Yang Mo remembered that the first time he was asked out was with Han Shiyu.
Yang Mo didn't know why. After the joint registration incident between the two of them passed, Han Shiyu put the previous matter behind him and let it go. until you get hit.
Lu Youqi has been living abroad before, and he misses the food of his motherland very much, and he has the ambition to eat all the food outside the school.
But takeaways are only placed at the dormitory on the first floor. He lives on the fourth floor, and it is extremely painful to climb down and up, especially in summer, when his appetite is usually lost in the rain.
When the delivery boy sent him a kind message reminder, his mood was struggling and rolling in dire straits. Every time, thanks to Yang Mo's help.
Yang Mo always brought his lunch for him, and this person did everything neatly. Come to the news, go downstairs, go upstairs, it will be solved in five minutes. The comfortable air-conditioning could not hold him back.
Until recently, the little brother who called Lou, bought an extra copy and brought it to Yang Mo on the way. This directly led to the interruption of Lu Youji's free errand service. He was embarrassed to ask Yang Mo's friend to take it with him, so he returned to the sad days of climbing stairs all day.
Lu Youqi pondered how bumpy his road was when he ran from the West Campus to the East Campus and then detoured to the most secluded Haishi Apartment.
Yang Mo persuaded him not to listen. In the end, I had no choice but to accept the take-out order, instead of ordering it myself.
On this day, Yang Mo went to Cheng Shao to ask questions, but he didn't come back at noon.
Han Shiyu knocked on the door and came in, put the takeaway on the table, and politely said to Lu Youqi on the bed, "Senior, when Senior Yang Mo comes back, ask him if he is free this Sunday."
"Oh, okay..." Lu Youqi pulled out his head from the phone and asked in confusion, "Hey, why didn't you tell him yourself."
Han Shiyu: "I don't have his contact information."
Lu Youqi: "You want it."
Han Shiyu: "...I don't dare."
Lu Youqi: "..."
Lu Youqi thought it was funny, thinking that he wanted to apologize to Yang Mo, but he was restrained by the vicious image of his roommate, so he could only be careful to please.
He thought this little brother was a little cute, so out of kindness, he gave him Yang Mo's contact information.
In order to express his gratitude, Han Shiyu agreed on the spot to bring him food in the future.
…
Yang Mo was in Cheng Shao's office, as if there was something wrong with the school's official website, he took a group of teachers and students to maintain it.
Although computer is not the first major ace major. But even the phoenix tail is beyond the reach of ordinary birds.
Yang Mo watched them operate, frowning earnestly, and asked a few questions from time to time.
A student of this major next to him explained to him one by one. The conversation between the two was very brief, as if there was a kind of spiritual exchange. When the other party made an exact point, Yang Mo immediately understood.
This kind of commonality and tacit understanding made Yang Mo feel very comfortable in the process of thinking, so he couldn't help but pay attention to the professional boy.
In the middle of the way, Yang Mo came with a message, which was sent by Lu Youqi. Yang Mo walked out lightly and opened the chat interface.
He matched a photo with a slice of takeaway on the table.
He voiced: "When will you be back?"
Yang Mo: "Soon."
Lu Youqi: "That little brother of yours asked me to ask you if you are free on Sunday."
As soon as he heard "little brother" Yang Mo had a headache, he frowned and said, "Tell him that I'm not available."
He put down his mobile phone, and was about to enter the room to say hello to Cheng Shao, when he saw the boy who had been answering his questions come out, and the two bumped into each other.
The other party: "Hello."
Yang Mo: "Well."
There was silence for a while.
Yang Mo: "Are you going to dinner?" The other party: "Together?"
Yang Mo: "Okay."
Unexpectedly, the two of them made their way.
The No. 4 restaurant in the west school is the best and most expensive one in the school. The decoration on the third floor is not inferior to the outside, and the students and young couples eat here.
Inexplicably, the two of them went to the third floor of the fourth meal.
Yang Mo likes chefs who put chili peppers here without being too soft. As long as there are spicy dishes, it is generally in line with his taste.
And this one also likes a certain dish here. As long as he comes to the cafeteria to eat, he usually goes to the third floor of the fourth meal.
Yang Mo thought the fit between the two was very interesting, so he simply stayed with him and ate together in the cafeteria.
"Lin Chu."
The other party first reported himself to the portal, and then said, "Yang Mo, right, Teacher Cheng mentioned you to me."
Yang Mo nodded.
Lin Chu: "Are you studying mathematics?"
Yang Mo: "Well."
Lin Chu: "Don't consider changing majors?"
Yang Mo: "Just as an interest."
Lin Chu: "You are very talented."
Yang Mo: "Thank you."
Talking to him, Yang Mo always felt very refreshing. There is no need to guess and speculate, nor to take care of the complex emotions of the other party. Just like a computer, things that can be expressed in a few codes will not be repeated.
Lin Chu: "Mr. Cheng said that I am very similar to you, and I think so too."
Yang Mo's mouth curved, and he smiled, "I was just about to say it."
Yang Mo wanted to continue to say something, but suddenly felt a chill on his body.
As soon as he looked up, he suddenly saw the little brother who had been pestering him all day on the table not far away.
There are two girls opposite Han Shiyu, but his eyes are staring miserably on him, with a kind of resentment. When Yang Mo raised his head, it happened to meet him.
Yang Mo: "?"
Suddenly the phone called.
Yang Mo picked it up. Glancing at that, he found that Han Shiyu was also putting the phone to his ear.
"Brother, I brought you food and put it in the dormitory."
Yang Mo took out his phone and looked at the number.
Yang Mo said again, "Why are you here?"
Han Shiyu: "Someone invited me to dinner."
Yang Mo frowned: "Then why are you calling me?"
It just so happened that Han Shiyu just raised his eyes and saw Yang Mo's smile, and suddenly felt blocked in his heart. After dawdling and unable to say anything, he repeated it again: "...I brought you Mala Chaoshou. I bought it after a long queue near the central square. My friend said that the ones there are very good. eat."
Han Shiyu: "I put it in a heat preservation bucket for you, and it won't get cold for a while..." He said: "And the skewers bought from the East Campus are all spicy, and they're all placed in your dormitory..."
Han Shiyu said aggrieved: "I haven't eaten yet..."
Yang Mo: "..."
There are often puppies wandering around in the central green belt of Haishi Building. When they are hungry, they stand on the side of the road and squeak a few times, and many students passing by will happily buy food for it.
The little thing screamed softly, and Yang Mo was also one of the passing students who had fallen.
He suddenly felt that Han Shiyu's pitiful tone was very similar to that dog.
For some reason, his heart twitched, and he felt as if he felt guilty for the next bite of the dish.
Yang Mo "beeped" and hung up the phone.
Looking at the food just prepared in front of him, he hesitated.
Seeing his expression when he hung up the phone, Lin Chu asked, "Is something wrong?"
Yang Mo took a breath and said, "Sorry, I may need to go back now."
Lin Chu: "It's okay, we got together because of the way."
Yang Mo nodded. Then he picked up the plate - he only moved a chopstick for the dishes in it, and the rice didn't even move.
He walked in front of Han Shiyu.
I stared at this man coldly for a long time.
Han Shiyu blinked at him innocently.
There are exercise books and milk tea on the table of the two girls opposite him. It seems that the air-conditioning field around Yang Mo draws a circle with the body as the center and the radius of two meters. Thinking that he is here to fight, he instinctively shrinks in. .
Yang Mo put the untouched food in front of the uneaten dog. Pointing at him, he said, "If there is a grain of rice left, cut off the head and put it in a bag and carry it to see me."
Han Shiyu blinked, with a smile inside, and said, "Oh."
The girls still haven't figured out the situation: "?"
Yang Mo put the phone in his pocket and went downstairs to the dormitory.
Lin Chu turned his head to look here, just in time to see Han Shiyu's sunny face. Lin Chu felt that this person was very familiar, and before he could remember the person's name, Han Shiyu grinned and called to him, "Hello, Brother Lin."
Lin Chu: "?"
…
Yang Mo remembered the day in college.
He ate all the hands that Han Shiyu brought, which directly caused inflammation of the tonsils, and got up in the middle of the night to look for anti-inflammatory drugs.
He doesn't even know why he did it at the time.
Han Shiyu sat opposite him.
Furnace Hong heated the air to the point of ripples, and the fragrance was densely inside, slowly wafting out.
Yang Mo also picked up a piece of raw meat, and after baking it by himself, dipped it in the dipping sauce.
But Han Shiyu stopped his chopsticks.
Yang Mo frowned: "What are you doing?"
Han Shiyu was particularly tough in this regard: "Tsk, don't dip it so much spicy."
Yang Mo: "I don't just eat something..."
Han Shiyu didn't listen, grabbed his slices of meat, rinsed it in the water, and a small piece of red oil appeared in the small white porcelain bowl. Then he handed back the meat after bathing to Yang Mo and said, "Okay."
Yang Mo: "..."
…
The two had never agreed to restrict him from eating spicy food, and Yang Mo could not have any complaints.
But no one would have thought that Han Shiyu actually wrote this agreement into the wedding vows.
He couldn't forget the two of them wearing white suits and standing on the red carpet that day.
The pastor said solemnly in some broken Chinese—
"Mr. Yang Mo, are you willing to marry Mr. Han Shiyu? Love him and be loyal to him, no matter if he is poor, sick or disabled..."
The priest's blue eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"...whether he lets you eat spicy food or not..."
Yang Mo: "???"
"… until death," said the priest, "would you like to?"
He looked at Han Shiyu who was smiling.
The young guests at their table, as well as the parents of both parties, couldn't help laughing.
This guy is really good at taking every opportunity he can to say "I do".
…
He held back his breath, thinking that he must find a chance to cut off the damn tonsils.
He looked up at Han Shiyu, who was grilling meat in front of him. He was dressed in black, so serious that Yang Mo suspected that he would cover up his prickly heat.
Yang Mo sighed and took off his jacket: "Aren't you hot?"
Han Shiyu: "Hot."
Yang Mo: "Hot you take off your clothes."
Han Shiyu said, "What if someone recognizes you."
"You're more eye-catching like this, like an idiot." Yang Mo stuffed the clothes he took off inside, gave Han Shiyu a contemptuous look, and said, "There aren't many people here. No one is watching you."
Han Shiyu thinks so too, he is not an entertainment star who relies on his face to eat, and he is usually not followed by paparazzi. So he looked around, put his heart down a little, and took off his hat and sunglasses. By the way, he sighed, "Suffocated me."
Just as he took off one sleeve of his clothes, Han Shiyu was taken aback for a moment, then tactically lied down and quickly put on the sleeve he took off.
Yang Mo was taken aback by his gesture and frowned: "What are you doing?"
Han Shiyu couldn't wait to squeeze a voice out of his throat and said, "Behind you, right back!"
Yang Mo saw the fool's eyes glued to him for a second, turned back in doubt, and then his pupils shrank.
"I heard that this restaurant has good reviews," Yang Han said, walking in, clutching the strap of his satchel.
Liu Zuoye took off the peaked cap to fan the wind, her hair was blown gently, she said, "Are you hungry?"
Yang Han: "A little..."
She glanced at Liu Zuoye secretly. From the very beginning, Liu Zuoye had been by her side and didn't talk much. He only said a few words when proposing where to play, like an emotionless Gothe map.
She knew that Liu Zuoye must have told her something in advance, otherwise she would not have asked her out for no reason.
The two were wandering around, not knowing how far they had strayed from their original destination. Yang Han finally found a self-service barbecue restaurant and wanted to sit down and rest, and let Liu Zuoye finish what she wanted to say, otherwise he would also feel uncomfortable.
"Then... this house?" Yang Han asked.
Liu Zuoye glanced at the price list imperceptibly, and frowned slightly.
She turned her head and saw the beads of sweat on Yang Han's head, but still replied, "Okay."
The two went inside to find a seat. Suddenly passing a table, Liu Zuoye gave him a strange look.
After Yang Han found the position, she glanced at the table just now from a distance.
I saw two people, who seemed to be two men—one in black with a peaked cap and a pair of sunglasses, his coat pulled to the top, and he was slowly sandwiching the meat.
The man opposite him, wearing a white camouflage jacket, buttoned up a hoodie, and a pair of sunglasses, was tactically covering his mouth with one hand, solemnly raising his chopsticks to start eating.
Liu Zuoye frowned and looked around, but couldn't find any cameras. He thought that these two were either punk-style performance artists, or the hospital next door didn't line up to sign up.
Liu Zuoye muttered, "Aren't they hot?"
Yang Han followed Liu Zuoye's gaze and saw these two strangers, and suddenly felt a little familiar.
Yang Han: "..."
She turned her head immediately, pretended not to see anything, and gave the two of them a precise definition: "The next... The hospital next to you didn't have a number on it."
Liu Zuoye: "Oh."
…
Yang Mo started to think.
Why are they hiding.
First, they are not following, and second, they are not in a secret relationship.
Han Shiyu had to shake his head sharply to see that he was shaking his head: "I don't know, just subconsciously."
Yang Mo couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him from below.
"...But why are you like this?" Han Shiyu was puzzled, glanced at him through his sunglasses, and said, "Isn't this the first time you followed Xiao Yang?"
Yang Mo: "..."
This damn Han Shiyu behavior.