Qinghong

"Ning Qing never mentioned that he has a younger brother." I said.

Ning Hong replied: "I am busy with work, and his position is special."

"Oh." I replied in a muffled voice, feeling quite uncomfortable. I considered myself Ning Qing's best friend, but he actually kept something from me.Although we haven't met each other's parents, Ning Qing almost knows the basic situation of my family.

I suddenly realized that I knew almost nothing about Ning Qing.

I know that he is an anti-narcotics policeman. He often does undercover missions. He works for the Municipal Bureau and has won awards once or twice. I can't think of the rest.

"My brother is a private person." Ning Hong said, "His occupation makes him more suspicious."

Are you suspicious of me too?I felt awkward and sad, and maintained a flat expression on my face: "Yeah."

This feeling is very subtle, like a tiny grain of sand mixed in a soft quilt, brushed by the palm, it doesn't hurt, but it hurts.

The atmosphere fell into silence. Talking about the dead is always depressing. I started another topic: "What do you want to eat?"

"Does Mr. Zou have any recommendations?" He asked with a smile, his mood changed rapidly, as if it wasn't him who just showed sadness, but another stranger with the same name and surname.

"You are not my student, don't call me teacher." I said.

"My brother is your student, and of course I am also your student." He quibbled.

Every time Ning Qing is mentioned, it hurts me. I lowered my eyes and said, "Coarse grain noodles."

"Thank you teacher." He raised his voice and responded cheerfully.

Walking into the cafeteria, I took out the teacher's meal card: "I treat you."

The university cafeteria is subsidized by the state, and the quality is cheap. There is no single item in the cafeteria that costs more than 15 yuan. He looked at the window in the middle: "Crab stick coarse grain noodles."

I stood in front of the window and said to the shopkeeper: "One serving of whole grain noodles with crab sticks, one serving of coarse grain noodles with enoki mushrooms, and the ones with enoki mushrooms are more spicy."

"Both are more spicy." Ning Hong said.

"Okay." The shopkeeper gave us two hands of cards, "wait for the number to be called."

"Thank you." I picked up the cards in my hand, one with the number 95 and the other with the number 36. The numbers are randomly distributed, not the order in which the dishes are sold in the store.I turned around and saw Xia Xianxian sitting alone eating at a table near the dining window. Only Xia Xianxian was sitting at the long table for four, and the thin girl had a stack of thick books in her hand.I felt the need to go over and say hello, and said to Ning Hong, "Find a table to sit at, and I'll find you later."

"Okay." He found a table in the middle of the cafeteria, with an excellent viewing angle, and he could observe my actions.

I have nothing to hide, walked to Xia Xianxian's table, bent my fingers, and tapped the table with my knuckles: "Xiao Xia, eat alone?"

"... Teacher Zou?" She looked up and saw me, and wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue in embarrassment, "Well, I just came back from the library."

"Why don't you eat with your friends?" I asked.

It's not that I'm nosy, I brought three graduate students, Xia Xianxian is hardworking and introverted, and she is the only student among the three who is determined to get a doctorate, so I pay more attention to her.

"They have something to do." Xia Xianxian smiled politely, "It's quite comfortable for me to eat alone."

I glanced at her wrist. Half a month later, the ring-shaped bruise on her wrist was not healed, but became heavier. I said, "Have you gone to the school hospital? Prescribe some safflower to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis." Oil or something."

"I'll go tomorrow, thank you teacher." She said.

I looked at her anxiously, and the staff at the coarse grain noodle shop shouted through the loudspeaker: "No. 95 crab stick coarse grain noodle is ready."

I left the table where Xia Xianxian ate, walked to the window, and handed my card to the owner behind the window.

The owner dug out a spoonful of sugar, a spoonful of meat sauce, and a spoonful of monosodium glutamate, sprinkled it with sesame paste and sesame oil, and asked, "Do you want chili, coriander, green onion, chopped onion?"

"Yes, more peppers." Ning Hong said, standing beside me, "Was that your girlfriend just now?"

"I'm a student." I said.

The shop owner rolled out coarse-grain noodles from the dining outlet. Ning Hong picked up the bowl and put it on the tray. He added two spoonfuls of chili oil himself, took out a pair of chopsticks and rested it on the edge of the bowl, took the tray, walked to the empty table and sat down.

"No. 36 Flammulina velutipes coarse grain noodles." The owner said.

I also like spicy food, and I have no taboos. After the shopkeeper puts away the seasoning, I took a pair of chopsticks to pick up the tray and sat down with Ning Hong at the same table.

Ning Hong stirred the noodle soup with chopsticks, mixed the ingredients and cornmeal evenly, picked up the noodles and took a sip, his eye circles were red with heat: "Hiss..."

"Slow down, just out of the pot." I said, seeing his pitiful appearance of being scalded, I stood up and went to the water counters on both sides of the entrance of the cafeteria to buy two boxes of Vita lemon tea.When I turned around and came back, he smiled and stretched out his hand: "Thank you."

"Did I say I bought it for you?" I found that this man was naturally familiar, so I stuffed lemon tea into his hand angrily, "Your reward."

"Teacher is so kind." He took out a crumpled tissue from his pocket, flattened it, and wiped off the spicy oil on his fingers.

I couldn't see it, so I took out a clean tissue and handed it to him: "Use this."

He took the paper towel, wiped his fingers, unwrapped the straw of lemon tea, inserted it into the drink box, took a deep breath, and made a refreshing "ha--" sound: "It's cool."

After tossing around, it would be lumpy if I didn't eat the noodles. I picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles.I experienced too many things today, and I was so hungry that I finished a bowl of noodles in a short while, picked out the vegetables inside and ate half of the soup base.

After he finished eating, he asked me, "Is there any paper left?"

"Next time bring it yourself." I pulled out a tissue and handed it to him.

He took it, wiped his mouth, and said with a playful smile: "Is there a next time? Let's say it first, I want to eat hot pot."

"You drink northwest wind." I said.

"Northwest wind with strawberry flavor," he said.

Although Ning Qing also said witty words, he was more stable than him, and he didn't have such teeth-irritating skills.

After eating, I picked up the dinner plate and went to the remnant place, put down the bowls and chopsticks, threw the squeezed lemon tea box into the trash can, and stepped out of the cafeteria door. The evening breeze was blowing, and the sunset in the west was magnificent.

"Is teacher free tomorrow?" Ning Hong said, "You invite me to dinner, and I invite you to hang out."

"No time." I said.

"Why do you..." He looked at me in surprise, his ears and shoulders drooped together, "My brother clearly said that you are a good-tempered person."

"I'm friends with your brother, not you." I said, "Don't take it for granted."

"You don't know my brother," he said. "If you and him are good friends, why did he let me see you instead of him?"

"What?" I looked at him puzzled, "You replace him?"

"Look, I met you twice for him, and you don't know." He laughed, full of malice, "Let's go first, see you next time." He waved his hand smartly, and walked away.

I stood there watching his back that was fading away, and the irritability in my heart was like a swarm of bees, buzzing non-stop.

Ning Qing asked Ning Hong to come to see me instead of him twice, what exactly does Ning Qing mean?

I consider myself Ning Qing's best friend, but I can't tell the difference between Ning Qing and Ning Hong, so what kind of unqualified friend am I?

If you attribute Ning Hong's familiarity to the fact that he got along with me twice before I knew it, then everything would make sense.He made a special trip to see me, or to say, laughed at me, confronted me falsely and submissively, and heard me claim to be Ning Qing's good friend, and then expose it in one fell swoop, it must be a very fulfilling thing.

I watched Ning Hong's figure disappear at the end of the road, turned around and walked back to the office.

At the beginning of the thesis, I wanted to polish the sentence and wording in the abstract, but now I lost my mood.

The atmosphere in the office was extremely lively. Kang Yanfeng used draft paper to build a card tower and vowed to verify his new theory. Bi Xuhua leaned on the chair with folded arms and watched Kang Yanfeng's movements.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Mr. Zou, you came just in time." Bi Xuhua said, "Come, come, and place a bet on whether Lao Kang can reach the tenth floor."

"Ten floors?" I looked at the crumbling paper tower, "Isn't this all seven floors?"

"That's right, I can't bet, I bet on one ice cream." Bi Xuhua said, "Sister Wu can bet on two ice creams."

"I bet on an ice cream, I can't." I said, "This thing will fall down in a gust of wind."

"Xiao Zou, you're still too young." Kang Yanfeng put his mind on two things, and stood behind the paper tower and retorted unconvinced. As soon as he finished speaking, the paper tower fell down.

I said, "Look, yeah."

"You are not kind." Kang Yanfeng said, "Fishing law enforcement!"

"I don't have any." I said, "Sister Wu, two ice creams."

"Xiao Zou and I each have one, and I want yogurt." Bi Xuhua clapped his hands happily, "One win every day makes me feel better."

"I want mung beans." I said, sitting behind the desk, cleared the table, and waited for Sister Wu Juan to buy ice cream.

"Old Kang, aren't you in a hurry to get off work today?" Bi Xuhua asked.

"Work overtime." Kang Yanfeng said, "I made a new fluid model, and worked overtime to make up for what was left behind."

"Where's Xiao Zou?" Bi Xuhua looked at me.

"I don't want to work overtime tonight." I said, "I didn't sleep well last night, so go back and catch up on sleep."

"It's hard work, I heard that something happened in the mathematics department in the early morning?" Bi Xuhua said.

Kang Yanfeng asked: "What happened?"

"A student couldn't think about it, so he climbed to the top of the building to blow air." I said, "Fortunately, I couldn't sleep last night, and I received a call from their monitor."

"Hey, the children of today." Kang Yanfeng said, "Isn't the Fengshui on this campus of Jinda University bad? They dance once a year."

"There are 6 or [-] undergraduates, graduate students, and teaching staff in the campus, and one hop a year is the standard frequency." Bi Xuhua said, "So, have you persuaded them to come down?"

"I've been persuaded." I said, "Generally, those who really don't want to live will not give time for others to rescue them. They can just find a bridge and jump off, and they won't even be able to find the dead body."

"That's right." Bi Xuhua said, "Little Zou is a transparent person."

"Teacher Bi praised you." I said.

"Ice cream is here." Sister Wu Juan bought a bag of ice cream, gave me one with mung bean paste, one for Bi Xuhua with yogurt, and the remaining two sticks of chocolate for Kang Yanfeng, who opened one for herself.

"Thank you, Miss Wu." I said.

Sitting in the office and chatting with my colleagues for a while, the emotions pent up in my heart dissipated a little, and I stopped thinking about the bad things of the two brothers Ning Qing and Ning Hong for the time being.