Window 2, Seventh Canteen

Han Zilu: "A classmate looking for you?"

Jiang Wei: "Yes."

Han Zilu: "What's the matter? He looks unhappy."

Jiang Wei: "It's just...it's nothing, I have a little misunderstanding, let's talk about it later."

Han Zilu: "Why don't you go find your classmates, everything is packed, I'm fine by myself."

Jiang Wei wiped off the sauce from the corner of Han Zilu's mouth with his hand, "No, I'll accompany you."

Han Zilu wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. He just wrapped a normal burrito for Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei said nothing, but couldn't help but think about Zhao Siyuan, feeling a little annoyed, and eating in the next time would be boring.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

After the moving work started, there was no time to think about it.

Although the car was called, the masters who accompanied the car would be responsible for moving the boxes down, but Jiang Wei and Han Zilu, two big men with strong limbs, couldn't stand by and supervise the work all the time, and they were helping most of the time.

Although it was just a layman, he also ran up and down seven or eight times carrying a dozen or twenty kilograms of boxes. It was not easy on the fifth floor or the third floor.

After all the tossing and moving to the new home, the door of the room was closed, and the tension was relaxed, and both of them felt tired.

Jiang Wei sat on the box and drank the Coke he just bought, while Han Zilu went into the bathroom and lit a cigarette.

The two waited for more than ten minutes each, and Han Zilu came out and said, "Take a break, I'll clean up."

Jiang Wei threw the empty bottle at the trash can, and the bottle drew a parabola into the basket.

"Three points!" Jiang Wei jumped up as he said, and threw himself on Han Zilu, "Here we come, let's clean up together."

Han Zilu showed suspicion, "Pack up, can you?"

Jiang Wei patted his chest, "I built this house myself anyway, those cabinets and grids, you don't know where they are unless I tell you."

Han Zilu: "Okay, I'll let you be the guide, but then again..." Han Zilu glanced at the painting on the wall, "You really put your heart into it, if it were me, I wouldn't spend so much time on the rented house .”

Jiang Wei: "Why?"

Han Zilu: "Because I don't live long."

Jiang Wei: "It's okay, let's stay longer this time, moving is so troublesome, hey, I'll go, I learned a lesson today."

Han Zilu: "Do you think I want to move? Every time I move a place, I always think that I will live there for at least two years, but since I started renting a house, I have always moved every year."

Jiang Wei: "Will it be over if you don't move?"

Han Zilu shook his head with a smile, "Change jobs, change cities, change to a better environment... There are always countless reasons."

Jiang Wei: "Anyway, try to stay longer this time."

Han Zilu: "I'm fine. You decorated this place yourself. I won't take the initiative to move it. It's you. You'll graduate in a year or so."

Jiang Wei: "That's right... and it's too far away from your work, okay, okay, just move, let's talk about it later, if you like what I made, next time you can rent one without decoration, I will make it for you myself .”

Han Zilu: "Okay, let's go together next time."

Compared with packing and moving, tidying up is a more complicated project.

And the sad thing is that Jiang Wei really doesn't know anything about organizing things.

The two barely cooperated for an hour, and Jiang Wei had fun by himself, but Han Zilu suffered.

Jiang Wei unpacked the box violently, then took out more than a dozen books and stuffed them into the cabinet randomly.

Han Zilu didn't talk about him, he just took out those books one by one, sorted them by category, and put them in one by one.

In other words, Jiang Weiyi has been adding to the chaos.

Fortunately, he himself gradually realized this problem, and stopped helping to clean up, and was only responsible for unpacking and moving. Without his help there, Han Zilu's progress immediately accelerated.

After all, someone who has moved houses no less than ten times is already very proficient in these storage and tidying tasks.

But he had too many things, even if he kept packing all the time, it took him an afternoon and half a night to digest the dozens of large boxes piled up in the living room.

Jiang Wei put down the last empty cardboard box and flattened it, and together with Han Zilu, they moved them to the waste recycling station downstairs.

Both of them were busy all afternoon and didn't eat.

Jiang Wei's belly began to protest at the scrap yard.

Han Zilu asked him if he wanted to go out to eat, and Jiang Wei said he wanted to go home to eat.

But there are only kitchen utensils and no ingredients at home. In order to move, Han Zilu stopped buying new ingredients a week ago, but tried his best to consume all the ingredients at home.

"Nothing to eat? Not even a pack of instant noodles?" Jiang Wei clutched his stomach.

"You know, I don't eat instant noodles, let's take you out to eat, I treat you."

"This..." Jiang Wei looked up to the sky and thought, it's not that he doesn't want to go out to eat, he just wants to go back early, after finally packing up, he urgently wants to go back and stay for a while, enjoying the fruits of his labor.

Han Zilu: "Actually, there are still some white rice at home. If you're not in a hurry, you can eat dried rice with oil, but you..." He poked Jiang Wei's belly.

Jiang Wei's stomach screamed louder in an instant. He covered his stomach and looked left and right, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "Pancake stand! Do you eat pancakes?"

Han Zilu: "Pancakes... let's go, I'll be with you, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Jiang Wei: "Let me tell you, this pancake shop is very famous."

Han Zilu tilted his head to look at Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei pulled Han Zilu to stop in front of the pancake trolley, and said loudly, "Master, here is a luxurious set!"

The master smiled, "Okay! Do you want one or two?"

Jiang Wei: "Two by two, it's cool to eat the whole thing!"

The master gave Jiang Wei a thumbs up, "Mung bean, millet, sticks, miscellaneous grains?"

Jiang Wei: "One mung bean and one miscellaneous grain."

"Okay——" the pancake master skillfully threw the batter on the hot iron plate, and the bamboo slices turned with the small stick in his hand, and a pancake was spread out.

Then, the master turned the pancake over and started to crack the eggs.

Jiang Wei and Han Zilu silently counted together - 12345.

In fact, from the third one onwards, Han Zilu began to look at Jiang Wei, and saw Jiang Weiwei's face proud, "So it's called a luxury full set, and the standard configuration is five eggs."

Master: "Scallion and coriander?"

Jiang Wei: "Everything, less chili, and dried radish for pickles."

Master: "Okay——"

During the borrowed time, Han Zilu carefully watched the master's movements, while Jiang Wei looked at Han Zilu, "Although you are a very good cook, you haven't done this kind of cooking, have you?"

Han Zilu smiled and shook his head, "It's really like a mountain is separated."

Hearing this, the chef began to boast about his knowledge of making pancakes. While popularizing science, he added meat floss, ham sausage, crispy crisps, lettuce, dried radish, and crushed peanuts to the thick egg layer in turn.

Soon, the first pancake was baked, and Jiang Wei handed it to Han Zilu, "Eat this, just like eating a Big Mac, ah - open your mouth wide, and then bite down, remember to bite down, Take care of all the ingredients, and then chew in your mouth..."

The sound of chewing came, and Han Zilu had already eaten it. The crispy and dried radish made a crisp sound between his lips and teeth, and the air was filled with the aroma of eggs.

Jiang Wei's stomach "squeaked" and screamed again.

Han Zilu brought the pancakes to Jiang Wei's mouth, Jiang Wei turned her head, "I don't want to eat yours, I have them myself."

When he finally got his luxurious set, Jiang Wei raised his chin to Han Zilu, "Mine must be better than yours."

Han Zilu: "Really?"

Jiang Wei: "Of course, I don't believe you...ah!"

Han Zilu lowered his head and took a big bite of Jiang Wei's brand new pancake. Jiang Wei looked angrily at his missing corner of the pancake, and chased to attack the one in Han Zilu's hand, but was dodged.

Just like that, Jiang Wei pursued, Han Zilu hid, and made a fuss as if no one else was around.

After a few minutes, the voice of the pancake master came from afar, "You two students, you haven't paid me yet—"

After eating and making a fuss, the two went home.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Wei sighed with national curse.

Han Zilu pushed Jiang Wei into them, and the two exchanged slippers back to back.

"Simply, the two of us are too powerful, there are more than [-] boxes! They were lost by us!"

Han Zilu: "Anyway, it's finally done."

Jiang Wei ran over and jumped onto the sofa, and lay down on all fours, "Excellent!"

Han Zilu sat next to him, rubbed his hair, looked at the wall and the cabinet, and let out a slow and long breath.

Jiang Wei moved his body forward on the sofa like a big bug, resting his head on Han Zilu's lap, "From today onwards, we will live together."

"Hmm." Han Zilu asked, "How do you feel?"

Jiang Wei took Han Zilu's hand and stroked his arm with closed eyes, "It's a bit unreal, how about you?"

Han Zilu: "It's the same for me. In fact, every time I move, I feel like this. When I first arrive in a new place, I feel restless and unable to settle down. I always have the urge to go back to the original place."

Jiang Wei: "Are you still thinking about the place before? You don't like it here?"

Han Zilu: "I said that this is a process after moving, don't you?"

Jiang Wei: "A dormitory? There really isn't any. Anyway, I can go back anytime."

Han Zilu: "Yes, I can go back anytime, maybe I just lack a place where I can go back anytime."

When Han Zilu said this, he always smiled, but Jiang Wei always felt that he looked a little lonely.

"No sense of belonging?"

"Probably." Han Zilu looked at his fingers, there seemed to be smoke that didn't exist between his index and middle fingers.

Jiang Wei turned around and hugged Han Zilu's waist, rubbing her head against his clothes, "Do you have it now?"

Han Zilu: "What?"

"Sense of belonging, do you have this?" He said, tightening his arms and hugging Han Zilu hard.

Han Zilu smiled, stroked Jiang Wei's hair, "Well, this is very good."

The two of them just stayed on the sofa, one lying and the other sitting.

The light in the living room was not turned on, and the light in the room came from the small paper art chandelier in the foyer, which was warm and dark.

It's very quiet here, you can hear the insects chirping outside the window.

Jiang Wei just had a full meal, and lying down like this, and being tired all day, inevitably felt drowsy.

Or he really fell asleep for a minute or two, he couldn't tell, time was like a small boat floating in the middle of the lake, it seemed to be standing still, and it seemed to be drifting with the breeze.

This feeling is comfortable and comfortable, and Jiang Wei enjoys it very much, so when the phone rang, his first reaction was to frown, and the second reaction was to not think about it.

If Han Zilu hadn't pulled him up, he might really have pretended not to hear.

But he got up anyway.

Picking up the phone, Qi Jingyu's voice was over there, changing his usual slow tone, and very eager.

He said: "Jiang Wei, where are you? Siyuan drank too much and refused to go back. We have nothing to do with him. Come and see."

Just as Jiang Wei was about to speak, there was confusion on the phone for a while, and then Zhao Siyuan's drunken voice replaced Qi Jingyu.

"Damn, don't come! I don't see you!"