Out of place

Xiang Xi didn't mention this mantou many times, but Cheng Boyan knew that he was Xiang Xi's friend, knew that he wanted to run away but he didn't seem to run away.

I also know that Xiang Xi cares about him because of similar experiences but now he is walking a completely different path.

"You can't run fast." Xiang Xi squatted on the side of the road watching the cars coming and going, frowning, "I must be hiding."

In fact, he ran fairly fast. Cheng Boyan still remembers the time when Xiang Xi took out his wallet, and he turned his head and disappeared. But this time, although he ran first, he didn't catch up with Xiang Xi's speed. where is it.

"Why do you have to find him?" Cheng Boyan asked standing next to him, and then looked around, trying to find a place to buy a bottle of water for Xiang Xi.

"Did I tell you?" Xiang Xi smiled, "He took the second set of money, [-], and then ran away, just a few days before I went to the parking lot to find you."

"En." Cheng Boyan responded.

"Actually, I don't know why I have to find him." Xiang Xi took a breath and exhaled slowly, "I just want to know what happened to him, why he did this, why didn't he leave, the money! Why didn't he take so much money?" Go? He wants to go home so much..."

"Does the steamed bun have a name?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Yes, Li Zhenjie, he even wrote it for me." He turned his head, "Am I a little nervous?"

"It's normal." Cheng Boyan grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it lightly, "It's within the range I can understand."

Cheng Boyan accompanied Xiang Xi to stand on the side of the street for a while, bought a bottle of water, and followed the escape route of the steamed bun, turning around several alleys and small streets.

"If he's hiding somewhere," Cheng Boyan put his hand on Xiang Xi's shoulder, half pushing the listless Xiang Xi forward, "If he didn't go far, he might have seen you by now, maybe He knew it when you were chasing him before...then if he wants to see you, he will come to you. "

In fact, Cheng Boyan didn't want Xiang Xi to have any more contact with that steamed bun, and he didn't want him to cause any trouble because of his past experience, but he still didn't directly drag Xiang Xi away.

"Maybe." Xiang Xi sighed softly, and smiled again, "I thought, what if he really went home, found his parents, and couldn't find me when he came back to show off to me. "

"I will go back," Cheng Boyan said, "Maybe I will show off to you someday."

"Then I will beat him for sure," Xiang Xi chuckled twice, "I'm mad at me, I know I don't know where to find my parents."

Xiang Xi smiled a bit forcedly, he insisted on keeping the mole of tears on his face, carefully guarding the pendant that is now locked in the cabinet of his home, Cheng Boyan could feel his longing for home and parents.

"Let's go eat." Cheng Boyan patted him on the back.

"Well, go to the snack street..." Xiang Xi nodded, and was stunned when he looked at him, "Hey, those leaflets!"

"I threw it away when I was chasing you," Cheng Boyan smiled, "I'll help you pick it up later."

Xiang Xi thought for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it, it's too expensive. I want to earn more. I didn't earn a dime, and I'm reluctant to spend a lot."

"If you can really learn something, you won't lose money. That's called investment," Cheng Boyan said, "I'll help you think about it when I go back."

The food in the snack street is not very delicious, but the strength is that there is a lot of traffic, and the taste is not very good, but it is still easy to sell. Fortunately, Xiang Xi has no pursuit of food, as long as he can eat enough.

Cheng Boyan ate a little hard. Although his sense of taste was not good enough, the way of eating in the snack street without even water and relying on plastic bags to cover bowls made him a little painful. He stopped chopsticks after eating half of a plate of fried rice.

"Finish, what a waste." Xiang Xi buried his head in eating the plate of fried noodles in front of him, and looked up to see that there was still a layer of fried rice on his plate.

"Don't eat it," Cheng Boyan said, "If you eat any more, it feels like you're eating a plastic bag."

"Pass about how to live so big..." Xiang Xi didn't eat enough and wanted two grilled wings, but now he brought his plate over, "I'm not afraid of eating plastic bags."

Cheng Boyan handed him a tissue: "Have some more of this."

After eating, it was already afternoon, and Cheng Boyan was on duty at night, so he sent Xiang Xi back to the supermarket and was ready to go to the hospital.

"Aren't you going home? Is it too early to go now?" Xiang Xi asked him, "It's not boring."

"It's too troublesome to go home and then go out," Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "Going to the hospital naturally has a lot of things to do, and when you go there, you have work, so you won't be bored."

"That's so tiring, your arm is still hurt," Xiang Xi hesitated, and pointed to the supermarket, "Would you like to sit with me for a while?"

Cheng Boyan looked at him and smiled, just when he was about to speak, he suddenly opened the door and jumped out of the car: "Forget it, you go to the hospital."

"Think about that training class again." Cheng Boyan poked his head out of the car window.

"Well," Xiang Xi nodded, turned around and took two steps, then stopped, ran back to the car, and whispered, "Is my clothes still with you?"

"Just get it when you have time," Cheng Boyan said, "I've washed it all."

"Oh," Xiang Xi replied, "You also...washed your underwear?"

"Should I throw it away if I don't wash it?" Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"I'm really afraid that you even threw away your clothes," Xiang Xi muttered in a low voice, and patted on the car door, "Okay, you go to the hospital."

It doesn't matter to Cheng Boyan that Xiang Xi reports to the training class. If Xiang Xi is willing to report, he can report.

But what made him spend time thinking about what skills Xiang Xi should learn was Xiang Xi's desire to have a better job and earn more money.

He has always been worried that Xiang Xi will be content with the status quo. A gangster who came out of Zhaojiayao and knows nothing about serious things except cheating and abducting. He probably thinks it is good to have a job like a supermarket, but after a long time, it will become boring. A job, a living wage, may wear away Xiang Xi's initial drive to move forward.

Now that Xiang Xi has such thoughts, he feels quite comforted.

Just learn something, you have to think carefully.

But Xiang Xi didn't move for a few days. When Cheng Boyan asked about it on the phone, he just said he was still thinking.

"I have to think carefully." Xiang Xi said seriously.

Cheng Boyan didn't know how deeply he wanted to think about it, how well he had to think about it, and what to think about, but he didn't intend to rush him.

"I don't have any clothes to change," Xiang Xi said again, "I want to go get some clothes from you, can I do it tomorrow?"

"I'll be on duty tomorrow," Cheng Boyan said. In fact, I won't be on duty tomorrow, but grandma has summoned all her sons and daughters to go to her place for dinner. He doesn't want to tell Xiang Xi, for fear that Xiang Xi will think about Mantou and his family again if he finds out. "The day after tomorrow Bar?"

"Okay, that's right," Xiang Xi said, "Our colleague made some chocolate for me. I'll bring it over for you to taste. It's delicious. I also asked how to make it. If you like it, I'll give it to you. Do."

"...You see that other people's cooking noodles are not the same, and you can make chocolate by asking?" Cheng Boyan now has no expectations for Xiang Xi's cooking skills, which is why he immediately learned The reason why the skill training of cooking was denied.

"Try it, maybe I can't make a red case and a white case is a bull," Xiang Xi said happily, "but you have to buy a set of molds first, there are various shapes, it's very fun, after you cook, you can also use the molds Press it in and take it out to eat...but where can I buy this stuff?"

"I have, you can come and play when the time comes." Cheng Boyan said.

There is indeed a mold, but it's not Cheng Boyan's, it's from the old aunt's house. Cheng Boyan saw it at grandma's house, and the fat bear child pestered grandma to buy it, and never used it once.

But it’s useless all the time. When Cheng Boyan took out this set of molds from the kitchen cabinet of grandma’s house, Tudui’er howled when he saw it: “Mine! It’s all mine!”

"I'll just take a look." Cheng Boyan originally wanted to take it away, but he probably couldn't take away Tudui'er's posture, so he touched Tudui'er's head and was about to put the mold back.

"Don't touch me! Who told you to look at it! What do you look at my things!" Tudui'er punched him on the leg.

Cheng Boyan stopped when he was about to put the mold back, looked down at him, then stretched the mold box to his eyes and opened it, took two more out and tossed them in his hands.

It's all stainless steel, and the quality is pretty good.

"Go to hell!" Tudui'er kicked Cheng Boyan's knee hard.

Cheng Boyan was almost kicked to the ground by him, and patted his pants: "Why should I die, I won't go."

"Grandma—" Tudui'er shouted as soon as he closed his eyes.

"Oh, what's wrong, this is it!" The old aunt ran into the kitchen, "Bo Yan, why do you always make him cry!"

"I was crying before I got angry with him," Cheng Boyan said, shaking the mold box in his hand against the pile of dirt, "I'll buy yours, should I sell it or not?"

"I won't sell it! Go to hell! I won't sell it to you!" Tudui'er shouted.

"Cheng Boyan!" His mother raised her voice and called him in the living room, "What are you doing!"

"Sell it for 100 yuan?" Cheng Boyan asked Tuduier.

"...not for sale!" Tudui'er spat at him.

"Two hundred?" Cheng Boyan asked again.

"Sell him," the old aunt pushed the mound of dirt, "let him bring the money."

"Sell it to you, and get the money." Tudui'er stretched out his hand to him.

"You," Cheng Boyan bent down to meet him face to face, "you think well, I don't want your crap."

Cheng Boyan put the box back in the cabinet, turned and walked out of the kitchen, where Tudui'er got angry at the old aunt, crying and making noise.

"Are you insane?" My mother was sitting in the living room chatting with Li Yan, and frowned when she saw him come out, "You're already in your thirties, fighting with a child all day long, are you sick! "

"Yes." Cheng Boyan nodded with a smile.

"What did you rob him of?" Grandma sat aside and asked.

"It didn't work out, just the biscuit mold you bought for him before." Cheng Boyan said.

"Oh Boyan, you're really good," Li Yan couldn't help laughing when she heard that, "Crazy! Why do you want that?"

"Play." Cheng Boyan smiled.

"Your old aunt will make you mad." Grandma frowned, "I bought that at the supermarket downstairs, you can buy it yourself."

"It's just downstairs?" Cheng Boyan bent down and wrapped his arms around Xiaoxi who was lying on the sofa, "Can Xiaoxi accompany uncle to buy candy?"

"Okay," Xiaoxi giggled as soon as he was caught under his arm, dancing with his arms and legs, "Brother buys candy."

"Uncle." Cheng Boyan carried him out the door.

"Uncle buys sugar." Xiaoxi happily waved his arms.

There are really molds in the small broken supermarket downstairs, and there are several types. Cheng Boyan saw the same set as Tudui'er, a medium-sized one.

After thinking about it, he took the largest set, and there were almost twice as many molds of different shapes as the set of the mound.

It's really naive... Cheng Boyan smiled.

Li Yan didn't let Xiaoxi eat sweets very much, so Cheng Boyan only bought her some milk chips, and after thinking about it, he bought a bag of beef jerky that Tudui'er loves.

Xiaoxi was very satisfied, with a piece of milk in his mouth, he took Cheng Boyan's hand and jumped all the way back.

Back at grandma's house, Tudui'er saw the big set of molds, and then saw that there was something to eat in Xiaoxi, and immediately got into trouble. Cheng Boyan gave him the beef jerky.

"I don't want you to buy it!" Tudui'er shouted.

"Put it on the table. I'll eat it by myself later." Cheng Boyan said.

Tudui'er went over and grabbed the beef jerky and ran away.

Today the family is quite full, even the uncle who is usually too busy to see anyone is back, and now he is chatting with his father with a can of tea.

"That's what I told you last time." Uncle knocked on the jar, "Actually, it's a little more astringent than the one I gave you before, but I remember you like a little astringent?"

"Well," Dad nodded, "Yes, otherwise I would feel weak."

"If you have time, let's go to his tea house and sit down," said the uncle. "It's a big deal. It's like that. A few days ago, I said that I would find someone to perform a Chinese tea ceremony. I don't know if I invite you." Someone please."

"Chinese tea ceremony?" Dad thought for a while, "There are quite a few serious performances. Aren't they usually Japanese tea ceremony?"

"That's right, there are not many people who play Chinese style. In fact, there are quite a lot of people who want to make these in tea houses now. An old man sits there, playing with the tea, which is fairy-like and tasteful." The uncle smiled.

Cheng Boyan was teasing Xiaoxi, he paused after hearing this, put Xiaoxi on the sofa, and sat beside his uncle: "Boss."

"Hey, you don't play with the little angel Xixi anymore?" The uncle smiled and patted his leg. He called him the boss since he called him, and every time the uncle heard it, he would be happy for a long time, "Want to drink tea with us?" ?”

"I want to go and see that Chinese tea ceremony." Cheng Boyan said.

"Yo, then they have to wait for them to find someone. It's hard to find someone who is playing tea well now." The uncle said.

"Is there anything to learn?" Cheng Boyan asked again.

"Yes, it's available at the Tea Research Institute. Although there are not many people studying, the old man is still very picky. Those who have no affinities will not be allowed to learn." The uncle looked him up, "You want to learn? Don't tell me, just like you, once you wear a coat, it's really quite a thing to sit there."

"White coat?" My mother answered from the opposite side, "The three of us can sit in a row."

Everyone in the house is happy.

"Boss, I'll call you again," Cheng Boyan said to his uncle with a smile, "Tell me about it in detail then."

"Okay!" Uncle loves to drink tea, and he is very happy that someone is willing to talk to him about this.

He doesn't know whether Xiang Xi is interested in tea, and he doesn't know whether Xiang Xi is interested in learning Chinese tea ceremony, but Cheng Boyan thinks that learning this may be a success, and there are few people who learn this, and tea houses are willing to play with style now There are such projects.

The next day, when Xiang Xi came into the room with a big bag of things he didn't know what they were, he still stared at Xiang Xi, imagining what it would be like for Xiang Xi to sit behind the tea table and play with tea.

"Take it," Xiang Xi yelled, "Why don't I put it on the ground, don't talk about me."

"Your clothes are in the study." Cheng Boyan took the bag with a smile, his imagination was almost mosaic with his voice, and Xiang Xi sat cross-legged behind the tea table, holding a pot in one hand, and his voice came out, Do you fucking drink or not!

Thinking of this, Cheng Boyan couldn't stop laughing, and carried the bag laughing all the way into the kitchen.

"What happened just now, you just laughed like this," Xiang Xi changed into his clothes and went into the kitchen, "Is it so fun to make chocolate?"

"No, I didn't think of anything else," Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "Do you drink tea?"

"Your mint tea?" Xiang Xi asked.

"No," Cheng Boyan took out a few small bags of tea that he snatched from his uncle's bag yesterday, "black tea."

"Okay, chocolate with tea..." Xiang Xi smiled, "Do you still drink tea?"

"Drink less, do you like it?" Cheng Boyan opened the bag and looked, there was a whole box of chocolates inside, and a few small cans, all of which were broken walnuts and the like.

"I can't talk about whether I like drinking or not. In the past...Uncle Ping always drank, and I sometimes drank along with it. What about the mold? Another pan." Xiang Xi took out the things and lined them up, and took out a heart shape pink box, "This is made by my colleague, try it."

"Wash the pot first, it's useless for a while." Cheng Boyan brought him a frying pan. He was stunned when he saw the heart-shaped box. He opened it again and found that the chocolate inside was very delicate and beautiful, full of hearts. Unexpectedly, he glanced at Xiang Xi, "Female colleague?"

"Huh?" Xiang Xi washed the pot, "Yeah, who the hell makes these things?"

"Aren't you just doing it?" Cheng Boyan smiled, "Did this female colleague give it to everyone or just give it to you?"

"I gave them all. She gave them all to the four of us," Xiang Xi said, "Try it quickly. There are two kinds, one with chopped peanuts and the other with chopped walnuts."

"Are they all boxes like this?" Cheng Boyan took out a piece of chocolate and took a bite. It tasted pretty good, and he added milk.

"No, Yu Baoquan's is a round box, blue, and Zhang Xin's is a flower-shaped, bright red one, I..." Xiang Xi stopped halfway through speaking, turned to look at Cheng Boyan, "mine is pink Heart-shaped."

"Yes, pink heart." Cheng Boyan took another piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth, biting it.

"She..." Xiang Xi seemed to have just realized, "What does she mean?"

"I don't know." Cheng Boyan took another piece and continued to bite.

"Hey, you can eat two yuan, save some for me, you won't be able to eat what I cook later!" Seeing him eating one piece after another, Xiang Xi became a little anxious, "Are you hungry or something? ah?"

"What do you care about me?" Cheng Boyan said, there were five pieces of chocolate in the box, he took out the remaining three pieces, and stuffed them into his mouth in one gulp.

"Hey! Are you insane!" Xiang Xi's eyes widened.

"Why," Cheng Boyan looked at him, and said vaguely, "You don't want to give love to others?"

"I..." Xiang Xi opened his mouth and said nothing, stared at Cheng Boyan for a long time, "Okay, you can eat, I don't want it."

"Do you want this?" Cheng Boyan took out the mold and opened it for him to see.

"Yes, that's it." Xiang Xi immediately shifted his attention, took out a few and looked at them, "This is a cat's head, this is a mouse, this..."

"Use this." Cheng Boyan took out three heart shapes of different sizes, arranged them on the chopping board, and put away the other molds.

Xiang Xi didn't speak, and stared at the three hearts for about a minute before turning to look at Cheng Boyan: "What do you mean?"

"Guess," Cheng Boyan struggled to swallow a mouthful of chocolate, turned and walked out of the kitchen, "Hey, let me drink some water, I choked to death."

"...I'm sick." Xiang Xi whispered, then turned around and continued to stare at the three hearts.

He Xiaoru said that making chocolate is very simple, melt the chocolate, add milk, and add chopped peanuts and walnuts... After Xiang Xi finished the preparations, he took out a carton of milk from the refrigerator.

How much milk to add?

Xiang Xi doesn't remember, and He Xiaoru didn't seem to say anything, what he said was "add a little", how much do you add?

He pondered for a long time, and finally turned around and walked out of the kitchen, wanting Cheng Boyan to check for him, but as soon as he entered the living room, before he could speak, he found Cheng Boyan half-lying on the sofa and asleep, with his arms covering his eyes.

This is the first time that Xiang Xi saw Cheng Boyan asleep at such a time. It is estimated that there are many patients today. He was stunned for a while, then walked to the computer lightly. How much milk should be added to the milk chocolate? Check it yourself.

The computer was on, and Xiang Xi touched the mouse, and the screen lit up. Cheng Boyan probably was using the computer before he came.

He glanced at the open page, and stopped when he wanted to open a new page. This page looked a bit strange, and there were a lot of photos at a glance.

What is this?Xiang Xi stared at the words on the upper left of the page, reading each word for a long time.

After reading it, I was stunned.

A missing persons archive?

Who is Cheng Boyan looking for?

Xiang Xi glanced at Cheng Boyan who was still asleep on the sofa, and then returned to the screen. On the two pop-up pages, he saw Li Zhenjie's name.

Li Zhenjie?Xiang Xi's hands trembled, Cheng Boyan was checking the mantou?

But the two Li Zhenjies shown were obviously not steamed buns, and Xiang Xi was disappointed after being excited.

When he saw another pop-up page, he suddenly wanted to laugh again.

Another page shows that Cheng Boyan also inquired about the name Li Mantou, but of course, nothing came of it.

Xiang Xi closed the page, stood in front of the computer for a long time, then walked lightly to the side of the sofa, bent down, and looked down at Cheng Boyan.