South of Chutian

Tang Heng almost jumped up from his chair, collected himself, and asked, "How do you know it's me?"

Li Yuechi said frankly: "Listen." His tone was a little impatient, as if Tang Heng asked a stupid question.

"Do you remember... my singing voice?"

"of course I remember."

After Li Yuechi finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.He was still running a fever, so Tang Heng had no choice but to hold back his doubts, and leaned over to put an antipyretic patch on his forehead.Perhaps to insulate the stench of the garbage pile downstairs, the windows were closed tightly, and the room was stuffy and windless.And the ceiling fan was spinning slowly, but it didn't work.

It was so hot that my cheeks and ears were burning.Tang Heng sat in a daze for a moment, then tore off a piece of antipyretic sticker, and stuck it on his forehead.

He couldn't help recalling the details of that night—was he singing loudly?Probably not.The volume of the speaker is adjusted by the boss in advance, because there are many residents in this area, the boss does not dare to disturb the residents, so he always turns the volume very low.

But there is such a long distance between Li Yuechi's family and "Long Love".In other words, this person not only heard his singing clearly, but also recorded it clearly, and matched it with his speaking voice after more than half a month.Dog ears? This is it.Thinking about it, Tang Heng looked at Li Yuechi's ears. His ears were thin, and the edges were a little red because of the high fever.Tang Heng thought, this person probably really has excellent hearing.

Then I was a little upset.Since he knew that the song was sung by him, why did he still ask the question knowingly?There is reason to suspect that such people who are good at mathematics have unbalanced brain development.With a sullen face, Tang Heng changed a fever-reducing sticker for him, thinking that it would be better if he just had a fever. Although this person still had the "stay away from me" morality even if he had a fever, at least , more honestly.

Honesty is a virtue.So should he tell Li Yuechi honestly that he wants to pay him to do something.It's not a troublesome thing, it's nothing more than pretending to be his boyfriend and taking a few photos with him, and then showing it to Fu Liling.Pretend, without actually kissing, of course.The main reason for looking for him is that I really can't talk to Jiang Ya...but I don't need to actually kiss.

The T-shirt stuck to the back, the hair stuck to the nape of the neck.It wasn't until he was awakened by the ringing of the mobile phone that Tang Heng realized that he was lying on Li Yuechi's bed, falling asleep.

Tang Heng walked into the bathroom with squinted eyes, and answered the phone: "Uncle?"

"Are you free in the afternoon?" Professor Tang said with a smile, "I'm going to Jingzhou for a meeting tomorrow, so you can come over later."

"Come here for what?"

"You kid! Didn't you agree to do a project with me? I'll let the graduate students take you, and you come to meet them first."

"In two days, I'm not free today." After all, there was still one lying in the room, which was completely burned.

"You just come to meet and say hello."

"I really don't have time today."

"Forget it, you are the busiest!" Professor Tang paused for a moment, and then urged, "Stop arguing with your mother, you are such an adult, be good."

Tang Heng said, "Understood."

Tang Heng shook his numb arms and washed his face with cold water.As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he suddenly met two eyes. Li Yuechi was sitting on the bed, looking at him.

"I'm awake," Tang Heng was inexplicably embarrassed, "How do you feel?"

Li Yuechi nodded at him: "It's much better."

"That's good."

"To trouble you today."

"It's okay...it was originally because of me."

Li Yuechi smiled, a very polite smile, Tang Heng knew that this was another order to evict guests.Sure enough, he got up from the bed, grabbed the T-shirt at the corner of the bed and put it on.

Tang Heng frowned and asked him, "Are you still going to work?"

"It's not a part-time job. My classmates asked me to go to school."

"You can't go anywhere like this."

"Don't go."

"why?"

"There is an idiot who wants to do a project with us," Li Yuechi put his phone in his pocket, and wrote lightly, "I have to see him."

Tang Heng: "...What idiot?"

"The tutor's relatives never came to the group meeting."

"Maybe, he doesn't want to come either."

"So much the better."

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You know you just saved a dog's life by a straw bag?

What's more important is who the hell you say is an idiot - from freshman to junior year, Tang Heng's academic performance ranking has never dropped out of the top five in his grade, he has also applied for scientific research projects, and has done provincial projects, Shunfeng Up to now, at worst, you can still get into the school's major - who do you say is a fool?

Li Yuechi tidied herself quickly, her clothes were neatly dressed, her broken hair was neatly slicked back, she didn't look like she had a high fever.He picked up the paper bag on the plastic board and handed it to Tang Heng: "Is it yours?"

Tang Heng gritted his teeth and said, "It's an idiot."

Li Yuechi frowned, his eyes were a little puzzled, and he was faintly impatient.

Tang Heng glanced at him and said coldly: "I'm leaving, you can do whatever you want." Then he threw the money in his pocket on his desk, and several pink banknotes were scattered, and one even floated to the ground.Tang Heng turned sideways to avoid Li Yuechi, and walked out quickly.

I kept walking, even under the scorching sun, I didn't care about the heat, and it wasn't until I entered Hanyang University that I calmed down a little bit.Tang Heng dialed An Yun's phone: "Where are you?"

"Still here with Jiang Ya," An Yun was puzzled, "Did I offend you? You're so angry."

"You didn't tell Tian Xiaoqin and the others about me, did you?"

"What's the matter with you?"

"My relationship with Teacher Tang."

"I don't need to say that, sooner or later," An Yun said sharply, "But they don't know yet, right? After all, the undergraduate course is not from our school."

"Well, I don't know." But I'll know soon.

"What did you hear again?" An Yun has long been used to it, with a nonchalant tone, "Are you talking about the exchange of interests between our two families? I am a graduate student of your uncle, and you are a graduate student of my dad... Hey , I can’t say anything new.”

Tang Heng said word by word: "I am not a graduate student of Teacher An."

"Strong support, save my mother from praising you every day to hurt me."

"I mean I won't go to graduate school in China," Tang Heng said irritably, "absolutely not."

An Yun stopped talking, and asked after a while: "Is it fixed? You...why did you make it all of a sudden?" her tone was cautious.

Although Tang Heng had already started preparing to go abroad, took the TOEFL test, and wrote the materials, but this matter has been procrastinating.The reason, of course, is that his mother Fu Liling firmly disagreed, fearing that her son would suffer hardship abroad.Before talking about going abroad, Tang Heng's attitude was always "let's talk", but now he suddenly decided not to study in China.

"It's nothing," Tang Heng said flatly, "I'm tired of staying in Wuhan."

"Oh, it's a bit boring... Can't you still bail out of the school?"

"Schools in China are similar."

"Auntie..."

"Let's talk about it when we meet," Tang Heng interrupted, "Don't forget there is a performance tonight."

The air is so humid that water droplets are suspended in the air, and Hanyang University has always been known for its high vegetation coverage. Walking on the path, the breath is full of the smell of wet moss, which is a bit like the smell of grass. A bit of a clean musty smell.Tang Heng was so familiar with it that every summer he spent in Wuhan was filled with this smell in his impression.

But he did have enough.To be precise, Wuhan is not his home.Fu Liling is from Suzhou, and his father is from Shijiazhuang—the place where rock bands abound.But he is neither familiar with Suzhou nor Shijiazhuang. Before his father died, he worked in a university in Beijing. Liling's business has become very big, so she took him away from this sad place of Beijing.They moved frequently in those years, Zhengzhou, Shenzhen, Shanghai, Wuxi... In the end, the uncle said: "The child is going to high school, come to me, and I will take care of him." So Tang Heng came to Wuhan in his first year of high school. One stay is six years.

After six years, he was tired of the kind and loving eyes of those teachers when they looked at him. The subtext was so obvious-this child is very poor. He has lost his father since he was a child, and his mother is not around.Because he is pitiful, because he is Professor Tang's nephew, so he should be taken care of, so all his achievements are taken care of - is it ridiculous?

Of course, he had heard too many similar rumors, and he didn't care anymore.It's just that for some reason, when Li Yuechi said the word "idiot", it seemed like a pot of boiling water was splashed on his face.Tang Heng thought, maybe it was because he was Li Yuechi, a person who came out of the countryside and persisted until today. It seems that the disdain of this kind of person is always more impactful than that of others.

When Tang Heng came to the School of Social Sciences, the elevator went up to the fourth floor, and he pushed the door and went in with ease.

"Uncle, are you still writing?" Tang Heng walked to the desk, and saw Professor Tang holding a writing brush, and a piece of snow-white rice paper on the desk, half of which had been written.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Professor Tang glared at him, "What do you think of the fu I made last night? I plan to frame this and send it to Lao An..."

"Anyone else?"

"If you don't want it, you have to!" Professor Tang was a little annoyed, "I just heard from him yesterday! His new house is almost finished!"

Tang Heng was speechless for a while.Although his uncle is doing sociology research, he is particularly interested in these erotic matters, and he feels very good about himself, no one can persuade him.

"Didn't you say you have something to do in the afternoon?" Professor Tang took a sip of his tea, "Just help me to see, do you use 'look' or 'look' in this sentence? I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"It's almost the same," Tang Heng said, "Call your student over."

"You said you wouldn't come, I just sent Tian Xiaoqin back!"

"What about Li Yuechi?"

"Yo," Professor Tang smiled, "Have you heard about that kid too?"

"That's right," Tang Heng said with a blank expression, "Are you number one in the Department of Mathematics?"

"That kid is very reliable in his work. Follow him and learn more about how to process data."

Tang Heng kept a cold face and said nothing.

Professor Tang wrote his calligraphy happily, while Tang Heng sat in his chair and picked a book from the bookshelf to read.Not long after, there was a knock on the door of the office, and Professor Tang said while writing, "Come in."

The moment Li Yuechi walked into the office, his expression froze.

"Yuechi, here we come," Professor Tang put down his pen, "Let me introduce, this is Tang Heng, a senior undergraduate student in our college. Tang Heng, this is my newly recruited master this year, your senior brother."

Tang Heng sat without moving, and replied with a fake smile: "How are you?"

Li Yuechi paused for a few seconds, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Hello."