looking back inadvertently

The food stalls opposite the school dare not come out during the day, but in the evening they all start to open one after another, selling pancakes, egg-filled pancakes, spicy skewers, lamb skewers... plus a few small restaurants with storefronts, The whole street and the alleys inside are filled with a strong food aroma, and you can tell that it is mixed with various seasonings when you smell it. Teenagers can't stand it, and it is much more greedy than the food at home.

It gets dark early in November, and there is no light outside at six o'clock. Two neat rows of street lights illuminate the street, exuding a soft warmth.

Liang He walked in the middle, with Dong Mingpeng on one side and Wen Hao on the other.After crossing the road, there were five or six students surrounded by the hot booth, except for the one in the middle, the rest were wearing down jackets.

"Isn't that the representative of the Chinese class?" Dong Mingpeng said.

Wen Hao was still looking around: "Where?"

"The egg-filled pancake stall."

In fact, Liang He saw Shen Zhe when he was crossing the road. He was wearing the plain long trench coat during the day, and the street lamps shone yellow.The strange thing is that he is not with Xu Wenshan today.

On the steaming oil pan, the pastry added with puff pastry bubbled up after a while. The boss pierced the button from above, poured the egg liquid in, and flattened it with a shovel.

Shen Zhe lined up beside the booth, and got his share a few minutes later. He heard someone calling himself in the noise, and he backed out from the students in a circle. When he saw three people walking together, he raised his hand: "Hi!"

Dong Mingpeng asked enthusiastically, "Would you like to have a barbecue with us?"

"No," Shen Zhe said, "I will go to evening self-study later."

Liang He felt his gaze shifted to himself, so he also said, "Then let's go first."

"Ah."

Shen Zhe threw the bag back over his shoulder, carried the pancakes he just bought, and crossed the road directly, his figure was immediately covered by the traffic, and disappeared in front of them.

"Accommodation is really troublesome." Dong Mingpeng muttered.

"I have to go to evening self-study next semester."

"That's also for the next semester. It's a day to be happy every day." His family is in business, so he doesn't care about his grades, and the big deal is going home to do things later.

The barbecue restaurant that Dong Mingpeng took Liang He and Wen Hao to was not a small stall with a decent facade, but the owner would put some tables and chairs outside when there were too many people.They were afraid that it would be hot to eat, so they took the initiative to pick a table outside the door.The three of them took the menu and wrote what they wanted on the paper.

"More mutton kebabs," Wen Hao said unceremoniously, "and what...chicken wings and intestines."

"Where's Liang He?"

"I want a few strings of beef gluten..."

"What kind of food do we want?"

The front of the menu is basically meat, Liang He turned the list over: "Is the corn okay? Let's have some shiitake mushrooms and eggplants too."

"I want cucumbers!"

"Where's the drink?" Dong Mingpeng asked, "Do you drink beer?"

Before Wen Hao could make a sound, Liang He cut off, "If you don't drink, just Coke."

"Who told you that I don't drink?" Wen Hao was dissatisfied, "I want a bottle."

"I listened to Liang He," Dong Mingpeng said with a smile, "I want you to buy it yourself."

"Depend on."

"Hurry up and tell me whether you want it or not," he tapped his pen on the table, "remember to give me the money for the drink."

"Forget it, Coke is Coke, cheapskate..."

The barbecue grills in the store are set up a few meters away, and they can see the process of the master's operation.Business is very good tonight, and the cigarettes on the shelves have never been cut off.The smoke is dense in the night, injecting a steady flow of heat into the cold early winter night.

"Master, put more ingredients!" Wen Hao shouted behind them when their things were put on the shelf.

"Row!"

"I still feel like eating barbecue in the open air—" Wen Hao paused, staring blankly at a certain point in front of him, and knit his eyebrows little by little, "Fuck."

"What's the matter? Who is it?"

Liang He raised his head and followed his line of sight. A few meters away from them, a boy from the foreign class was standing on the side of the road smoking. on the root point.

"That bastard Zhao Zhuoyang."

Liang He remembered that Wen Hao had said that he was Ban Hua's boyfriend whom he had been thinking about so much. Last time, he only saw his back in Ye Minjuan's neighborhood.

It is said that Zhao Zhuoyang and Banhua have been together since junior high school, and the high school class is next door. Their relationship is so good that there is no room for outsiders to intervene.

"Zhao Zhuoyang?" Dong Mingpeng also raised his head, "It's really him..."

"You know each other?" Liang He and Wen Hao looked at him at the same time.

"He's on the basketball team, and he's in the gym together in the first year of high school. He played two games," Dong Mingpeng said. "It's amazing. I can't even stop him. If you want to, you two will be beaten to the ground."

"Stop talking nonsense, we beat you to the ground last time," Wen Hao said coolly, "This kind of bastard can't handle it, and you are good enough."

"Stop talking bastard, don't you still miss that group of girls?" Liang He rarely saw him thinking about a girl for so long, and when he met her boyfriend, he still had an enemy attitude.

"That's not the problem," Wen Hao pinched the plastic Coke cup slightly out of shape, "I don't think he's a good person."

"Can you tell?"

"Look at that smoker, is he oily? He even throws cigarette butts on the ground..."

Dong Mingpeng suddenly slapped his leg and burst out laughing, Wen Hao glared at him: "Laughing fart?"

"What do you know... the naughty boys are attractive," he knocked on the table with his hand, "the cooler he looks, the deadlier he is when he is gentle."

"fart!"

"Look at his style," Dong Mingpeng said, turning his body sideways, and said seriously, "Where you go, you have a lazy and unruly temperament. He looks like a gangster, and he is really good at fighting... right? Our peers are obviously not the same way."

"I thought you had a crush on him."

"I'm pointing you to a direction to work hard, right Liang He?"

Liang Hechi smiled: "What does it have to do with me?"

"That's right, he doesn't even drink alcohol, and you still point him to be a social brother?" Wen Hao was still worried about switching beer to Coke, "How about we drink some wine?"

"Don't drink."

"why?"

"Because it's hard to drink."

"Pfft——" Dong Mingpeng continued to fill up three glasses of Coke, "I just admire you for being a real person, it's okay, come on, replace the wine with Coke."

Wen Hao clinked glasses with them reluctantly, and the waiter happened to bring a plate of grilled skewers, and when he glanced to the side of the road, Zhao Zhuoyang was no longer there.

What they wrote on the list is to add spicy food. Although Liang He can also eat spicy food, the chili powder in this store is so generous that his throat is about to burst into flames after eating it. The coldness on his body is swept away. After eating for a whole table, Liang He even sweated a little on his head.

They had to do their homework at night, and they didn't delay for long.

As soon as they left the table, they were immediately occupied by another wave of people.The three of them walked a few steps towards the side of the road, Wen Hao felt his shoulder hit by someone, and staggered slightly.He turned his head, and Zhao Zhuoyang, who hadn't been seen before, passed by, and didn't seem to care about touching him.

Wen Hao stared at him, Zhao Zhuoyang stopped, squinted at him, with a careless expression, and softly hummed: "Sorry." In a tone without sincerity.

Wen Hao tensed his arms and took a deep breath.Liang He pinched his arm through his clothes, and he slowly relaxed, watching Zhao Zhuoyang stride away, and finally distanced himself from them.

"Do you think he did it on purpose?" Wen Hao asked.

"Take care of him." Liang He's idea is very simple, people who don't like him won't give him half a look, and he is too lazy to be angry, so he tugged Wen Hao's arm again, so that he would stop making trouble for himself. .

Zhao Zhuoyang walked out a few steps, then turned his head inadvertently.A small car passed by him, with its bright headlights sweeping past, Liang He happened to see the corner of his mouth curled up - a mocking smile.

This person may not really be a good thing.