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Autumn comes too early in S City, red and yellow leaves are all over the streets.No one cleans the streets of the small town all the time, they are deserted, but they also reveal a different kind of interest.

Luo Yi slept through the whole afternoon in the hotel, and didn't get up until nightfall.

After missing a lunch and a dinner, Luo Yi was already very hungry. Luo Yi looked in the mirror for a while, and seeing that he could go out to meet people, he hurriedly took a taxi and went straight to the snack street.

Snack Street is not called Snack Street. It was originally called Yunsi Street, but because it was next to the school. Later, there were more and more small vendors, and people followed Weier. , all kinds of food stalls in this area became more and more developed. Later, no one mentioned the elegant real name. It was convenient to come and go, and they all called it Snack Street.

Luo Yi got off at the back gate of the school.

Here you can already smell the aroma from the food, all kinds of mixed together, hooking up and going around your nose, arousing your appetite.Going forward for about [-] meters, you can sit at the small stall, order a bowl of strong rice noodles, sprinkle with sesame oil, and ask the boss to add more crushed peanuts.

It's the taste of the past.

When he was in junior high school, when he was a teenager, he seemed to have some deep hatred with the whole world. He was angry with his parents and teachers. Today he lost his temper with his classmates, and the next day he painted someone's bicycle with paint.Jiang Zhihui was precocious since he was a child, and he acted like an adult. He was quite rebellious at that time, and he didn't like to talk to Jiang Zhihui.But Jiang Zhihui is very righteous, because of his love since he was a child, he follows him all day long to clean up the mess for him.

Jiang Zhihui wrote him a review, an average of one copy every ten days, and he wrote a total of [-] words.

Sometimes after school, Jiang Zhihui would drag him through the back door of the school and bring him to eat rice noodles.He likes to eat, but it's boring to come alone, so he doesn't come here often.On the contrary, Jiang Zhihui always took care of his little thoughts, and took the initiative to accompany him to eat from time to time.

In the freshman year of high school, he and Jiang Zhihui would still come to eat, usually at [-]:[-] o'clock. After finishing the annoying math and physics at home, they would go out to have a rubbing meal, and then go home to face even more annoying Chinese and English.

He confessed his love to Jiang Zhihui when he was a sophomore in high school, and it ended tragically with his crying.After that evening, the two of them never came out to eat again.

Later, when he went to university to report, he started school earlier.On the eve of departure, he received a call from Jiang Zhihui, and they ate rice noodles together again. He remembered that the rice noodles were not cooked enough, a little raw, and he didn't enjoy eating them.

Afterwards, he himself never came again.

He came out with his parents when he was a freshman, and the house was turned upside down. His parents didn't want to see him, and he didn't want to come back.Regardless of the weather, he never came back, and of course he never had a chance to eat a bowl of rice noodles.In recent years, he will come back during the Spring Festival, but he only stays for two days. It is not enough to visit relatives and friends to show everyone the appearance of family harmony. Where did he come to eat rice noodles during the American time?

He sat on the chair and carefully wiped off the grease spots left by the previous person on the table with a tissue.The boss scratched his head with a silly smile and asked him, "What do you eat? We sell here..."

"Noodles in high soup, just a little spicy, with extra crushed peanuts."

In fact, the point was wrong, and Luo Yi knew it when he said it.He doesn't eat spicy food.

This bowl belongs to Jiang Zhihui.

***

Jiang Chi was lying beside him, with his arms wrapped around his arms, and his lips pressed against his shoulders.

Jiang Zhihui looked sideways at the person lying beside him.

No one would be able to guess what he was thinking now, and if he said it, he would look a little scumbag, no, it was very scumbag.

He was thinking about Luo Er.

He shouldn't have said that to Luo'er that day, and there's nothing he can do if he said it. Why would he use old sesame seeds and rotten millet to disturb Luo'er?Is it making Luo Er feel uncomfortable, or is it just sending out his own self-blame and regret?

After saying those words, he fell into a state that was more similar to drunkenness. He was excited, he was buoyant, and he calmly watched Luo Er's calmness, knowing that he was breaking down just like himself.Luo Yi was in as much pain as he was, and he was happy just thinking about it.

He couldn't face his despicable self at that moment.

He wanted to explain to Luo Er, but when he met Luo Er, he couldn't say anything.

Basically, he shouldn't be drinking.

If you don't drink, you won't get drunk, if you don't get drunk, you don't need Luo Er to pick him up, and if Luo Er doesn't bring him home, he won't talk.

As long as he didn't say it that day, he wouldn't say it.

Then he didn't have to run away from the city where Luo Er was - it took so much effort for him to return to Luo Er's real circle of friends.