There were a lot of people getting off the bus when they arrived at the station. Everyone went to the door ahead of time. An Ning was trapped inside. There were people waiting to get off. Qin Weihang was behind him. It's a different feeling when someone taller than you is standing behind you. When the speed of the car slowed down, he fell forward, and Qin Weihang's hand held his right shoulder to help him stabilize. When he squeezed out of the car door, Qin Weihang's hand was lightly placed on his shoulder, so he was sent out from the crowd. An Ning was quite envious. It's good to be tall, and he can habitually protect others.
After getting off the bus, An Ning followed the flow of people up the escalator. He had never been to this station. When he got up, he found that there were more than a dozen exits. Qin Weihang stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "This way."
He didn't ask where he was going, just followed Qin Weihang and turned left and right towards Exit 3. The subway station on weekends is bustling, and there are very few people alone. People are in twos and threes, chatting while walking, but Qin Weihang doesn't seem to have anything to talk to him, and An Ning seems to be used to it. If Qin Weihang stopped and greeted him at this time, "people It's a lot", and asked him "Have you been here before?", but he wondered if it was Qin Weihang.
The escalator leading to the ground was full of people, and people from Anning walked under the escalator. Seeing Qin Weihang walking down the stairs, he hurriedly squeezed out of the people behind him and followed Qin Weihang.
The stairs are very long. Qin Weihang is tall and has long legs. It seems that he has no effort to go up the stairs. He will not turn back or stop to talk to him. He doesn't care about the silent state between the two. Sometimes I have to speed up my pace to chase two steps, and I find it funny. Qin Weihang is obviously leading him, why is he acting like a stalker who stalks the handsome guy
The handsome guy was wearing a black long-sleeved T with zebra crossing and the words WHITE on the back. An Ning still remembers this design, because he remembered that Salinger wore the same style. He thought it was the kind that only celebrities could afford. Thinking of being able to see it on the people around him, and Qin Weihang's dark camouflage backpack in the military style on his back, it seems that only he can control this street.
After leaving the subway station, the night breeze brought the lively sound of the night market. An Ning looked around, and the whole long street was full of neon lights of restaurants, dazzlingly dazzling. It was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and none of these storefronts seemed to be closing.
Qin Weihang kept walking forward. He was not like other people on the street, he was wandering around, walking lazily, admiring the beautiful night view, and enjoying the last time of the weekend. He had a definite destination, and he just focused on approaching it. . An Ning couldn't restrain his curiosity about this taciturn roommate, guessing where his destination was, which neon sign could be selected by Qin Weihang
Unexpectedly, they followed Qin Weihang further and further away. The lively food street was left behind, and the surroundings gradually became quiet. They walked up a stone road, walked into a fork in the road, and came to a courtyard that seemed to be a private house. There was a half-length bamboo curtain hanging at the door. Qin Weihang raised his hand and went in. An Ning glanced at the words on the bamboo curtain and followed him in. He immediately heard the sound of spring water, which skillfully blocked the noise of the busy traffic outside. , Is this quiet courtyard actually a restaurant
Almost every restaurant I passed by before was crowded with people, and some queued up on the sidewalk, but it seemed as if no one was here. An Ning followed behind Qin Weihang and walked along the deep path built by the bamboo fence. Only then did he see the entrance of the restaurant, with a white wall and an antique style. Waiter in dark blue chef hat. The waitress seemed to know Qin Weihang, and when she brought them into the restaurant, she asked, "Did something happen yesterday?" Qin Weihang said "um".
It's not really big here. There are a few rattan chairs outside the lobby. The coffee table in the center is a tree stump with a strange shape. I don't know if it's a real tree stump or artificial. There is a set of tea sets on it, the ceiling of the lobby is also all wood, and there is a pot of Clivia at the door. There are only three large, medium and small private rooms. The waiter led them to the smallest one. The door of the private room is an ancient Chinese door, but it is a modern design, and it is pushed and pulled on both sides. An Ning secretly swallowed her saliva, the price of such a restaurant can't be cheap.
Entering the small private room, there is a small terrace outside, so although the room is small, it feels very open. Outside the terrace is the scenery of the courtyard.
Qin Weihang took off his backpack and put it aside. After he sat down, An Ning sat down a little embarrassedly. The waiter gave him a leather bronzing menu and gave it to him directly, without going through Qin Weihang. Because the hand was too solemn, An Ning people all leaned back on their chairs, and hurriedly sat up straight to take over. The inner page of the menu is the kind of plain floral paper, with only the name of the dish printed in regular script. There is neither a picture nor a price. Just looking at the name of the dish, An Ning can't figure out why, and I can't even turn it over. When it comes to the price of these dishes, in the end, I can only look at Qin Weihang for help: "How about you order it?"
Qin Weihang was standing up and opened the door of the terrace. Hearing this, he walked over and took the menu. When he sat down, he asked him, "Do you have anything you can't eat?"
Anning said no.
Qin Weihang flipped through and ordered four dishes, what kind of fish maw soup, fried shrimp with three spring onions, braised beef brisket, and fried asparagus, An Ning saw that he wanted to order more, and couldn't help but interject: "That... the two of us don't want it. Is it too much?"
He didn't have any confidence in what he said. Qin Weihang looked up at him, and finally said, "They are very small. Let's ask for one more dish and two fried rice."
That look was a serious questioning. An Ning felt that if he said no, Qin Weihang would really not order again, but he couldn't say no at all.
Qin Weihang finally ordered a pork dish with plum vegetables and a signature fried rice, gave the menu to the waiter, and leaned back on the chair himself. The chair has a semi-circular back, and An Ning found that Qin Weihang really liked to lean back lazily like this, with his arms draped to the sides or in front of him, reminding him of a black leopard nestled in the chair, with slender limbs nowhere to be placed.
When the food was served, An Ning couldn't help but asked Qin Weihang, "Is it expensive here?"
Qin Weihang said it was fine.
An Ning was a little uneasy: "Which is more expensive than your red envelope?"
Qin Weihang listened to his cautious tone, resisted the urge to laugh, and said sternly: "Do you regret confiscating my red envelope now?"
An Ning widened her eyes and pointed at the empty dining table: "This is really more expensive than a red envelope?!"
Qin Weihang didn't expect the other party to be so serious. He sat up straight from the chair, cleared his throat and said, "It's not that expensive. After all, we only ordered five dishes."
An Ning thought about it, and it seems that this is the same reason. It is impossible for a dish to cost four or five hundred yuan.
The fish maw soup came up first, and then the dishes were served one after another. Qin Weihang picked up his chopsticks and ate it, and only said, "You can do it yourself."
Seeing him so casual, An Ning eased her discomfort a lot.
Qin Weihang was right. Although the dishes here are exquisite and delicious, the portion is really small. Fortunately, Qin Weihang ordered two fried rice. When serving the fried rice, An Ning found that there was crab meat in the fried rice. After a bite, the taste was not very good. She asked the waiter curiously, "What kind of crab is this?"
Before the waitress could speak, Qin Weihang, who was on the opposite side, said, "It's just an ordinary crab."
An Ning looked at him, dubious.
Qin Weihang said, "Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs," while eating without raising his head.
An Ning sighed with pain in her heart, it was really expensive.
The waitress held back her smile very professionally, and stepped out without disturbing them.
Taking advantage of the charm of the food, An Ning can be considered to have a chat with Qin Weihang, and he said without hesitation: "Actually, there is no need for the two of us to come to such a high-end place for a supper."
Qin Weihang looked up and saw that the person across the table lowered his head and ate very seriously, and his expression was full of satisfaction. Every bite seemed to be like "how much is this, I want to eat it well". Side said: "You didn't say you couldn't come, and you followed me all the way and didn't say a word."
An Ning reflected on himself, it turned out that it wasn't that Qin Weihang didn't talk to him, but that he didn't take the initiative to talk to him! He nodded and said, "I'm just... a little curious where you're taking me to eat."
Qin Weihang still had a mouthful of fried rice with king crab meat in his mouth, and he couldn't help but let out a laugh. After eating that mouthful of rice, he raised his head and said, "Do you think I'll take you somewhere for supper? That kind of urban legend is hidden in the ruins. An immortal chef in a dilapidated stilted building? The kind that explodes in the brain in one bite? The head of Zhonghua?" An Ning laughed a little embarrassedly, but he didn't expect Qin Weihang to say such a long sentence in one breath, and he had also watched Zhonghua Xiao. If it weren't for the fact that his voice was naturally low and lazy, his narrow tone would be similar to that of other boys of the same age.
Qin Weihang put down his chopsticks, put his hands forward on the table, looked at the box, and said, "I didn't expect it to be so tacky."
"It's not tacky, it's fireworks." An Ning said, and sighed helplessly in his heart, but it was the fireworks of you rich people.
It didn't take much time to eat this supper, and An Ning wanted to eavesdrop on how much it cost when he left, but Qin Weihang walked out of the door, looked back at him, and said, "Let's go, it's already settled."
An Ning had no choice but to go out, asking incomprehensibly, "When did you get married?"
"When I went to the terrace just now, that terrace leads to the outside." Qin Weihang said, and glanced at him sideways, "It's really not expensive, I just like the environment here."
Knowing that Qin Weihang didn't want to be burdened, An Ning laughed twice and said, "Don't worry, I don't care." In fact, my heart hurts so badly, I think this is probably my part-time salary for a month, enough for me It's half-term tuition, alas, but it's really delicious. I haven't been to such a high-level place to eat since I was a child, and he has eaten a lot, and his stomach is fuller than usual. Especially in the later plate of pork with plum vegetables, it was the one with the most weight on the table. As soon as the pork was served, Qin Weihang asked the waiter to bring it to him, then he picked up his chopsticks and divided the plate into two, got up and evened it out. He gave half of it, and said "one person and one half".
He was a little embarrassed. Although he was indeed half a person, his physique was incomparable to Qin Weihang. It was a bit like a dog on a skewer and a Siberian wolf eating the same amount. If the dog was full, the wolf might not be full. He also doesn't know if Qin Weihang usually eats with people in this way, and if he can eat a galloping arrogance in a palace-like restaurant, but it makes the people who eat with him not restrained and polite, and eat very well. Comfortable.
Returning to the original road, I arrived at the subway station in a blink of an eye. It is even a pity that the distance is too short.
"Then I'm going back to school," he said.
"Let's go together," Qin Weihang walked down the entrance of the subway station, "I am in the opposite direction of yours."
The two entered the subway station together. The subway on An Ning's side just entered the station. He turned around and said goodbye in a hurry: "Goodbye then!" Carrying a backpack, he rushed into the carriage.
When he got on the subway, he didn't rush into the carriage, but stood by the door. Through the door, he could see a person walking slowly to the back of Qin Weihang who was waiting for the bus. There were more and more people waiting for the bus. , The back figure took a few steps forward with the flow of people, and seemed to be gradually blending into the crowd, but it kept failing and constantly protruding.
An Ning laughed. He seemed to be trying to blend in with the crowd, but he couldn't blend in. It was always a landscape in the crowd, a landmark in the building complex, and only a back figure could easily capture people's attention.
Hey, blame your mother for making you tall and handsome, stand out from the crowd.