He Dingxi ignored Ning Jue's broken mouth that couldn't spit out ivory, and his eyes slid lightly across Ning Jue's face. His thumb came to Ning Jue's eyes, carefully wiping away his tears.

Ning Jue was forced to stare into He Dingxi's eyes. He had never hated He Dingxi's eyes as much as he did now, because no matter what he focused on, even if it was a dog, he seemed extremely affectionate.

"Don't cry, darling." He Dingxi wiped away the tears on Ning Jue's face and put his fingers on his face for a moment, then said softly, "Pay attention to your personality."

Ning Jue saw that He Dingxi did not speak, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly fell into a kind of ambiguous ambiguity.

After a while, Ning Jue slapped He Ding's hand away with a slap, and promptly dispelled the tangle in the air: "Get up, don't bother me with these tricks to coax little girls."

"Speak well." The action just now was purely a momentary brainstorm, and He Dingxi was also a little embarrassed at the moment. He let go of his hand, leaned back, leaned Erlang's legs on the back of the chair, and began to change the subject familiarly: "Yesterday I asked you to wait for me, why did you leave in a blink of an eye?"

Speaking of what happened yesterday, Ning Jue gave He Dingxi a sullen look, and there was a needle hidden in his words: "Do you have any ideas, you can let them go now."

He Dingxi has traveled all over Fangcong, with first-class technical means, but sometimes he is very simple. When he wants to express comfort, he doesn't have too many tricks, he just piles up in front of others the things he thinks are delicious and fun.

So He Dingxi suddenly got up and said, "I just want to treat you to a meal, and thank you for your life-saving grace some time ago."

"Oh?" Ning Jue rarely got some interest and asked, "Why, do you still want to make a big vote before finishing the career?"

The corner of He Dingxi's mouth twitched, and he scolded Ning Jue for this unconscionable thing eight times in his heart, but he still said, "Yes, it depends on whether Teacher Ning Jue is willing to cooperate."

"It's easy to say." Ning Jue's appearance has returned to normal, as if the weakness not long ago was really just his performance to match the promotion of the crew. He stood up, smiled at He Dingxi and said, "You are satisfied."

Chapter 16

There is an inconspicuous restaurant in the north of this small northwest town. The dark green tiled walls of the 1980s and the cream-colored glass windows are full of fireworks.

Parking the car at the door of the store, Xiaoye looked around the surroundings and asked uncertainly, "Brother Ning, are you sure this is here?"

Ning Jue looked at the busy proprietress in the store, opened the door and got out of the car, and said to Xiao Ye, "Go back first."

When Ning Jue walked into the shop alone, He Dingxi had been waiting for a long time.

"Come here?" He Dingxi greeted Ning Jue, "Come and sit down."

Ning Jue put down the heavy door curtain, looked around the small cubicle in confusion, came to the table and asked, "Why are you the only one, and the others?"

"With me as the company of a powerful little boy, aren't you enough face?" He Dingxi stood up, and skillfully put all the cups, dishes, and chopsticks on the table into a stainless steel basin to rinse, and then a big hat was buckled. He came over and said, "Mr. Ning Jue is very flamboyant."

Ning Jue noticed that there were several unseen drinks on the table, as well as a variety of snacks, obviously not what this small shop served.

So he asked He Dingxi, "What are these?"

"I just went to queue to buy it." He Dingxi peeled off a plastic bag and pushed it in front of Ning Jue: "They are all famous local snacks, try them."

He Dingxi lined up with the aunts and aunts in front of the stall, which was a bit unimaginable in Ning Jue's view. At this time, the proprietress rushed in with a hot copper pot. She neatly put the copper pot on the table, chatted with He Dingxi in a loud voice, and entered the back kitchen like a breeze.

"You and the proprietress are old acquaintances?" Ning Jue took off his coat and hung it aside, and came to sit at the table.

He Dingxi did not answer Ning Jue's question, but said, "My adolescence came relatively late, and I started to rebel in my third year of college." After speaking, he poured a plate full of sheep and scorpions on the table into the steaming hot air. In the copper pot, I stirred it with public chopsticks: "That year, I pushed the TV series that I signed a long time ago, and I walked around for three months by myself, causing the brokerage company to lose a lot of money."

Ning Jue lowered her eyes and stared at the movements of He Dingxi's hands, and said with a smile, "How confused were you back then, and no one recognized you along the way?"

"I don't have such a big face." He Dingxi glanced at Ning Jue and added a few slices of white radish to the pot: "Besides this northwestern border, who knows who you are."

After Ning Jue heard it, he asked with great interest, "What about later?"

"Then one day I had a whim and wanted to stay here for a while." He Dingxi put a piece of boiled mutton into Ning Jue's bowl: "So I took the bus to the grotto during the day to sketch, and came to the boss's every night. Help in the store."

"I didn't expect you to be quite romantic before." Ning Yan ate a sip of He Dingxi's hot lamb without politely. The lamb was sweet and sweet, and it was just right.

"But the boss doesn't know what I do." He Dingxi opened two bottles of local beer on the table in hand, and then said, "I think I just go to work in a big city."

Ning Yan picked up the bottle and He Dingxi touched it gently, took a sip of his head, and asked, "Is it your low tide during that time?"

"Of course not." He Dingxi used chopsticks to sandwich a soaked ear oil cake from the bag to the bowl in front of Ningyu. "When I was really low tide, I could only chat with fans on Weibo every day. day."

Hearing that He Dingxi said so, Ning Yan pursed the corner of his lips slightly, and the expression on his face was blurred in the water vapor.

"Later." He Dingxi said with some ridicule: "Later, the fans turned to the marketing number of the content of our chat."

At that time, He Dingxi entered the industry for many years, and he would not be able to push his heart to anyone. Perhaps the fan appeared at the right time, or for other reasons. In short, this person who had never met the noodles was inexplicably in exchange for He Dingxi's trust.