The familiar smell of spicy oil in the air was still there, so Zhang Fan swallowed and walked to a small iron cart.

The stall owner was a woman who looked about thirty years old. When she saw Zhang Fan coming, her face was filled with a smile and asked kindly: "Young man, what do you want to order?"

Zhang Fan looked at the potatoes, stinky tofu and ham sausages placed on it, and the saliva in his mouth became more.

But for a moment he didn't know what he wanted to eat, so he asked the female stall owner: "What do students like to eat the most?"

"Ham sausage." said the female stall owner.

Then he explained the reason. "The main reason is that it tastes convenient and you can eat it while walking."

Only then did Zhang Fan notice that the female stall owner's Mandarin was very standard, and he rarely had the unique dialect of Shu. This sentence just now could also be said like this.

“It mainly tastes comfortable.”

"Then give me two ham sausages." Zhang Fan said.

After seeing the female stall owner preparing to use a brush to brush the fried ham with a spicy oil, she quickly added, "Just a little spicy."

After paying, Zhang Fan walked to the tall fig tree with a ham sausage in one hand and squatted down.

The wind blew the leaves and rustled, Zhang Fan's eyes were taken back from a cool-dressed girl, and at the same time he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"No matter what time, women are the most sensitive to seasonal changes, and their summers are also very long."

However, Zhang Fan likes this.

After a while, the school bell rings at No. 1 Middle School in the city.

After seeing some students walking out of the school gate one after another, Zhang Fan stood up and stretched his waist, then threw the bamboo stick in his hand into a trash can not far away.

At any time, Jiang Lanqing was extremely obvious in the crowd.

She is taller than most girls of the same age.

Her appearance will automatically focus people's eyes on her face, even though she is walking with her head down.

Also, she looked like a bubble moving in the stream of people, and there was no one around who was very close to her.

After Zhang Fan shouted the three words "Jiang Lanqing", Jiang Lanqing suddenly raised his head and walked towards Zhang Fan quickly.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Lanqing's face was filled with surprise.

Without waiting for Zhang Fan to answer, he took the initiative to say, "Those four people did not continue to harass me."

At this time, the other students' heads also turned to their place, but this time they were paying more attention to Zhang Fan.

Because the most intuitive feeling this scene just now gave them was that a student from another school soaked a very beautiful girl from our school away.

There are also boys who know Jiang Lanqing, and their paces slowed down unanimously.

Zhang Fan discovered this and thought in his heart that he had now become a public enemy of the Chinese Communist Party.

Although he didn't care or even enjoyed these envious and jealous eyes, he didn't want to be caught as a typical example.

So after seeing the teacher standing at the school gate looking at him again, he quickly said to Jiang Lanqing: "There are a lot of people here, why don't you?"

No. 1 Middle School of the City is to crack down on students' premature love with reactionary enemies. Even students from other schools, as long as they fall in love with students from the school, they will notify the teacher to invite their parents after they catch them, which is quite like a country's long-arm jurisdiction.

Zhang Fan felt that the meaning he wanted to express was very obvious, but Jiang Lanqing seemed to have not understood it, but instead asked: "Are you hungry? There is an aunt fried food at the gate of our school and I'll treat you."

After saying this, Jiang Lanqing lowered his head and stared at the tip of his shoes, and whispered: "You helped me that day, and I haven't thanked you well yet."

Zhang Fan shook his head. "Nothing."

Then he smiled and said, "It's just to return your umbrella to catch them."

After hearing Zhang Fan say this, Jiang Lanqing couldn't help but nodded, turned his head to Zhang Fan, and said with a gentle smile: "It seems that the same is true."

But the next second she changed her words. "But I still have to thank you very well."

===

I am still familiar with the stall, or the familiar female stall owner.

When the female stall owner saw Jiang Lanqing walking towards her, she smiled. "Or it's the same as usual?"

Jiang Lan nodded, then turned his head and asked, "Where are you?"

Zhang Fan stood next to Jiang Lanqing and saw the female stall owner peeling a ham sausage with a knife, and said, "I'm the same as her."

The female stall owner couldn't help but remind Zhang Fan at this time. "She eats very spicy food."

Previously, this young man really saved the hot sauce for him, so he stopped after just taking a little.

Zhang Fan looked careless. "It's okay, I'm eating spicy food."

This time the spicy smell in the air choked Zhang Fan and coughed, while Jiang Lanqing couldn't help swallowing.

The female stall owner handed the two fried ham sausages to Zhang Fan and Jiang Lanqing respectively. Zhang Fan looked at the hot sauce on the ham sausage and dyed the bamboo sticks red, swallowed a little, and then took a small bite carefully.

It was very spicy, almost making his tears flow out.

After Jiang Lanqing took a big bite, he saw Zhang Fan's eyes red, and laughed out loud with a "puzzle" and looked at him with contempt.

"You are still from Xishu Province, so you can't even eat this little spicy food."

Zhang Fan looked at Jiang Lanqing's lips covered with spicy sauce and did not have the courage to refute her words, but he still said stubbornly: "I haven't eaten this spicy for too long, and I'm a little uncomfortable for a while."

"Then you will get used to it in the future. I like spicy food very much." Jiang Lanqing said with his head slightly tilted.

After saying that, he walked to Zhang Fan and jumped forward while stepping on the patterns on the sidewalk.

After she finished eating the ham sausage in her hand, she threw the bamboo sticks into a trash can.

He raised his right foot again, turned around with the heel of his left foot as the center, and said to Zhang Fan, "I know a newly opened milk tea shop tastes very good, so I'll treat you."

Zhang Fan looked at the remaining spicy crumbs on the corner of Jiang Lanqing's mouth, and finished the remaining ham sausage in two or three mouthfuls, then took out a box of tissues from his pocket, took out one and handed it to her.

"There are still spicy foods on the corners of your mouth that have not been wiped clean."

Jiang Lanqing took the tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth several times, then waved his head left and right at Zhang Fan. "Is there any?"

"No more." Zhang Fan replied with a smile, shifting his gaze to the other side.

This girl's lips were so delicate that he had a strong urge to taste it.

Jiang Lanqing looked at Zhang Fan's awkward look and chuckled softly.

He then put his hands behind his back, paced his feet, leaned his upper body in the direction of his, and asked in a teasing tone: "I just used this straight ball, is your little heart jumping around?"

Zhang Fan did not answer this question, but changed the topic. "Where did you learn these?"

Jiang Lanqing pressed his dimples with his fingers, and his head tilted to make a thought. "Novels! Anime! Movies! Wait."

Her artificial performance made Zhang Fan unable to help but raise his hand and bounce her forehead. "A man is a big man."

While rubbing the position where Zhang Fan had just bounced with his fingers, Jiang Lanqing pouted his mouth and glanced at Zhang Fan, and said angrily: "You are not like this yet. You like to pretend to be an adult if you are fine."

Zhang Fan knew that Jiang Lanqing was talking about the fact that he played the role of a social person, and he was really unhappy about this matter. He recalled the way he saw her alone just now.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to ask. "Have you become better or worse at school than before?"

Jiang Lanqing paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, stared at the road beneath his feet again, and whispered: "It's much better than before, at least no one has said bad things to me in person now."

Zhang Fan looked at Jiang Lanqing's lowered head, her eyes were no longer bright, and she asked softly: "Isn't anyone willing to make friends with you?"

Jiang Lanqing shook his head. "Yes, but I don't like them."

She knew that those people wanted to get to know her not because of her, but because she had a brother who was in a mess.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but kick Zhang Fan. "I'm not allowed to call me your sister in the future."

Zhang Fan agreed with a smile. "I promise not."

At this moment, he recalled his former son, and after that incident, he became withdrawn, and this discovery made him feel sad.

"It seems that I still haven't handled it well after living for a lifetime."

Jiang Lanqing walked into a simple decoration-style milk tea shop on the street. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Fan standing there and shouted: "Hurry up."

Zhang Fan let out a long sigh and walked in.

After ordering a cup of strawberry-flavored milk tea himself, Jiang Lanqing turned around and asked Zhang Fan, "What are you drinking?"

Zhang Fan ordered a cup of original milk tea.

Jiang Lanqing looked up at the price list, then took off his schoolbag from his back, took out his wallet from the innermost mezzanine, opened the wallet and took out a ten yuan and five yuan from a stack of change and handed it to the clerk, and then put the wallet back to its original place.

After doing all this, I held my schoolbag in my arms and walked to an empty seat by the window and sat down.

Zhang Fan was silent after sitting down opposite Jiang Lanqing. He found that his way of dealing with this matter was still quite naive.

Jiang Lanqing looked at Zhang Fan's depressed look and knew why he became like this.

So he kicked him again and said with a smile: "Actually, I didn't have friends at school, and occasionally I would encounter all kinds of unhappy things, but since that day, these things have basically disappeared."

"Oh." Zhang Fan responded softly and began to remain silent again.

Looking up at the window, the sky was covered with light red gauze.

Jiang Lanqing also discovered this, took out his cell phone from his schoolbag on the table and took a look at the time, and then said to Zhang Fan: "Let's go back after drinking milk tea!"

"Yes." Zhang Fan nodded.
To be continued...