缠绵 游戏

When I got closer, I found that there were a few small characters written on the signboard of Yellow Fish Noodles: Four-year-old shop.

The word four was newly added. Originally, there was a two written in that position, but a horizontal line was added in the middle, and finally it was completely crossed out.

Jing Tian thought, what a new store.

It has only been open for a few years, but the appearance is so dilapidated, which inevitably makes people question the quality of the food sold inside.

It doesn't look like much from the outside, but when you walk inside, it's full of excitement.

The store is not big, and it is already [-]% full.

This store is opened near the school, and the customers seem to be young people in their 20s.

The clerk was very busy, shuttled back and forth with noodle bowls, and shouted the number loudly.

Corresponding sounds came and went from all around, and the sounds were mixed together, making it very noisy and hard to hear clearly.

Jing Tian thought to himself, no wonder he made a mistake at the beginning.

The email briefly described what happened.

Jing Tian polished and restored it in his heart, guessing it was an oolong, and he couldn't say who was right and who was wrong.

He ordered a bowl of the most basic yellow croaker noodles, and after waiting for a while, he heard the waiter call his number, and immediately yelled loudly.

When I ate it, I was still moved. This restaurant is not only delicious, but also quite affordable. A bowl of the most common yellow croaker noodles, in addition to pickled vegetables and large pieces of fish, actually adds a marinated egg, which is really cheap and good.

After eating happily, I heard the waiter call out my number again.

Then, a person sitting behind him on the right made a doubtful voice: "The number 19 has been called, is my number 16 okay?"

He glanced at the printed receipt on the dinner plate with a bad feeling, and the number "16" was impressively printed on it.

And he took the number 19 obviously.

This would have been an easy thing to fix.

Admit that I got it wrong, apologize, make up a marinated egg for others, and it's over.

But that person is Zheng Xunqian.

Jing Tian's unilateral confrontation with him made small things bigger, and big things became endless.

What exactly did the two of them say, he didn't elaborate in the letter, the focus was all on criticizing Zheng Xunqian.

He admitted that he was responsible, but Zheng Xunqian also had problems. When he was called to the 16th, he wandered away and kept silent, which directly led to the tragedy.

I was forced to buy and sell a corned egg, and I was also a victim, so why should I listen to him babbling.

Jing Tian, ​​whose memory has been reset now, feels incredible, and can't imagine Zheng Xunqian's jabbering.

Judging from the information collected these days, he himself is more like the one who can chatter.

"Why are you in a daze?" Zheng Xunqian, who was sitting opposite him, asked.

Jing Tian, ​​who was in deep thought, suddenly woke up: "It's okay!"

Zheng Xunqian didn't ask any further questions, and pointed to the menu on the wall beside him: "There are other flavors, but I usually order the signature noodles here."

Jing Tian nodded: "Then I'll have a bowl of signature yellow croaker noodles, how about you?"

Zheng Xunqian still looked at the menu: "The special marinated eggs here are also quite delicious."

Jing Tian hesitated for half a second: "...then I'll order one too."

"Me too."

Zheng Xunqian said.

The two placed an order and took a number.

Jing Tian glanced at the plastic sign in his hand, on which the number "16" was written very casually with a marker.

His heart skipped a beat.

Seeing him staring at the plastic sign with a dignified expression, Zheng Xunqian asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay!" Jing Tian squeezed the sign into his palm, raised his head, and smiled at him.

Zheng Xunqian glanced at his clenched fist and said, "It just so happens that I have time now. If there is anything you don't understand about the class just now, you can ask."

Jing Tian suddenly became more nervous.

He understood nothing, and could hardly ask.

But it is embarrassing to admit this to Zheng Xunqian.

Zheng Xunqian stared at his face for a few seconds, raised his hand, and pointed to his backpack: "Take out the book."

Jing Tian obediently did so.

The store looks shabby, but the tables are wiped clean.

The book was placed vertically between the two of them. The cover was brand new, with almost no creases, and it was obvious that it hadn't been opened much.

"Haven't seen it before?" Zheng Xunqian asked.

"Not yet!" Jing Tian argued, "I've been watching other things these days..."

Zheng Xunqian didn't answer, he opened the book neatly, quickly scanned the contents, then stretched out his right hand to Jing Tian: "Give me the pen."

Jing Tian hastily took out a pen from his bag and handed it to him.

"The chapters I crossed out don't need to be read, and I won't take the exam." Zheng Xunqian made some marks on the table of contents, "The ones that are ticked out are the key points, and you must know them.

There are also those who draw circles, you have to take a look.

What I'm going to talk about today is very important. If you don't understand it, you have to learn the previous chapter first. "

As he spoke, he began to write on the title page again.

"Although it's not the same course, it's closely related to one of the courses you took last semester. You have to figure out the knowledge points in it first."

Jing Tian listened carefully, not daring to vent his anger.

"and also……"

"NO.16! No NO.16! Two bowls of yellow croaker noodles with two eggs! NO.16!"

Jing Tian woke up suddenly, and quickly raised his hand: "Here! Here!"

The waiter was a middle-aged woman whose Mandarin was not very standard. She walked quickly to the table with the plate in her hand, and quickly distributed two bowls of noodles to the two of them one by one.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly paused.

"Yo, it's here again," she looked at Jing Tian with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a while."

As she said that, she casually glanced at the seat opposite Jing Tian, ​​and soon showed surprise on her face.

"How did your relationship get better?" she asked.

Jing Tian was very surprised. How could a waiter know that the two of them had a bad relationship in the past?

"Last time, he looked like he was old and dead," she said, "I'll just say, it's not a big deal, young people can't care about it."

Jing Tian was at a loss, while Zheng Xunqian looked nonchalant and concentrated on adding spicy peppers to the bowl.

"Have you washed your clothes afterward?" The waiter asked Zheng Xunqian.

"Well," Zheng Xunqian was quite polite when asked, "It's been cleaned."

The waiter smiled and said, "That's good, that's all right."

After she finished speaking, she quickly went to work again.

"Why don't you eat?" Zheng Xunqian had no intention of explaining, packed up the books and pens and handed them over, "Let's take it while it's hot."

After Jing Tian finished putting away his things, he picked up his chopsticks, struggled again and again, and finally mustered up the courage to ask, "What clothes?"

"When I came here last time, my clothes were accidentally spilled by the soup," Zheng Xunqian said, "It was quite heavy, and the ground was also dirty, so she just remembered."

Jing Tian fell into uneasiness.

He suspected that he had poured the soup himself.

"If you don't eat noodles, you will be lumpy."

Zheng Xunqian said.

"Oh!" Jing Tian hurriedly started, picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although he had already expected it, the rich soup that came into his mouth along with the noodles still surprised him.

After taking a serious sip, a thought popped into his mind.

This soup is thick, mellow, and extremely delicious. If you splash it on your body, it might not be easy to wash it off, right?It tastes delicious in the mouth, but if it is soaked by the cloth, it must be very fishy.

He hesitated to speak to Zheng Xunqian: "Your clothes..."

Zheng Xunqian didn't raise his head: "It's cleaned, you went to wash it with me, and you paid for it."

Jing Tian was stunned for a few seconds, and an exclamation point popped out of his mind.

I really did it!

"……sorry."

he said with shame.

"Why do you apologize?" Zheng Xunqian looked at him, "What do you remember?"

Jing Tian didn't think of anything.

But combining that email with what the waiter and Zheng Xunqian said just now, he can be sure that he definitely did nothing good that day.

What a shame.

"I messed it up?" he asked.

"You didn't mean to."

Zheng Xunqian said.

Jing Tian thought, really?are you sure?

Zheng Xunqian looked at his face and frowned slightly: "... Could it be on purpose?"

"No! I didn't!" Jing Tian was terrified, "I mean... I don't remember..."

"You accidentally swept my bowl when you turned around," Zheng Xunqian said, "The panicked look at that time...is quite similar to now."

Jing Tian pursed his lips.

Zheng Xunqian recalled it for a while, and then said: "You bought me a cup of milk tea later that day."

Jing Tian blinked his eyes twice.

"...It was winter at that time, and the coat was very thick," Zheng Xunqian said, "It was wet and smelled bad, so I couldn't wear it, and it was too cold to take it off.

So, you go and buy two cups of hot milk tea. "

"Do you remember it?"

No.

But it sounds different from what I wrote in the email.

The story described by Zheng Xunqian, although it also has elements of flying around, has a completely different atmosphere.

There is a little idol drama.

"So you said, that was our first time, that..." Jing Tian asked.

"Oh, that one." Zheng Xunqian looked away, "That's right."

This guy, has he forgotten that he said they were here for a date?

"That milk tea shop is diagonally opposite," Zheng Xunqian pointed, and quickly stood up again, "Wait for me for a while."

It was he himself who said just now that the noodles will become lumpy if left for a long time.

But now it took more than ten minutes to go, until Jing Tian finished eating the noodles and drank most of the soup, Zheng Xunqian came back with two cups of milk tea.

"Here," he put one of the glasses in front of Jing Tian, ​​"yours."

"……thanks!"

Jing Tian took it, inserted the straw and took a sip.

The one with full sugar is added with mashed taro and mochi. It's so sweet, it's his favorite taste.

Zheng Xunqian sat down in front of him again, holding the milk tea and sucking it up.

The picture seems a little out of tune, but it reveals a strange sense of harmony.

Jing Tian couldn't help but look a few more times, and asked again: "Did I apologize to you that day?"

"The apology in action is fine," Zheng Xunqian said, "...you seem to be sick after you go back."

"Huh?" Jing Tian was surprised.

"You insist on taking off your coat for me to wear, you can't stop it," Zheng Xunqian said, shaking his head and laughing, "You also said that you are not cold, which is very good.

Your roommate called in sick for you the next day when he was in class. "