How to trap a rabbit in 730 days?

He Huaiyi packed up his books. He still has an English subject in the afternoon. After this subject is over, he still has more than half a month of tutoring, but winter vacation is coming soon.After breaking his heart with Lin Song'an on New Year's Day last time, he obviously felt that the distance with Lin Song'an was getting closer again, and after telling Lin Song'an about the things that were piled up in his heart, He Huaiyi really felt much more comfortable.

He Huaiyi smirked as he thought about it, and Xia Hang who was on the opposite bed saw him staring at the English book with a smirk, and was stunned: "He Huaiyi, what's in your book?"

Before He Huaiyi could answer, Zhou Cong interjected: "After the exam this afternoon, I'll be fine tonight. Should we make an appointment in our dormitory to have a hot pot meal? It just so happens that it's cold."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "If He Huaiyi can't eat spicy food, order the mandarin duck pot."

Xia Hang is the type to join in when there is any excitement. Xiaopang is delicious, and he readily agrees. Xue Zheng thought about it, and nodded in agreement.He Huaiyi didn't like spicy food at first, but Zhou Cong took good care of his taste in order to let everyone go out for a meal together, so he readily agreed.

Zhou Cong closed the book: "Lao Chaimen of Xiaonan Street, let's go early. If you go late in winter, you will have to queue for a long time to eat hot pot."

Xia Hang and Xiaopang cheered loudly: "Long live Lao Caimen! Long live Zhou Cong!"

After finishing the exam that day, He Huaiyi went back to the dormitory and changed into old clothes.After all, the law of hot pot: when you go to eat hot pot dressed brightly, there will be a 90.00% chance that the hot pot oil will fall on you.Equipped with gloves and a scarf, He Huai walked to Xiaonan Street.

In the winter evening, there were no pedestrians on the street, and the surroundings were a desolate scene. The leaves of the street trees were all gone. Occasionally, passers-by wrapped their clothes tightly like him and walked quickly with their heads bowed.He Huaiyi's face hurt from the cold wind, and when he reached the gate of Laochaimen, the smell of fireworks in the world pulled him back to the world.

The waiter courteously asked He Huaiyi if he had reserved a table. He Huaiyi thought that Zhou Cong had come here a long time ago for this dinner party. He didn't see anyone in the lobby on the first floor, so he probably was in the private room on the second floor. He Huaiyi heard Xia Hang's loud voice from the stairwell: "He Huaiyi, here!" While complaining about how aggressively Xia Hang was eating and running, He Huaiyi went upstairs clasping his hands.

Xia Hang scolded him while leading the way: "Why did you come here?"

He Huaiyi untied his scarf, the temperature of the air conditioner in the hot pot restaurant made him sweat a little: "I changed clothes in the dormitory, it's a bit late."

"If you don't come again, the fat cow will be burnt to old age."

While Xia Hang was nagging, He Huaiyi pushed open the door of the private room, Xiaopang knocked on the bowl with chopsticks, his eyeballs were about to fall into the pot, Zhou Cong rolled up his sleeves, and put fish and beef tendons, which were not easy, into the pot. The cooked food goes down into the pot little by little.

He Huaiyi hung up the scarf and smelled the smell of the bottom of the pot. Although he didn't eat spicy food, he also admitted that the bottom of the red pot of Lao Caimen was really delicious.

Zhou Cong asked him while ordering the dishes: "Why hasn't Xue Zheng come yet?"

He Huaiyi started to adjust the oil dish for himself, and replied after hearing the words: "He said he needs to read the book again, and it should be here in a while."

Xia Hang directly fished the fat beef out of the pot: "The beef won't work any longer. I'll help Xue Zheng taste the saltiness first when he's late."

Zhou Cong picked up the chopsticks and tapped his hand gently, Xia Hang flinched back with an "Aww": "I just want to eat!"

He Huaiyi saw that the scene was really funny, and stopped him with words: "It's just a piece of meat, just let him eat it, Xiaopang is quite hungry after watching it."

In fact, he is also quite hungry. For some reason, the bottom of the pot smells very good tonight, probably because of the cold wind in his stomach just now. He also wants to eat something warm now.

Zhou Cong looked at everyone's hungry faces, and sighed: "Eat, save some for Xue Zheng."

Xia Hang was so chubby that he picked up his chopsticks and began to boil the meat. He Huaiyi always stayed away from the red pot, so he slowly boiled the mutton in the clear soup pot in the middle.

The hot pot soup is boiling, and the white air is dense. Everyone's face in sight is blurred by the mist, and it becomes extremely clear under the influence of taste and smell.Everyone is probably the same. They want to sit around the pot with three or five friends on a cold winter night, watching the bottom of the red oil pot boil and roll, put in meat and vegetables, turn it over in the oil dish and take it into the mouth. , to dispel the cold and loneliness of the long night, the happiness of the world is the simplest and most vivid.

Xue Zheng arrived when there was only one plate left of Fat Cow. He Huaiyi felt that he originally wanted to wave his hand generously to show that he didn't mind, but after smelling the strong aroma of the hot pot, he still couldn't help scolding everyone.

Xia Hang is a hairy-bellied party, Xiaopang is a duck-intestine party, Zhou Cong stands still with a fish head, and Xue Zheng holds a fat cow to show that meat is orthodox, and offal is a cult.

He Huaiyi looked at the white pot with clear soup and little water, and the few pea sprouts tumbling up and down in the white pot, and suddenly

Worried and miserable.

Clearing her throat, He Huaiyi asked, "Well, is the red pot delicious?"

Xia Hang took a sip of soy milk and replied, "It's delicious, the bottom of the pot is very fragrant and not greasy."

The balance in her heart tilted a little more towards the red pot, and He Huaiyi asked again: "Is it spicy?"

Zhou Cong finished eating a fish head with a very satisfied expression: "I ordered medium spicy."

He Huaiyi hesitated again: "How spicy is medium spicy?"

Xue Zheng finished a plate of beef: "It's hard to formulate this, but it's within my tolerance."

He Huaiyi made up his mind and said, "I want to try the red pot, is it too spicy?"

The three eating and drinking over there said in unison: "Eat it, it's not spicy."

He Huaiyi quickly rebelled against the revolution and put his chopsticks into the red pot. After fishing for a long time, he found a squid tendril. After making mental preparations, He Huaiyi was surprised to find that the medium spicy was within his tolerance range. Although the taste was a bit spicy, it was still The combination of prickly ash and chili is indeed much more exciting than white pot, and butter red pot is the best!

Rolling up his sleeves, He Huaiyi poured the food into the pot. On the left was the beauty of beef tendon serving her, and on the right was the beauty of yellow throat in her arms. The herbal tea was pure and the soy milk was delicate.This meal was sweating profusely and refreshingly. Although He Huaiyi didn't eat spicy food very much, his genes from Sichuan and Chongqing allowed him to quickly adapt to this rhythm.

He suddenly understood why Lin Songan likes to eat spicy food. Red soup is the soul of a winter meal appointment!

After three rounds of dinner, everyone's stomachs are full of seven points, and the rhythm of eating gradually slows down.Because of Zhou Cong's presence, everyone didn't dare to drink. Even so, Xia Hang, who was half full, felt like a switch had been pushed, pulling Zhou Cong and began to vomit his bitterness of chasing Feng Min.Xiaopang was still fighting fiercely, Xue Zheng looked serious and serious, but he was very heroic when he came to the dinner table, and Xiaopang and Xiaopang each occupied half of the dinner table.

After picking up a few slices of potatoes to eat, He Huaiyi got up, opened the door and prepared to go to the toilet.He ate very happily this time, but he still got oil on his clothes just now.Although it was an old dress, the oil stains didn't look very good, so when he walked into the toilet, He Huaiyi took off his coat and wet a paper towel to wipe off the stains.

As soon as he was about to turn on the faucet, there was an earth-shattering sound of vomiting from the toilet cubicle. He Huaiyi frowned in disgust. He didn't like drinking, and he thought it was a fool to lose his temper after drinking. It hurt to throw up in the toilet after drinking. The liver hurts the stomach, making it even more stupid.

Turning the faucet to the maximum, He Huaiyi was going to cover the unpleasant sound with the sound of water.The person in the cubicle seemed to have vomited cleanly, and there was the sound of flushing the toilet, and then he heard the sound of the doorknob being turned.

He Huaiyi picked up his clothes and left. A drunk who smelled like wine was very annoying, and he didn't want to have any contact with this kind of person.

How could the drunkard feel his disgust, he staggered in front of He Huaiyi, his eyes met.

He Huaiyi:! ! ! ! ! ! !

Lin Song'an was interrupted tonight. He raised his head and saw this person standing in front of him. He couldn't see clearly. He opened his eyes with all his strength. ... He Huaiyi ... How are you?"

He Huaiyi helped the drunk rabbit to rinse his mouth well, took out a wet towel and wiped his face, scolding him while wiping: "Why do you drink so much? What do you want to do here when you're drunk? Want to be listed in the newspaper tomorrow morning as a male high school Is there any news about the sudden death in front of the hot pot restaurant because of alcoholism?"

The little rabbit was drunk, his eye circles and face were red, and his mind was still in a trance, but he could still hear that He Huaiyi was scolding him, and lowered his head with some grievances: "Lu Dong and the others said that it's a holiday, let's have dinner together and have fun, no?" Thinking that they ordered wine today and poured it on me."

He Huaiyi became annoyed when he mentioned Lu Dong's group of cronies and friends, and wiped his face even harder: "After being fed for a while, then obediently take out your wallet and pay the bill, you idiot."

The idiot's head was a mess, he could no longer hear what he was talking about, he muttered: "I'm so sleepy.", just fell on He Huaiyi's shoulder, and fell asleep.

He Huaiyi looked at the rabbit that had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and scolded Lu Dong's group thousands of times in his heart.

Fuck, Fuck, Lin Songan, don't lie on my shoulders, it's so heavy! ! ! !

Zhou Cong saw that He Huaiyi went to the toilet and never came back. He pushed away Xia Hang who was talking to him, got up and went to the toilet to look for He Huaiyi. As soon as he entered, he saw He Huaiyi dragging a tall boy half against the wall. Extremely strenuous.

Zhou Cong hurried up to help, and as soon as he got close, he smelled a heavy alcohol smell on the boy, and couldn't help frowning: "Do you know this guy?"

He Huaiyi was just screaming that the sky should not be screaming, and when he saw Zhou Cong coming, he sang the big nurse in the dormitory countless times in his heart, nodded, and gently raised Lin Song'an's other arm to Zhou Cong: "My friend , was drunk and met me in the toilet."

Zhou Cong helped him lift Lin Songan, and asked him, "Then where is your friend's private room?"

He Huaiyi was stunned for a moment, thinking that Lin Song'an didn't tell me so much when he fell asleep, he turned his mind a few times, reached out and touched Lin Song'an's pocket, it's okay, okay, he has everything in his phone and wallet, he's always Carry it on your body.

Gathering his mind, He Huaiyi said directly to Zhou Cong: "Can you help me carry this classmate to our private room?"

Although Zhou Cong didn't understand what he meant, he agreed with what they said.The friendship between He Huaiyi and Lu Dong is just like that. When I first met him, I still held the purpose of asking for news from him. I watched them use Lin Song'an as a cash machine several times, knowing that he couldn't drink, but still poured it for a fool. Alcohol, seeing that he was so drunk that he didn't even have a single person to take care of him in the toilet, and bullying others was a bit too much, He Huaiyi was so shocked that he died.

Move Lin Songan to his private room, the people over there want him to pay the bill, they must come out to find someone, but they can’t find it in the toilet, thinking they got Lin Songan drunk and let him run out alone, afraid of accidents but He didn't dare to say anything, he was afraid and anxious in his heart, so it would be good to keep those people on tenterhooks all night.

Thinking of this, He Huaiyi and Zhou Cong dragged Lin Song'an in, fed him some water, and seemed to be sleeping peacefully, He Huaiyi felt relieved a little, and moved a chair to sit by the door.Looking at his roommate's puzzled eyes, He Huaiyi waved his hand to tell them to leave it alone.

After about 10 minutes, I heard the noise of a group of people outside, and it quieted down again after a while. He Huaiyi calculated that the matter was almost developed, so he took out Lin Songan's mobile phone, found Lin Songan's grandma's mobile phone number, and used a classmate He sent a text message in the same tone, to the effect that Lin Songan would send him back after a while when he was drunk, so the old man should not worry.

Looking at the watch, it was almost ten o'clock, Lin Song'an was still sound asleep, He Huaiyi had no choice but to beg Zhou Cong to move him downstairs.I'm sorry to ask my roommate for help, but fortunately he remembered Lin Songan's address, called a taxi, and dragged him upstairs with all his strength. Grandma Lin Songan's house is an old-fashioned residential building without an elevator.

When the person was dragged to the door, He Huaiyi's underwear was already drenched with sweat. Pushing away the drenched bangs in front of his eyes, He Huaiyi glanced at Lin Song'an who was sleeping soundly in his arms, feeling inexplicably at ease. Lin Song'an would get angry if he drank recklessly. But he likes such a quiet and sleeping face after being drunk, and the feeling of being safely and physically dependent on Lin Song also makes him very satisfied.

After knocking on the door of Lin Song'an's house, He Huaiyi handed Lin Song'an to Grandma Lin, and declined the suggestion of staying overnight, He Huaiyi walked back slowly alone.

He suddenly felt that this old coat that had been worn for several years was also very warm.