drink moonlight alone

Zhou Weiyue didn't eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes without sugar, which Zhou Qingyan cooked herself.Because from the other party's casual remarks, I found out that he just came back from abroad the day before yesterday, not to mention that there is no food for cooking at home, and the untidy residence does not even have a place to stay.Zhou Qingyan sighed angrily, and asked apologetically, "Is there anything else you want to eat? I invite you."

Zhou Weiyue thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the hot pot restaurant we used to go to."

Pushing open the faded and mottled lacquered mahogany door, the summer seems to have returned suddenly, with the ups and downs of shouting from the crowd full of guests, young people playing truth or dare with empty wine bottles, and the steaming hot pot hazy in the distance. Open every lucid dream.The street, the hot pot restaurant, and the people around are all as they are in memory. Zhou Qingyan thought that she was still the ignorant and ignorant young man, and she dragged her lover who was always in her heart but dared not speak, and told him like a treasure. I have newly discovered a hot pot restaurant that suits his taste.

After entering the seat, Zhou Weiyue skillfully called the waiter, picked up the menu to order, and it was still the same mandarin duck hotpot as before——Zhou Qingyan couldn't eat spicy food, but he used to be so bold as to want to try Zhou Weiyue's favorite spicy hotpot, and was often so spicy Choking out a snot and a tear.

Zhou Qingyan looked around the hot pot restaurant: "The orange cat is gone."

"Huh?" Zhou Weiyue picked up the beef that had been boiled just right in the clear soup pot, and subconsciously put it into Zhou Qingyan's bowl, "What?"

Zhou Qingyan raised her eyes, looked at Fang Zhou Weiyue's movements in one go, then looked at the well-cooked beef in the bowl and said with a light smile, "You godson."

What Zhou Qingyan was talking about was the "lucky cat" of the hot pot restaurant in the past. It often nestled at the counter. The orange-white criss-crossed Mao Cheng was shining brightly. play with it.

Hearing this, Zhou Weiyue paused in the action of rinsing the meat, and the chopsticks loosened the whole piece of duck blood and fell into the boiling soup, splashing out a lot of red soup and spicy oil.Zhou Qingyan took a sip of the iced sour plum soup, watched Zhou Weiyue scoop up the duck blood again, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his own bowl.

Zhou Weiyue raised her head and looked calmly at Zhou Qingyan, who was smiling jokingly, and said, "Isn't it our godson?"

After this sentence fell, the air suddenly became quiet. Zhou Qingyan lowered his eyes and picked the coriander in the oil dish with a smile for a while, then raised his head and wrinkled his nose at Zhou Weiyue: "Has anyone ever said that you are very technical in answering questions?" Difference?"

"Did anyone say that you are also poor at throwing memes?"

Zhou Qingyan immediately laughed when he asked, "Blame me?"

"No," Zhou Weiyue said, "Blame me."

At the end of the sentence, Zhou Qingyan solemnly raised his glass to Zhou Weiyue, waiting for him to clink his glass solemnly.Looking at the light and shadow refracted by the glass, Zhou Weiyue gave him a meaningful look, then raised the glass with a dumb smile and touched the opposite glass, splashing white beer foam over the rim.Through the turbulent heat, Zhou Qingyan seemed to see the 17-year-old Zhou Weiyue, who was well-proportioned, with a sharp jawline, and eyes that always reflected her figure with tenderness.

Zhou Qingyan looked in love.

"Speaking of which, I heard from my mother that you have become a veterinarian and are promising. Our family is Weiyue."

Zhou Weiyue gave a low "hmm": "Brother, why do you suddenly want to go back to China?"

Seeing that Zhou Weiyue didn't mention the whole story of her career, Zhou Qingyan had no way to ask about it. On the contrary, when she heard Zhou Weiyue talking casually, she suddenly felt inexplicable sadness in her heart.So he smiled, imitating Zhou Weiyue's appearance, pretending to be noncommittal and saying: "The associate professor of the Department of Zoology is an old friend of my mother. I am just a brick that was moved here just because I was needed."

Hearing this, Zhou Weiyue didn't know whether to believe it or not, she just snorted a laugh.

Twelve years have passed, and the dilapidated message board of this hotpot restaurant has long been taken down by the boss, leaving only patches of paint on the wall, just like Zhou Weiyue wrote on it with immature handwriting in the past—— —'I want to be a teacher'

"I'm back, are you still leaving?"

Zhou Qingyan raised his head, the wine glass in front of him had already bottomed out, Zhou Weiyue looked at him bluntly but also deeply, for some reason, Zhou Qingyan froze a fleeting trace of grievance from his expression.

He shook his head and said, "Not going."

She also felt that it was not convincing for people with previous convictions, so Zhou Qingyan stretched out her hand and raised her bony little finger.

"Really, pull the hook to testify, it is the puppy who lied."

"Okay." Then Zhou Weiyue's little finger was hooked up, and the body temperature swayed back and forth between the two fingers. Zhou Weiyue folded up her little finger and imprinted her thumb on Zhou Qingyan's thumb. "

It's very naive, but both Zhou Qingyan and Zhou Weiyue are very useful for this.Across the mist from the hot pot, they clasped hands with each other and laughed silently.