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A street that includes snack bars, stationery stores, milk tea shops, bookstores and Internet cafes is undoubtedly considered a supporting facility near the school.

After the evening self-study, there were not many students who came out to eat, and some were obviously in pairs, holding hands with each other, and the boys helped the girls carry their schoolbags.

Fu Qitang took off his suit jacket and put it casually on his arm. Although the shirt was still neatly dressed, just this made him look a few years younger, and he blended in a group of high school students without any sense of disobedience. in life.

The two walked along the flow of people, and when they passed by a pair of boys and girls eating cones, Fu Qitang stared at each other with great interest.

He is good-looking, with deep eyes and a clear smile, shining like stars under the lights of the night market.

The girls turned their faces away in embarrassment, but the boy who turned his back to them said blankly, "Hurry up, your side is going to melt."

Gong Zijun also saw it, and he suddenly said: "Are you really treating me to supper?"

Fu Qitang let out a "huh" and turned to look at him, "Can this be fake?"

"Maybe it's a fake supper, really catching puppy love?" Gong Zijun said, he looked back at Fu Qitang with a smile, "You just called a name and took care of the discipline by the way, the three fires haven't been burned yet Bar."

"It's not necessary to burn it together tonight, and it's my off-duty time now," Fu Qitang whispered, "I just think that cone is delicious, and it's a big one, and there are two kinds of it at the same time." Taste, do you know where to buy it?"

Gong Zijun shrugged, saying that he didn't know.

"Okay," Fu Qitang looked rather regretful, "Then what do you want to eat? Or is there anything delicious around here?"

"do not know."

Fu Qitang was a little stunned, "Then where are you taking me?"

"Go to a place with a lot of people," Gong Zijun said indifferently, "I don't eat supper, so I don't know which one is delicious, but a restaurant with a lot of people shouldn't be too bad."

"That's true." Fu Qitang nodded, "I didn't expect your living habits to be quite healthy."

Are you healthy?

Gong Zijun didn't reply, just twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

After walking for a while, the two saw a good barbecue restaurant not far away.

Through the dirty glass, Fu Qitang saw that the store was full of seats, and there were more than a dozen very simple low tables and various plastic round stools in front of the store, and there were also many people sitting there.

"Just this one." Fu Qitang said, walking to an empty table and sitting down.

The waiter handed him a plastic menu with a greasy surface, and a small book along with it, "Write what you want to eat yourself, and after writing, take it directly to the barbecue master inside, and then pay the bill after eating."

After a brief explanation, the waiter left in a hurry.

There is no service, let alone the environment, it is indeed an authentic roadside night market.

Pinching the thin red menu with two fingers, Fu Qitang looked it over and over again, took the small notebook and started writing.

"You can have some meat, but you don't want offal...or do you want to eat offal?"

Gong Zijun shook his head.

"Let's also have some vegetables, ten skewers of grilled shiitake mushrooms, there is no soul in grilling without shiitake mushrooms! Let's grill another piece of fish, what kind of flavor do you want, can spicy ones be okay?"

"Can you eat fish?" Gong Zijun asked without answering, but was stunned as soon as he said it.

He didn't know why he said that.

Fu Qitang was also taken aback for a moment, blinked, and said, not knowing why, "Of course I can, why not? Don't you think I can't spit stabs?"

"I thought you don't eat fish, and you shouldn't eat fish." After two seconds of silence, Gong Zijun said, "It's nothing, it's just... a kind of intuition."

He was vague because he didn't know it himself.

It was really just an intuition, and it suddenly became very strong at that moment just now.

Fortunately, Fu Qitang didn't mind, he just shrugged and said, "Life without fish will be much less fun."

After ordering, Fu Qitang pushed the menu and notebook to Gong Zijun, "Look at it again."

Gong Zijun lowered his head and took a glance. He found that Fu Qitang's handwriting was very beautiful, and every stroke was full of strokes, chic and willful.

"That's all, I'll take it in." He said as he stood up and walked towards the store.

The grill is in the operating room deep in the store. It adopts an open design. Customers in the dining area can see the chef working inside through a piece of glass.

However, there was no one inside at this time.

Gong Zijun waited for a while, but still no one came out, he raised his hand and knocked on the glass.

"What's wrong?" A small door connected to the processing area was opened, and a person wearing a chef's uniform leaned out half of his body. Seeing the small notebook in Gong Zijun's hand, the person "tsk" , said impatiently, "Understood, put the menu on the table, and let the waiter bring it to you when it's baked."

After speaking, he immediately shrank back, and the door was closed with a "bang".

Disappeared together was a figure suspended in mid-air.

It was clearly a fresh corpse whose limbs had been chopped off and blood was still oozing from the cut.

At this moment, several pictures suddenly jumped out of Gong Zijun's mind.

In the gloomy and gloomy huge factory, the air is filled with a sticky smell of blood. Countless corpses hang neatly on rows of huge rusty iron hooks like frozen pork that has been slaughtered and processed.

A gust of hot wind came from nowhere.

The wind was very light, but the corpses were shaken. They collided with each other in mid-air, and the sounds made by the contact of skin and flesh were either crisp or dull, and dark brown blood fell down like raindrops.

"...We are stuck in a certain time loop." An all-too-familiar voice sounded, like a whisper, or a whisper.

The next moment, Gong Zijun suddenly came back to his senses, he blinked his eyes, and was surprised to find that he was in a daze just now.

A few steps away, behind the transparent glass, a man in a chef's uniform is busy placing a large number of marinated meat skewers on the grill, and a beam of flames burst out from the stove, reflecting his face flushed.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

The waiter appeared out of nowhere, almost stuck behind Gong Zijun, staring straight at him.

"Nothing." Gathering his mind, Gong Zijun turned around as usual, and said to the waiter calmly, "Where is the bathroom?"

The service showed a stiff smile, and pointed to the other door next to the operation room, "There."

"Thank you." Gong Zijun nodded and made a gesture to leave without hesitation.

"are you going?"

"Why, do you want to accompany me?" Gong Zijun said, with a disgusted expression on his face, "Forget it, stay away from me."

Back at the table, Fu Qitang was propping his chin with one hand, and playing with the disposable tablecloth boredly with the other hand.The transparent plastic tablecloth was deformed by him, and there were strange ripples in several places.

"What are you doing? Why is it taking so long?" Fu Qitang said casually, and then gestured for Gong Zijun to look at the opposite table with his eyes, "I just forgot to order roasted pig's trotters, and his pig's trotters look very delicious!"

"Really." Gong Zijun took a glance, and saw that the customer at the opposite table was devouring a piece of grilled meat with a fascinated look, and the golden grease dripped down the corner of his mouth, and landed on the snow-white clothes with a "click". , nobody cares.

However, what they ate was not a pig's trotter at all, but a plump and plump hand.

A woman's hand.

The hand was roasted just right, the flesh was delicious, and the bones were rotten, disappearing between a row of white teeth in a blink of an eye.

Gong Zijun's eyebrows twitched, seeing Fu Qitang's greedy look, he said calmly, "I won't eat."

"Then I'll order half..."

"You don't eat either."

"Ah?" Fu Qitang was stunned for a moment, and said sincerely, "I want to eat."

"You don't want to eat at all," Gong Zijun said, "It's up to me."

"..."

Seeing that he was determined and completely undiscussed, Fu Qitang had no choice but to nod his head to express his compromise, and reluctantly said, "Then I don't want to eat."

Gong Zijun also nodded. He looked around and said calmly to Fu Qitang surrounded by roasted hands, roasted feet, roasted eyes and brains, "Okay, let's go then."

Fu Qitang: "?"

"Today is not suitable for supper," Gong Zijun said, "at least not suitable for barbecue, so let's change to another restaurant."

After exchanging and changing, they couldn't find a more suitable one. The two walked around and finally came to a stall selling wontons.

Fu Qitang didn't know why Gong Zijun suddenly became picky, but he was indeed a little hungry, so he found an empty seat and sat down, and said to Gong Zijun with the majesty of one of the few teachers, "Just drink wontons, don't say anything." No."

Gong Zijun looked around, especially when the boss was fishing for wontons, he glanced into the pot, and then he agreed, "Okay."

The table at the wonton stand is small, and both of them are tall and have long legs, so when they sit facing each other, their knees inevitably touch their knees.

Fu Qitang didn't think so, but Gong Zijun felt something strange.

Because he has almost never been so close to people, he should feel repulsed, but he is very familiar.

I even feel that it is more than that, it should be closer and more intimate.

A boy next to him who had finished eating was about to leave, so he glanced in this direction inadvertently, and immediately asked in surprise, "Huh, Teacher Fu?"

"You are?" Fu Qitang froze for a moment.

"I'm Wang Fei from our class, and you called my name just now! You're coming out for dinner so late?" Wang Fei said with a smile, "Still with Gong Zijun."

"Well," Fu Qitang nodded, "What's wrong?"

"No, no, it's just that I think I can have another bowl, just to chat with you." Wang Fei said enthusiastically, but instead of leaving, he sat down next to Fu Qitang, and then waved to the boss , "Boss, here is another bowl of wontons and a basket of steamed buns! It must be hot!"

"Okay! Wait a minute."

Gong Zijun: "..."

"Mr. Fu, I heard that you graduated from the Capital Normal University and are still a graduate student. Why did you come to our school?" Compared with Gong Zijun's indifferent attitude that can only be uttered with a stick, Wang Fei is not at all out of touch. , As soon as he sat down, he immediately threw out the topic.

"I'm a local." Fu Qitang said with a smile.

"Oh, the birds love the old forest, the pond fish think about the old abyss, this is love for home, that's all right." Wang Fei recited a poem he had just learned. In fact, he only recited this sentence in the whole poem, but this It doesn't matter, because he immediately lowered his voice again, pretending to be mysterious and authentic, "Since you are a local, do you know the three legends of our school?"