Chapter 118： (1/2)

The two chatted, the topic was no longer limited to the small details of running an inn, and often diverged.

Going deeper, Zheng Feiyu explained some economic knowledge to He An. Going further, he talked about a few cases that happened in Jiusheng. It was real and interesting. He knows more, talks calmly, and is patient enough. He An listens with interest, turning his large notebook into four or five pages.

Since leaving Yuanda, He An has never experienced the feeling of acquiring a lot of knowledge in a short time. Compared to a person scouring the sand in the sea of ​​books, it is undoubtedly more comfortable to lead the way.

Moreover, the person who taught him was Zheng Feiyu.

He An is immersed in it, those painful memories breeding in love are quietly disappeared in the conversation, as if he is still a vast ordinary student, and Zheng Feiyu is still the Alpha sitting on the platform of the school lecture hall many years ago. ——I need to go to the line early in the morning with my student ID, anxiously holding my toes and counting the densely crowded heads in front of me. I can get a ticket for a long time, and I can squeeze into the aisle nowhere to see Mr. Alpha.

He An never told anyone that it was the happiest day of his short college career.

Now, he coincidentally achieved his wish that year: sitting close to Zheng Feiyu, face to face, he asked his academic doubts, and Zheng Feiyu gave a good answer.

Do not talk about love, do not talk about love, only discuss the most rational and objective content.

Even in his youthful Huaichun dream, he did not dare to expect the favor of Zheng Feiyu. He only dared to think of this step, and then approached like a thin ice and stopped outside the red line.

Zheng Feiyu and him are exactly the opposite. The drunkard's meaning is not wine. Behind every sentence of the Eight Classics is calculating how many points can be added to himself. Everyone's decent expression is telling the way to love in the future. Laying bricks. Seeing He Dian's dazzling vitality in his eyes, he felt that it wouldn't be long before he could carry people home.

Gradually, He An showed tiredness on his face, and his reaction was far less enthusiastic than at first.

Sometimes the words are being written, the fingers holding the pen will be clenched tightly, stiffened for two or three seconds, and the eyebrows will be wrinkled. The smile seemed to be covered by fog, and the corners of the lips were clearly curved, but the brows were always stretched.

It's probably been a long chat, so tired, after all, a lesson is only forty minutes.

Zheng Feiyu thought.

There was a faint warm red glow on the bar, the coffee cup was bottomed out, and only a layer of pastry crumbs remained on the shallow dish. Suzuki happened to sit on the high chair, licking her fingers, and then licking her lips, pretending that she didn't eat.

"I ... I should go back." He An closed his notebook and put it in his pocket.

"Okay, I'll send you."

Zheng Feiyu didn't stay. Today, he has set a record for his time alone. Things must be done step by step, not in a hurry or in a hurry.