cheongsam boy

It seems that the temperature difference between Beijing and Nancheng is not in the same season, but fortunately, I studied in Beijing when I was in college. Song Rin knew the temperature in Beijing in his heart, so he brought several down jackets with thick fleece.

But even though he was mentally prepared, Song Rin was still very cold when he arrived in Beijing. He hurriedly took the express train to the hotel, where he took a comfortable hot bath to recover.

The hotel was booked by Yang Xunzi and the others, and the rooms are naturally very close to each other, but when Song Rin arrived, they just went out to negotiate with the partner, and the two sides did not meet each other.

But Yang Xunzi was very considerate. At noon, he made a special call to ask Song Rin if he wanted to order takeaway.

This inquiry made Song Rin very ironic, but he still refused, because he had to save his stomach to eat an authentic meal.

In fact, Song Rin has been graduating from University B for a long time. Except for the occasional business trip back to Beijing, she has never been back in recent years.

It's okay if you don't come, but when you come, you will always miss those few mouthfuls in your eyes and heart.

After taking a bath and taking the medicine, Song Rin called a car and drove to the back street of University B. At noon, there were many cars bound for the West Third Ring Road. The streets and alleys are also crowded and people are not allowed to enter the car.

The car this appointment is probably a new car, the smell of leather and rubber in the car has not completely dissipated, and because of the fact that he just took the medicine, Song Rin has been feeling sick all the way, and he doesn't want to stay any longer, so he gets off at the entrance of the alley .

Even though I haven't come back for more than ten years, the back street is still the same as before, with all kinds of oily smoke mixed in the noise.

Song Rin found a stall that used to sell it, weighed two roasted sweet potatoes bursting with honey sauce, and walked towards Xiaodongmen with the bag.

University B is surrounded by a string of schools such as University of Science and Technology, University for Nationalities, etc. These schools are filled with various alleys and alleys. Song Rin wandered into Yandaier Alley based on memory.

The creeper vines at the entrance of the alley are still withered and yellow, but the orange cat that often lies on the entrance is gone, and the two old men who always sit in the corner and play chess are gone.

People around came in and out, but Song Rin didn't ask anyone, so he didn't dare to ask.He stood there looking at the light behind his back for a while, and finally walked into the alley without saying a word.

In the middle of the alley, there is a tavern called Sanye Jiuliu. You can't see it when you first enter the alley, but if you walk in along the waist, you only need to turn a corner to see the wooden sign next to the closed door.

The four big characters written in the thin golden body on it were mentioned by their ancient Chinese teacher when Song Rin was an undergraduate.

Song Rin looked at the plaque with nostalgia, then opened the curtain and stepped in.

It was not yet business hours, and the tavern seemed to be resting, but Song Lin didn't care, but rang the bell skillfully.

Just when he was about to call out, a strong wind suddenly hit his wrist, and it was thanks to Song Rin's quick reaction that he didn't get hit.

Song Rin dodged sideways, and as soon as he raised his head, a figure stood in front of him.

The man looked like he had just woken up, and his brows and eyes were full of impatience for being woken up. He frowned and asked, "Didn't you see the words resting on the door?"

The man looked quite young, and he spoke an authentic Beijing accent. Even though he was just waking up, his imposing manner was not low at all.

But Song Rin met too many people outside, and this didn't scare him.

Song Rin smiled at him gently: "I saw it, but I'm not here to drink, I'm here to find your boss, Tang Yinci."

"Looking for the boss?" Upon hearing this, the man's slightly narrowed eyes immediately widened. He looked Song Rin up and down, and asked, "Who are you? Why are you looking for him?"

Facing this series of tones that sound like interrogation prisoners, Song Lin felt a little disgusted in his heart, but his good upbringing didn't make him show it. He cleared his throat, and when he was about to answer, a series of footsteps came from above his head.

After a while, the footsteps stopped, and a hoarse voice came from the stairwell through the air.

"Xie Minghan, what are you arguing about at noon?"

As soon as the words fell, Xie Minghan, who was still full of anger just now, immediately retracted his fangs with the stray dog ​​on the leash, turned around and ran to the bottom of the stairs to hold Tang Yinci's hand, and spoke softly.

"Why did you come down? Didn't I ask you to sleep a little longer? Is your waist still sore? You don't have a fever..."

"Shut up," Tang Yinci withdrew his hand, and just as he was about to teach him a lesson, he heard a familiar shout.

Song Lin took out the roasted sweet potato from the pocket of the padded jacket, shook it at Tang Yinci, and shouted, "Yinci."

The sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes broke through the smell of the wine cellar, Tang Yinci stood in the stairwell and suddenly his eyes turned red. He exclaimed Song Rin, and then quickly ran downstairs to Song Rin holding the handrail.

"When did you come back!" Tang Yinci looked Song Rin up and down, "I sent you a message on Twitter last time, didn't you still say you were in the United States?"

Even after graduating for many years, Song Rin and Tang Yinci have always kept in touch. He stuffed the roasted sweet potato into his arms and said with a smile: "It's been almost a month since I came back. This is the roasted sweet potato from the back street. It's been so many years since I graduated , I don’t know if your taste has changed.”

"No," Tang Yinci shook his head. He pulled Song Rin in with the roasted sweet potato in his arms. "Come in and sit down. It's cold outside."

Having said that, he tilted his head and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Song Rin shook his head: "No, I came here specially to eat."

Upon hearing this, Tang Yinci knew what Song Rin was thinking, and he burst into a smile: "Then it's still the old seat upstairs, the third one?"

"Okay, that must be..."

"Because it's windy upstairs, don't go up if you still have a fever, let me come."

While the two were talking, Xie Minghan suddenly intervened. He dragged Tang Yinci over and tied a blanket for him to cover the hickey.

Then Xie Minghan turned to look at Song Rin, with deep meaning in his smiling eyes: "Mr. Song, is he a classmate of Yuci, I'm sorry he is still sick, let me take you up."

This method of swearing sovereignty was too naive, Song Rin was embarrassed and helpless, he looked at Tang Yinci dumbfounded, and asked what to do with his eyes.

I guess Tang Yinci was ashamed, he was almost forty, and a child made such a fuss, he pushed Xie Minghan away, and said sharply: "Don't mess around, go to the front and guard the store, you don't need to worry about it here."

Xie Minghan frowned, and wanted to say something, but Tang Yinci gave him a cold stare, and directly pursed his lips and reluctantly walked to the front counter.

Seeing Xie Minghan's defensive appearance before, Song Rin thought that it would take a lot of effort to get him away, but he never thought that only Tang Yinci's eyes would be needed.

Song Rin gave Tang Yinci a thumbs-up for this man who is courteous.

Tang Yinci was so ashamed, he rolled his eyes, cleared his throat, and started talking: "Let's go, I'll take you up."

This tavern was opened by Tang Yinci after he dropped out of school halfway through. Song Rin had been here many times before graduation. Although he didn't come many times after graduation because he went abroad to study and work, he was still familiar with it.

Now more than ten years have passed, and there has not been much change. After the two of them went to the roof terrace, they sat at the long-walking square table on the side.

This is also the seat Song Rin must choose every time he comes.

Tang Yinci was still wearing a blanket, so he took the stove, took charcoal from the fireplace and poured it in, and then put it on the table along with the tea items.

"You soak it by yourself first, I'll call Aunt Fang and ask her to get you something."

After finishing speaking, Tang Yinci ran to the inside of the roof with thumping steps, and shouted at Aunt Fang, "Aunt Fang, Song Rin is back, has the donkey rolled?"

The roof was very wide, and Song Rin could only hear a few false sounds while sitting on the outermost side, but it probably must have been, because at this time, Aunt Fang had already finished grinding the donkey-dipping powder.

A thick layer of snow fell in Beijing a few days ago. Although the warm light is now breaking through, the snow piled up in the flower beds has not completely melted.

Song Rin twirled a finger to foam snowflakes, which melted into water while rubbing, and he put the cold fingertips next to the stove, and it didn't take long for the warmth to attach to it.

Although Beijing is not warmer than Nancheng, drinking tea with a stove in the severe cold is an artistic conception that Nancheng cannot bring.

Song Rin was amused, so he didn't feel that the cold was unbearable. He put the teapot on the stove, and stirred the tea leaves in the hot water to wake up the tea.

As soon as the hot air came out of the spout, Tang Yinci sat down again. He tightened the blanket and said, "Maybe there are not many sweet garlic left, so I asked Aunt Fang to replace it with pickles for you."

"Okay, kimchi is also very good." Song Rin added a spoonful of tea leaves. He glanced at Tang Yinci's face and asked concerned, "Why do you have a cold? Do you wear less clothes?"

When they were in college, they shared a dormitory. At that time, Tang Yinci didn't like to wear too many clothes, saying that he felt a sense of restraint.

Song Rin originally thought that he had a fever because of this old problem, but he never thought that after asking, Tang Yinci's sickly pale face was suddenly burnt with a layer of pale powder.

Tang Yinci picked up the tablecloth unnaturally, hesitating and sloppy: "Well... I'm not wearing enough, I will wear more."

Song Rin glanced at his small movements, and was about to frown and preach, but a flash of light flashed in his mind. He looked up at Tang Yinci for a long while, looked at his blushing face, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You..." Song Rin just started, but felt that it was not good, she pursed her lips and thought about it, then changed the subject, "How old is Xie Minghan, I think he should be in his early twenties."

Tang Yinci hummed, and replied, "He's from the University of Science and Technology next door, come and help me."

"Just a favor?" Song Rin swirled the water in circles to make tea, and he looked at Tang Yinci through the rising mist, "You little wolf dog is obedient to you, but you are also obedient to outsiders like us." It's a bit fierce."

Tang Yinci was originally a relatively cold person, and he was so ashamed to be ridiculed by Song Rin's words, his face became redder and he hesitated and muttered for a long time.

"How could it be..." Tang Yinci hurriedly defended with red eyes, "How can he be so fierce, you haven't seen Chi Shu's house, so it's called fierce."

"Chi Shu's family?" Listening to Tang Yinci's mention of another friend, Song Rin flipped through his memory and replied, "I remember that one from him seemed to be studying in the first doctor. That person doesn't look fierce." ah."

Tang Yinci shook his head: "It's been a long time ago, and now it's another one."

It's normal to go back and forth in the circle, and Song Rin has long been used to it, but Chi Shu's breakup still surprised him, after all, the two had been talking for a long time at that time.

"It's broken up, why did it break up? I remember that when I went to Beicheng on a business trip a few years ago, the two lived together." Song Rin said in surprise.

"I don't know, I was also surprised when he brought someone here." Tang Yinci lowered his head and sucked a mouthful of honey juice from the roasted sweet potatoes, and said vaguely, "Mainly, he is the one who looks different now." He doesn't look like a good guy. Just... the ruthlessness in his body, just like the drug dealer in the police and gangster movies we used to watch together."

19. Qingshan