Window 2, Seventh Canteen

Exercise before going to bed plus a few drinks is equal to a good night's sleep without dreams.

Free activities in the morning, Jiang Wei didn't wake up until ten o'clock.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Han Zilu lying beside him looking at him.

"Morning." Han Zilu's voice was clear, as if he had woken up for a long time.

"Morning." Jiang Wei's voice was hoarse, and she moved her mouth to rub against Han Zilu's.

"It's ten o'clock, are you getting up?" Han Zilu asked.

"Yeah." Jiang Wei replied, but stayed still.

He was not fully awake yet, and wanted to lie down for a while, he blinked, looked at Han Zilu, and suddenly thought of something.

Last night... Did he confess his love to Han Zilu?

Not four words of confession, but three words.

Did he say it?

Thinking of this, Jiang Wei felt his face burn.

Han Zilu: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Wei: "No, no." He threw off the quilt, lay naked on the bed, and fanned his face with his hands, "It's a little hot, how many degrees is the air conditioner turned on?"

Han Zilu looked skeptical, "23 degrees, are you thinking of something inappropriate for children? Your face is blushing."

Jiang Wei swallowed, and looked at Han Zilu's face, "Did I say anything strange yesterday... Well, no, it's okay." He sat up in a daze, and patted his face.

No, definitely not, based on his understanding of himself, those three words must be impossible to say.

After all, he has never said it since he grew up so big, and he never thought he would say it. How can he say something that is not in his mind?

As long as the relationship is good, there is no need to really say such nasty words.

Jiang Wei turned her head and glanced at Han Zilu. He was stretching on the bed, and he was a little lazy, making people want to jump on him.

Jiang Wei looked at that face, three words suddenly popped up and turned around in his mind.

He blinked, blushing even more.

Han Zilu smiled, "What's the trick? Tell me and listen."

Jiang Wei stood up suddenly, jumped out of bed naked, went straight to the bathroom, turned on the water, and took a shower.

Woke up too late, so we settled for breakfast and lunch together. Han Zilu picked up some water spinach for Jiang Wei, and asked with his chin in his hand, "What kind of play is it? If you don't tell me, I'll keep asking."

Jiang Wei buried her head in the rice and made a face at Han Zilu.

Han Zilu patted his head, "You also have thin skin sometimes."

Jiang Weiyi had a mouthful of food in his mouth and almost choked, "It's because you have thickened your skin."

Han Zilu: "What's the arrangement for today? I leave the car at 03:30 in the afternoon, and I'm going to leave at three o'clock."

The redness on Jiang Wei's face faded, and she looked at him pitifully, "Oh..."

"Let me do the math... There are four hours left, how do you want to spend it?"

There was only one thought in Jiang Wei's mind, which was to get tired of going back to the hotel, but before he could open his mouth, Han Zilu said, "Your free activities are only in the morning. What are the arrangements for the afternoon?"

Jiang Wei pawed at the rice with some annoyance, "Take a look, Longquan Sword."

The swordsmith was shirtless, and his pectoral and abdominal muscles, as well as his biceps and triceps, were all bulging like a mountain bag.

He took turns with the hammer and repeatedly struck the blade of the sword. Every time he made a movement, beads of sweat rolled down the hill and fell to the ground.

Someone explained next to it, "This is patterned steel. Students can see the patterns on the sword body. They are all hand-forged repeatedly. Isn't it very beautiful..."

Jiang Wei was listening, when Liu Mai suddenly came over and grabbed Han Zilu's arm in front of him, "Best friend, best friend, do you think muscular men are handsome?"

Jiang Wei broke Liu Mai's paws in disgust, "Go be a nympho yourself, don't drag my Zilu along."

Liu Mai: "Tch, you don't have muscles, you have low self-esteem."

Jiang Wei refused to accept, rolled up his sleeves and squeezed out two heads and three heads, "Pull-ups are not done for nothing, okay, look, these are normal muscles, he can fry them and eat them."

Liu Mai: "It tastes better than your meat when fried."

Their voices were a little louder, and the swordsmith glanced this way, his eyes fell on Liu Mai's face, and he smiled with white teeth.

Liu Mai blushed and became dumb, just for this, Jiang Wei ran her all the way.

After visiting several fixed projects, the teacher announced free activities nearby, and many students went straight to the shop, wanting to buy some souvenirs.

Jiang Wei was not very interested in shopping, so he dragged Han Zilu to leave, but Liu Mai said, "I said Jiang Jiang, brother Han is a chef, why don't you buy him a good knife?"

Because of this sentence, Jiang Weiyi plunged into the shop.

Liu Mai wanted to follow, but Jiang Wei refused to let him go. The two fought for a long time, and Liu Mai had enough fun, so he said he would go back and watch the handsome muscular guy, and ran away.

Jiang Wei finally got rid of those classmates and got along with Han Zilu alone.

The first store mainly focuses on weapons, and mainly antiques, such as the King of Yue Sword, the King of Wu Sword, all kinds of strange weapons with the names of ancient emperors, hanging on the wall ostentatiously.

"Do you have a knife?" Jiang Wei asked.

The clerk in the store was very enthusiastic, "Yes, there are Tang swords, Japanese swords, and..."

Jiang Wei: "I want a kitchen knife."

The guy pouted at the counter, "51, pick whatever you want."

Jiang Wei glanced at it, and found that the kitchen knife was stupid and ugly, and it couldn't pass the appearance first.

"Nothing else?"

"No, this knife is very good. We are going to wholesale it all over the country. We just sent out more than 200 pieces yesterday. This is the rest. You can pick it up quickly, or these few will be gone."

"Okay...thank you." Jiang Wei pulled Han Zilu out, looked around, and picked the best-decorated store to enter.

"Boss, do you have any better kitchen knives?" Jiang Wei asked loudly as soon as he entered the door.

The boss didn't say anything, but a drawn-out voice came back to him, "Why are you here?"

It's Qi Jingyu.

The world of the two was illuminated by the light bulb again in an instant, Jiang Wei was a little upset, and was thinking about whether to change to another house, when the boss came out of the room - a sister in Hanfu.

It looks like he is 40 or [-] years old, and he can't tell the exact age.

"Hello, what kind of kitchen knife are you looking for?"

Jiang Weixin said, are there many kinds of kitchen knives?He looked at Han Zilu, and Han Zilu nodded politely at Hanfu sister, "Sister Yang, long time no see."

Sister Hanfu's eyes lit up, "Han Zilu? God, how many years has it been? Are you okay? Still cooking? Do you still use my knife?"

Han Zilu nodded, "It's all good, that's the most convenient one to use, and thank you, Sister Yang, for letting go."

Sister Yang smiled dignifiedly, "A sword deserves a hero, come on, don't stand and talk, come in and sit down."

Qi Jingyu saw that the shopkeeper was more enthusiastic about Jiang Wei and the others, with a sullen expression on his face, "Sister Yang, then I'll go first, you can greet them."

He originally wanted to be detained for a while, but Sister Yang waved goodbye to him directly, which made him even more unhappy. As soon as he went out, he called Zhao Siyuan.

In the shop, Sister Yang wiped the sea of ​​tea and made fragrant tea.

She grabbed the sleeves and poured tea for Jiang Wei and Han Zilu respectively, her movements were strict, and matched with her clothes, it was really old-fashioned.

After three cups of tea, the conversation about family life was almost finished. Sister Yang suddenly changed the topic, "I have always believed in fate. People are destined to each other, and people and things are destined to each other."

Han Zilu smiled, Jiang Wei was a little confused.

Sister Yang: "Wait for me for a while." Then she turned and entered a small door.

After a while, she came back holding a black box.

Jiang Weiyi looked at the box and thought it was pleasing to the eye. It was a classic lacquer technique, the lacquer layer was thick and moist, and a few red lines were drawn on the black background, which was simple and atmospheric.

Jiang Wei: "I like this box."

Han Zilu looked at him, "There is an idiom called Buying a Box and Returning the Pearl."

Jiang Wei pouted, "Then you want a pig, and I want a box."

Sister Yang also laughed, "Xiao Lu, is this child with you?"

Jiang Wei: "I'm his boyfriend."

Sister Yang smiled and nodded, without gossip, she opened the box and handed it to Han Zilu.

This is quite a beautiful knife.

As a face control artist who studies art, Jiang Wei is quite satisfied with its appearance.

There is no excess in the streamlined blade. On the blade, the forged patterns are like water waves, neat and dense. There is no extra decoration on the handle, only some water spots have been tapped on the texture.

Jiang Wei: "I like this knife."

Sister Yang: "You have a good eye." She said looking at Han Zilu, "It's only been a few days since I played it, and I haven't seen enough, so I don't want to put it in the store. You just happened to come here. Is this a coincidence?"

Han Zilu picked up the knife carefully, looked at it vertically and horizontally repeatedly, "Is this Master Su's craftsmanship?"

Sister Yang clicked her tongue in admiration, "So it's fate, thanks to you can see that Master Su is old and hasn't touched a hammer for many years. I begged him for more than half a year before agreeing to make this one for me."

Han Zilu put the knife back into the box and handed it back to Sister Yang.

Sister Yang showed some doubts, "You don't like it?"

Han Zilu, "Of course I like such a good thing, but it's a pity that I use it. There are not many dishes in the back kitchen of the hotel that are really worthy of such a good knife. Let's leave it to the owner who is really destined."

Sister Yang sighed, "I thought it had found its home." She was about to get up, but Jiang Wei stood up first, "Sister, do you think I am destined? Sell this knife to me, do you think it will work?"

Sister Yang: "Little classmate, you know the goods. You are in the same class as Xiao Qi who came earlier, right? I receive many students like you who come to visit every year."

Jiang Wei didn't quite understand the meaning of the words, so Han Zilu translated it in his own way, "You child, don't waste money learning how adults play knives, be careful of bedwetting."

Jiang Wei: "What's wrong with the student? Sister, I want this knife, wrap it up, and I'll take it away."

Sister Yang covered her mouth and smiled, "Even if you do take it, you can't take it away directly. The knife can't pass the security check, so it can only be mailed."

Jiang Wei: "Then mail it."

Sister Yang didn't say anything else, picked up the calculator, handed it to Jiang Wei, pressed a series of numbers, "This is an external quotation." Then she subtracted a few more numbers, "This is the reserve price for acquaintances. "

Jiang Wei knew that this item was not cheap, and while thinking about the higher price in his heart, he calculated the amount of his credit card. Maybe the price was estimated too high, but he was relieved when he saw the price at first glance.

Okay, okay, four digits.

Sister Yang added, "The price does not include the box."

Jiang Wei: "What about the box?"

Sister Yang pressed her finger on the calculator, "This."

Just as Jiang Wei was about to nod, Han Zilu stopped him, "I don't lack knives, and it's really a pity that this took me away."

Sister Yang, "Don't be ok, but don't say it's a pity, it would be a pity if you use Xiao Lu, and no one can afford it."

Jiang Wei: "Yes, Zilu's cooking is definitely the best in the world."

Sister Yang smiled at him, "That's right."

Han Zilu still shook his head.

Jiang Wei: "Then I won't use it for you. I'll buy it back and store it in the head office, right?"

Sister Yang said: "This is really not good. If it is not an expert who buys it, I can't sell this knife. It's a pity to just put it on display for a rare item."

Jiang Wei glanced at Han Zilu, but he still shook his head, "Even if you buy it, I don't need it."

Jiang Wei sat down resentfully, and Sister Yang refilled her tea.

After that, several people just sat and chatted together. Jiang Wei mentioned to buy the knife a few times, but was stopped by Han Zilu.

Time flies, and soon at 02:30, Jiang Wei and Han Zilu got up to say goodbye and went back to the hotel together.

Han Zilu didn't have a lot of luggage, so he simply put his belongings in the bag, and he was ready to go on the road.

When he was collecting things, Jiang Wei sat on the edge of the bed and watched, and the more he watched, the more upset he became.

There is a damn mechanical clock hanging on the wall, the second hand is ticking, and the hour hand is about to point to three.

Jiang Wei suddenly stood up and hugged Han Zilu, and couldn't help but kiss him on the mouth.

The kiss lasted for nearly 10 minutes, and when they finally parted, Jiang Wei said, "Aren't you in time to get to the station? Since you are in time, don't leave."

Han Zilu: "Actually, the departure time is [-]:[-]."

With a sullen face, Jiang Wei sent Han Zilu to the station, bought a ticket at the station, and sent him directly to the train.

During the ten minutes waiting for the departure, he kept holding Han Zilu's hand, and he really wanted to sit back to Beijing with him like this.

But in the end, he got out of the car and watched Han Zilu leave through the window.

When the bus drove out of sight, Jiang Wei only felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

He stood at the station for more than half an hour before leaving. When he returned to Sister Yang's shop, he bought the knife without a second thought. Everything is different.

The bed was no longer soft, the food was no longer fragrant, and the scenery outside the window was also dimmed. The soft clouds were covered with a layer of darkness, and it seemed that it was about to rain.

In the next few days, he traveled from Longquan to Jingdezhen, and he was not comfortable all the way. Except for texting and calling with Han Zilu, he felt that everything else was meaningless.

The originally good days turned into torments. He counted the minutes and seconds, and finally made it through these days.

After visiting the last studio, the teacher announced that we will return tomorrow.

Jiang Wei was excited, so she hid out and called Han Zilu regardless of what the teacher had finished speaking.

Han Zilu smiled and asked, "What do you want to eat? Prepare it for you in advance."

Jiang Wei's heart twitched and excited, "Beef noodles."