Chapter 261: , identity exposed (Seeking guaranteed monthly votes!)

Pork blood balls are simple if you say they are simple; for those who love to eat them, no matter how they are cooked, even if just boiled, they like them.

But if you want to conquer the stomachs of outsiders, you really have to put in some effort.

For example, pan-frying; it's best to be slightly yellow, and the thickness of the slices is also particular. Too thin and it lacks texture, too thick and some people aren't used to it; appropriate is best.

After doing this, then remove the pitch-black skin, stir-fry with plenty of fresh garlic sprouts and green and red peppers; if you add a few pieces of pork belly, the flavor layers will be even richer.

"So fragrant!" Ye Ning drooled as she smelled it.

Li Heng gave her a pair of chopsticks: "Comrade Ye Ning, help me carry the plate out; I specially approve you to steal three pieces."

"Hee hee." Ye Ning took the chopsticks with a sneaky look, carried the pork blood balls out.

A moment later, Li Heng asked Mai Sui beside him, "Did you learn it?"

Mai Sui said a bit embarrassedly: "It's too complicated."

"Oh my! Wanting to eat Mai's cooking in four years of university, I guess it's hard to count on it."

Li Heng sighed and turned to Zhou Shihe, "You must have learned it at a glance, right?"

Zhou Shihe glanced at her best friend, smiled knowingly, and didn't expose her.

Li Heng's cooking method was basically "Jianghu cuisine," very wild, so it smelled extra fragrant and looked very appetizing.

Actually, it wasn't that he didn't know the authentic method, but he understood that people from families like Professor Yu and Zhou Shihe probably weren't interested in authentic methods; wild-style dishes could better cater to their freshness.

Jianghu cuisine had a characteristic: cooking was generally faster.

Look, in less than 40 minutes, 6 dishes filled the table, and the 5 people sat around eating very carefully.

During this time, Ye Ning, who was eating heartily, muttered and asked: "Li Heng, do you accept a younger sister?"

Li Heng didn't react, "What younger sister?"

Ye Ning pointed at herself with the tip of her chopsticks, "It's me being your younger sister."

"Brother and sister of different surnames?"

"Yes."

Li Heng looked up: "I heard from Senior Ye that you have been corresponding with a boy from high school, and you want to recognize me as a brother?"

Ye Ning bit the tip of her chopsticks: "I correspond with other boys, so I can't recognize you as a brother? What kind of logic is this?"

Li Heng asked her: "What does that boy look like?"

Ye Ning replied: "It's okay."

Li Heng pressed: "What level is 'okay'?"

Ye Ning sized him up from top to bottom, "Not as good-looking as you."

Li Heng joked: "Ah? Not even as good as me? Student Ye Ning, what kind of vision is this?"

Ye Ning pointed at him with her chopsticks, very angry: "No!!! Li Heng, don't you have a count in your heart of how good-looking you are?

Don't you know how our girls' dormitory discusses you behind your back? Saying you are the most handsome boy in our management school, maybe even the best-looking boy in our Fudan."

Li Heng refused very simply: "Then I can't be your brother even more. I'm born so well; if he sees you and me interacting closely, I'm afraid he'll come to school and stab me."

Ye Ning was confused: "Can a man be so stingy?"

Li Heng said: "This isn't a question of being stingy. Then I ask you, if this boy interacts frequently with a girl prettier than you at school, will you be jealous?"

Ye Ning thought for a moment, "Jealous."

Li Heng rolled his eyes, "That's it! You have an ambiguous object; the benefit of being your brother is too low. No!"

Ye Ning stared, speechless!

Mai Sui, Zhou Shihe, and Professor Yu had been listening to the two's conversation on the side, and seeing Ye Ning's frustrated look, they all couldn't help but laugh.

After the meal, the rain outside finally stopped. Li Heng, who had been stifled at home for a day, took the opportunity to digest his food and went out for a stroll as usual.

Before leaving, he asked the three girls: "Three beautiful girls, are you coming together?"

Ye Ning had just been rejected, twisted her mouth, and ignored him.

Zhou Shihe looked at Mai Sui and didn't make a sound.

Mai Sui said: "We've discussed it; we'll knit gloves together tonight, you go by yourself."

"That's fine, I'm leaving." He didn't call Professor Yu.

Because Chen Siya and a female teacher had come over, they had guests.

Humming a little tune, he walked out of Lushan Village. Li Heng hesitated for a few seconds at a crossroads, then turned toward outside the school, wanting to see how Zhang Bing's roasted sweet potato stall was doing.

It was a coincidence; he met several familiar faces along the way, mostly from the management school, both men and women.

Look, before even reaching the school gate, he met acquaintances again, Wei Xiaozhu and a female classmate. The female classmate was a new face, seeing her for the first time.

"Li Heng, are you going to eat dinner?" Wei Xiaozhu greeted first.

Li Heng shook his head, "I've eaten, coming out for a walk, what about you?"

Wei Xiaozhu said: "We're going outside to improve our food."

After a simple chat, he learned that the new female classmate was her fellow villager, studying at the neighboring Tongji University, and the two girls were inseparable friends during junior high and high school.

Leaving the school gate, crossing the road, Li Heng pointed to the popular roasted sweet potato stall, "I'll go see Old Zhang, I won't accompany you."

"Okay."

After he walked far away, the fellow villager couldn't help but ask: "This Li Heng is so handsome, does he have a girlfriend?"

Wei Xiaozhu looked at Li Heng's back, "People like him won't lack a girlfriend."

The fellow villager asked: "How do you say that? Is he very popular in your school?"

Wei Xiaozhu said: "Not just popular."

The fellow villager asked: "How did you get to know him?"

Wei Xiaozhu briefly told the story of the friendship between the 325 and 107 dormitories.

Hearing this, the fellow villager looked back at Li Heng: "Dormitory friendship, can you bring me along next time you have a friendship activity?"

Wei Xiaozhu was a little surprised, "You didn't fall for him at first sight, did you?"

The fellow villager said: "That's not it, I just like meeting handsome guys. Especially this kind of big handsome guy."

Wei Xiaozhu was dumbfounded, "I advise you to dispel this thought; two in our dormitory have already fallen for him, it's very bitter."

The fellow villager asked: "I know everyone in your dormitory, which two?"

Wei Xiaozhu pondered for a few seconds, but still said: "Dai Qing and Yanyan."

This time it was the fellow villager's turn to be surprised, "Dai Qing's looks are bitter?"

Wei Xiaozhu nodded, not answering in depth. Actually, dormitory 107 often discussed Li Heng and Hu Ping, after all, they were both big handsome guys.

It's just that Li Heng completely won over Hu Ping in talent, and even more so in temperament, so he had higher attention.

According to the analysis of the little sisters in the dormitory: if you want to successfully attract Li Heng's key attention based on appearance, the girl's looks must be at the "Little King" level.

What level is "Little King"? It's already a very heaven-defying level, okay? In society, which one isn't one in ten thousand? Which one isn't self-centered and arrogant?

Don't think there are three in this year's Fudan freshman class, but that's the best level in history. Don't you see that so many seniors in sophomore, junior, and senior years only managed to produce one Ye Zhanyan?

"Heartless" and "Yangcheng" said that "Little King" is definitely No. 1 in their school, the very top of the pyramid.

Zhang Haiyan also said that at Shanghai Medical University, except for Xiao Han, there's a gap; no girl can compare to "Little King."

Dai Qing, such a beautiful girl, couldn't get Li Heng's favor; after the fellow villager was surprised, she immediately felt a bit discouraged, turned her head and asked: "Then how does his girlfriend compare to you? Could she be prettier than you?"

Wei Xiaozhu's pure and lovely temperament was simply a dragon-slaying sword for adolescent boys; few could be immune to it, and she was almost deified by boys in their high school. Therefore, the fellow villager instinctively thought that her best friend's status at Fudan was the same as in high school, and no one could shake her in terms of beauty!

People at the "Little King" level, even if they think Xiao Han is particularly beautiful, won't bow down; they have their own pride.

Wei Xiaozhu pondered for a while and worded it: "I've seen the real person, very beautiful."

The fellow villager gossiped very spiritedly: "If you were asked to dig the wall corner, could you dig it down?"

If it were someone else, Wei Xiaozhu wouldn't answer such a question, but the two had been very compatible since junior high, and their relationship over the years was even closer than biological sisters, so she didn't want to neglect her: "Difficult."

The fellow villager's eyes widened to the sky, "God! Even you think it's difficult?"

"Mm, they've known each other since junior high, for many years, with deep feelings. I guess no one can dig the wall corner." When Wei Xiaozhu said this, a figure appeared in her mind: Mai Sui.

How does the saying go: the authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear. The person who understands you best in the world is often your enemy, your competitor, your fellow traveler.

As a "Little King," as an excellent woman, Wei Xiaozhu once had a thought: Mai Sui is so good to Li Heng, is it really pure friendship?

Not necessarily!

Although she couldn't be sure if Mai Sui liked Li Heng, she also felt it wasn't that simple.

At least for her, wanting to revolve around a boy like this, she basically couldn't do it. Unless she was secretly in love with him.

As the weather got colder and colder, roasted sweet potatoes catered to everyone's needs. Especially city people, they loved this bite even more.

The business was too hot, and Li Heng, who had nothing to do, helped entertain more than a dozen customers.

Today, not only Li Guang and Bai Wanying were there, but Hu Ping and Zhou Zhangming also came to help.

Hu Ping asked Li Heng while roasting sweet potatoes: "Old Li, which restaurant did Wei Xiaozhu go to?"

Li Heng shook his head, "Didn't ask in detail. But you can go to every restaurant to find them; they walked toward the east."

Hu Ping gasped, baring his teeth and saying: "Not going to find them, I've been chasing too tiredly recently, resting for a while."

Zhou Zhangming interjected: "Chasing women isn't about striking while the iron is hot? Can you still rest?"

Hu Ping squinted his eyes: "Old Zhou, you're the pot calling the kettle black; you stick to Liu Yanling's butt every day, and I haven't seen you touch the tiger's butt either."

Zhou Zhangming glanced at Li Heng obscurely, "I'm different from you, the situation is special."

Hu Ping slapped his thigh: "Special my ass, it's just putting on airs."

Zhou Zhangming wasn't angry either, "Then can you forget Wei Xiaozhu?"

"Can't forget, I've given her my heart." Hu Ping was a bit frustrated, and a bit dejected.

What was going on with Liu Yanling? After getting along for so long, the people in the two friendship dormitories had guessed it eight or nine out of ten.

Afraid of an awkward scene, Zhang Bing picked the sweetest sweet potato and handed it to Li Heng, "Old Li, try it, this one is absolutely energetic."

Li Heng didn't like eating sweet potatoes; he ate too many when he was little and got sick of them, but receiving Zhang Bing's enthusiastic gaze, he couldn't refuse directly. So he broke off a small piece and stuffed the rest to Hu Ping and Zhou Zhangming.

Seeing the four boys huddled together sharing a sweet potato, Bai Wanying, who was collecting money, found a gap and asked Li Heng:

"Li Heng, can I ask you a question?"

Li Heng had food in his mouth, vaguely saying: "You say."

Bai Wanying sat in her wheelchair and looked up to ask: "Today I heard someone in the girls' dormitory spreading that you are going to the Spring Festival Gala, is it true?"

"Damn! There's such a thing?" Li Heng hadn't spoken yet, Hu Ping had already snatched the words, his face shocked.

Zhou Zhangming and Zhang Bing were the same, looking at Li Heng foolishly, waiting for him to confirm.

It was less than a month before going to the capital for rehearsal; this kind of thing couldn't be hidden for long, Li Heng nodded, "It's not necessarily true, currently just received a notice."

"Damn! Receiving a notice is also awesome!" Zhou Zhangming, who rarely used profanity, couldn't even care about eating the sweet potato, hugged Li Heng and turned around, excitedly saying: "Whoa! Our dormitory is going to have a big celebrity!"

"Sassy! Really sassy! I've decided that the first thing I do when I go home this year is to tell all my relatives that our Old Li is going to the Spring Festival Gala, and remind them to watch it." Hu Ping raised his hand, speaking with justification.

Dormitory relationships in this era, although they couldn't avoid the drama of jealousy, were generally much purer than in later generations.

Hearing such big good news, several people surrounded Li Heng and asked questions for a long time; there were envious expressions on their faces, but more were excitement from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhang Bing sighed: "It's a pity, our family doesn't have a TV."

Zhou Zhangming asked: "Brother Bing, your village doesn't have one either?"

Zhang Bing said: "Our village is in a mountain hollow, more than 20 miles of mountain road to the town, walking takes more than two hours, let alone TV, even electricity isn't connected."

Hu Ping, a Shanghai local, couldn't imagine such a poor scene, and a thunderous question blurted out:

"Then you have to work in the fields during the day, can you see when you have children at night? How do you find the position?"

Li Heng: "."

Zhou Zhangming: "."

Bai Wanying turned her face away and pushed her wheelchair away from the few hooligans.

Zhang Bing was dumbfounded, rolled a leaf cigarette and took a puff, "Old Hu, you often receive love letters and write love letters, I thought you knew everything."

Hu Ping knew he had said the wrong thing, shrank his neck and argued: "I've been gnawing on books for three years in high school, gnawing day and night, no time to touch girls. In university, I've been keeping myself pure for Wei Xiaozhu, where would I know?"

That was true; this era wasn't like the later generations with developed information, and physiological knowledge was basically obtained from books.

Among the Fudan freshmen, it's conservatively estimated that half of the 10 boys don't know how to use women's sanitary napkins?

Zhou Zhangming scanned the surroundings and lowered his voice: "I'm better than you; when I was in junior high, I saw a widow stealing a man in a wheat field with my own eyes."

Li Heng and Zhang Bing looked at each other, damn it, they really wanted to laugh, these funny guys.

After chatting enthusiastically for an hour, the sky had already turned completely dark, and because the north wind was too strong, the students entering and leaving the school gate suddenly decreased by more than half, and the business gradually became deserted.

Seeing this, Li Heng, whose feet were cold, didn't stay long, said goodbye to several people, and ran toward the school gate.

Before separating, Hu Ping reminded: "Old Li, the Student Union has been checking dormitories strictly recently, you should go back to the dormitory to live for a few more nights. We're afraid we can't cover for you."

"No problem, it'll be fine after this week." Li Heng said so.

It was too cold outside, and he almost ran all the way back to Lushan Village.

Passing Building 27, seeing the light from the electric lamp, Li Heng even deliberately stopped by.

However, Zhou Shihe, who opened the door, told him, "Mai Sui isn't here."

Li Heng asked: "Where did she go?"

Zhou Shihe shot him a strange look, then stretched out her finger and pointed to Building 26 next door.

Li Heng glanced behind her, "Just you alone at home?"

Zhou Shihe gave a hum, then added a sentence: "Ningning has something to do, she went to find her cousin."

Li Heng asked with concern in the name of a friend: "Aren't you lonely at home alone? Why don't you go to my place to sit for a while, keep Mai Sui company."

After staring at each other for two seconds, Zhou Shihe didn't act coy and agreed.

She couldn't practice piano at night for fear of disturbing the neighbors, and being a newcomer, staying alone in this old house she wasn't familiar with yet, she was indeed a bit unaccustomed.

Mai Sui was sitting cross-legged on the sofa knitting gloves; seeing Zhou Shihe follow someone up, she immediately stopped her work and asked:

"Shihe, why are you here? I was thinking of going to keep you company in a while."

Li Heng interjected: "I invited her over."

After speaking, he stared at the gloves in her hand and asked: "Doesn't look like girls' gloves, are you knitting them for me?"

Mai Sui subconsciously glanced at Zhou Shihe.

Zhou Shihe smiled and pretended not to see or hear, lowered her head and picked up a book from the tea table, it was the single volume of *To Live*, which Mai Sui had been reading before.

After pondering for a moment, Mai Sui generously handed a finished glove to Li Heng, "You try it, see if the size is appropriate; if it's not right, I can change it."

Li Heng took it, put it on his right hand, turned it around and praised: "Quite comfortable, this wool isn't cheap, right?"

Mai Sui said: "Shihe gave it."

Li Heng was curious: "Student Shihe, you can do this too?"

Zhou Shihe smiled and nodded, "Learned from a friend, thought it was fun."

Li Heng asked Mai Sui: "Can you knit a sweater?"

Mai Sui didn't answer immediately, looking at her best friend with a look for help.

Zhou Shihe lowered her head and flipped through the book, saying concisely: "Yes."

Mai Sui raised her head and asked with a tender smile: "What color do you want?"

Li Heng pointed to the coat on her body, "Light white is not bad."

Mai Sui said: "This color is not dirt-resistant."

Li Heng waved his hand and said smugly: "A graceful young master like me has no fate with dirt; use any color, use it boldly."

After speaking, he looked at his left wrist and found it was almost 8 o'clock, so scared he didn't dare to waste time and went into the study.

After the study door closed, Zhou Shihe spoke again: "You also read *To Live*?"

No wonder she asked this; in dormitory 213, the sisters usually passed around the book *To Live*, but only Mai Sui was indifferent to it, and everyone thought Sui Sui didn't love the books by the writer "December."

Best friend asked, Mai Sui couldn't not answer: "Read it 7 times."

Hearing this, Zhou Shihe looked up, looked at her silently for a while, and asked after a long time: "Heard December is from Shaoshi, do you know him?"

"Mm." Mai Sui nodded.

Zhou Shihe said: "There have been newspaper reports that December is a teacher at Shaoshi No. 1 Middle School, you are also a graduate of No. 1 Middle School, is it true?"

This question stumped Mai Sui; she didn't know whether to lie or be honest?

Lying to her best friend went against her original intention.

But betraying him went against her bottom line.

Seeing the hesitation on her face, Zhou Shihe's clever little mouth pouted slightly, her fingers pinching the page and flipping it, and after a long time, she suddenly opened her mouth: "18 years old, how did he write this book?"

"Ah?" Mai Sui exclaimed directly.

The cunning in Zhou Shihe's eyes flashed and disappeared, and she smiled knowingly: "I wasn't sure at first, aren't you betraying him like this?"

"I!" Mai Sui was speechless.

She instantly understood where the problem was?

It was in her hesitation just now, which clearly didn't fit her style.

However, there were some things that neither of them poked through the window paper, pretending to be confused while knowing the truth. Actually, Zhou Shihe's guess was just a flash of inspiration; before this, she had never thought about this matter.

But her flash of inspiration also had enough reasons to support it:

First, Mai Sui actually read it 7 times, which is unusual.

Second, Mai Sui knows the writer December, but is hesitant, obviously this writer is not only familiar with her, but also someone she cares about particularly.

And how many people can she care about so much? Excluding relatives and parents, the answer is ready to come out.

Third, someone dives into the study whenever they have time, dives into the study whenever they have time, the study is mysterious, full of doubts? It matches the image of a literati very well.

Fourth, according to Mai Sui's usual talk, Li Heng comes from a rural village, his parents are both farming in the old home, his family background is ordinary, but he can live in Building 26 of Lushan Village. It already explains too many things.

Fifth, Zhou Shihe once found several sacks of letters in the corner of Li Heng's study; at that time, she just thought it was strange, like love letters but not love letters, but the relationship hadn't reached the point of walking over and checking at will. Now that she thinks about it, they should be reader letters.

Plus Professor Yu's special care for him...

All of the above are enough to make Zhou Shihe suspect whether Li Heng is the writer December?

But then again, before asking, Zhou Shihe herself felt it was too absurd, the probability wasn't high.

But the best friend's reaction directly turned the low-probability event into a 100% event.

Holding the single volume of *To Live* tightly with both hands, Zhou Shihe was far from calm on the surface, her heart was digesting this shocking message.

A full minute and a half passed before Zhou Shihe woke up from the shock and looked at her best friend.

Seeing this, Mai Sui simply stopped covering up and said depressingly: "While I'm stupid now, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask."

Zhou Shihe smiled gently, glanced at the direction of the study, closed the book in her hand, and confirmed: "Is this *To Live* really written by him?"

Mai Sui replied: "It's him."

Guessing is guessing, but once the guess becomes reality, the impact is still not less than just now, and Zhou Shihe fell into silence for a while.

Seeing her best friend like this, Mai Sui recalled: "Actually, when I first learned of his writer identity, I couldn't figure it out more than you.

Instead, it was my friend who accepted it quickly; she even enlightened me with the example of *Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng*."

Zhou Shihe asked warmly: "When did you know?"

Mai Sui said: "On the eve of the college entrance examination."

Zhou Shihe asked: "You two are so close, how long has it been?"

When she said this, she paused in the middle.

Just this pause made Mai Sui say unnaturally: "The relationship in high school was also very good, and it's closer in university."

This was vague, but Zhou Shihe automatically filled in the whole process, "Xiao Han is his first love?"

Mai Sui instinctively wanted to answer, but later said helplessly: "Don't ask me about his emotional affairs; I promised him I wouldn't interfere in his private feelings."

Zhou Shihe looked at her best friend fixedly, looking surprised.

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