South of Chutian

Tang Heng stared blankly at the words written by the ballpoint pen, probably not written by the doctor - although he hadn't been to the hospital very much, he had seen the family doctor write, and he could not read the content clearly.

That line of writing was written stroke by stroke, not neat and graceful, but as if a lot of effort had been put into it, so it was extraordinarily clear.Especially the last stroke of the word "year", straight down and obliquely, picking out a small hole in the soft plastic bag when closing.

Tang Heng silently read, 32 years old. 32.

Li Yuechi graduated from university this year. No accident, he is 22 years old, which means that his girlfriend is ten years older than him.Of course, the age difference of ten years is not outrageous, it's just that - his thoughts were suddenly broken, and Tang Heng turned around and rushed out the door.

He stood at the door, Li Yuechi stood on the stairs, and the two of them looked at each other several steps away.

Why is he back now? !

Li Yuechi looked at Tang Heng, and seemed to be stunned for a moment, then he raised his eyebrows: "Student, are you looking for me again?"

"I... that's right, I have something to do with you again..." Tang Heng stared at Li Yuechi as he climbed up the steps step by step, getting closer and closer to him.A few seconds later, he reacted abruptly, and stepped down to block Li Yuechi's path.

"I, I want to tell you something," Tang Heng said dryly, "There was an accident just now."

Li Yuechi asked calmly: "What accident?"

"It's just... the lock of your house is broken."

Li Yuechi: "What?"

"The lock is broken!" Tang Heng was really speechless, "I leaned against the door, and the lock cylinder suddenly fell out!"

Li Yuechi was silent.

Tang Heng turned sideways and said in a low voice, "Really, if you don't believe me, take a look."

The lock cylinder was still on the ground, and it was rusted badly.Li Yuechi bent down to pick it up, looked at the lock cylinder, and then at Tang Heng.The expression on his face was indescribable. If I had to describe it, it would probably be a mixture of "Tang Heng, you are really good at it" and "make it up and you make it up" at the same time.

Tang Heng felt that he was damned wronged—who would have thought that the broken locks of this dilapidated house would be so coincidental?It's not bad in the morning, it's not bad in the evening, but he was bumped into him.

The most important thing is that in Li Yuechi's eyes, he is a wicked rich second generation who tried to lure him into making money and sex transactions—is that so?Now that the idea of ​​money and sex transactions has been made, what's the point of breaking into a private house by removing the door and unlocking it?

Seeing that Li Yuechi didn't speak, Tang Heng could only say in a low voice, "I'll find the locker later... It really broke itself."

Li Yuechi threw the lock cylinder aside: "I see."

You know what you know!

Tang Heng said sullenly: "I'll go now, and it will be done tonight." Then he turned and went downstairs.However, just after walking down two steps, Li Yuechi said behind him: "Wait a minute."

Tang Heng turned around and looked at him.

"Are you hungry?" Li Yuechi said, "I bought fried noodles."

Tang Heng ran back with two thumps.

Li Yuechi washed his hands, turned on the electric fan, and plugged in the induction cooker.Sitting on the bench next to the tidying box, Tang Heng watched him conjure a cutting board out of nowhere, then opened the tidying box, and took out a handful of red peppers and a jar of Chinese prickly ash.

Tang Heng couldn't help asking: "You can eat spicy food so well?"

"My family eats that way." Li Yuechi put the cutting board on a cardboard box, squatted there nonchalantly, and began to chop the peppers.He turned his back to Tang Heng, and when he raised his arms to cut peppers, his shoulder blades trembled, like the bone wings of a bird.Tang Heng thought of the wound he had been cut by the wine bottle—whether there were any scars left.

Li Yuechi moved skillfully, and quickly chopped a handful of bright red peppers into fine pieces.Then he stuffed the notched bowl into Tang Heng's hand, and handed over a pair of chopsticks: "How much fried noodles do you eat, pick them out yourself."

"Oh," Tang Heng looked at the pinch of peppers, "Then what is this for?"

"eat."

"..."

"Very spicy," Li Yuechi paused, and met Tang Heng's gaze, "Do you want to try it?"

Tang Heng thought to himself that I have stayed in Wuhan for at least six years, so I look down on someone.

"Come on." Tang Heng said.

After a while, Li Yuechi found a big bowl - Tang Heng recognized it, it was the bowl he used for instant noodles that night.He drove the fried noodles out of the disposable lunch box, piled up a tip in the bowl, and piled chili and peppercorns on top.Then he heated up the pan and poured oil, and the oil soon became hot, giving off a peanut aroma.Li Yuechi picked up the pot and said, "Stand behind me." Tang Heng took two steps back, thinking to himself what kind of big battle this is, a banquet full of Han people.

Li Yuechi poured the hot oil on the chili and peppercorns, and with a "sizzling" sound, the spicy and numb smell rushed into his nostrils. Tang Heng couldn't hold back, and coughed.

"Student, are you okay?" Li Yuechi asked like this on purpose, because his voice was a little drawn out, as if he was smiling, "I said it was very spicy."

"I'm fine..." Tang Heng wiped away the tears at the end of his eyes, "Just wait for me."

After speaking, he turned around and ran out, got on the transmission bike, and went to the snack bar at the entrance of the alley to buy two large glasses of rice wine.When Tang Heng entered the room with the rice wine, Li Yuechi had already divided the fried noodles between the two of them. Tang Heng's bowl did not contain chili or pepper, but it was also drenched in hot oil, and it was bright red.Li Yuechi took the rice wine and said softly, "Don't force yourself if you're not used to it."

The two of them were still like when they were eating instant noodles that night, one was sitting on the bench and the other was sitting on the edge of the bed.The cramped small room was still unbearably hot, and with the hot pepper, Tang Heng was sweating profusely after a while, and his ponytail stuck to the back of his neck.The fried noodles that Li Yuechi bought were really not delicious. The noodles were hard and seemed to have been stored for a long time.In addition to the noodles, there are only a few pieces of harder cabbage clappers and a few slices of starchy ham sausage in the bowl.

Tang Heng didn't want to eat after a few mouthfuls, but Li Yuechi was sitting opposite. With his eyes downcast, he picked up a chopsticks of noodles and a handful of peppers, with careful movements and a serious expression, as if he was eating some delicacies from mountains and seas.Tang Heng felt that his heart suddenly became very soft, as if it had been wet by the continuous night rain in Wuhan, or soaked in sweet and sour rice wine.

"Is it delicious?" Tang Heng asked him.

"It's okay," Li Yuechi looked at Tang Heng's bowl, "Are you unable to eat anymore?"

"No... I'll take a break, and I'll eat after a while."

"You can't eat it for me."

Tang Heng was stunned for a moment: "For you to eat?"

"It's a pity to waste it."

"...Then I'll share some with you."

Tang Heng picked out a large chunk of noodles with chopsticks from the bowl, and placed them tremblingly into Li Yuechi's bowl.Li Yuechi continued to eat the fried noodles in his bowl as if nothing had happened, and took a sip of rice wine from time to time.To be honest, Tang Heng was a little surprised, he didn't expect Li Yuechi to eat what was in his bowl.Not to mention Li Yuechi, even he and his mother would not help each other with endless meals.

For some reason, Tang Heng suddenly thought of Li Yuechi's girlfriend.Will Li Yuechi also eat his girlfriend's meals?I will.

Tang Heng really wanted this time to pass slowly, because he had an illusion, as if at this moment he was Li Yuechi's girlfriend—or boyfriend—it didn't matter.In short, he is Li Yuechi's lover, and they sit and eat dinner like this every day.The setting sun outside the window sank little by little, and the twilight covered the sky like a thin blanket.They work from sunrise to sunset and have many nights to spend together.

Li Yuechi put down the bowl and chopsticks, and suddenly said, "Hurry up."

Tang Heng came back to his senses: "Huh?"

"Eat faster," Li Yuechi turned on the phone screen, "I'm going to the hospital later."

Those charming thoughts suddenly dissipated.Tang Heng scratched at the rim of the bowl, hesitated for a few seconds before mustering up his courage: "Can I ask you something?"

"what?"

"I saw what was written on that bag..." Tang Heng cast his eyes on the plastic bag on the wall, "Your girlfriend, is this 32 years old?" After he finished speaking, he wanted to explain "I saw it by accident", but Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Li Yuechi.

"Yes, she's 32," Li Yuechi's voice suddenly became cold, and his eyes were also cold, almost revealing a chill, "This has nothing to do with you, right?"

"I don't mean anything else," Tang Heng quickly explained, "I'm just asking casually..."

"Tang Heng," Li Yuechi stood up and threw the finished rice wine into the trash can. He turned his back to Tang Heng and said flatly, "It's really impossible for the two of us, don't waste time."