South of Chutian

Until he walked out of the teaching building, Tang Heng still felt that his lips were numb, as if they had been rubbed with sandpaper.Jiang Ya, a man of poor quality, was standing under a tree smoking a cigarette. When he saw Tang Heng, he first raised his eyebrows, and then "tsk tsk" twice, and said, "You two are very lingering."

Tang Heng was still immersed in that fleeting kiss, and said lazily, "Shut up."

"Honestly," Jiang Ya put her arms around Tang Heng's shoulders, "How do you feel?"

"What do you feel?"

"that."

"Which one?"

"You know what."

"roll."

"Damn it," Jiang Ya laughed suddenly, "You two haven't reached that point yet? Are you so innocent?"

Tang Heng looked at Jiang Ya, and asked seriously, "Are you straight?"

"Why," Jiang Ya folded her hands on her chest, "Don't make up my mind."

This guy is tall and big, with red hair, like a social idler with a low IQ.He tilted his head again, and moaned coquettishly in a northeast accent: "Little bastard, I really like girls."

So the remaining charming thoughts dissipated in an instant, and Tang Heng said coldly: "I'm going to vomit."

"Hey, to be honest, your efficiency is not good," Jiang Ya lowered her voice, "Is it possible? Or I can find a film for you, and you two can learn from it?"

"Aren't you fucking straight? Where did you get the movie?"

"Hi," Jiang Ya said proudly, "I still have Lily's, let's learn from others' strengths."

"..."

Ever since Tang Heng and Li Yuechi got together, Jiang Ya had been gossiping about things and asking all sorts of weird questions, such as when did it hurt?Is it really as cool as in the movie?Once he was drunk, and even told Tang Heng drunkenly: "Isn't the kid surnamed Li short of money... You can buy him more things... Coax him... Otherwise, he is a big man, and I will give it to you for nothing." Day!"

Tang Heng remained silent, while An Yun laughed and burst into tears.

Of course, the most critical problem is not that Jiang Ya misunderstood their models - the most important thing is that he and Li Yuechi didn't make that step at all!Tang Heng thought a little depressed, they have only been dating for less than a month, is it necessary to be so fast?It's not necessary, is it?

But sometimes when Jiang Ya asked, it made him itch, as if he had been brushed by a cat's paw.

Jiang Ya hooked Tang Heng's shoulder, and said carelessly: "Go to my place at night, brother will teach you some experience."

Tang Heng said with a cold face, "Keep your voice down."

"Okay, okay, you cultural people have thin skins—let me tell you, I have a lot more resources there."

"Don't go."

"What?"

"The project is about to be completed, and I will defend it tomorrow."

"Oh...do you want to defend tomorrow?" Jiang Ya pretended to understand, "Then are you free tomorrow night?"

"what happened?"

"'Long Love' has a performance, let's listen to it. An Yun will also go."

Tang Heng thought for a while and said, "Okay."

Tang Heng went home, Jiang Ya went to find his girlfriend, and the two parted at the school gate.Then Tang Heng took a SF Express and carried it home.

The courier was sent from Shanghai by Fu Liling, who said it was ten years old Pu'er tea cake, more than 4000 pieces, and asked him to give it to Dean Zhang—that is, Zhang Baiyuan's father, Dean Zhang of the School of Economics.When Tang Heng first found out about this, he was impatient in every possible way, and asked if the ten-year tea cake was not afraid of drinking people out?Fu Liling said earnestly, baby, you don't understand, this is not for drinking, but for gifting.

Just as Tang Heng was about to refute, he suddenly remembered something and stopped talking.

Fu Liling said, eat more at night and learn from your uncle, you are still stupid after graduating from university.

Tang Heng said, good.

Tomorrow is indeed the end of the project, but tonight is not to prepare for the final defense, but to participate in a dinner.

Tang Heng tied his long hair into a low ponytail, and put on a shirt and trousers. These were also sent by Fu Liling from Shanghai. They said they were made by a tailor according to his size, and they must have been expensive.Tang Heng was already on the thin side, but when he put on this clothes, he was even more neat and straight, even with a somewhat stern temperament.

I posted a motion sickness sticker and took a taxi to the address given by my uncle, which is a private restaurant in an alley.Tang Heng got out of the car and was not in a hurry to go in. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Li Yuechi, asking him: Is get out of class over?

Half a minute later, Li Yuechi replied: I am eating.

Go to a meeting after dinner?

Yes, how about you?

Eat later.

With Jiang Ya?

No, there is a dinner.

Got it, I'll contact you when you're done.

Tang Heng smiled at the screen, then put the phone back in his pocket.

Uncle took the lead in this meal, and there were only two of them in total—uncle, aunt, Tang Heng, and Dean Zhang's family of three.Zhang Baiyuan also wore a formal suit, but he was thin and small, no matter how he looked, he looked like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes.

Tang Heng walked over and said respectfully: "Dean Zhang, this is a gift from my mother who asked me to pass it on to you. She was supposed to come too, but the company is too busy these days."

Tang Heng thought that the other party would push back, but he didn't expect him to accept it happily, and said with a smile: "Tea tea? Oh, it's Xiao Fu who understands me!"

Small payment?Tang Heng slandered, probably never met before?

"Tang Heng, come and pour wine for Uncle Zhang!" Tang Guomu looked at the red wine on the table, "Old Zhang, this is good wine too."

"Good wine and good tea, I took advantage today, haha..."

Tang Heng couldn't taste the quality of the wine, but felt that it was full of stamina. He sipped a glass slowly, and felt nothing at first, but when the meal was halfway through, his cheeks became hot, and his thoughts became a little chaotic.

The dishes in this private restaurant were not good either. The sea cucumber and abalone Buddha jumped over the wall, and the table was filled with delicacies from mountains and seas, but they were all too salty, making Tang Heng's mouth dry.

Tang Guomu and Dean Zhang chatted about school affairs, Aunt Zhang and Mrs. Zhang exchanged skin care tips, and Zhang Baiyuan kept burying his head in eating vegetables... This man did not change his true colors.Dean Zhang smoked, and the smell of smoke in the box never stopped. In the second half of the meal, the smell of cold vegetables and smoke mixed together, making Tang Heng feel uncomfortable.

"Thanks to Xiaotang being here in this project, I can lead Bai Yuan to work." Perhaps because of drinking, Dean Zhang raised his voice and scolded with a smile, "My Bai Yuan, damn it, I really can't afford it." Dude!"

Tang Guomu quickly said: "Old Zhang, you are just talking nonsense! Bai Yuan is not good enough, not hardworking enough? Tang Heng is the one who runs around all day. If he can be half as stable as Bai Yuan, I will Just be content."

"Reliability? What's the use of being steadfast? No assertiveness, no courage! Look at him, he's already in graduate school, and he can't even choose a research direction. I say you can choose according to your own interests. What do you want to do? I can find someone to take you in any direction... I just can't hold back, hey!"

"Haha, the child is young, don't worry..."

Tang Heng looked at Zhang Baiyuan, who was burying his head in peeling prawns, looking so focused that he didn't hear anything.Or, he has heard it too many times and is numb?

Dean Zhang dusted off the cigarette ash, and said, "Where will Xiao Tang go to study in the future?"

Tang Heng said, "Not yet."

"Oh? Going abroad?"

"That's right, no one can persuade this kid," Tang Guomu said with a helpless smile, "You see, it's better for you to stay in Han University, not to mention the School of Social Sciences, the School of Economics is your base camp!"

Dean Zhang looked at Tang Heng and nodded again and again: "Well, you and Bai Yuan will work on the project together - I have a lot of resources here."

Tang Heng exhaled lightly, with a smile on his face: "I can't help much, Pan Peng is leading us."

Dean Zhang was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Pan Peng? That kid is indeed quite capable."

"It's also very thoughtful." Tang Heng picked up the glass and sipped his red wine. "It's my first time doing this kind of project, and I don't understand anything. Fortunately, there is Pan Peng...to check the number of people in our project team."

Tang Guomu's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Tang Heng, go and call the waiter, let's order two more dishes."

"No need, I'm full!" Dean Zhang waved his hand, then said, "Then how many people are there in total for this project?"

Tang Heng said, "There are two quotas for the School of Social Sciences."

Dean Zhang: "There are only two?"

Tang Guomu said awkwardly: "Two is a lot."

"I also have a senior who also participated in the project," Tang Heng said flatly, "But there are not enough places, so I didn't write his name."

"Really..." Dean Zhang looked at Zhang Baiyuan, "How many places are there in the School of Economics?"

Zhang Baiyuan finally raised his head, his face full of bewilderment: "I'll go back and ask Pan Peng."

"You don't know that?"

"I……"

"Okay, okay, what a big deal," Tang Guomu got up, and stuffed the menu into Zhang Baiyuan's hands, "Baiyuan, can you order some more dishes you want to eat—is there a quota, one more and one less, It doesn't matter."

Tang Heng said, "Yes, it doesn't matter."

The meal lasted until 10:30 in the evening. Dean Zhang's family took a taxi and left first, and then Tang Heng was naturally scolded.But his aunt had always protected him, so Tang Guomu scolded him a few times, but didn't say anything.

Tang Heng put on a new motion sickness sticker and took a taxi back to Han University.Perhaps from drinking, he felt a little dizzy.

When I got out of the car, I saw Li Yuechi's text message, which was sent at a quarter past nine:

I'm done with the meeting, is it over with you?

Tang Heng replied: "It's just over."

Li Yuechi: Can you answer the phone?

Tang Heng exhaled foul breath, cleared his throat, and dialed Li Yuechi's number.

Li Yuechi quickly picked up the phone, and said in a low voice, "Tang Heng."

Tang Heng couldn't help but smile a little: "Well, senior."

"you've been drinking?"

"a little."

Li Yuechi was silent for a moment: "Who did you eat with?"

"My uncle, and Dean Zhang..." Tang Heng rubbed his temples and asked, "Are you in the corridor?"

"Ah."

Sometimes they talked on the phone late at night, and Li Yuechi would walk out of the dormitory and talk to Tang Heng in the corridor.The boys' dormitory is always noisy, even if you stand in the corridor, you can still hear faint human voices.

Tang Heng's mind turned a little slower than usual. Hearing Li Yuechi's voice, he couldn't help saying, "I have good news."

Li Yuechi smiled: "What good news?"

"That project... will add your name," Tang Heng said bluntly, "absolutely will add your name."

Li Yuechi was silent for two seconds, instead of being surprised, his tone became serious: "What are you doing?"

"I... didn't do anything," Tang Heng was a little confused by his question, "I just had dinner with Dean Zhang today, and I mentioned it casually..."

Li Yuechi didn't answer, only his shallow breathing could be heard.

Tang Heng was mostly sober, and nervously called out, "Li Yuechi?"

"I know you're doing it for my own good," Li Yuechi sighed after a while, "but don't do that next time."

Like a pot of cold water poured down his head, Tang Heng's wine was completely sober.