But what love can a gold master buy?

Shen Tinglan had never seen such an arrogant person after taking money, so she was stunned for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, he looked down and saw that the banknotes on the table were shiny green, and they turned out to be fifty.

"Ha." Shen Tinglan couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, but the interest that had just slumped has returned—this score is so big, it seems that there are many people chasing it!

"Okay." Shen Tinglan felt a little strange, grabbed the banknotes in his hand, and curled his mouth, "I'd like to see what's urgent for you."

After paying the bill and chasing out the door, Shen Tinglan caught sight of Wei Li who stood out from the crowd among the passers-by.The other party has crossed the road and is pulling a colorful bicycle from a roadside park.

Shen Tinglan knew that he was going to ride away, and there was no time to go to the garage to pick up the car, so he simply hailed a taxi on the street: "Follow up, don't be found out, you will have the money."

The car followed all the way, stopping and going, and when Wei Li stopped to lock the car, the blue sky had turned gray-purple, and there were also some lights on the street.

Looking out through the car window, Shen Tinglan found that he was in a narrow and long street. On his right hand side was the famous A University in the city. back door.Wei Li locked the car next to this door, and after locking it, he crossed the street and walked into a dark long alley opposite.

Shen Tinglan has been here twice for a long time, and he knows that the long alley is a place for night market stalls. In the evening, nearby residents and many student couples will go shopping... So, does Wei Li live in this neighborhood, or has he dated someone? Meet?

Shen Tinglan thought of this, and suddenly realized that he had missed something: Maybe Wei Li already had a lover?

In his appearance, this was perfectly normal; and in this way, his distant attitude towards himself could be well explained.

Shen Tinglan is not interested in beating mandarin ducks with sticks, but it's okay if he has it, he can also open his eyes - if Wei Li looks like this, lovers may be higher than mountains.

He gave the driver a sum of money and asked the car to wait at the entrance of the alley. He quickly jumped out of the car and chased after him.

When he entered the alley, there were not many people there, and it was dark inside. Shen Tinglan walked all the way to find people, but he couldn't walk fast at all. Half a day later, he still felt like he was standing still.Later, the lights were turned on one by one, but it was time to catch up with the university and get out of class next door, and a large number of people poured in.

Shen Tinglan looked left and right for a while, didn't even touch Wei Li's shadow, admitted that he had lost track, turned around upset and left, but bumped into someone head-on.

"sorry Sorry!"

The girl apologized many times in a row, but her gaze didn't stay on Shen Tinglan for long. Before Shen Tinglan could speak, she saw her dragging another girl and continuing to run forward.

"Hey, hey, slow down! Are you afraid of bumping into someone again if you run so fast?"

"To see a handsome guy, you have to take a closer look at it as soon as possible!"

"You should be more reserved!"

"Restraint is worthless in front of his skin!"

"Okay... If he doesn't look up to that level, then you don't want to let me use my account to follow dramas..."

"Don't worry... I promise you won't be willing to glance at your phone when you're in line..."

"Wait...someone seems to be chasing us..."

"It must be a competitor, hurry up... run faster..."

The "competitor" Shen Tinglan listened behind him, and he became more and more sure that the person they were talking about was Wei Li, but what does it mean to queue up?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw a long queue from a certain booth from a distance. Although the formation could not be said to be a reproduction of the scene in the exhibition hall, it was not too much to say that the business was booming against the background of the surrounding stalls in the depths of the alley.

The alley was narrow, and the teams were drawn to both sides. Shen Tinglan ran forward a little, and easily saw Wei Li standing behind the booth—he was wearing a white apron over a black sweater and a mask on his face. A transparent anti-spray mask, and two shovels flying up and down in his hands, as if he was baking.cold.noodle.

And it's doing pretty well.

The pancake crust is turned over quickly, there is no trace of egg liquid leakage, with a light swipe of the shovel, the sausage is instantly split in half, and when the burnt aroma bursts out on the iron plate, the sauce has been brushed and the green onions have been sprinkled , just enough to roll up the sausage.

The process is smooth and smooth, which can be called street art.

Shen Tinglan looked at it intently for a while, feeling quite surprised and curious in his heart. At the same time, because he hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls of afternoon tea, he was very hungry right now smelling the aroma, so he walked forward naturally.

Wei Li lowered his head to work, seemingly unaware of his arrival.Shen Tinglan looked at him, then looked at the menu hanging in front of the stall, and said, "Ten servings of grilled cold noodles, plus bacon and soybean sprouts, no shallots and onions."

He asked for a lot of servings, with weird combinations. The diners around couldn't help but look at him, but Wei Li concentrated on pouring cold water on a row of roasted cold noodles in front of him, without raising his head: "One hundred."

Shen Tinglan scanned the QR code at the stall, and somehow felt that the process was very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, the crisp "six thousand" sounded in his ears again.

Straightforward, exactly the same.

Shen Tinglan couldn't hold back, let out a chuckle, and paid the money immediately.

A second later, a notification sounded on Wei Li: "Your Alipay has arrived, one, one hundred, eight, ten, eight, yuan, eight, jiao, eight, cent."

The mechanical female voice paused word by word, and read the number extremely long. Shen Tinglan finally saw Wei Li raised his eyes, and smiled at him in a wait-and-see manner: "I treat you for the afternoon tea, the extra part... you Do my part first."

As soon as this remark came out, dissatisfied and suspicious eyes shot from all directions.

Wei Li acted as if he hadn't heard of it, first put the prepared cold noodles in a box and handed it to the customer, and then answered him: "The fee for jumping in the queue is one hundred, if you don't like it, you can get the change yourself."

After all, he pointed to the moon cake box on the side of the stall.

Shen Tinglan glanced at the crumpled bills in his eyes, thought for a while, took out two banknotes from his wallet, waved them in front of Wei Li, and put them into the box: "I'll give two hundred, and there's another Make a reservation for the ten copies tomorrow."

The reason for giving the banknotes was to put a business card in the middle - it had the identity and contact information of his curator on it, and it was something he carried with him to strike up a conversation - and he deliberately showed a blank line when he was swaying.

He didn't know if Wei Li had seen it, but the other party didn't say anything, and took a lot of new pancakes and put them on the iron plate, probably acquiescing to the deal; and the people around saw him throwing a lot of money for eating cold noodles, Apparently drunken people don't want to drink, they switched to eating melon mode one after another, preparing to watch a night market idol drama live.

As the protagonist, Shen Tinglan triumphantly occupied the best viewing position by the side of the booth, and looked at Wei Li up close.

A red plastic lamp was hung above his head, plating his face golden yellow, his deep eyes were sunken in the shadow cast by eyelashes, his expression was much softer than in daytime; The mole is conspicuous and attractive, making Shen Tinglan reluctant to blink.

When the artwork is not in hand, the time to appreciate it is always short.After a few minutes, the ten baked cold noodles are freshly baked.

Shen Tinglan had already feasted his eyes, and now he wanted to find a place to feast his appetite.He took the bag, rubbed Wei Li's dry fingertips with his fingers, and then blinked at Wei Li: "See you tomorrow."

Wei Li didn't respond to this, and scraped the iron plate with a shovel, making two rubbing sounds.

He was so cold, but Shen Tinglan didn't care, let alone feel embarrassed.Holding the roasted cold noodles with one arm, he swaggered back to the taxi and reported the destination: "Go back to the Riverbank Art Museum."

The driver was finishing his dinner—eating a piece of greasy bread with mineral water. Seeing him coming, he puffed his cheeks and munched, vaguely: "...Wait for me to wipe my hands..."

"No rush, take your time." Shen Tinglan was in a good mood, and treated others with extra kindness.He generously dumped three servings of roasted cold noodles on the passenger seat, and he distributed another bamboo stick to the other side, "There are more here, let's go after eating."

As he said, he opened a box first, tied a bunch of miscellaneous pieces with bamboo skewers and put them in his mouth, squinting his eyes while chewing.

He's not a picky person, but he didn't expect street stalls to be comparable to restaurants. He bought so many, purely to attract Wei Li's attention and to pad his stomach by the way.However, the baked cold noodles in his hands were beyond his expectations. The crust was soft and chewy, the eggs were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the sauce was sweet and sour, and the side dishes were juicy.

Once you are full of food and locked in people, there is no need to go shopping.Shen Tinglan got off the car at the art gallery, picked up the car and drove back to the apartment.

The apartment is not a student apartment on campus—the student apartment is too small, and it often smells like the stinky socks of college boys. Shen Tinglan rented it off-campus the next day after spending one night reporting it as a freshman. The house is clean and spacious, and it is convenient to bring people to stay overnight.

Shen Tinglan parked the car in the underground parking lot, walked to the elevator and was about to press the button to go upstairs when a voice stopped him: "Senior..."

"Shi Lin?" He recognized the person as soon as he heard the cool and soft voice, turned around and asked, "Why are you here?"

Shi Lin walked up to him: "I heard that you broke up with Senior Sister Wei Xin, so I came to see you."

Shen Tinglan thought it was quite funny, and curled up the corner of her mouth: "You said it as if I was the one who got hurt."

"I heard that she hit you on the head with a shoe, isn't that hurt enough?" Shi Lin stretched out his hand, fiddled with his forehead hair naturally, trying to check the injury, with worry in his eyes, "No matter how angry she is , it can’t be like that... how nice you are to her..."

Shen Tinglan let him caress her forehead, and at the same time secretly examined him - this elementary school boy, with fair skin, a straight nose, and a pair of black eyes that stand out, looks between delicate and cute, and I liked looking at him at one time This face, but when I saw Wei Li and saw him again today, I felt that he was a bit boring, and he was chatting non-stop, I really couldn't capture the love in my heart.

"Who told you that?" Shen Tinglan grabbed his hand, rubbed his smooth back with his thumb, and took his hand off his forehead calmly, "It's so outrageous."

Shi Lin lowered his eyes slightly, with a sense of loneliness added to his expression: "Understood, as long as the senior is fine, then I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, he slowly withdrew his hand, but Shen Tinglan suddenly squeezed him lightly: "Wait, you haven't eaten dinner yet?"

Shi Lin's eyes lit up instantly, and he gave a cute "hmm".

"Hey, this is for you." Shen Tinglan took out the remaining cold noodles in the car, and hung them on his arm one by one, "Then you should go back early, so don't miss the bedtime."

After he finished speaking, he stepped into the elevator car with the door open, and waved to Shi Lin: "Good night."

The elevator door closed slowly, Shen Tinglan put down his hand, turned around and leaned against the wall of the car, just in time to catch a glimpse of the matchmaking advertisement hanging on the side, and suddenly said "Oops": "I forgot to ask if he has a boyfriend."

[The author has something to say: This work is set to allow same-sex marriage.

Shen Tinglan: (gripping hands) If not, then you will have it soon.

Wei Li: (?_?)]