Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

It was late at night, but the snow hadn't stopped. Fang Zhimo stood by the window, watching the scene outside the window through the gauze curtain.

Bu Xun rented a place on the 20th floor, and when he looked out, he had a very wide view.

Fang Zhimo had never lived in this kind of high-rise building before, and when he climbed up like this and looked into the distance, he instantly felt that even the depression accumulated in his heart had dissipated a lot.

This year's first snow came quickly, and in just a few hours, the whole city was covered in heavy snow, so that when one looked out, it was white everywhere.

The heating was turned on in the room, and the room was unexpectedly clean. Because of Fang Zhimo's relationship, Bu Xun even specially changed the sheets and quilt for him.

But Fang Zhimo couldn't sleep all the time, maybe because he was sleeping on a bed that didn't belong to him for the first time, and he always felt that the smell, softness, and orientation were all wrong.

There was no movement in the living room, presumably the host had fallen asleep.

Fang Zhimo paced back and forth by the bed, feeling uneasy.

This feeling is very strange, as if the throat is being strangled, not only uncomfortable, but also aggrieved and stuffy, but strangely, there is no dizziness that usually comes with it.

He counted the days with his fingers, and there was still half a month before he was due to go to the hospital regularly. He took a look at the mirror on the table, and felt that the color of his lips was still normal.

But for some reason, the uneasiness in my heart can never be erased.

Fang Zhimo tiptoed to open the door of the room, glanced at Bu Xun who was sleeping soundly on the sofa, put a message note on the coffee table, and walked out.

The snow outside has covered the insteps, and the cold air is like a sharp knife on the face.There are no pedestrians on the street, and even the taxis that come and go on weekdays have become hard to find.Fang Zhimo covered the hood of his down jacket and walked slowly on the road. He saw a telephone booth in the distance, touched the calling card in his pocket, and walked over.

A row of punks squatted on the flower bed opposite the telephone booth. The posture of squatting on the flower bed... Fang Zhimo couldn't help but take a second look.

The punks obviously saw him too, and the one in the lead threw away the cigarette butt and stood up.

"Hey kid, do you have a cigarette?"

The gangster's hairstyle is very explosive, his roots stand up, and he vows to be the most beautiful boy on the street.

Fang Zhimo glanced at him, took down the phone, inserted the card: "No."

Sure enough, the gangster is still the same gangster as before, but his subordinates have changed a lot.

He looked Fang Zhimo's thin figure up and down, and said with a smile: "Is there any money? My buddy has finished smoking, so I can buy a cigarette for two dollars."

Fang Zhimo found it interesting, hung up the receiver again, turned around and said, "Brother, after so many years, are you still short of money?"

The gangster's tone sounded familiar, but after so many years, there were too many overlapping memories, and Fang Zhimo was wearing a hood, so he could only see a small white chin. He couldn't figure out what it was for a while. who.

"Who are you? Are you familiar with our boss?"

The gangster leader was still hesitating, but the horse boy next to him was already impatient, and lifted Fang Zhimo's hat as soon as he came up.

Fang Zhimo didn't move, and let him lift his hood, revealing that highly recognizable face that was so white that people complained.

As soon as the gangster saw this face, he was immediately stunned, and couldn't help but took a step back.

In the secret language of the gangsters, the boss stepped back, which meant that it was time for his brothers to play.

How many horsemen saw it so quickly?I haven't said anything clearly yet, do I have money or no money?To fight or not to fight?

No matter, since the boss has ordered, let's fight.

The gangsters raised their fists, but they were kicked out by an inexplicable force before their hands touched anyone, and their heads fell into the snow, shivering from the cold.

The gangsters looked up and saw a tall young man who looked quite strong. He guessed that he would not be easy to deal with, so he immediately panicked: "Who is it this late at night? Blocking my brother's money?"

Bu Xun slept until midnight and felt a gust of cold wind hit his face. He opened his eyes and saw that a white hood floated out from the gate, and gently closed the door. He muttered to himself, got up and turned around to find no one in the room. Only then did it become clear that it was Fang Zhimo who floated out just now.

...Fortunately, he came out with him, otherwise Fang Zhimo's small body, how many times would he have suffered?

"Small body" Fang Zhimo blinked and put away his clenched fist.

He has been in poor health these years, and was forced by Fang Ruohan to learn a few sets of boxing with Xia Tian. Although he may not be able to fight in the official arena, it is still easy to overthrow these little bastards.

——However, judging by the expression of the bastard leader, it seems that he doesn't need to take action.

[From today, I, Wang Shouhouer, and my brothers will never appear within the scope of the children's school again, will never ask for money from the passing people, and will never do similar behaviors again. Two broken front teeth.

Guarantor: Wang Lei

September 1994, 9]

The bastard leader has obviously recalled this letter of guarantee, as if he fell back into the fear of being dominated by a cowardly, white, and sweet elementary school student back then.

Fang Zhimo smiled, walked out from behind Bu Xun, and said calmly: "Wang Lei, right? I didn't expect to meet again here. It's really a narrow road."

The expression on the gangster's face changed from black to white, from white to red, and finally covered his front teeth.

Bu Xun turned around in surprise when he heard the words: "You...know them?"

Fang Zhimo snorted coldly, and his smile stopped: "It's not just that I know him, I'm still his creditor. This man owes me two front teeth. Tell me, when will you pay them back?"

All eyes were on the gangster's face, including his men.

At this moment, the monkey face full of cunning and cunning was full of panic.

The anger in Fang Zhimo's eyes gradually settled. Back then, he asked this kid to write a letter of guarantee so that he would not come out to harm others again. Unexpectedly, this kid didn't change at all, but continued to do bad things again in a different place.

Wang Lei didn't pay attention to other people's eyes, but kept backing away. When he got to the edge of the flower bed, a tiger leaped into the woods and ran away without looking back.

Crowd: "..."

- "The boss is gone, what should we do?"

- "What else can I do, run away!"

- "Is this okay...how about you run first?"

- "There's so much nonsense, people that the boss dare not mess with, what do you still want to do? You don't want to run away, do you? I'll go first, see you later!"

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Let's fight again!"

Although Bu Xun didn't know exactly what was going on here, it was quite refreshing to watch a few annoying bastards run away, and couldn't help but snarled at their backs.

He originally thought that there would be at least a hard fight, but who knew that the opponent ran away before the fight started.

God damn doesn't know what's going on.

Bu Xun turned around, and the other party Zhimo said: "Are you okay?"

Fang Zhimo shrugged: "It's okay."

"It's fine. By the way, why did you run out in the middle of the night?"

Bu Xun glanced at Fang Zhimo, it was snowing heavily, and in just a moment, a thin layer of snow had gathered on his hair.

Bu Xun looked at it for a while, and couldn't help reaching out to dust it.The soft touch passed between the fingers, like a small electric current passed through the palm of the hand, causing a strange throbbing in the heart.He was a little lost, quickly withdrew his hand, picked up Fang Zhimo's hat, put it on for him, and patted it as if covering something: "Look, your ears are red from the cold."

A gust of wind blew, and the fluff on the hood was blown against his face. Fang Zhimo brushed it with his hand, then turned and walked towards the phone booth: "Thank you. I'm going home."

Bu Xun looked up at the sky, and said in surprise, "It's so late, who are you calling?"

"Fang Qiming." Fang Zhimo took out his phone card, and seeing Bu Xun's puzzled expression, he added, "My dad."

"……Oh."

Bu Xun felt strange, as if he was a little reluctant to let him go, but seeing that he had already pressed the call button, he couldn't say anything, just stared at his fingertips blankly.

"Hi. It's me."

"I know it's three o'clock."

"I'm here..." Fang Zhimo glanced at the roadside sign, "No. 168 Yunsong Road, next to the flower bed."

After Fang Zhimo made the phone call, he leaned against the small pillar of the phone booth and said to Bu Xun, "Go back, Fang Qiming will be here in a while."

Bu Xun groaned, but didn't want to move.

He lowered his head, stared at his toes for a while, then raised his head to look at Fang Zhimo, looking for something to say: "My place...is too simple."

Fang Zhimo shook his head: "I recognize the bed, I can't sleep."

Bu Xun let out a sigh, thought for a while and said, "Actually, I'm sorry today."

Fang Zhimo tilted his head and gave him a puzzled look.

"Just, about Qiao Xinran, I didn't know what was wrong at the time, I just felt..."

Bu Xun coughed, cleared his throat, and thought about his words.

"It's okay. I was going to avoid her."

Most of Fang Zhimo's face was buried in the hood again, leaving only the well-shaped jaw and slightly pink lips.

Bu Xun's heart skipped a beat again, and he quickly turned his gaze away.

The snow fell heavily, and Bu Xun's hat soon accumulated snow.At that time, the telephone booths were all facing each other, and the two telephone booths shared a pillar, with a small sky above their heads, which could keep out the wind and rain.

Fang Zhimo got out from this side, gave way to the phone booth on the other side, and pointed to his previous position: "It's snowing heavily, come in."

Bu Xun was stunned for a moment, then let out an oh, imitating what he did before, and leaning against the pillar.

For a while, both of them were silent, Fang Zhimo had nothing to say, Bu Xun had something to say and didn't know how to say it, they all simply thought of their own concerns.

After waiting for almost half an hour, there was a faint light in the distance. Fang Zhimo squinted his eyes for a while, then straightened up and said, "Fang Qiming is here, you should go back quickly."

Bu Xun nodded, and suddenly realized that he couldn't see himself standing behind, so he hummed.

Fang Zhimo said again: "Thank you for today, goodbye."

Bu Xun: "...bye."

It wasn't until Fang Zhimo got into the car that Bu Xun came back to his senses, chased after a few steps, and shouted, "What's your phone number?"

There was no response from the car, so Bu Xun scratched his head annoyedly: "... Sigh."

When he turned around and was about to leave, Bu Xun's eyes suddenly caught something strange in the phone booth where Fang Zhimo was standing.

He took a closer look, and there was a small snowman on the phone. The snowman was round and cute, with a snow-white cap on his head, and the eyes were pasted with wool ripped from a black sweater, making an exaggerated shape. glasses, the corners of his mouth are turned up, and he looks cute.

Bu Xun thought for a while, touched the glasses on his nose, and felt a little happy for a while.

He is not near-sighted and rarely wears glasses. When he got up in the middle of the night, his eyes were a little foggy, and then he put them on. Before he knew it, Mo Zhimo took care of it.

Bu Xun bent the corners of his lips, carefully took off the snowman, fearing that the temperature of his palm would melt it, and rubbed a handful of snow on the ground, then gently pushed it off the phone with both hands .

The little snowman's body was slightly deformed by him, but Bu Xun felt more and more happy as he looked at it, and carried it all the way home.

In fact, it was a coincidence that the part that was pinched by him was originally written with two large characters——

Cheng Du.