[BL] After chasing his wife in the crematorium [REBIRTH]

Chapter 20

Zhao Shun brought him into the house, "I'll go up to get my notes, you can sit down wherever you want."

Fang Ling: "Okay."

Zhao Shun's room is on the third floor. He is tall and has long legs. Go up to the third floor.

He first went to his own study room, walked to the bookshelf where the notes were placed, and then began to look through things.

There are many notes in the bookshelf, including mathematics, chemistry, English and other subjects, but these notes are arranged in categories, so it is not troublesome to find them.

After finding the physics notes of the second year of high school, Zhao Shun thought of the bright red "39" on Fang Ling's test paper, and took the notes of the first year of high school next to him.

After taking the notes, Zhao Shun went downstairs.

Going upstairs was fast, and going downstairs was also natural, but Zhao Shun was stunned when he came out of the stairs.

His brother and Fang Ling were sitting on two adjacent sofas, and they actually chatted. Judging by their expressions, the conversation was quite pleasant.

At this time, his brother is actually at home?

No, this is not the most surprising thing. It should be said that his brother and Fang Ling have a common topic. The age difference between the two must be half a round.

Full of doubts, Zhao Shun walked over, "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Yao looked at his younger brother, "Just chatting casually."

It was true. Just now he saw Zhao Shun taking his classmates home upstairs, and then Seeing that the little classmate seemed to have a calm temperament, he went downstairs to take a look.

After all, the friends his brother brought home could be counted with a single slap.

Originally, Zhao Yao only intended to chat casually, but the conversation of the little classmate surprised him, and he was calm and indifferent in dealing with people beyond his age group.

Like a cup of fragrant tea, indifferent yet elegant, with excellent temperament.

Unknowingly, Zhao Yao, who thought he was just coming down to have a look, chatted with Fang Ling.

Zhao Shun was suspicious, but he didn't see anything. He stuffed the two notebooks into Fang Ling's hands, "Here, all the first and second graders are here." 

The two notebooks were heavy and very important.

Fang Ling carried a drawstring-style sports bag. The backpack was not big, and it was just right for taking notes. After thanking him, Fang Ling put the notes in.

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom?" Although Fang Ling knew the location, Fang Ling still had to ask.

After Zhao Shun showed him the way, Fang Ling went to the bathroom.

Zhao Yao looked at his younger brother in blue and white school uniform, "Your little classmate is much more mature and stable than you, you should learn more from him in the future."

Zhao Shun felt strange, "...such a high evaluation?"

He asked It is rare to see his brother commenting on a person who has only met once.

Zhao Yao said frankly: "It's just a matter of discussion."

Some people are not very old, but they have a certain amount of advance and retreat. It can be said that chatting with such people is a kind of enjoyment. But some people are still arrogant and unreasonable despite their age, it seems that the years have been fed into the dog's stomach.

Zhao Yao thinks that his younger brother's classmate is the first type. The other party is a smart person, and a smart person with a strong affinity.

Even if such a person has poor academic performance, he will never worry about making a living in the future.

Fang Ling came back soon, and the two brothers stopped talking.

Zhao Shun: "Let's go, join them."

Fang Ling nodded.

Zhao Yao had just finished chatting with Fang Ling, so he knew that they were going to go shopping, so he said, "Let the driver at home take you there." 

Zhao Shun refused without thinking, "No, we came here by bicycle, and we are on the road at this time There are a lot of cars, and the traffic is heavy."

During the rush hour, cars are not as fast as bicycles.

Seeing this, Zhao Yao didn't force himself.

Riding a bicycle, Zhao Shun and Fang Ling walked through the path after leaving the No. 1 Mansion in Dijing, and detoured to the Golden Circle Mall at the fastest speed.

It was about 5:40, when the car was parked, the two of them stepped on to the agreed hot pot restaurant, where the squad leader Weng Ruo and Ding Dayan were already there.

They chose a place by the window, and the transparent glass wall was pasted with bright red paper-cuts. The red color and the red pepper decorations hanging on the walls of the store complemented each other, bringing warmth to the already cooling autumn. meaning.

"The online reviews of this hot pot restaurant are very good. I just... Hey, that seems to be from Class 10." Ding Dayan, who was halfway through speaking, turned his head and looked out the window.

Several people turned their heads to look.

They were indeed members of class 10, not many, only three, and the other party probably also came out to purchase.

Out of the corner of Ji Qingping's eyes, there was a touch of blue and white, and he looked along, and when he saw Zhao Shun in the hotpot restaurant through the glass wall, he was obviously a little more happy.

"Let's not go to 'One Fish', but to the hot pot restaurant over there." Ji Qingping changed his mind.

He is the squad leader, and the sports committee has no objection, let alone Jiang Biao who came out with him.

"Ah Shun, what a coincidence." Ji Qingping came in first, "It's rare to meet, don't you mind sharing a table?" "

It's more crowded, let's share a table." Jiang Biao echoed.

Zhao Shun didn't care, "It's fine."

Weng Ruo, the squad leader sitting next to him, frowned, but didn't say anything.

So the table for four was changed to a big table, and Ji Qingping naturally walked to Zhao Shun's side and sat down on his left side.

Ding Dayan saw that his goddess was sitting a seat away, so he simply sat on Zhao Shun's right hand side, next to Weng Ruo.

Fang Ling sat across from him, next to him was Huan Yingjun, a student from Class 10, a rather handsome and well-built boy.

Ding Dayan: "We just ordered, let's add more."

The menu was brought over again, and Jiang Biao gave the menu to Ji Qingping.

"A Shun, this shop's handmade beef balls are very good, did you order them just now?" Ji Qingping was looking at the menu.

Ding Dayan laughed cheerfully, "Just order your share, we all ordered just now."

Ji Qingping nodded.

The two large pots were quickly brought up, and the pots were placed on the induction cooker in the middle of the table, and the dishes were placed, and everything was ready.

The heat was gradually rising, Zhao Shun looked ahead, and in the misty mist, the eyebrows and eyes of the person opposite seemed to become as elegant as a landscape painting.

The man was talking with the 10th class sports committee next to him. He didn't know what he said, which made the other party laugh. In the voice, the gentle voice seemed to be blurred.

Zhao Shun felt a strange emotion, it seemed to be irritable, but it didn't seem to be.

"The pot is boiling, let's get some food." Ding Dayan said immediately when he saw the pot started to bubble.

Two pots, one of which is a mandarin duck pot, half of which is bone clear soup, the other half is spicy, and the other pot is a tomato pot, which is sour and sweet, very appetizing.

Fang Ling picked up the beef balls next to him and poured them into the clear soup.

Huan Yingjun saw him and asked: "Can't you eat spicy food?"

Fang Ling: "It's not that you can't, it's just that the taste tends to be lighter."

After so many years of keeping healthy, he has become used to it.

"That's more." Huan Yingjun also poured the plate of beef balls that Ji Qingping ordered into the clear soup pot, "I'll pour the meatballs here first, if anyone of you wants spicy food, go to the side and eat the soup."

Ding Dayan: "Okay~"

Everyone is of a grown-up age, as the saying goes, "Half-year-olds eat poor old men", with a bang, six or seven plates were emptied on the table in no time.

"The snowflake beef I blanched is pretty good, let me give it a try." Huan Yingjun brought back the colander, picked up two or three slices of beef with serving chopsticks and put them in Fang Ling's bowl.

He has a carefree personality, similar to E Xinghua who has a social aura, and he is the type who likes to make friends.

After chatting with Fang Ling, Heng Yingjun felt that this person's personality was very suitable for him, so he moved the sauce he made to Fang Ling's side, "But the spicy pot is better than the spicy pot. The super sauce here is really super delicious, you must try it!"

Fang Ling took a piece of thin beef and dipped it in the sauce, and ate it under Huan Yingjun's expectant eyes.

Spicy and spicy, it seems to burn after entering the mouth, but it seems to have a hint of sweetness.

Really good.

Fang Ling smiled, "Your introduction is correct, it's really delicious."

Huan Yingjun laughed haha, "Right, I'll just say it."

After the pot boiled, Weng Ruojiang changed the induction cooker to In the third gear, the rising fog becomes weaker.

Zhao Shun saw Fang Ling, who was sitting directly opposite, ate spicy food, and his lips turned red. The boy's originally superior lip shape became distinct, and when he curved his lips into a smile, they turned out to be a bit gorgeous.

And the person beside him who was affirmed by him also laughed, chatting like a sparrow.

The more Zhao Shun heard it, the more noisy he felt. He immediately got up from his seat and took a cup to drink.

"Ah Shun, I want to drink too, as usual." Ji Qingping hurriedly stuffed his cup.

Ding Dayan laughed after hearing this, "It seems that you are really familiar with each other, and you even remember what each other drinks."

Ji Qingping smiled, "Of course, Ah Shun and I were classmates when we were still in junior high school, and the family I have a good relationship with his elders, and I even went to his house to play."

The cups have handles, and Zhao Shun took two in one hand, but did not leave immediately.

Ji Qingping asked, "What's wrong?"

"Who else wants to drink?" Zhao Shun hesitated for a while before saying.

Through the water mist, his gaze swept around, and finally fell on Fang Ling.

Ji Qingping was stunned.

The Ah Shun he knew would not take the initiative to be a waiter.

Ding Dayan handed over his cup, "I want it, I don't ask for it, Brother Shun, please feel free."

Ji Qingping frowned, "Ah Shun, can you get that much?"

Zhao Shun didn't care, "Over there There is a tray."

Weng Ruo: "I want sour plum juice."

Fang Ling also handed over his cup, "I can do whatever I want."

Huan Yingjun: "Me too."

The cups in the hot pot restaurant are colorful, so don't worry about messing them up. Chaos, Zhao Shun, who harvested a bunch of cups, went.

Not long after, he returned with a plate and started pie-by-pipe.

Soon, everyone gets their cup back. Huan Yingjun was probably thirsty, so he took a big sip first, "Sweet!"

Ji Qingping took a sip, "The sour plum juice in this store is good, but not as good as the watermelon store I went with you last time. Hey ~ I miss you as you talk, Ah Shun, let's have another meal there sometime."

Zhao Shun nodded and said yes.

Fang Ling picked up the cup, and when he was about to drink it, he smelled a mango smell.

He is allergic to mangoes and cannot touch anything related to mangoes, so Fang Ling put down the cup again.

As a result, when he looked up, he saw Zhao Shun on the opposite side looking straight at him.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Zhao: Why doesn't he drink? (Frown)

Lao Zhao: Wife, I don't want to sleep in the study (slams on the door)