Chapter 98: , Someone from

Since ancient times, there have only been wrong names, never wrong nicknames.

The reason why Que Xinyan is Que Xinyan is that he often speaks and does things without using his brain.

This is not, Li Heng was about to remind him, but this idiot had already blurted out his heart:

"Right, in my heart, Song Yu is indeed the most beautiful in our school."

Seeing Li Heng, Xiao Feng, and Yang Yingwen cast their gazes on himself, Zhang Zhiyong finally realized what he had said wrong, and hurriedly grabbed a rescue sentence: "Xiao Han is also equally beautiful."

Having obtained the desired answer, Li Lan observed this younger brother meaningfully.

Before, she thought that the group of people suddenly became silent because of her appearance. Could it be that she had a fierce face?

Or were these people tacitly hiding something?

What could they hide?

When her gaze swept across Xiao Han, Li Lan's heart moved, so she had the previous probe?

However, who is Li Heng? Is he someone she can control, an old oil stick who has been through many battles?

Only to see him reach out and take a small bag of five-spice melon seeds from his second sister's pocket, and then say to Yang Yingwen in the front row: "Old rag, let's change seats."

"Oh, okay, who are you calling old rag?" Yang Yingwen's reaction was flat at first, but later intense.

Just like Que Xinyan, calling her old rag in private had become a habit, but calling it in public immediately became sharp.

Li Heng smiled, "Don't react so big, there are no outsiders, we are all our own people."

Saying that, he stood up and, under the gaze of his second sister, Zhang Zhiyong, and Xiao Feng, changed seats with Yang Yingwen and sat beside Xiao Han.

Li Lan narrowed her eyes and stared at her younger brother seriously.

Seeing honey not playing cards according to the routine and sitting beside her, for a moment, Xiao Han was tighter than ever before. With her sweetheart's sister there, how embarrassing it was to be so ambiguous.

She, who had no psychological preparation, felt like she was going to suffocate.

However, when Li Heng fed the peeled melon seed kernels to her mouth, Xiao Han was stunned for a moment, and then her tight body was instantly replaced by a pure joy.

Gazing at the melon seed kernels at the corner of his mouth, she, who was blushing, finally followed someone's meaning, opened her vermilion lips, and ate the melon seed kernels into her mouth slowly.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Zhiyong almost couldn't help but let out a strange cry: Damn! Damn! Master Heng, you really know how to play!

Xiao Feng and Yang Yingwen looked at each other, equally surprised, and then the two women looked at Li Lan at the same time.

The result was not unexpected, Li Lan's degree of surprise was greater than everyone else's. She looked at her younger brother and Xiao Han blankly, the rich expressions on her face disappeared, and at this moment, she was like petrification.

She had two thoughts in her mind at this moment:

Such a beautiful girl, how did he take her down?

Is this world crazy? Didn't Xiao Han from the front town hear the scandal between her younger brother and Chen Zijin?

The melon seed kernels in the front row were still being fed, one by Li Heng, one by Xiao Han, and Li Heng ate one himself, and Xiao Han ate one.

Feeding no one else along the way, feeding Xiao Han from shy to numb, and from numb to shy.

Later, as the gasoline smell in the car increased, Yang Yingwen and Zhang Zhiyong both started to have varying degrees of carsickness, and Li Heng was also a little bit, so he put the remaining few melon seeds into Xiao Han's hand: "You peel them yourself, I'll nap for a while."

"Are you carsick?" Xiao Han asked with concern.

"Hmm."

"Is it serious?"

"It's okay, according to experience, I'll be fine if I sleep for a while."

Hearing this, Xiao Han said: "Then sleep peacefully, call me when you arrive."

"Hmm."

After humming again, Li Heng, who didn't sleep well last night, slowly closed his eyes and really fell asleep.

At first, he was sleeping against the back of the chair, but as the car moved forward, his body gradually tilted. When the car reached Liudouzhai, his whole head had unknowingly hung on Xiao Han's right shoulder.

Seeing this, Xiao Han couldn't laugh or cry and adjusted her sitting posture, lowered her right shoulder slightly, and then noticed that the sunlight outside was too dazzling, so she used her palm to gently cover his eyes, letting him sleep peacefully.

After doing all this, she felt that there were several pairs of eyes staring at her tightly from behind.

But Xiao Han pretended not to know, and after taking a deep breath of cold air, she deliberately turned her gaze outside the car, letting her gaze follow her happy mood in the vast wilderness and run wild.

As if a voice was echoing between the mountains: Mr. Li, I love you! Do you love me too?

Books all say that love makes people dizzy. At this moment, she deeply realized it again.

Therefore, she was unwilling to wake up, preferring to indulge in this boundless happiness until death.

Because she was afraid that once she woke up, she would be ashamed to face the elders, and would be killed by the gazes of his second sister and several good friends!

Li Lan was proud at first, but now she felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly.

Didn't she just indirectly fulfill this kid?

Your sister is still single, and you are like cutting leeks, changing one after another. The gap is too big, so big that she couldn't accept it for a while.

The beautiful mood was gone, and the melon seeds were not fragrant. Li Lan took back the half-bag of melon seeds she hadn't finished eating into her pocket, and couldn't help but ask the Zhang Zhiyong beside her in a low voice: "When did the two get together?"

Yang Yingwen told the truth: "Such an intimate move, today is the first time."

After listening, Li Lan was even more depressed.

Passing through the county town, the car entered Shaoshi after another hour or so. Before arriving at the station, Li Lan shouted to the front:

"Master, step on it, someone is getting off!"

With a "brake" sound, the car stopped.

The driver seemed to know Li Lan and asked a few more words, "Sister, you always enter the station before, why get off early today?"

Li Lan did this for Xiao Han's sake, but she naturally wouldn't say it, and lied casually: "My classmate is nearby, going to the classmate's house."

Sure enough, as soon as Li Lan got off the car, Xiao Han's calm face was greeted with a sense of relief. Because it was too hasty, she didn't know how to face his family.

Girlfriend?

She felt that something was still missing, and she hadn't satisfied her longing yet.

She had fantasized about this status for five or six years. If she followed him in such a muddle now, she would naturally be unwilling and disappointed.

Ordinary friends?

Of course not, there is no ordinary friend who is so rascal.

After driving for another ten minutes, the car finally entered the bus station.

As soon as he got off the car, Que Xinyan hurriedly bought a pile of soda from the grocery store next to him with heavy money, and handed a bottle to Xiao Han:

"Xiao Han, I, I apologize to you."

Xiao Han smiled tolerantly, took the soda and thanked her, and then said crisply: "It's time to return to the soul, don't be afraid, I won't ask you 'who is more beautiful between me and Song Yu'."

Zhang Zhiyong felt relieved, "That's good, that's good, otherwise I'll be killed by Master Heng later."

Xiao Han asked with a small dimple: "Is he that fierce?"

Zhang Zhiyong was rarely smart once: "Not fierce, but you are too important to him."

"Is that so? Then who is more beautiful between me and Song Yu?" Xiao Han asked with curved eyebrows.

"Uh... damn!" Zhang Zhiyong was embarrassed and fled in a panic. This question is not easy to answer, it is wrong to answer anything.

Que Xinyan ran away, don't know where he ran?

Li Heng and the others waited for a while, and after waiting for no patience, the four of them simply returned to school directly.

On the way, he said to Xiao Han, "You worked hard today, does your shoulder hurt?"

Xiao Han waved her hand: "It's okay."

Li Heng said: "Really okay?"

Xiao Han waved her hand again: "It's okay, it's okay, really."

Li Heng said: "Then I'm relieved, I'll continue to sleep on you next time."

"Ah?"

Xiao Han was a bit helpless, but still smiled: "Actually, it hurts a bit, but it's okay, my skin is thick, let's go, back to school."

Li Heng is not stupid, instantly understood that she was implying that his face was thick, "Thick skin, are you implying that my face is thick?"

Xiao Han lowered her head and walked past him without answering, the smile on the corner of her mouth slowly outlined, cunning and gentle, her eyes full of honey.

When passing through the city center, the three women suddenly changed their minds and said they were going to buy women's underwear and wouldn't let him follow, so Li Heng had to give up the idea of eating together.

However, he wasn't idle either. Walking along the street, he looked for a grocery store. After searching four or five stores, he finally found the dried plums that Song Yu loved to eat.

Last time he got the scholarship, Sun Manning wrote on the notebook that she wanted to eat braised pork, Mai Sui wanted soda, and she wrote dried plums.

Soda and braised pork had long been fulfilled, but there was no time to buy dried plums.

"Boss, how much is this big bag of dried plums?"

"5 mao."

"Give me two bags."

"Here."

Putting the two bags of dried plums into his schoolbag, Li Heng didn't take the bus again, but chose to take a small path and detour past the back door of Shao Yang Teachers College to No. 1 Middle School.

When he walked to the school gate in half an hour, he happened to meet the English teacher eating egg fried rice, and the latter also saw him, and immediately reached out and shouted:

"Li Heng, come over and eat together."

After a long car ride and walking for half an hour, he happened to be a bit hungry, so he ran over and asked: "Teacher, are you treating?"

The English teacher shook her hair, smiled, and handed the half-eaten plate to him.

Li Heng retreated two steps in disgust, sat on the stool next to him and said: "Boss, give me a portion of egg fried rice, add chili!"

"Okay, please wait a moment."

Putting his schoolbag on the empty stool, Li Heng asked: "Teacher, why don't you cook by yourself, and run out to waste money again?"

The English teacher scooped a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it before opening her mouth: "I have money."

Look at how this question is answered, Li Heng can only admire.

Seeing him choked and speechless, the English teacher asked: "Did you come alone?"

Li Heng replied: "No."

The English teacher said: "Editor Zou from "Harvest" magazine called this morning to look for you, you call back later."

Li Heng asked: "Do you know what it is?"

The English teacher didn't even lift her head, and said coolly: "This is your business, I didn't ask."

Not long after, his egg fried rice came. Li Heng stopped talking to her and lowered his head to eat.

"Good afternoon, both of you, may I ask if this is Shaoshi No. 1 Middle School?"

Just as the two were eating quietly, an elegant woman in a white shirt and red-framed glasses in her 30s walked over and asked for directions.

The English teacher looked up, and because there was rice in her mouth, she didn't speak, but pointed to the gold-plated characters at the gate of No. 1 Middle School with the tip of her chopsticks.

The white shirt smiled awkwardly. The characters "Shaoshi No. 1 Middle School" were so big and eye-catching that she had seen them long ago.

Just now she asked for directions as an excuse to chat. Her eyes flowed over the two of them, and after pondering, she asked: "Can I sit down?"

The English teacher nodded with a smile.

Getting permission, the white shirt sat in the last empty seat at this table and also ordered a portion of egg fried rice: "Boss, give me a portion of fried rice."

Seeing that Li Heng's fried rice was full of red chili, this lady specifically added: "Don't put chili."

The boss asked strangely: "Meituo, why don't you put chili?"

The boss spoke a local dialect, and the speed was very fast. The white shirt didn't understand for a while, and looked at the two for help in confusion.

Li Heng translated: "The boss said, it's not delicious without chili."

The white shirt smiled in standard Mandarin: "It's okay, you stir-fry as usual, just don't put chili." 【98-119

The boss took a few extra looks at this outsider and began to stir-fry.

Before long, the new egg-fried rice noodles were ready, but the man in the white shirt had only taken one bite before he hurriedly turned his head to the side and began to cough violently.

After coughing for a long time, his originally fair and clean face turned flushed.

"There's no chili in it, so why is it still spicy?" the man in the white shirt asked.

Wang Runwen explained, "The wok and spatula have been dealing with chili peppers for years, so they might carry some spice."

Gazing at the plate of golden-orange fried rice, the man in the white shirt intended to try another bite, but as soon as he smelled the spicy scent, he lost his courage. After a long while, he put down his chopsticks and tentatively asked Wang Runwen:

"Excuse me, are you a teacher at the First High School?"

Wang Runwen and Li Heng looked at him in unison.

The man in the white shirt took his work ID out of his bag. "Don't misunderstand, both of you. I am an editor for the literary magazine *October*. I apologize for the abrupt intrusion today; I wanted to inquire about some information from you both."

In truth, the reason he came to ask Wang Runwen and Li Heng was that their unique temperaments had attracted him.

Especially Wang Runwen, who also wore glasses and looked every bit like a teacher.

Hearing the name of *October* magazine, Li Heng had an idea in his mind. He figured the person was here looking for him, but he just didn't know how the other party found out he was at the First High School.

Could it be that an editor inside *Harvest* magazine had leaked the information?

Actually, if one were determined, other editors at *Harvest* magazine could indeed trace the tracks of Zou Ping's two trips to Shaoshi First High School.

Wang Runwen had the same suspicion. After glancing at Li Heng, he took the initiative to pick up the conversation: "What information?"

The man in the white shirt asked, "Do you two know if the author 'December' of the novel *To Live* is from Shaoshi?"

This was no secret, so Wang Runwen nodded.

The man in the white shirt asked again, "It is said that December is teaching at the First High School. I came this time to solicit a manuscript from him. Do you know which teacher he is?"

Seeing that Li Heng and Wang Runwen remained silent, the man in the white shirt appropriately added a sweetener, "If you two can tell me, I will certainly reward you handsomely."

Wang Runwen shook his head. "As for that, it seems no teacher at the First High School has published a novel—at least I haven't heard of it. There are a few teachers who have published articles in provincial or city newspapers, but they don't have much influence."

The man in the white shirt was puzzled. After a while, he asked, "May I ask how many years you have been teaching here, teacher?"

Wang Runwen replied, "This year is my sixth year."

Teaching for six years?

Logically speaking, he should be very familiar with everything in the school by now; how could he not have heard of it?

Could the information he spent a high price to buy be wrong? The man in the white shirt began to doubt.

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