Jiang Fuyue and Xie Dingyuan left Liuxianju and walked along the pedestrian street.
The night wind blew gently, bringing a burst of coolness.
"Wouldn't it be too sweet?" the man said suddenly.
Jiang Fuyue just fed the last candied haws into her mouth, and said after swallowing, "It's okay."
"You seem to have a sweet tooth?"
"I like it." She smiled.
Xie Dingyuan also laughed.
"What to eat?"
Jiang Fuyue thought for a while: "Hot pot."
The man is not surprised at all.
"Walk."
A quarter of an hour later, the two sat down at a hot pot restaurant with a good business on the street.
There are no private rooms, only lobby seats.
Bustling and bustling, people coming and going, every table is filled with white smoke, and the fireworks in the world are reflected to the extreme at this moment.
Xie Dingyuan took the pen from the waiter, and he is now very proficient in ordering food.
Soon, all the dishes were served, all Jiang Fuyue's favorite food.
Mostly meat, with fresh mushrooms and vegetables.
"Would you like something to drink?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Canned herbal tea."
Xie Dingyuan called the waiter, maybe it was too noisy around, the other party didn't hear him, so he just got up and went to get it himself.
Then he opened the pull ring, inserted the straw, and put it in Jiang Fuyue's hand.
"Normal temperature, is that okay?"
The girl nodded.
Xie Dingyuan spent most of his time helping Jiang Fuyue with vegetables.
"You eat too!"
"I ate at Minghui Hall, and I'm not hungry yet."
Jiang Fuyue nodded, no longer forcing herself, and focused on her own bowl.
She stared at the boiling pot, and he stared at her, occasionally helping her scoop out the fish that slipped through the bottom of the soup with a colander.
Everything is so harmonious.
Except for the floor-to-ceiling windows, Lao Jin and the others who had a panoramic view of this scene.
Originally they were going to take a taxi back to the apartment, but on the way Lao Bai said that the paper had been broken for several days at home and they had to go to the supermarket.
After Lao Jin and the others thought about it, it was time to add some daily necessities.
The four big men asked the driver to turn to Chunfeng Street, and happily went to the supermarket together.
I didn't expect to come out after shopping, pass by a hot pot restaurant, and see this? !
pat—
Lao Jin's shopping bag fell, and the contents rolled out.
Unfortunately, no one bothered to pick it up.
They all stared straight at Professor Xie who was skillfully serving Jiang Fuyue's food inside, as if they saw some kind of alien creature.
Lao Jin: "How do I remember that Professor Xie doesn't eat hot pot?"
Ding Yu: "Maybe...won't eat with us?"
Liu Guan: "You can be more tactful."
Lao Bai: "It turns out that the professor also serves food for others. Judging by his level of proficiency, it may not be once or twice. I said last time I saw something wrong with the two of them coming out of the laboratory building together during the holiday. None of you believed it. Now Did you see it?"
Liu Guan: "Actually, this doesn't mean anything. It's just a meal and a side dish."
No kisses, no hugs, no hugs.
Lao Jin: "This is all behind the back of our two worlds, what can't be explained? Are you kidding?"
"That's right!" Lao Bai still insisted on his own judgment: "Then I haven't seen Professor Xie and I live together, eating hot pot with us, and serving food?"
Lao Jin thinks about that scene, uh...
Too beautiful to dare to look at.
"Wait, let me take a picture..." Lao Bai took out his phone.
Click!
Just at this moment, Xie Dingyuan looked this way, and the complexions of several people suddenly changed, and they ran away.
Lao Jin didn't even have time to pick up the shopping bag.
Jiang Fuyue: "What are you looking at?"
Xie Dingyuan withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "It's nothing, just a few curious sparrows."
"?"
After this meal, Jiang Fuyue was really full.
Xie Dingyuan went to pay the bill.
She took her coat and his and went out to wait at the door.
The night wind was blowing, and the chill was getting deeper.
Winter is getting closer and closer, and the ginkgo trees planted on both sides of the road have lost their leaves in large areas, and there are large golden patches on the ground.
"Okay." Xie Dingyuan came out quickly.
Jiang Fuyue handed him the coat.
A smell of hot pot came over his face. If it was before, Xie Dingyuan would not only frown, but also throw it away on the spot in disgust.
But at this moment, he took it with his usual expression, and put it back on without haste.
Seeing that Jiang Fuyue couldn't fit the cuffs when he was wearing it, he stretched out his hand to hold it, "This way..."
"Thank you." She fastened the button and looked up with a smile.
Xie Dingyuan also hooked his lips: "Let's go?"
"Yeah." Just in time to digest, hiccup...
"There is a square in front, there are many performers, go and have a look?"
"OK."
The square was crowded with people and it was very lively.
On the left is the square dance area, where a group of aunts twist their waists to the music.
At first glance, it looks neat.
To the right are small vendors who set up stalls, some selling antiques and jade, some selling mobile phone film, and daily necessities and department stores for ten yuan to choose at will...
Going forward, it is the performing arts scene that Xie Dingyuan said.
"Acrobatics?" Jiang Fuyue looked at a man and a woman with astonishingly flexible bodies, tossing and catching in the air, and somersaulting back and forth.
Xie Dingyuan: "Well. It should be a member of the acrobatic troupe resident in Linhuai. When there is no training, they come out to perform and make money."
After watching a scene, Jiang Fuyue applauded sincerely.
Then he took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and transferred two hundred yuan.
The other party set up a notification for the account to be broadcast, and the woman nodded gratefully towards Jiang Fuyue.
"Do you like to watch acrobatics?"
"I can't say I like it, but I just watch it once in a while, and I find it rare."
Xie Dingyuan: "Pay for novelty?"
Jiang Fuyue stopped and turned her head, looked up at him: "No."
"?"
"Pay for the visual enjoyment brought to me by other people's hard work."
"Then why two hundred?"
Many people give single digits, at most tens of dollars, and hundreds of dollars are rare.
Jiang Fuyue pursed her lips, and the bright street lights hit her face, her eyebrows and eyes raised.
"First, because I have money."
"Second, I think it's worth two hundred."
"It's as simple as that. Is there anything else you want to ask?"
The man shook his head: "No more."
Then, he went back and gave the pair of acrobats two hundred yuan as well.
Jiang Fuyue couldn't understand: "What are you doing?"
"First, I have money."
"Second, it makes you think it's worth two hundred, so it's worth two hundred to me."
"Is there anything else you want to ask?"
Jiang Fuyue was startled: "Xie Dingyuan, why did you imitate me?!"
"Is there?" He didn't admit it, and walked forward with his hands behind his back.
Jiang Fuyue: "..." This person is a bit like a rascal.
Next to the acrobatic performance was a middle-aged male singer, holding a guitar, long hair, black-frame mirror, and ripped jeans, singing to himself.
It has both the wildness of a singer and the romance of a poet.
Xie Dingyuan stopped in front of the QR code sign, thought for a while, and took out his phone.
Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows: "Want to order a song?"
"Um."
Twenty yuan a song.
He asked her, "What do you want to hear?"
"Old songs." Jiang Fuyue said, thought for a while, and added, "It's best to be a love song."
Open-air squares, wandering singers, vicissitudes of face and hairstyle, slightly hoarse voice, nothing is more suitable than singing love songs.
After receiving the transfer, the middle-aged singer held the guitar and looked at Xie Dingyuan: "What do you want to hear, friend?"
Jiang Fuyue also looked at him.
Xie Dingyuan pondered for a moment: "... "Ghost Confused Heart Aperture"."
Really old song.
But the reason why classics are called classics is because they can stand the test of time.
When the low smoke voice slowly sang—
It's fine if you're delusional
Whether it's the karma of the previous life
…
It's fate
It doesn't matter if you deliberately teased me
Jiang Fuyue was fascinated by it.
Xie Dingyuan was also stunned for a moment.
Suddenly, he turned his eyes to the girl beside him.
Isn't he just "ghost obsessed"
How could you want to be close to someone so much? For no reason, without warning.
When she was close, her heartbeat would involuntarily speed up.
When she leaves, she will fall into a sense of loss again.
He seems to... like her
What's next
Like what's next
How should the logic chain be stringed together
If it is an algorithm, what kind of result will be obtained after Y/N
Xie Dingyuan seems to have encountered the biggest problem in his academic career.
And he seems to have never even understood Jiang Fuyue's question, so how can he start to solve it
Shen Qiannan said, "You should confess your love."
He asked, "And then?"
"Then who knows? There are only two outcomes anyway—success or failure."
"So what is success? What is failure? Can the measure be quantified to two decimal places?"
He could feel Shen Qiannan's speechlessness towards him at that moment.
"Success means that the girl accepts your confession and becomes your girlfriend; failure means that you can't even be friends, and it's embarrassing to meet you."
"As for the criterion... there is only one, and that is whether the girl likes you or not, and whether she has feelings for you!"
so…
Does Jiang Fuyue like him
Have feelings for him
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