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Finally, we decided to eat boiled mutton at Fululin near the Academy of Fine Arts. When we arrived, the night in Beijing had already fallen.

It's the meal time, winter has not gone far, it is a good time to eat mutton.The restaurant was booming, and there was really no room in the front hall, so the proprietress arranged them for a table in the backyard. The heating was insufficient, but the copper pot was quickly served on the table, and together with the charcoal fire, the residual cold wind was dispelled in a short while.

Jing Ye flipped through the menu and caught a glimpse of Lin Chan's expression as if he was wondering how he knew about this restaurant in the alley, so he replied, "I've been here with my colleagues before, so she's still your alumni."

It is not difficult for a graduate of the Design Academy to meet people in the entertainment industry. Lin Chan nodded and rejected the menu Jing Ye handed him: "I haven't eaten this before, come here."

"Okay." Jing Ye smiled, and called the waiter to order some dishes.

Although the business is good, the speed of serving food is not sloppy at all.They had just exchanged a few pleasantries, and Jing Ye was still scratching his head thinking how to get Lin Chan to say that he was tired just now—was it really all because of the exam?Will something else happen? ——The clerk has already placed all the mutton ordered on the table swiftly.

Lamb in the north is different from the south, not all because of the smell of mutton.In winter in Sichuan and Chongqing, everyone also likes to drink mutton soup, but the mutton used is mostly goat meat, which is full of chewiness, while Beijing eats prairie sheep, which is tender but not fishy.

The lamb meat is sliced ​​very thin, each piece is uniform in size, the red and white colors complement each other, it is so fresh, just looking at it is mouth-watering.After the broth is boiled, the mutton is boiled until the color is grayish white. At this time, it is wrapped with the dipping sauce made of sesame sauce and marinated shrimp oil. The added salty taste is just right to bring out the fresh fragrance.

The sesame sauce dish is not a taste that Lin Chan is used to. Jing Ye thought he would fail to try and was ready to ask for another sesame oil dish, but Lin Chan didn't even frown, and ate a few pieces by herself first.

When Jing Ye was still growing his body, thinking about it, he cooked another piece and gave it to Lin Chan.

"Brother, you eat too." Lin Chan didn't want it, "I'll do it myself."

There is a copper pot between the two of them, which is obviously very lively scene, but Jing Ye felt that something was missing not sitting next to each other, so he had to fill the vacancy in Lin Chan's heart with food as if he didn't hear it.

After eating a few mouthfuls and not being so hungry anymore, Jing Ye called Lin Chan as if casually mentioning it: "Where do you want to go to play later?"

Lin Chan's chopsticks paused, and he asked uncertainly, "To your house?"

"Of course I'm staying at my house today." Jing Ye didn't think much about it, "I mean, is there any place you want to go after dinner and before going to bed, such as Dongxijiaolou, Nanluoguxiang..."

"It's all right."

With an extremely easy-going attitude, Jing Ye felt that Lin Chan was not very interested.

Staying with Lin Chan will not be particularly troublesome, he is a very "casual" person, and he will not be so casual that people choose to be afraid. If you say "anything is fine", then you can do anything - but this is for others, To Jing Ye, Lin Chan's "anything goes" became a kind of subtext: I have a temper.

So Jing Ye made a choice by himself: "Should I go to Jingshan Park? Or go to Houhai. It doesn't matter if it's late, anyway, I don't have anything to do tomorrow so I can sleep in."

"Let's go home." Lin Chan said, taking a sip of soy milk, her cheeks swelled like a hamster hoarding food.

He finally stopped "anything", Jing Ye nodded happily.

The mutton was very full, and after the meal, I walked along the street full of Sophora japonica.

Although there is a direct bus between Jingye's place and the Academy of Fine Arts, but it was the first time he took Lin Chan there, he still took a taxi.The road was a bit congested, and Lin Chan watched the street scene of Beijing numbly while wearing earphones.

Unlike Chongqing, it is open, with a flat river outside the car window, and Shili street lights and neon lights almost illuminate half of the night sky.The traffic is developed vertically and horizontally, and the bright light casts the shadows of passers-by. No matter how you look at it, you are tired and lonely.The taxi driver and the car radio sang together, and the whole process seemed to be a crosstalk.

With a sound of "Here we are, bring your things", Jing Ye patted Lin Chan and said, "Let's go."

The rented house was found by the company. In the residential area, after getting off the car, you have to cross a street full of breakfast stalls, convenience stores and other small shops to get there.

It was past nine o'clock at this time, but there were people coming and going in the community, and at a glance, it looked like they had just left work.

Staggering to make way for a woman who was riding a bicycle and just finished picking up the courier, Lin Chan looked at her back and sighed inexplicably: "The place you live is a little older than I thought, and I thought it was..."

"Think it's modern?"

"Ah."

"At any rate, it's near the Fourth Ring Road. The rent of a new house is too high. It's not worth it. And the location is not far away. There is a bus stop when you go out, and you can ride a shared bicycle for 10 minutes to get to the subway." Jing Ye and Lin Chan walked side by side Then, he helped Lin Chan get a backpack, "It's also very convenient to order takeaway."

Lin Chan nodded.

Jing Ye put his backpack on his shoulder, thought for a while and said, "Just... If you come here to study here in the future and get tired of living in the dormitory, if you don't mind, you can come to my place for a rest on weekends, and I will give you the key .”

Lin Chan asked, "Aren't you going to change places?"

"Hey..." Jing Ye said with a headache, "Sister Lu painted cakes and said that when I make money and become popular, I will change to the apartment next to the company. It is a small jump and you can watch the night view."

"Is it not good?"

"What's so rare about the night view? We took a half-hour taxi ride from Chongqing to Nanshan, where is Little Hong Kong." Jing Ye pouted, "Besides, I can buy breakfast downstairs when I live here."

Hearing his tone, he really felt that the night view and high-end apartments were not as good as the bun shops in the old community, just like Jing Ye who explained very sincerely that he could go home and open a supermarket after his acting career ended.His willfulness is not reflected in the fact that he must accomplish a certain big thing, but only depends on his preferences and whether it is worthwhile.

The words "Here's the key" silently planted a seed in Lin Chan's heart. He lowered his head, and did not improve as Jing Ye imagined, but even his footsteps became heavier.

The subtle change was caught by Jing Ye, who took Lin Chan's hand: "Do you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes?"

"Eh?" Lin Chan didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, "...you can eat it."

Jing Ye pinched his face, ran to a small shop next to him in two or three steps, and took back a freshly baked sweet potato within a few minutes, broke it open to reveal the waxy and soft core inside, and took half of it into the In front of Lin Chan.

"Try this." Jing Ye gnawed the other half by himself, "It's super delicious."

Still steaming, Lin Chan only touched the greased paper bag with her fingertips, lowered her head and took a small mouthful like Jing Ye did. She was so hot that she breathed out, but she felt a sense of joy in her heart for no reason.

Jing Ye looked at him: "How is it?"

Delicious, he wanted to say.

But she couldn't speak with the roasted sweet potato in her mouth, Lin Chan tried to lower the temperature and eat it quickly while exhaling, while looking back at Jing Ye in surprise.The street lamp almost illuminated the tiny fluff on Lin Chan's face, reflecting a reflection of Jing Ye in his eyes.

"I buy this when I'm in a bad mood. I eat a baked sweet potato in winter, and all my troubles are gone for a while." Jing Ye said slowly.

He is an optimist and rarely says he is sad, so Lin Chan asked curiously, "For example?"

"I failed several auditions, the agent arranged a job I didn't like, the exam conflicted with the filming, and I had to make up homework on the set... It was the first time I was frightened by fans' overtures..." Jing Ye counted to the last little finger, Feeling a bit ashamed but still said it smoothly, "I still miss home."

Tens of thousands of lights are on, and the spring breeze has not yet arrived. Did he spend more than just this winter in Beijing?

Jing Ye is someone who has never said "homesickness", and this kind of thinking rarely becomes his trouble.At that time, he was able to resolutely leave Chongqing because of his unrealistic wishes, and he had some conflicts with his parents, and he felt guilty and refused to go home.At that time, Jing Ye was also young and didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and then the society taught him a lesson.

At least some achievements are made now, even though it is insignificant, it can just save his pathetic self-esteem. He knows to report the good news and not the bad news, and silently reached a tacit agreement with his parents. If he doesn't say anything, they don't ask.

Get used to a strange city like any other.

It gets dark early in Beijing, and the night seems to be much longer than before.

"...It was the first time that the boss bought me something to eat because he saw how pitiful I was, and said that he squatted on the curb and didn't speak for a long time, thinking that he was going to be overwhelmed." Jing Ye couldn't help laughing when he said this, "That's my life Free dinner for the first time."

As soon as the voice fell, the elevator reached the destination floor.

He stood in the corridor and took out the key to open the door, patching himself up without words: "However, many things are not easy after experiencing too much, and you won't be depressed for several days just because you run with one audition."

Lin Chan asked, "Then have you thought about finding another job?"

"I've thought about it, but after much deliberation, I still feel that I can do more when I'm young and have time." Bending to bring Lin Chan a pair of new slippers, Jing Ye asked him, "Do you think I'm going my own way?"

"No, it's very cool." Lin Chan's words were true.

Jing Ye: "Mumu, I remember you like painting very much, right? You said in junior high school that you will study art in the future."

Lin Chan was looking at his two-bedroom apartment, and she only nodded when she heard the words. Jing Ye thought that the time had come, and said, "Then aren't you doing something you like now?"

"...It can be considered."

"As for me, I always think you are very good. No matter the exam or other things, sometimes I envy you to think carefully before implementing it." Jing Ye poured a cup of warm water for Lin Chan, and pushed her to sit in the small room. On the couch, “but we don’t actually have to think that much before we actually start.”

Lin Chan was slow to realize that what Jing Ye said was paving the way for other topics. Now his mind was in a mess, and his originally clear thoughts began to knot up. He couldn't answer, and he gnawed a mouthful of sweet potatoes.

It's getting a little cold already.

Jing Ye half-kneeled in front of the sofa, raised his head, and looked at Lin Chan from a bottom-up perspective: "Aunt Lin and the others said that you are not very good at listening. Since we can still talk, I think of something that I think should be done." Let me tell you... let's say I have been your cheap brother for so many years, I have to take some responsibility."

"You look so annoying." Lin Chan said, but she didn't look away.

Jing Ye held Lin Chan's knee bones, his bones were a bit different from others, the knee bones were particularly protruding and the outline could be easily felt.Jing Ye's throat moved, and he said, "I'm not happy tonight, is it because I didn't perform well in the exam?"

The pair of dark pupils contracted very slightly, and Lin Chan seemed to want to deny it, but the posture of kneeling on the ground made him unable to hide his bewilderment, and the forced smile with the corners of his mouth raised failed.

"...That's right." Lin Chan said softly as if admitting defeat, "I didn't do well in the exam, maybe I was too nervous."

It was the expected answer. Jing Ye was about to make up a lot of comforting lines, but Lin Chan cut everything off with the next sentence.

"Because I really want the keys to your house."