A group of people clamored to go to the fish head restaurant to eat Hunan cuisine, claiming to take care of the deputy squad leader's throat that had just recovered from inflammation.
Hou Yuetao was a little confused: "Is Hunan cuisine very healthy? Shouldn't it be so spicy that you faint?"
"There are also non-spicy ones." Yu Yizhou comforted him, "You have to learn to be content, at least you can find something light and sweet in the fish head restaurant, otherwise we will go directly to eat spicy grilled fish."
"That's right, if you really don't want to eat 68 per capita chopped pepper fish head, you can hug Brother Xing's thigh and exchange it for a Hunan restaurant with 680,000 per capita."
A group of people applauded along with Aowao, the person who originally spoke just said that, everyone laughed and made a fuss, it was a regular repertoire of boys' idiots. But this time Ji Xingling might be in a trance, so he said casually, "Do you want to eat Hunan cuisine? Yes, I'll treat you."
"..."
Ge Hao had to remind: "Brother Xing, we are talking about sixty-eight thousand."
"Find me a Hunan restaurant with an average per capita of 68,000 now." Ji Xingling came back to his senses, and patted the other person's head, "If you can't pick one, go to the Ginkgo Restaurant."
The name was a little strange, and a boy at the scene took out his mobile phone to check it, and was dazzled by the person displayed on the app. Of course, it is far from tens of thousands, but this price is still a little too much for high school students. Hou Yuetao took the initiative to raise his hand: "Don't worry about me! I can eat grilled fish, just order me a sauce, really."
"Okay, don't talk nonsense." Ji Xingling asked Lin Jing to call a car, and said to Yizhou, "You know the place, you take the rest of the people to take three cars."
Zheng Bufan was more straightforward, so he opened his mouth and asked, "Brother Xing, can you squeeze two more people in your car?"
Someone nearby immediately protested: "Fart, can my brother Xing be squeezed?"
"That's right, Brother Xing should not only not be squeezed, but should also sit on the roof!"
“The top of the Aston Martin!”
"The top of the Bugatti Veyron!"
The dogleg meeting successfully turned into a car registration meeting, a group of boys stood on the side of the road, laughing and joking. Yu Yizhou asked Ge Hao and Hou Yuetao to call a car respectively, and asked Ji Xingling: "The last time we went to Ginkgo was two years ago, why did I suddenly think of this store?"
"Isn't it delicious? Old Hou has a bad throat recently, let him keep healthy." Ji Xingling put his schoolbag on his shoulders, "My car seems to be coming, hurry up."
Lin Jing took a private car. According to experience, there is a high probability that it will be a Honda Accord or a Volkswagen Passat. Unexpectedly, this time the system directly dispatched a Huasong Business, which is huge and has seven seats. Even if Brother Xing and Brother Lin need to lie down in a row, it is reasonable to say that there can be another person in the car. Yu Yizhou didn't change his face, and before Zheng Bufan raised the unreasonable demand for carpooling again, he dragged the person aside.
"..."
Both picked the last row.
Lin Jing fastened his seat belt and looked at the map on his phone: "I thought it was nearby, and it will take more than half an hour?"
Ji Xingling asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Fortunately, I just ate a small bun in the arena."
"Well, you should like this store, it's very healthy."
"Why should I like special health care?"
"Because you drink avocado carrot celery and orange certainly not because it tastes good."
It is very reasonable for Mr. Kobayashi to eat health-preserving Ginkgo House.
Lin Jing squeezed the juice bottle, and suddenly asked, "Why didn't you ask two more people to get in the car just now?"
"... To be reasonable, you didn't bark either."
"Because I have to stand on the side of the road to check the license plate."
"It's too crowded." Ji Xingling lazily leaned on the car seat, looked at the shops passing by outside the window, and replied to him as if he didn't care, "It's annoying and sleepy."
Lin Jing gave a "hmm" and didn't say anything more.
The car was eerily quiet.
After a while, Ji Xingling came to his senses after a while, so he added a sentence without beginning or end: "No, I don't think you are noisy, I mean Zheng Bufan and the others, you can talk."
The driver listened to the music in front, thinking that the children nowadays are so fun, but forced by his professionalism, he only gave a vague and brief laugh.
Ji Xingling: "..."
He turned to look at the people around him.
Lin Jing was flipping through the menu on his mobile phone, he didn't seem to care about the silly patch he just said, and just asked, "What's delicious here?"
"It's all okay." Seeing that he didn't bother with the previous question, Ji Xingling was inexplicably relieved, "I haven't been there for two years." Last time it was with Yu Yizhou and the others. The two families had dinner together during the festival. There are still more business banquets. Although it is Hunan cuisine, it is not too spicy. It takes the nourishing route, and Mr. Kobayashi who chooses tomatoes for juice is very good, and the environment is also good.
Lin Jing turned off the phone screen: "Have you ever been to the fish head restaurant they mentioned?"
"I've been there. It's mainly close to the school. Lao Hou and the others like to eat, and they used to have dinner together."
"Then why didn't you go this time?"
"..."
Ji Xingling pinched his knuckles for no reason, as if he wanted to wipe off the remaining touch between his fingers, and said vaguely: "No, that restaurant is greasy and dirty, you will definitely not be able to eat it, anyway, Hunan cuisine tastes the same, and the Gingko restaurant is clean a little."
Lin Jing continued to ask: "So you changed the place to invite everyone to dinner because of me?"
Ji Xingling hadn't figured out how to answer, but the driver in the front row took the initiative to pick it up—he probably wanted to make up for his disrespectful "puff" just now, and forced himself to find something to say: "Then you guys have a really good relationship, Ginkgo House is not cheap."
Lin Jing ignored the driver and continued, "Let's share the meal equally."
"No, I don't want to go to the fish head restaurant myself." Ji Xingling frowned, slightly displeased, "Isn't it just a meal, you just eat along."
"I'm the one who is obsessed with cleanliness, why should I make you spend thousands more?"
"Why not?"
"Why can?"
"..." Ji Xingling licked his back molars, gave a somewhat irritated "sneer", and tilted his head to the side, "Whatever you want, I'll sleep for a while."
Lin Jing didn't speak any more.
He didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly, which made him look so inquisitive and even a little aggressive just now.
Maybe it's because I don't want to owe the other party too much favor, or maybe I want to get other answers... It's still very vague, wrapped in messy emotions, like a gleam of light in a thick cloud, I can't catch it, I can't even look at it It's not clear, but it does exist, with a scalding and frightening touch and temperature.
Ji Xingling closed his eyes, his brows were still furrowed, his arms rested on the armrest, his slender and clean fingers bent slightly, and then quickly let go.
Lin Jing cast his gaze out of the window.
The two arrived at the Hunan restaurant without a word. The others did not encounter a few red lights because the driver changed the road, but they had to arrive earlier.
"We've already ordered a few dishes, can you take a look at the rest?" Yu Yizhou handed over the iPad.
"No, you can figure it out, I can eat anything." Ji Xingling threw the schoolbag aside, and patted Ge Hao's shoulder casually, "Move one over."
"Ah?" Ge Hao was taken aback, "Why are you sitting here, this is where I serve food."
"I treat guests, and I'm in charge of serving the dishes, can't I?"
Ge Hao still didn't understand the situation, and was still fully performing his younger brother's duties, half joking and half serious: "Of course not, Brother Xing must take the seat."
There are two vacant seats inside, Li Moyuan on the left and Yu Yizhou on the right. It seems that they are specially reserved for them. Lin Jing picked Li Moyuan next to him, and chatted with him as if nothing had happened. After a while, Ge Hao was also rushed over, and said to Yizhou in a daze, "Brother Xing, are you all right today? Why do you have the spirit of serving the people?"
"Probably I want to sit by the door, where there is ventilation." Yu Yizhou poured juice for himself, "Don't worry, this store won't give him a chance to serve the people."
Sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys have big hearts, and Lin Jing has been talking to Li Moyuan. Except for Yu Yizhou, no one of the dozen or so people at the scene has noticed that something is wrong, and they are still making jokes about the school. And Yu Yizhou would definitely not have a fit at this time and take the initiative to rush out to be a peacemaker—so this time he basically did nothing other than urge the food.
Halfway through the meal, Zheng Bufan and the others ordered a few dozen more beers. This shop is obviously not as strict as the owner of the uniped bird who strictly abides by the minor... demon protection law. Just after the exam, there is always a reason to be more crazy. The only people at the table were Li Moyuan and Lin Jing who didn't drink. Mr. Li purely because he thought the beer was too bad. . Hou Yuetao was stared at and blew three bottles. He was on the verge of throwing up. He waved his hands and protested, wishing he could get under the table: "My throat really hurts. Does the patient know? Wait, it's not about eating Hunan cuisine." Is it to take care of me, why don't you go to nurse Lin Jing, he's fine!"
"Yes, brother Lin, why don't you drink?"
"Brother Lin Ge, come and walk."
"What cup and bottle do you want?"
"Come on, do it."
A bottle of wine was pestered before Lin Jing's eyes, and the foam gushed out, splashing a little on his clothes. He knew that the toast did not have any malice, on the contrary, he really regarded himself as a part of the first class of the second year of high school. In addition, he can't drink it at ordinary times, so it's too boring to be hypocritical for a bottle or two, so he reached out to take it, but was caught take away.
"What's the trouble, you guys sit back." Ji Xingling was a little impatient, put the wine bottle back on the table with a "boom", and picked up Ge Hao again, "You go too."
Ge Hao: "Huh? Oh."
Lin Jing looked at him: "Are you drunk?"
"No." Ji Xingling dragged the chair and sat down, rubbing his temples with his fingers, "Ignore them, don't drink if you don't want to drink."
Hou Yuetao protested: "Brother Xing, how can you engage in differential treatment in full view."
Ji Xingling asked, "Do you have an opinion?"
"... No, I don't have to." Hou Yuetao raised his hands in surrender, "But I really can't drink anymore, brothers, next time, next time, can I please?"
"Come on, say it again, I'll make a recording."
"get out."
The focus of the banquet was smoothly shifted, and Ji Xingling stood up to go to the bathroom. When he walked to the door, his footsteps were a little wobbly.
Lin Jing moved the chair back a little, trying to stand up.
"Brother Xing, slow down!" Ge Hao dropped the cup and grabbed him.
Lin Jing sat back again, took the lemon tea next to him, and took a sip in disguise.
Sour and a little astringent.
After drinking to this extent, it was almost the end, Yu Yizhou handed the card to the waiter: "Pay the bill."
"Don't." Lin Jing opened Alipay, "I invite you."
"You?" Yu Yizhou was taken aback, "Didn't Brother Xing invite you? But I saw that he seemed to be in a daze, so he paid first."
"We are one and half." Lin Jing explained, "I transferred to Class 1, Grade 2, and I haven't invited everyone to dinner yet."
After hearing this, several boys nearby applauded: "Brother Lin's enlightenment is noble! Fraternity! Bullish! Yes!"
"That's it." Yu Yizhou smiled and didn't argue with him, "Okay, then you will turn me halfway."
Lin Jing used WeChat to transfer him, and after waiting for a while, Ge Hao helped Ji Xingling into the box, and said with a bitter face: "Brother Xing seems to have drunk too much, why don't you go to another place to continue the stall, I have to send him back Home."
"I'll give it to you." Lin Jing picked up the school uniform jacket.
"Don't, Brother Lin, you can continue to play with them." Ge Hao quickly refused, "Brother Xing can just leave it to me."
Lin Jing said: "I have something to do at night, so I won't go to karaoke."
"... That's still me to deliver, that's all, I have to go to Brother Xing to get something anyway, and it's on the way." Ge Hao quickly found a reason-he was a little worried about Ji Xingling's situation, although logically speaking he would not, but in case If Yizhen is delirious and reveals the monster's feet, such as the tail and dragon horns, or just showing a few mysterious scales, it is enough to make innocent human beings stunned.
Lin Jing didn't speak anymore, he was a little uncertain whether Ge Hao really needed to get something, or Ji Xingling didn't want him to give it, so he just said "um".
Ji Xingling took a deep breath, and carried Ge Hao out of the box with his backhand.
The wind slammed the door shut.
Lin Jing: "..."
In the corridor, Ge Hao raised his finger: "How much is this?"
Ji Xingling: "... I'm not drunk."
"No, Brother Xing, I have to take you home today."
"Fuck, seven!"
"What about eighteen plus thirty-two?"
"… Fifty."
Three minutes later, Young Master Ji, who successfully passed the primary school arithmetic test, was transferred to Teacher Xiao Lin by Wangyoucao·Very Caring Ge Hao.
"Then brother Xing will trouble you, he doesn't seem to be very drunk."
Ji Xingling: "..."
You just shut up, really.
While the others were still packing their things, Lin Jing and Ji Xingling went out to take a taxi first. There is no traffic jam at this point, but the driver may be trying to take a shortcut, turning all the way through alleys. Although Ji Xingling is not drunk enough to lose his mind, he has drunk a lot, and he is on the verge of a splitting headache. , After going through two more turns and brakes, my stomach turned up together.
"Stop here, Master." Lin Jing unbuckled his seat belt, "Let's sit on the side of the road for a while."
Ji Xingling half closed his eyes, glanced sideways at him, and said nothing.
This is a quiet alleyway. When there is no wind, it is not too cold.
Lin Jing helped him to sit on a bench by the street, and went to the convenience store to ask the cashier, and bought back a bunch of yogurt and water, which are said to be able to soothe the hangover and protect the stomach.
"Give."
Ji Xingling looked at the strawberry yogurt with the straw inserted in front of him, his eyebrows jumped, but he still took it in his hand.
"Are you uncomfortable?" Lin Jing asked, "Is it cold?"
"I didn't drink too much, so I got a headache." Ji Xingling leaned back in the chair, "If you have something to do, go home first, I'm fine."
Lin Jing rubbed the thin sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand: "There seems to be a cafe in front, why don't I take you there to rest, you will catch a cold if you sit here for a long time."
"Need not."
Ji Xingling's voice was dry and hoarse, his profile was hidden in the shadow of the lamp: "Don't talk to me, go back."
Lin Jing stood in front of him, didn't leave, didn't speak, but stubbornly shielded him from the wind—although it seemed useless.
The street lights are orange, which doesn't match the cold night, like a handful of warm gold.
"Ji Xingling." After a while, Lin Jing spoke first, "Can you get four hundred and five this time?"
"… have no idea."
"If you can get a little more score in the test every time, when you take the college entrance examination..."
The person on the bench looked up at him: "How was it during the college entrance examination?"
Lin Jing looked into his eyes.
After leaving the shadow, the boy's eyes were as bright as stars.
He whispered, "I want to go to Beijing with you."