After walking halfway through the street, a small store appeared in Lu Yang's sight. The lights were not very bright. There were only four small tables in the store. Five or six small square tables were placed outside the door. An old man with gray hair was cooking at the door of the store. The steaming and the rich aroma of dog meat could be smelled from afar.

Dog meat, like beef and lamb meat, is a good thing to nourish in winter, but few people eat it in summer, especially dog ​​meat. This thing is dry and has a lot of energy and blood.

Every winter, middle-aged and elderly men in their forties and fifties like to come to find dog meat in groups, but young people don’t care much about this.

When Lu Yang arrived, several tables inside and outside the store were almost full, with only the shade of the trees closest to the road, and there was still a small table empty. When Lu Yang walked over, several middle-aged people outside the store stared at his arms hanging in front of his chest and looked curiously. He was obviously injured and still eating dog meat?

If it were normal, Lu Yang would not have come to ask dog meat to eat when he was injured, but now he is upset and just wants to eat dog meat and drink some old wine.

Without caring about the eyes of those people, Lu Yang walked over and sat down at the only empty table. A woman in her forties wore a red apron around her waist. She looked like a gift from a seller with chicken essence, and the words "Chicken essence" were printed on it. Seeing that another guest came, the woman quickly ran over with a small notebook and a ballpoint pen and asked with a smile: "Little handsome guy! Are you here to eat dog meat? Do you want to order other things? We also have cold dishes and mutton soup..."

Before the woman finished speaking, Lu Yang, who was in a bad mood, interrupted her and said, "A dog meat pot! Do you have choking cucumbers? If you have one, just give it one, forget it if you don't! In addition, what kind of wine is the most powerful here? I want white wine! Let's have a bottle!"

The woman noticed Lu Yang's frowning brows at this time. She quickly shut up and stopped recommending it. She just nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay! Guest, please wait!"

Then he stepped down.

The dog meat was cooked. When the woman arranged the tableware for Lu Yang, the dog meat pot that Lu Yang wanted was already served. Another teenage girl came up with the alcohol stove and met Lu Yang. They both were stunned for a moment.

"Teacher Lu? What's wrong with your arm? Is it injured?"

The little girl looked surprised. It turned out that it was the little girl who asked Lu Yang to give advice a few days ago that they rehearsed "Soup and Sweetness is Me". When she smiled, there were two little girls with deep dimples beside her cheeks.

Lu Yang remembers that her name seems to be Yeling, a mountain ridge. A very strange name.

Seeing that it was her, Lu Yang showed a little smile and nodded, "A little bit of injury, is this store yours?"

The little girl Ye Ling smiled slightly, and two dimples appeared again. Her face looked like a small apple, which was very cute. Anyone who saw it would like to like it. Ye Ling smiled, nodded and said, "Well. The store belongs to my grandfather, the one who just now was my mother! The one who cooked the food was my grandfather!"

While talking to Lu Yang, Ye Ling quickly placed the alcohol stove and lit it, then put the dog meat pot up and things were done.

As soon as the pot was put, Ye Ling frowned and carried the pot back. Lu Yang was confused and didn't know what she was doing, but immediately heard Ye Ling's crisp voice: "Grandpa! Grandpa! Add some dog meat to this! Hurry up! Add more! That's our teacher! The lecture is great! Hurry up! Hurry up~!"

"Oh, it's your teacher? That's to add more!"

The thin old man in front of the stove looked up at Lu Yang, and a gentle smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He picked up the horse spoon and even added two large spoons of dog meat to pile a small dry pot like a hill.

Lu Yang, who was by the table, looked at it, listened, and didn't stop him. He thought to give him an extra hundred yuan when he left! Two tablespoons of dog meat would be worth at least a few dozen yuan.

The dog meat, choking cucumbers, and old wine soon all came to the table. The little girl Ye Ling said sweetly: "Teacher, please use it slowly! I'm going to work!" Then she left, leaving Lu Yang alone at two dishes and a bottle of wine. The voices on the tables around him seemed to float from a distant place. At this moment, Lu Yang felt a sense of tranquility, and perhaps a little lonely.

He opened the wine bottle silently and poured half a cup into the glass. His arm, which had just been hung around his neck, had been taken off by Lu Yang. His skin and flesh were not that serious.

He picked up half a glass of old wine, and Lu Yang poured it all into his mouth in one gulp. The hot feeling slipped from his throat and throat into his esophagus and into his stomach. In addition, the cool breeze at night blew, and the whole person was shocked. Lu Yang pursed his lips, didn't say anything, and had no expression. He picked up the chopsticks and looked at the bottom of the dog meat - yellow teeth and a few fried tofu cubes. It was pretty good, both of which were what Lu Yang liked to eat.

At this moment, Lu Yang didn't think about anything. He drank the hot old wine and ate the fragrant dog meat. He occasionally picked up chopsticks to choke on cucumbers. It felt very exciting. Compared to Lu Yang's usual food, dog meat tonight was considered a good thing. Unfortunately, no matter how much you eat or how much old wine you drink, he was still very bored.

Just as his bottle of old wine was about to come to an end and a full pot of dried dog meat was almost finished, the cell phone in his pocket rang, and he opened his drunken eyes, and took out his cell phone and saw it, but it was a strange number.

He pressed the answer button casually and put the phone in his ear. Lu Yang closed his eyes and asked, "Who?"

"Lu Yang? It's me! Qian Xiaoyu, does your arm still hurt now?"

It turned out to be Qian Xiaoyu. Lu Yang curled his lips and wanted to laugh, but suddenly he thought there was something funny about it? At this time, he didn't want to talk to any woman or anyone else.

He has this kind of personality. When he is unhappy, he would rather stay alone in a quiet place without saying anything or paying attention to anyone.

Closed his eyes, Lu Yang said perfunctorily: "It's okay! Are you in trouble?"

Fortunately? In fact, his wounds have been hurting all the time, but he just didn't take them to heart. For him, the physical trauma will sooner or later. What can really make him suffer is the inner wound.

Now he is stuck between two women. He has no choice. If Rui Xiaoxiu is added, he will only have three women. But he will suffer everything by himself and he cannot blame anyone, so he hates himself. Tonight he just wants to use alcohol to numb himself, but a bottle of old wine is almost finished. An old saying has been verified by him personally - alcohol is in sorrow, and sorrow is even more sorrowful!

Qian Xiaoyu: "Where do you live? I want to see you."

Lu Yang still closed his eyes. Qian Xiaoyu's beauty, which was not inferior to Tong Yaqian, flashed through his mind. He had another different beauty. Before coming to the internship, he thought about winning this beautiful man. He was upset and depressed at the moment, but he had no idea at all.

Lu Yang: "No! It's okay, go to bed early!"

After saying that, before she could continue to say anything, Lu Yang hung up the phone roughly, gentlemanly demeanor? What is that? At this time, Lu Yang just wanted to be quiet.

On the other side, Qian Xiaoyu's dormitory, listening to the blind voice suddenly sounded from his phone, Qian Xiaoyu blinked in shock. When he put down his phone, Qian Xiaoyu muttered to himself: "He seems to be drunk?"

Lu Yang, after hanging up Qian Xiaoyu's phone call, Lu Yang opened his eyes and poured all the last bit of old wine in the bottle into the glass. Because the alcohol was already a little overwhelmed, some wine was poured onto the table. The little girl Ye Ling was already finished at this time and was standing at the door of the store with her mother, looking at Lu Yang worriedly.

Seeing this scene, her mother curled her lips and said, "Xiaoling! Your teacher is really good at teaching? Is that what he is?"

Ye Ling nodded vigorously and whispered: "Mom! You have a lower voice! Don't let my teacher hear it! Teacher Lu's lectures are really good. He never has to read the textbook in class. If everyone asks him any questions, he can answer them. He is the most powerful teacher I have ever met!"

At this time, no new customers came in at the store. Grandpa Ye Ling also put down the spoon in his hand, lit a local filter-free cigarette, took a deep breath, and heard the mother and the two of them discussing, and also came over.

The old voice said, "Your teacher is a little drunk. Please give it to Xiaoling! Don't let him fall asleep on the road halfway!"

"Ah? How can this work? Xiaoling is a girl..." Ye Ling's mother's first reaction was to object.

Ye Ling said, "Okay grandpa!"

Grandpa Ye Ling glanced at his daughter and said angrily: "You! Where are you thinking about it? That's Xiaoling's teacher! And Xiaoling is still young, no matter how beastly the teacher is, he will not harm Xiaoling!"

Ye Ling: "That's it! Mom's thoughts are so dirty!"

Ye Ling's mother opened her mouth and was speechless. Although she was still a little worried, she still didn't say anything else. Ye Ling's young teacher didn't look like a bad person, and she had injuries on her arm.

While the three of them were talking, Lu Yang had already finished his last sip of wine, put down his glass and did not eat dog meat again. He pursed his lips and took out his wallet, pulled out two hundred. He thought about it, shook his head, pulled out another one, opened his hazy drunk eyes, looked at Ye Ling at the door, and asked, "Is three hundred enough?"

Seeing that Lu Yang was going to pay the bill, Ye Ling jogged over with her mother, Ye Ling repeatedly said, "There are too many!"

Ye Ling's mother said, "Oh! You are my teacher at Xiaoling! Come to our house for some food, how can you still ask for your money?"

He said he didn't have money, but Ye Ling's mother had already taken over two hundred yuan. Grandpa Ye Ling, who was smoking at the door, looked elsewhere, obviously he couldn't see it.

Lu Yang didn't care, so he put another hundred-dollar bill on the table, stood up on the table and was about to leave. Before leaving, he squeezed out a smile and said goodbye to Ye Ling and her mother.

Ye Ling, who had received the instructions from his grandfather, came up to support Lu Yang, saying that there was still two hundred yuan to find, and the other one hundred yuan could not be requested. While supporting Lu Yang, he also picked up the one hundred on the table and gave it to Lu Yang. After that, he turned around and shouted to her mother: "Mom! Why are you standing there? Why don't you hurry up and find money for my teacher!"

Lu Yang was already drunk at this time and didn't want to get involved with the mother and the mother, but he couldn't collect the money he gave. He frowned and pushed him. In the end, Lu Yang, who was drunk, was defeated. The hundred yuan was stuffed back into Lu Yang's pocket, and there were dozens of yuan of change he had recovered.

In 2006, the price was not as good as the Rockets, and such a meal really cost less than 300 yuan.

Ye Ling wanted to see Lu Yang, but Lu Yang didn't let him go. He pushed him away several times and staggered away. Ye Ling was worried and followed him from afar and kept watching Lu Yang enter the door before turning back. However, the drunk Lu Yang did not notice that there was a small tail behind him.

Back in the quiet rental house, Lu Yang staggered to hold the wall, walked into the bedroom, and fell on the bed. At this time, the pain brought to him by the alcohol finally suppressed the boredom in his heart and fell asleep in a daze.

On that night, Lu Yang rarely wrote any more, but his brows were still frowning in his dream.

After he fell asleep, his cell phone rang several times, but he did not wake him up once.

...

The next morning, the mist in the morning had not yet dissipated. Tong Yaqian, who was depressed, held a portion of fried dough sticks and soy milk, opened Lu Yang's door with the key. As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol. When she smelled the first reaction of the smell of alcohol, Tong Yaqian frowned and looked subconsciously at Lu Yang's bedroom. However, she saw Lu Yang, who had always had the habit of sleeping and closing the door, was actually open today.

Did he drink last night?

Tong Yaqian was stunned for a moment, stood at the door for a few seconds before turning around and closing the door gently. She could guess why Lu Yang drank last night, because Cao Xue was coming to stay for a long time, so he was in a dilemma.

Because she, Tong Yaqian...

Thinking of this, Tong Yaqian's eyes were a little sour. She wanted to cry, but she was a little sad, but she was also a little happy. What was sad was that the complex relationship between her and Lu Yang and Cao Xue was not known how to solve it, and she didn't know how to solve it. She was happy because Lu Yang would be so entangled between her and Cao Xue.

This shows that Lu Yang also likes her, otherwise why would he torture himself like this?

With light steps, Tong Yaqian walked into the bedroom silently.

Sure enough, the situation in the bedroom was as expected. Lu Yang did not take off his clothes and shoes. He just fell half of his body on the bed, his feet stretched out outside the edge of the bed, and even the quilt was pressed under him, and he didn't cover him all night.

He was hangover, not as energetic as usual. On that always calm and quiet face, Tong Yaqian saw fatigue and haggardness.

Tong Yaqian walked over gently, sat down silently on the edge of the bed beside him, and gently stroked his eyebrows and lip lines with two long fingers with some chilling cold...

A few tears rolled out from their eyes.

As early as when she was with him, she knew that this day would definitely be there. She thought it was still far away, at least after their internship, but she didn't expect it to come so early.

Is it about to wake up after only half of a dream?

Closed his eyes, Tong Yaqian silently wiped away the tears on his face. When he opened his eyes, he had already started to help Lu Yang take off his shoes and clothes. He carefully placed Lu Yang on the bed and covered him with a quilt. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!