Two slow-moving people fall in love

"Spicy Moon" opened in the largest shopping plaza in University City, with a superior location and good business all year round. Han Xuan and the others arrived not too late, but they had to queue for nearly 10 minutes before entering.

After all, Huang Yifan has a restless temperament. When he came out of Shen Huiyi's house, he was still reticent, and when he was waiting for a seat, he talked a lot. Brushed a bunch of hooks, and finally handed it to Han Xuan, worried that there would not be enough food, "Why don't you take a look and add anything you want."

There are black tick marks on the menu, and some numbers are written on the back, obviously more than one. Han Xuan frowned when he saw it, and looked out the door hesitantly, "Is there anyone else who wants to come?"

"It's gone." Huang Yifan said blankly, "It's just the two of us."

"Then you ordered so many?" Han Xuan repeatedly determined the quantity of dishes, "Can you finish them all?"

"It's been a long time since I've eaten hot pot, let alone finish it, I may not be full with just this." Huang Yifan urged: "So you can order more, it won't be enough for a while."

Han Xuan gave him a suspicious look, handed him the menu, and shook his head.

Huang Yifan: "You don't want to order?"

"If it's not enough, let's add more."

Huang Yifan was overjoyed, handed the menu to the clerk, and said to Han Xuan: "I'll let you know what gluttony is later."

The dishes were served quickly, and there were three full carts, half of which were meat. Huang Yifan picked up a plate of mutton and threw it all into the pot, and extended a warm invitation with a spoon.

"Let me tell you, their mutton is very delicious. It's not at the same level as the one in front of the school. They are all authentic prairie sheep. Try it, it's definitely not bad at all!"

Han Xuan was busy putting shrimp slips into the clear soup pot, and refused the Amway without raising his head.

Huang Yifan curled his lips, and muttered while scooping up the meat: "You have to get used to it, if you're not used to eating mutton, you'll miss out on so much delicious food."

He was really hungry, and after saying this, he gorged himself on the meat in front of him, and soon emptied the stack of plates, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Han Xuan: "Are you full?"

"How is it possible." He sat up straight, staring at the dishes on the table with refreshed eyes, "I'm just not that hungry anymore."

"...Applause for you." After Han Xuan finished speaking, he looked down at the phone.

Ye Yunyi: [I just met my neighbor's grandson, who looks very similar to you. 】

"Oh yes, I remembered something." Huang Yifan was scalded by the meatball juice, and asked with his tongue out, "What about your friend?"

"What...what's the situation." Han Xuan answered absently, fiddled with the phone with his head down.

[Maybe I have a bit of a public face? 】

"It's just the one to accompany you to dinner at thirty nights. I always feel that something is wrong, please tell me, who is that?" Huang Yifan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes twice: "Why are you so fascinated?"

"Ah..." Han Xuan came back to his senses, raised his head and said, "...that's the person whose clothes I stained at the hot pot restaurant last time."

Huang Yifan was so drunk at the time that he didn't have the slightest impression of this matter. After recalling it for a long time, he couldn't remember who it was, "It's also from our school?"

Han Xuan said: "No."

Ye Yunyi: [You are not popular.In fact, in the past few days, I have seen many people who feel a bit like you. It may be that I always think of you, so I see others like you. 】

"Is that from another school?" Huang Yifan thought for a while, "From X drama?"

Han Xuan stared blankly at the phone, not daring to look up for a long time.

His ears were hot, probably red.

Across the table, Huang Yifan didn't notice anything unusual. Seeing that he didn't speak, he thought he had guessed wrong, so he simply reported all the schools in the university town.

Han Xuan poured a glass of water, and waited for the temperature to drop a little before saying: "It's not a student, he's already working."

"Then do I know him? What's his name?"

Han Xuan didn't tell him, but said, "You don't know him."

Ye Yunyi's second message followed, asking if he had eaten.

He said that he was eating hot pot with his friends.

Ye Yunyi: [Then you eat first, and then talk after eating. 】

Huang Yifan saw that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't continue to ask, and buried his head in eating for a while, then suddenly called him: "Xuan'er."

Han Xuan was scooping sweet potato flour into a bowl, and he didn't have time to look at him, so he responded casually.

Huang Yifan opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Han Xuan didn't wait for the next sentence, and looked at him strangely: "What's wrong?"

"..." Huang Yifan gave a dry laugh, swallowed the words again, "No, just... Cough, are you full yet?"

"I'm full, but there's still so much left." Han Xuan gestured, "You can't eat anymore?"

Huang Yifan gave a absent-minded hum.

Han Xuan sighed helplessly, and called the clerk to pack it.

"Then make an order," he said.

"Okay sir, wait a moment."

"Thank you," Han Xuan glanced at the phone, then turned to Huang Yifan and said, "I happen to have a pot in my dormitory, if I bring it back—"

"Xuan'er."

Huang Yifan interrupted him. For some reason, his voice sounded urgent, "I have something to tell you."

He seemed to hold his breath, collected himself, and continued: "This year the dance theater came to our school to recruit students, which is different from before."

Han Xuan nodded: "What's the difference?"

"This year--"

Huang Yifan suddenly stopped.He thought of the time when he just learned from his parents that they had divorced for him before going out.

"This matter hasn't been made public yet, so keep your mouth shut and don't turn your head around and say it."

"What is there to feel guilty about? Do you think everyone is equal in this society? Our family has this kind of relationship, so we should use it. Do you know that you are so ignorant when you are so old!"

His parents' words were too harsh, and he was suddenly not sure whether what he was going to do next was right or wrong.

In fact, what my mother said is not wrong, the recommended quota is just to make it sound better in the future...

He glanced at Han Xuan who was sitting across from him, and what appeared in his mind was the figure who appeared on TV on New Year's Eve, dancing in the center of the stage.

Anyway, it's so powerful, he probably doesn't care if it's recommended or not.

A thorny vine suddenly emerged from Huang Yifan's heart, slightly sour, and densely crawled all over his heart.

He knew what it was, but hated to know what it was.

That is jealousy that is hard to dispel once it arises.

"The number of recruits this year has been reduced, so you have to practice hard, and be careful not to be dismissed."

Han Xuan heaved a sigh of relief and smiled: "Okay, I'm so serious all of a sudden, I thought it was something."

The clerk came back with a packing box, Han Xuan said thank you, and stood up to help clean up.

"It may be cooling down again outside, you put on your coat first."

Without knowing it, he looked at Huang Yifan with concern.

Huang Yifan looked at his undefended eyes and showed a heartless smile.

"I see, I'm really worried, our Xuan'er."

He knew that he could never be honest with this man again.

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