In the cafeteria, Zhou Yan and Zhou Wan came to a relatively delicious fried noodle shop.
This fried rice noodle shop has been open for a few years, and basically stays open until ten o'clock in the evening before closing. The proprietress is very diligent.
"Auntie, please have two bowls of fried noodles." Zhou Wan said softly to the landlady.
"One serving is enough. I feel full at night." Zhou Yan said.
The landlady was a little hesitant and glanced at Zhou Wan.
"Auntie, two portions." Zhou Wan said softly.
The landlady suddenly realized that the two young men were clearly a couple who had an argument, and the girl was angry with the boy.
She also responded with a smile: "Okay, two portions."
The landlady put on her apron and went to the back kitchen to make fried noodles.
Zhou Yan said to Zhou Wan helplessly: "Sister Wan, I might not be able to eat it."
"If you can't eat it, I'll eat it."
I don’t know if it’s because Zhou Wan figured it out after agreeing to come with Zhou Yan, but anyway, she didn’t give Zhou Yan any face.
Zhou Yan actually found it very useful to his senior sister's state.
This kind of slightly emotional behavior meant that Zhou Wan did not want to draw a clear line with him.
In this case, there is still room for change.
Zhou Yan looked towards the kitchen, where the heat was already rising, and the aroma of fried noodles wafted from the distance. Zhou Yan asked half casually: "Sister Wan, are you still angry with me?"
"This is not a matter of being angry or not."
Zhou Wan's voice was very dull.
It felt like Zhou Yan's former student council president was back.
Since establishing Zhulang Studio, Zhou Yan knew that Zhou Wan could be said to have devoted herself wholeheartedly to the career of Zhulang.
Developing projects, coordinating operations, and communicating with schools, not only doing it personally, can be said to be dedicated.
For this reason, he even gave up his identity as the student union president and replaced his identity as a student teacher in order to manage the studio.
Even Zhou Yan could tell that Zhou Wan was a little more haggard than before, even though she was still very beautiful, and even had a more fragile temperament.
Now that he has this career, it can be said that Zhou Wan really takes half of the credit.
Without the help of this faculty member in the computer department, if he wants to start a project, God knows how long it will take for him to do so.
It is precisely because of possession that Zhou Yan does not want to lose it.
Zhou Yan didn't say anything anymore. He felt like there was a wall between him and Zhou Wan.
A wall that is not very thick.
He and Zhou Wan could pretend that nothing had happened before, just like before.
But tonight the point was broken, which made both of them uncomfortable.
He turned his head slightly and glanced at the senior sister.
The beautiful eyes on her oval face were blank, and a few strands of slightly broken hair added a layer of alienation between her and others.
She must be very confused.
Zhou Yan thought to himself.
He had never cared so much about a woman's thoughts.
She is still a woman who is actually many years younger than herself.
But now that he is reborn and assumes the identity of a junior, he can't help but be affected.
Will fluctuate due to her emotions.
Even doing things that don’t seem appropriate because you don’t want to lose.
"The fried noodles are here."
The kind voice of the landlady interrupted Zhou Yan's thoughts.
The plate she brought contained two full bowls of fried noodles, which were still steaming and fragrant.
Fried rice noodles can be said to be Hongcheng's fast food, and it is also the first choice for late night snacks. It is oily but not greasy, spicy and delicious.
However, Zhou Yan has never had this experience several times in his life, and this time he used his fans to gain an excuse to talk to Zhou Wan alone.
"Thank you, auntie."
Zhou Yan took two pairs of kuaizi and saw that Zhou Wan had already added Hongcheng fried beans, pickled radish and special red pepper to the two bowls of fried noodles. He looked like he was cooking two bowls of noodles by himself, and he smiled inwardly. .
This is with him
To compete is to compete with yourself.
Zhou Yan finally didn't forget to take out his mobile phone to scan the QR code and pay the money.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that the QR code was a bit friendly and cute. Maybe it was because his senior sister looked at it in the same way.
But when did he become so hypocritical.
Seeing that Zhou Wan had picked up the plate, Zhou Yan followed Zhou Wan with two pairs of kuaizi.
Until she found a brighter place to sit down.
Zhou Yan took a bowl of fried noodles by himself.
"Aren't you unable to eat?" Zhou Wan asked.
"Oh, I can't eat it."
Zhou Yan seemed to have been reminded by Zhou Wan, and he recommended his fan to Zhou Wan.
Didn't move for a moment.
Zhou Wan was a little amused by Zhou Yan's behavior, but just rolled her eyes at him and said nothing more.
I started to eat powder.
The senior student ate her powder in small sips. She looked pure and flawless under the light, perhaps because of her sight.
After Zhou Wan ate for a while, she realized that Zhou Yan was looking at her.
"What are you looking at?"
"Sister Wan, you don't speak. I can only look at you." Zhou Yan had no consciousness of being caught peeking.
He was just watching and appreciating openly.
Zhou Wan's face was slightly red. Even though she deliberately kept a distance from Zhou Yan, the close eye contact still made her slightly uncomfortable.
She should be angry with Zhou Yan, but she doesn't know why she should be angry with him. Perhaps the biggest gap between the two is Shishi. This is a fundamental contradiction that no one can reconcile.
She even had the urge to escape.
If it weren't for the fact that the Zhichuang Cup competition is not over yet, he might really have left.
If she continued to stay and looked at Zhou Yan and Shishi, it would be difficult for her to face her heart.
Zhou Wan ignored Zhou Yan and continued to eat her powder.
She didn't eat dinner. To be honest, she was really hungry. The rush and inexplicable anxiety in her heart also made her eat very quickly.
Zhou Yan was still looking at Zhou Wan, and when he saw that one-third of the bowl of powder had been finished by her, she still had no intention of talking to him, and felt a little helpless.
Who comes to a fried noodle shop really just to get the noodles?
If the senior sister didn't forget to "show her face" when she was talking about fans, Zhou Yan almost felt that Zhou Wan had misunderstood.
Zhou Wan seemed to be used to Zhou Yan watching, so she didn't give Zhou Yan a chance to find a topic.
It made him hungry.
Zhou Yan simply stopped holding on, took back the bowl of fried noodles next to Zhou Wan, took the kuaizi and started eating.
Zhou Wan glanced at Zhou Yan, said nothing, and started eating her fans again.
The two people are obviously friends, but at this time they are more like strangers sitting at the same table. You eat yours and I eat mine.
Zhou Yan was actually a little full. After all, he had cooked quite a sumptuous dinner for Xiaoxiao. Now that he had eaten some rice noodles, he felt a little full. In the end, he simply put down Kuai Zi and stopped eating.
Still have more than half left.
Therefore, if you focus on eating, it is more than enough for an ordinary person to finish the meal in ten minutes.
Not to mention the fragrant fried noodles.
The two portions of fried noodles were not added in quantity, so the portions were not large. Zhou Wan, who only wanted to eat without talking, naturally finished it quickly.
Wiping his mouth with a tissue, he found that Zhou Yan only ate some and left most of the powder untouched.
"A waste." Zhou Wan said.
"I can't eat anymore." Zhou Yan smiled and asked softly, "Sister Wan, do you want to help me solve it?"
"If you can't eat anything, just leave. There's nothing good to eat." Zhou Wan said directly.
What she meant was very clear, there was nothing to talk about.
Perhaps before coming here, she had thought about what she would talk to Zhou Yan about, but when she actually started eating, she felt that nothing interesting to talk about.
Zhou Yan had nothing to do for a while.
The senior sister's attitude is obviously because she doesn't want him to have this kind of attitude.
More opportunities to argue.
Seeing that most of the bowl of noodles would be a waste if not eaten, Zhou Yan just forced his stomach and started eating again.
The powder in winter cools down very quickly, and over time, oil and other deposits accumulate, making the experience not very good again.
Zhou Yan wondered if Zhou Wan had considered this aspect, so she ate quickly.
He was careless.
Watching Zhou Yan eating fried rice noodles indifferently, Zhou Wan felt a little helpless towards this silly junior who suddenly showed up.
"If you can't eat it, don't eat it. It doesn't taste good when it's cold." Zhou Wan said softly.
Zhou Yan didn't listen to Zhou Wan, and even after Zhou Wan said this, he felt that it tasted better even if it was cold.
I quickly went down and made another batch of fried noodles.
Zhou Wan didn't know that Zhou Yan was pretending not to hear what she said.
As if wanting to take the initiative, Zhou Wan also said with a bit of anger: "Then if you want to eat, you can eat here. I have other things and I don't have time to accompany you."
She stood up and seemed to really want to leave.
Zhou Yan glanced at her and started eating fried noodles again, as if to say that he was already ruined, so just leave.
This move was able to silence the senior sister.
Zhou Wan saw that Zhou Yan suddenly became indifferent, either leaving or not leaving.
The feeling of being ignored was very uncomfortable. She didn't expect that Zhou Yan had just experienced it, and now Zhou Yan would let her experience it again.
Zhou Wan really wants to leave.
But she knew that she and Zhou Yan should make it clear, otherwise it would really affect her work.
Regardless of her status as a senior and a teacher, she is also Zhou Yan's partner. Zhulang Technology not only has Zhou Yan's hard work, but also her hard work, so even if she knows about Zhou Yan and Shishi, She thought about leaving, but finally chose to stay.
She originally thought she would accept it all calmly, but she didn't.
Now Zhou Yan is looking for her to talk things out, but Zhou Wan knows that she has been avoiding him.
Sometimes she even wonders why she still gets angry with Zhou Yan even though she is two years older than him. She shouldn't.
That’s all.
Zhou Wan glanced at Zhou Yan, who was eating his noodles indifferently, and finally turned around.
One step...two steps...
Zhou Yan looked at Zhou Wan's appearance, smiled and shook his head. He didn't want to leave just like that, and even pretended to leave.
Let's go.
He also leaves.
I saw that there was still a lot of fried noodles left in front of me.
If you don't eat, just eat shit.
Zhou Yan glanced at Zhou Wan, picked up the plate, and walked in the opposite direction.
Angry, it should be considered angry.
I don’t know if Zhou Wan will follow.
But it doesn't matter even if you don't follow him. Judging from the appearance of his senior sister, he probably has to leave a buffer.
Zhou Yan walked very fast. When he reached the door, Zhou Yan didn't know why, but he was a little depressed.
Oh, so depressing.
"Lao Zhou, why are you still having dinner so late?"
Zeng Yun came over with a bag of fruit, saw Zhou Yan and said hello with a smile.
"Have a cigarette." Zhou Yan knew that Zeng Yun, an old smoker, must have a cigarette. He looked behind him and saw that no one was coming, so he said to Zeng Yun quickly.
Although Zeng Yun didn't know why Zhou Yan wanted to smoke, he skillfully pinched out a cigarette and gave it to Zhou Yan.
"Dot, dot, dot," Zhou Yan urged.
"Okay." Although Zeng Yun was a little strange, he still used a lighter to light Zhou Yan's cigarette.
LOL was still waiting for him, so Zeng Yun didn't say much and said to Zhou Yan, "Let's go."
"Bye-Bye."
Zhou Yan waved his hand and looked at the smoke.
"Yunyan..."
When he turned around and saw that no one was coming, Zhou Yan simply found a corner and squatted down to have a taste of rebirth.
The first cigarette that came.
It's not bitter, nor astringent, it's just a bit choking.
"Ahem...ahem...ahem."
...
Even Zhou Wan herself didn't know why her pace gradually slowed down.
It's like closing your eyes, unable to feel the light and shadow of time around you, your perception of the world becoming unfamiliar, and you can no longer take a few steps.
She even remembered to count.
Memorize it step by step, like a naive child.
She knew what she was expecting.
But no.
Zhou Yan didn't call her to stop.
When she reached five steps, Zhou Yan still didn't call her to stop.
My heart has never been so empty.
It's as if something important is missing.
When we arrived at the door of the canteen, no one came up to explain anything.
Zhou Wan suddenly hated her naivety and taking things for granted, and even felt that her current behavior was childish and ridiculous that she looked down upon before.
unnecessary.
She could obviously remain indifferent.
It can be ignored.
Zhou Wan couldn't help but turn around and look in the direction of Zhou Yan.
It’s just that there’s no one there eating fried rice noodles silently.
The person she was looking forward to was walking in the opposite direction to her, carrying a dinner plate, walking very fast, and getting further and further away.
There was also a window for disposing of leftovers and bowls, but Zhou Yan finally didn't follow her or go the same way with her.
This feeling is very uncomfortable.
The feeling of ice and cold that hits your heart.
So why is she angry?
Yes, Zhou Wan finally realized that she was angry with Zhou Yan.
But she really didn't think it was necessary.
It was my best friend who was with Zhou Yan. Even if I felt sorry for Shen Li, I didn't feel sorry for her.
What does she have to be angry about?
Zhou Yan has always had a good attitude towards her, it's only because she is more serious.
"Sister, just put down your dinner plate." The cook aunt said softly when she saw Zhou Wan staring blankly not far away.
"Oh, okay." Zhou Wan put down the plate awkwardly, and her face began to feel slightly hot.
[In view of the general environment,
Turning around and looking at the door where Zhou Yan disappeared, Zhou Wan stood blankly again.
Then, he reacted like an afterthought and came to his senses.
She did not choose the exit near Chi Chi, but turned around and chose to go back.
The other exit is where Zhou Yan went out just now.
Zhou Wan's pace gradually accelerated a little, and she didn't know why she was suddenly in a hurry.
Reached the door on the other side.
The door is a road.
The road leads to the boys' dormitory in one direction and to the outside of the school in the other direction.
Zhou Wan went out and looked in both directions, but there was no sign of Zhou Yan.
Zhou Wan stood there a little hesitantly, like a little girl who had done something wrong and was at a loss.
So he left anyway?
She obviously left first, why did he have to leave so fast.
Zhou Yan finally waited for Zhou Wan, he should be happy or happy or happy.
The melancholy in my heart was swept away, and I didn't put out the Yunyan that I had not taken a few puffs of. Instead, like a haggard old man, I squatted down and took another puff, and then clumsily acted out the scene of being choked by the smoke.
Of course he would not admit that it was to remind Zhou Wan to look over.
"Ahem."
Zhou Wan listened to the familiar voice and subconsciously looked towards the place where the voice came from.
I saw Zhou Yan squatting in the corner, holding a cigarette and smoking a bit melancholy, and coughing from time to time.
And he didn't seem to notice himself.
Zhou Wan came directly to Zhou Yan, "Why are you smoking?"
Zhou Yan seemed to have just discovered Zhou Wan. He glanced at Zhou Wan, said nothing, and took another sip.
"Ahem...ahem...ahem."
Zhou Yan coughed several times again.
Well, this smoke is very spicy.
"Why do you smoke?" Zhou Wan asked again.
Zhou Yan did not respond.
The cigarette butt lit up, and it was obvious that someone named Zhou took another puff.
"I asked you why you smoke?" Zhou Wan's voice finally contained a hint of questioning.
There is an unusual undertone hidden beneath the questioning.
Zhou Yan glanced at Zhou Wan, pressed the cigarette butt on the ground, and then spread his hands to Zhou Wan to indicate that he had stopped smoking.
The movements are very ordinary and well-behaved, but they are also strange and indifferent.
It's like a student facing a teacher. The teacher is helpless. The student said that if he was caught this time, he would admit defeat and he would dare to do it next time.
