There were six or seven stinky men sitting at the table next to her, still trying to persuade each other to drink and talk, hugging each other and calling each other brothers.
In principle, she couldn't chase away the customers, and she couldn't explain why to a drunkard. Forcibly closing the stall could easily cause trouble. There had been precedents before, so the waiter could only remind her politely, and then she would have to wait.
It wasn't until half past eleven that the guest finally left drunk.
Ji Fanling and Lu Yan quickly collected the bills and cleaned the table and toilet.
The glass door was locked, leaving only the cold white light of three strings of food stall plaques. The empty streets were cold and windy in the night at the end of December, with fine rain-like snow falling in the air.
Lu Yan's rental house was nearby, and he said goodbye to her after walking a few steps and left.
Ji Fanling's hands after washing the rag were as cold as ice cubes. They were shrunk in the pockets of her down jacket. Her feet hurt terribly after standing all day. She felt irritated and bored thinking about having to walk a long way to catch the bus because of a few drunkards. .
She lowered her hood and just took two steps when she saw a black car quietly cutting through the night with double flashes from the corner of her eye, driving slowly along the roadside.
In a flash of lightning, Ji Fanling thought of Fu Yingcheng.
Then I thought it was ridiculous.
I really got into a bad habit, thinking about Fu Yingcheng's car whenever I couldn't walk.
Ji Fanling tightened her collar and walked forward against the wind without squinting when she suddenly heard the whistle of a black car.
Ji Fanling turned around and saw the cab window rolled down.
The wind was thick and strong at night, and accompanied by the sound of accelerating heartbeats, the outline of the man's brows and eyes were coldly reflected.
There was a moment.
Ji Fanling thought she was confused.
Fu Yingcheng looked at the road and put one hand on the steering wheel.
Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, he turned his head impatiently and tapped it with his flexed fingertips, seeming a little impatient:
"...You have ridden in it so many times and you still don't recognize my car?"
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Ji Fanling After reacting, he quickly walked around to the co-pilot and got into the car: "Why are you here?"
Fu Yingcheng looked intently: "Can I come to pick you up?"
That must not be possible.
"Still working at this point?" Ji Fanling reached out to cover the air outlet and felt much warmer. "Are you eating here too?"
"No, we just finished the MDCloud37 batch test at the base," Fu Yingcheng said, "Although It has been approved by NMPA early, but if it is launched in Europe, a series of minor adjustments must be made based on the MDR. Spectral diagnostic and therapeutic devices such as the quantum platform have not been significantly adjusted, but the Bio-Robot 3.0 and ASYSM series are based on the data architecture established by Chinese patients. Applications overseas are prone to problems in perception and decision-making. "
Time is tight, I need to keep an eye on it recently."
Ji Fanling: "..."
Who is a good person who speaks in English.
"Don't you understand?"
Fu Yingcheng glanced at her and saw that she believed it and had fooled her. He twitched the corner of his lips and said, "Then you still ask."
Ji Fanling: "..." Okay Okay, I'm so talkative, I shouldn't ask.
The phone lights up.
Ji Fanling looked down and found that Cheng Jiali had sent her a friend request on WeChat again.
Note: It's me, Cheng Jiali.
…Who doesn't know that you are Cheng Jiali.
Ji Fanling turned off her phone.
As soon as the car was quiet, she felt sleepy, fell asleep within a few minutes, and even had a dream.
Maybe it's because I just saw Cheng Jiali's friend application, and the dream happened in high school.
At that time, Cheng Jiali had already told her that he liked her. He often came to Class 37 with his guitar on his back during class to look for her, and said, "Fan Ling, I dreamed of you last night."
Ji Fanling said without raising his eyes, "Dream" Until I beat you up? I can make your dream come true."
"What?" Cheng Jiali smiled, sitting on the handrail of the stairs and adjusting the tuners on the guitar head, "I dreamed of you singing to me. This is it."
The young man raised his hand to pluck the strings and sang while playing at the entrance of the crowded stairs. His clear voice attracted many girls to watch.
Ji Fanling wondered if she was not interested in romance. In short, she neither liked listening to songs nor being the focus of the crowd. She lowered the brim of her hat, lowered her head, and rubbed her toes back and forth, hoping that he would finish singing quickly.
The reason why she didn't run away was because Cheng Jiali would say every time after singing: "I didn't write this song, it was sung to me by the mortal spirits in my dreams."
All the students around him made strange noises. Heckle.
Cheng Jiali held the guitar and looked at her with foxy eyes:
"——What artist doesn't love his muse."
...
Ji Fanling simply liked that moment.
There was a moment when she felt that people like herself were useful.
*
In the week after that, Fu Yingcheng probably went to the laboratory often, and he always came home at 11 or 12 o'clock like her.
Another time, Ji Fanling missed the last train and suddenly wanted to see if she could wait for Fu Yingcheng. However, after waiting for less than five minutes, she did wait.
At dusk on Thursday, the setting sun casts a warm beam of light, the scent of cumin and chili fills the air, and the food stalls gradually begin to serve customers.
Ji Fanling was holding a hot water bottle to pour water for the guests when he suddenly felt his cell phone vibrating in his apron.
She thought it was Fu Yingcheng's call and quickly ran to the side to answer it: "Hello?"
"It's me." The man's voice smiled.
"Cheng Jiali?" Ji Fanling was confused.
"Didn't you see my friend application?"
"Yes," Ji Fanling held her phone under her shoulder, "But I don't add everyone."
"Who am I?" Cheng Jiali chuckled, "Also Are you a kind person who wants to treat you to dinner?"
Ji Fanling said nothing.
Cheng Jiali smiled again: "I have something urgent to call you. Where are you now?"
"What's the matter?"
"I couldn't explain it on the phone. It's really urgent," Cheng Jiali said, "What are you afraid of when we meet in person? I Can I still eat you?"