Cloudy but no rain

When Su Fengmian woke up the next day, the sun was shining brightly, making his eyes dim.

He slightly regretted his gaffe last night, and at the same time he was glad that he only communicated through the mobile phone instead of face-to-face, so that Ye Fu Yi could not see his crying expression.

Adapted to Ye Fuyi's text message bombardment all day long, Su Fengmian didn't feel awkward on this day, the days and days were as peaceful as running water, and after class, he took Su Luoqi home, cooked dinner, and then prepared for class and made courseware.

At seven or eight in the evening, Ji Zhifei sent him a WeChat message: Are you free tomorrow?Is it for dinner?

Only then did Su Fengmian remember that they seemed to have made an appointment to have a meal on Wednesday, at Su Fengmian's house, Su Fengmian still remembered that he said that he would cook for Ji Zhifei, such ambiguous words.

For a while, he still hadn't figured out how to answer, but he couldn't break his promise.

After half a minute, Su Fengmian clicked on the chat interface of several old classmates in the same city. He didn't have many friends in college, and there were only three or two old classmates in Yuecheng this year. Fortunately, his roommates from back then were also here.

He sent a message to a person named Chen Bochen, and the other party responded soon.

Chen Bochen: Wednesday?Yes, yes, I just handed in the manuscript, so I have nothing to do.But what happened when you suddenly invited me to dinner hahaha?

Chen Bochen was a classmate Su Fengmian got along better with in his freshman year, and had a bunk-bunk relationship with him, but Chen Bochen went abroad to study for a year in his sophomore year, and when he came back in his junior year, he changed his major and did not study medicine again. Instead, he abandoned medicine and followed literature.

Now he is a moderately famous writer, who works part-time as a waiter when he is not writing, and works as a bartender in a bar.

Since Su Fengmian came to Yuecheng a few years ago, he and Su Fengmian have maintained a relationship of drinking once or twice a month. In a clean tavern near the suburbs, almost all the frequent guests know him as the bartender.

Of course, he didn't know anything about Su Fengmian and Ji Zhifei. After all, he only stayed in this class for one year, and he didn't have any impression of Ji Zhifei.

Su Fengmian never took the initiative to mention Ji Zhifei to him.

Su Fengmian told Chen Bochen: There is another old classmate, Ji Zhifei, I don't know if you remember, but he will also come, it can be regarded as a small dinner.

Chen Bochen: I don't remember, but the other party is not embarrassed, right?I don't care.

Su Fengmian: It's good to know each other, we are all classmates, it's nothing.

Chen Bochen: Alright, by the way, are you talking with your current boyfriend?

Su Fengmian was moved by the speed of the other party's topic switching.

Chen Bochen is quite straightforward, which is one of the reasons why he and Su Fengmian can become friends.

Su Fengmian is more or less passive. To a certain extent, he is actively afraid, and he doesn't want any fruitful emotional investment, whether it's friendship or family affection.

Su Fengmian replied to him: so-so.

Chen Bochen: All right, remember to stop losses in time.

Stop loss in time.

Su Fengmian smiled helplessly at the screen. If Chen Bochen was present, he would definitely use a scholarly tone and attitude, holding a quarter glass of red wine, and telling Su Fengmian: "After all, you have too little experience in love, and you know too many people. .”

More than too little.This is simply a number of loves that does not match the actual age. If you tell it, you will be laughed at. Only Ye Fuyi can maintain a gentlemanly agreement that Su Fengmian has been single for 40 years.

Speaking of which, of course he himself knows that Ye Fu Yi has countless people, so he can naturally respect everyone, the calmer he is on the face, the more ghostly he is in his heart.

But what exactly is it, Su Fengmian can't talk about it, it's just vaguely uneasy, and he doesn't want to be like a little girl in her teens and 20s who just learned how to love, and clings to her partner.

Ji Zhifei seems to be entangled recently, and often consults Zhihu and other answering platforms to learn about other people's love experiences.

Although experience, in his view, is full of chance, from a mathematical point of view, empiricism is the theory of probability.

It's just that Ji Zhifei has no other way, he doesn't know how to face a person he likes and has a boyfriend.

When I was watching Weibo, I happened to see Mr. Cai Lan saying that if I like it so much, I will go for it.

Ji Zhifei also wanted to fight for it.

On Wednesday, he was on a daytime consultation shift. After changing shifts in the evening, he rushed home immediately without going to the inpatient department to take a look at the patient.

He is very happy today.

Moon City, which has just started to warm up, is full of new flowers. The whole city is like a croissant lying in a gift box, with a strong fragrance, but hidden in the box, it is very secretive.

His pleasure is also secret.

He didn't even know that there was an unethical element in this secret pleasure.

Morality, and he is still a bit close to fate, it is too vague to talk about morality in love.

Fight for what you like, don't steal or grab, he didn't force anything, at this age, force is useless, Su Fengmian has his own judgment.

Then again, this time it was Su Fengmian who took the initiative to invite him to dinner.

Ji Zhifei was overjoyed, like a student who found a reason to skip class.

He is willing to roll down the window while driving, just like opening the gift box of this city to let the fragrance of flowers float in. Ji Zhifei, who usually doesn't like flowers very much, is willing to turn his head to take a look when he is waiting for a red light today .

In fact, he was very impressed with the kapok in his college days. It bloomed in January and February, which is also the season, but January and February in that southern city are already very hot, so most people who look at the kapok are short-sleeved and shorts. Refreshing look.

But in his impression, Su Fengmian would always catch a cold in this kind of semi-cold season, so in January and February in the south, he couldn't see Su Fengmian wearing short-sleeved shorts showing his white arms and legs. In the same season, his spring comes later.

Ji Zhifei stared at the pink peach blossoms outside the car window in a daze, and he didn't understand why he didn't say anything about Su Fengmian, and he didn't accept Su Fengmian's obvious or implicit confession.

But at the beginning, no one seemed to have expressed their feelings to anyone, and most of them were rumors from friends.

Su Fengmian is a boy, and Ji Zhifei, who is in his twenties, doesn't think he can accept a boy, nor does he think how serious Su Fengmian's liking can be.

When the light turned green, he didn't pay attention to it. He was urged by the horn of the car behind him to react, stepped on the gas pedal hastily, and drove the car back home.

"You still don't need a knife?" Chen Bochen heard Su Fengmian said that he wanted to cook at home, so he brought a vegetable knife from his own home with experience, and passed the guard with this knife, almost being caught by the security guard.

Chen Bochen knew that Su Fengmian didn't use a knife, whether it was cooking or express delivery, he didn't use a knife, except for scissors, which seemed to be just knives in the true sense.

When Su Fengmian first came to Yuecheng, Chen Bochen invited him to have a western meal. Su Fengmian was like a scared cat. After eating, Su Fengmian told Chen Bochen that he was afraid of knives.

Chen Bochen didn't ask him why, and Su Fengmian didn't say anything himself.

"No need." Su Fengmian smiled, "But it's much better than before, and it won't be as embarrassing as when we first met... You really brought it."

"That's right," Chen Bochen picked up a bag of fish, and the smell of fish gradually dissipated. The fish was not dead yet, and it was wagging its tail as if dying in the plastic bag. If you have it at home, just rub it by the way."

"Hello, Uncle Chen!" Su Luoqi limped out of the room, "I like fish!"

Su Luoqi and Chen Baichen have a good relationship.

Su Luoqi is a fan of Chen Bochen's readers, and occasionally discusses works with Chen Bochen.

Before meeting Chen Baichen's deity, Su Luoqi knew about this person and had read his books, but she was not so obsessed with it. It wasn't until Su Fengmian's blessing saw the deity that Su Luoqi fell in love with this writer thoroughly.

Because the fish cooked by this writer is delicious.

And she can have the opportunity to discuss the plot with the writer. She believes that this is the highest honor of being a reader.

"How tall is it?" Chen Baichen asked Su Luoqi while marking the scales of the fish, glanced at Su Luoqi's ankle, and frowned calmly.

"Senior year, I haven't seen Uncle Chen for a long time." She leaned on the door frame and watched Chen Bochen cook.

Chen Bochen smiled gently at her.

Su Luoqi was chatting with him when the doorbell of the room rang.

"Who is it?" Su Luoqi asked Su Fengmian.

Su Fengmian glanced at the clock in the living room and knew that it was Ji Zhifei who had come, so he untied his apron: "Doctor Ji."

"Oh, you said Uncle Ji!" Su Luoqi called out excitedly, his eyes shining brightly, "That's the doctor who paid for me, right?"

"It seems that you have a good memory."

"I'll go and have a look too." Chen Bochen put down the knife and followed to the door to have a look.

Su Fengmian opened the door for Ji Zhifei.

The door was opened, and Ji Zhifei saw three people, two big and one small, two men and one woman, the men looked about the same age as him, he didn't recognize him, but Su Luoqi looked very happy, that kind of happiness followed shallow Shallow crow's feet overflowing the corners of the eyes with happiness.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a happy family.

"Come in." Su Fengmian let Ji Zhifei, who was dressed as if he was going to eat western food, in without saying a word. Ji Zhifei also held a black gift box in his hand.

The atmosphere seemed so awkward when Ji Zhifei didn't speak, so Su Fengmian pulled Chen Bochen over: "This is Chen Bochen, I don't know if you remember, I went to study in freshman year, old classmate."

"Suspension?" Ji Zhifei stretched out his hand in doubt, Chen Bochen shook his hand happily, and also wondered why Ji Zhifei's hands were stronger than ordinary people, "I am Ji Zhifei, doctor."

"Chen Bochen is now a writer."

After Chen Bochen introduced himself, Ji Zhifei still didn't let go of his hand, and he didn't let go of his strength: "Have dropped out of school to become a writer? Have you got your diploma yet?"

When he came up to ask this kind of question, Chen Bochen was a little unhappy: "Although it is said that I have abandoned medicine and pursued literature, it does not mean that I did not graduate from university, I just changed my major."

"Sorry, I'm just concerned." Ji Zhifei didn't understand, but let go of his hand, and passed the gift box to Su Fengmian as if nothing had happened.

"What?" Su Fengmian didn't pick it up, "It's too expensive, it's just a meal, don't be so particular about it."

"It's not expensive," Ji Zhifei said, "It's just two bottles of tea seed oil. It softens blood vessels and delays aging."

Chen Bochen laughed unkindly from the side, but was stared at unfriendly by Ji Zhifei.

Before coming, Ji Zhifei was not informed that there would be other people in Su Fengmian's house, so he looked at Chen Bochen even more unfriendly, and Chen Bochen angrily took Su Luoqi to the kitchen to continue cooking.

"Rapeseed oil..." Su Fengmian couldn't help laughing, and it wasn't something Ji Zhifei couldn't do. Su Fengmian never understood Ji Zhifei's behavior, so he took it from him, "Thank you."

"By the way, you may have misunderstood just now. Chen Bochen went abroad to study, not to suspend his studies. After returning to China, he switched to literature. Now he is a writer and also my friend."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but you didn't tell me that he would come." Ji Zhifei seemed to only grasp the last two words, friend, he felt relieved, and his tone eased a lot.

"That was my fault, sorry."

Although Su Fengmian apologized, Ji Zhifei was still unhappy, not angry, but just unhappy.

The imagined meal for two, or Su Fengmian personally cooking for him, did not happen.

More importantly, he felt that he had a suit of formal clothes in a closet and picked out a less formal set of clothes to visit Su Fengmian's house as a guest, but he was still out of tune with Su Fengmian, Chen Baichen, and Su Luoqi who were wearing casual clothes.

"Tricked." Ji Zhifei whispered.

"what?"

"It's nothing, try this bottle of rapeseed oil, it's very expensive, expensive and heavy."

"puff."

Ji Zhifei glanced at Su Fengmian.

Su Fengmian's smile looks like water ripples.