cao Jingxing was standing on the street in a windbreaker and scarf, beckoning to Qi Zheng.

"Why are you here?" Qi Zheng asked in surprise, dropping the cigarette from his mouth.

Cao Jingxing exhaled with a smile, and said, "I heard you just asked me about the police, and suspected that you were here, and I just guessed right."

Qi Zheng quickly stood up. After squatting for a long time, his calf was a little numb. When he stood up, he couldn't help shaking his body. Cao Jingxing ran to his side nervously. He sighed and said, "Your IQ is even comparable to Sherlock Holmes."

"Pfft," Cao Jingxing smiled, and said, "No matter who you are waiting for, it's getting late now, so come back tomorrow, okay?"

Qi Zheng glanced at the police station, his face was still nervous, but he nodded and said, "Let's go back first."

"Let's go to dinner, I'll treat you." Cao Jingxing said.

Qi Zheng was surprised, "You haven't eaten yet?"

"Well, I forgot it when I was busy," Cao Jingxing smiled, thought for a while, and said, "I know there is a place where the noodles are delicious, or?"

Fifteen minutes later, under the dim street lights, Cao Jingxing and Qi Zheng each held a large bowl of noodles in front of a simple roadside stall built with tarpaulins, and ate very happily.

The steaming steam rose up, bringing warmth to Qi Zheng's body and stomach. There was also a plate of pickled cucumbers and a plate of fried peanuts on the wooden table, which looked very appetizing.

"Boss, another bowl of wontons." Qi Zheng finished eating a large bowl of springy ramen, and couldn't help ordering another bowl.

With a smile in his eyes, Cao Jingxing looked at Qi Zheng tenderly, but did not speak.

"It's really delicious!" Qi Zheng wiped his mouth, picked up a piece of pickled cucumber and put it in his mouth, the crisp and spicy taste stimulated his taste buds, making his appetite greatly increased, "How did you find this place? "

"Huh? I used to come out to look for food when I was studying, and I discovered it over time." Cao Jingxing replied, "To be honest, his mother's cooking skills are much better than his. I used to eat two portions every time I came here before leaving."

When Cao Jingxing said this, the boss just brought him the wontons that Qi Zheng called. He was a little shy when he heard the words, and said embarrassedly: "My mother didn't cook after she got sick ten years ago. I can't compare with his , Many old neighbors are also thinking of her."

"I think your cooking is delicious, don't be discouraged." Qi Zheng encouraged without hesitation. He didn't even think about what Cao Jingxing said, so he continued to pick up the chopsticks, put the target into the next bowl, and continue to eat. Huffing and wheezing.

Cao Jingxing put down his chopsticks and looked at Qi Zheng with a peaceful gaze. The warm light shone on his face, outlining his fortitude even more alluringly.

He put down his chopsticks, raised his eyes, and saw the owner of the noodle stall working enthusiastically in front of the boiler. The strong light shone on him, but there was no shadow behind him.

Finally, Qi Zheng put down his chopsticks, glanced left and right, and said, "I have to write down this address, and I can bring Siyue over to try it later."

When Cao Jingxing heard the words, he couldn't help laughing, and said slowly: "I guess she will taste it soon."