South of Chutian

An Yun left after finishing speaking. The alley after the rain was very quiet, with deep and shallow puddles everywhere.Tang Heng was still thinking about the teaching assistant, Li Yuechi turned on the flashlight of his phone and said, "Let's go."

He held the mobile phone in one hand to illuminate, and held Tang Heng in the other. Anyway, the alley was dark enough and there were no passers-by.The white light of the flashlight could only illuminate a small space, and the front was still dark. Tang Heng had the illusion that they were about to enter an unknown world.

Just keep walking like this, keep walking, not knowing where the front is.

"Did I do something wrong?" Li Yuechi asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Tang Heng was stunned, "What?"

"It's about the teaching assistant."

"No way..." Tang Heng thought for a while, "Uncle gave you the teaching assistant job because the project team didn't bring your name, right?"

"Ah."

"I think he might be avoiding suspicion," Tang Heng stepped across a pool of stagnant water, "It doesn't look good to be a teaching assistant only for you, so I brought Tian Xiaoqin in."

"Tian Xiaoqin is also short of money. She said that when she came to graduate school, her family took out a loan."

"Oh……"

"Teacher Tang may want to help us."

Tang Heng thought to himself that he hadn't heard his uncle mention these things, but to his uncle, these were all trivial matters.

"Don't think about it," Tang Heng said, "I'll ask An Yun tomorrow."

Li Yuechi was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Did I trouble you?"

"why?"

"I'm dating my mentor's nephew."

"Oh——" Tang Heng said seriously, "That should also be 'male college students suffer from academic unspoken rules'?"

Li Yuechi smiled, Tang Heng could tell that he was in a good mood.

When they came out of the overcrowded "Long Love", they felt the chill in the air.Maybe it was because of the night rain—it turned out that Wuhan was already a bit cold, but Tang Heng suddenly realized that tomorrow would be November.

Walking out of the damp alley to the entrance of the alley, under an orange street lamp, they quietly parted their holding hands.

"Have you had dinner?" Tang Heng asked.

"Not yet," Li Yuechi said, "Let's eat a bowl of noodles."

"I'll go buy it." After finishing speaking, Tang Heng rushed into the small shop first, without looking at the menu, and shouted directly: "Boss, two large bowls of beef noodles, one bowl with less chili, and two more glasses of rice wine!"

The boss replied slowly: "You guys sit down first."

The streets and alleys of Wuhan are full of Xiangyang beef noodles, and the names are also these five characters, similar to Shaxian snacks that are spread all over the country.This store is the closest to "Long Love". Sometimes when the Lakers performance is over and everyone is hungry, they come to eat beef noodles.

A large portion of beef noodles costs [-] yuan a bowl, and a glass of rice wine costs [-] yuan and [-] yuan.Tang Heng put a fifty-dollar note on the cash register and said, "I'll give you the change after eating."

The proprietress was watching TV, she turned around to collect the money, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll pay after eating."

Tang Heng shook his head and said, "It's okay."

In fact, when he and Jiang Ya'anyun came to eat, of course they would pay after eating.After the show, I was always tired and full. The three of us sat on the table, pushing each other, and no one bothered to get up to pay.

But being with Li Yuechi is different.Tang Heng couldn't give him money directly, he couldn't even pay the phone bill - so he had to find a way to buy a pack of cigarettes and a bowl of noodles, and he would pay for these small money.He was worried that Li Yuechi would go to pay the bill, so he paid the money to the proprietress first.

He had never cared about these things before. Who pays, when, and how to pay seems more natural...Tang Heng turned his head and saw that Li Yuechi had already sat down. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his wheat color. slender forearm.The two looked at each other, and Li Yuechi smiled at him.

Soon the boss brought up the beef noodles. A few slices of thinly sliced ​​beef were spread on the snow-white rice noodles, with a pinch of green onion and a marinated egg next to it.The soup is red and oily, with a spicy aroma.Tang Heng doesn't like spicy food very much, so he asked the boss to put less chili.Li Yuechi, on the other hand, was just the opposite. He opened the chili jar on the table, and scooped two spoonfuls of dried chili powder into the bowl.

There were only the two diners in the small shop, the boss and the proprietress watched TV together, the noisy singing was floating in the shop, and it was hard to tell what was being sung.Outside the store, a few more steps will lead you to Luoyu Road where cars come and go.

The heat was dense, Li Yuechi mixed the minced chili, and started to eat it.He must have been famished, and ate quickly without saying a word.Tang Heng looked at him quietly, and found it strange that even though he was gobbling rice noodles like this, and made a "huhu" sound when he sucked the rice noodles into his mouth, it didn't make people feel rude.Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, oil stains stained the corners of his lips, his beautiful eyes were drooped, and he stared at the food in front of him seriously.

He scooped up the beef, and even the rice noodles that had been broken into pieces. There was only red soup left in a bowl of Xiangyang beef noodles, which was bright and clear, reflecting Tang Heng's heart.

"I suddenly remembered something," Tang Heng said lightly, "When you were in graduate school, how did you come to study sociology?"

"To get to know you."

"..."

"Just kidding," Li Yuechi raised the corners of his mouth, "I heard Teacher Tang's lecture in my junior year, and it was about poverty alleviation."

"At your school?"

"Well, I found it very interesting after listening to it, so I read a few books on sociology."

Tang Heng picked up a chopstick of rice noodles: "Isn't it boring?"

"good."

"I thought that those of you who studied mathematics would not be interested in liberal arts at all."

"Mostly, but," he paused, seemingly hesitant and embarrassed, "I like philosophy very much."

"Really?" Tang Heng raised his eyebrows, "Our major also involves a lot of philosophy. There is also a 'Sociological Theory Group' in the college—hey, did you study philosophy when you were an undergraduate?"

"I joined the Philosophical Society."

"Oh——" Tang Heng's hand holding the chopsticks froze, and the expression on his face also froze, but only for a moment, "Zhong Zhe or Xi Zhe?"

"Sizhe."

"My dad used to study this too."

"I'm not researching," Li Yuechi said shyly, staring at the rice wine in his hand, "I'm just interested."

After eating the rice noodles, the two walked out of the shop.It was already past 10:30, and it was a little windy.They came to Luoyu Road, unable to hold hands, Li Yuechi lit a cigarette and walked beside Tang Heng.The McDonald's at the exit of the subway station probably held some kind of event. A few small bright yellow flags stood at the door, wet by the rain, and swayed back and forth by the wind, looking a little dispirited.Tang Heng tilted his head and looked at Li Yuechi. His shirt didn't fit well, the hem was not long enough, and the sleeves were too wide. The wind pulled his sleeves back, revealing the outline of his arms.The gray smoke also floated backward from his fingertips, and dispersed in an instant, scattered in the night.

Tang Heng staggered two steps away from him, couldn't help stretching his arms behind him, palms facing the wind, as if he could hold his cigarette that way.At this moment, Tang Heng didn't know what he was thinking.

The night was as cold as water, Li Yuechi turned his head and asked with a low smile, "Is this also holding hands?"

Tang Heng froze for a moment, and suddenly the lyrics sounded in his ears again, the wind lifted your black hair... So it wasn't the wind blowing, it wasn't the smoke floating.The Buddhist scriptures are right, but his heart is moving.

An ex-girlfriend is an ex-girlfriend.Tang Heng thought, if he was Wu Si, Zhao Xuelan, or any other girl - he would probably fall in love with Li Yuechi.He admits.

They came to the south gate of Han University, entered the school, and stopped in front of Shaw Building.In fact, Tang Heng wanted to accompany Li Yuechi all the way to the door of the dormitory. Anyway, he lived in his own house and there was no access control.But the two men are still too conspicuous walking together, so they have always been separated in the Shaw Building.

Tang Heng looked at him and whispered, "See you tomorrow."

"Well," Li Yuechi put his hands in his trouser pockets, "How much are the cigarettes?"

Tang Heng shook his head and said, "For you."

"too expensive."

"Let's talk about love."

"Then what can I give you?"

He frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about this question seriously.

Tang Heng's mind became hot, and he said, "Otherwise, don't go back to the dormitory tonight."