Chapter 39 Meow Meow Meow
At the morning market snack stall.
Professor Wang and Professor Murong looked at Gu Tiancheng with concern: "Did you catch a cold?"
Because of the tricycle driving incident, the few people forged a deep revolutionary friendship.
"No," Gu Tiancheng rubbed his nose, feeling weird, "I don't know why, I always feel..."
It seems that his son has found a grandfather outside?
never mind.
How can such a small thing be as important as fried rice?
The three people who got the fried rice happily started eating, no longer paying attention to the details.
——After riding tricycles for so long, this is what they deserve!
On the other side, Ning Sheng was still running wildly carrying Gu Xingzhou.
He ran so fast that he almost became a shadow. Therefore, when a bicycle suddenly appeared in front of him, Ning Sheng had no time to brake and collided directly with the bicycle!
There was no one on the bicycle, and the owner of the bicycle was still chasing after them. It was a downhill section, and Ning Sheng and the others were running uphill. It was obvious that the owner had jumped off the bicycle halfway, and the bicycle's momentum could not be stopped, so it rolled all the way down.
Seeing the bicycle and the person collide head-on, everyone around opened their mouths wide.
"Hiss—this is so cruel!" "It hurts just looking at it..."
The moment he collided with the bicycle, Ning Sheng was ready to fall. He closed his eyes and held his breath. At the moment he was in the air, his senses became extremely sharp.
But the imagined pain did not come.
To be precise, he felt as if he had hit a mat, which cushioned him, so Ning Sheng almost just touched the ground lightly.
Ning Sheng opened his eyes and saw the 'mat'.
His heart was shaken.
Gu Xingzhou took the initiative to block the impact for him? Why?
Gu Xingzhou took the initiative to spread out his limbs as a meat cushion, his dark eyes were deep, and he showed a relaxed smile: "Man, are you in love with me?"
Ning Sheng: “…”
"What is your purpose?" Ning Sheng stared at him intently.
Gu Xingzhou must have ulterior motives for being nice to him. This is what Ning Sheng agreed in his heart.
But Gu Xingzhou's expression looked a little hurt.
It turns out that this is the image of him in Ning Sheng's mind.
What if he said that his action just now was just instinctive and he didn't have time to think about it carefully?
Of course, if you think about it carefully...Gu Xingzhou is not completely without purpose.
Gu Xingzhou carefully peeked at Ning Sheng's expression and said, "I helped you, can I give you only one third of the fried rice?"
Ning Sheng: "You are dreaming."
Gu Xingzhou: “…” Damn, the plan failed!
However, Gu Xingzhou's question reminded Ning Sheng. He simply picked up Gu Xingzhou again, and without caring about the astonishment of the onlookers and the owner of the bicycle, he continued to run forward!
If you don’t run faster, you’ll miss the fried rice!
Morning market snack stall, next to the tricycle.
Jian Yunlan, wearing an apron, skillfully served a new pot of fried rice.
As soon as the fried rice came out of the pot, the sound of people swallowing their saliva never stopped.
"It's the turn of No. 68 and No. 69," Jian Yunlan said, "Whose fried rice is this? Come up and claim it."
The crowd immediately became restless. Every time Jian Yunlan's fried rice came out of the pot, everyone became a little inhumane and many people wanted to claim the dish.
But I don’t know if the big dog named Maomao has some special ability, but even though the order of everyone’s queue is messed up because of running, it can still accurately distinguish who cuts in line and who doesn’t.
Jian Yunlan called out three times, but the person who was supposed to get the fried rice hadn't arrived yet.
Could it be that we have fallen behind?
There was a hint of regret in Jian Yunlan's eyes, but the eyes of the people around him were shining.
Yay, two fewer competitors!
However, just as Jian Yunlan cleared his throat and was about to call the next diner.
A figure galloped out from the crowd.
The young man had a handsome appearance, with cool and beautiful eyebrows and a teardrop mole at the end of his eye that sparkled brightly.
In his hand, he was holding a tall... person in a suit?
It's strange, why do they use the word "端"?
This strange combination, with a hint of harmony in the absurdity and a hint of outrageousness in the harmony, left everyone stunned.
"Boss Jian, fried rice..." The beautiful young man stood in front of Jian Yunlan, his eyes fluctuating, his voice full of fanaticism, "It's mine!"
Jian Yunlan smiled slightly and handed over the fried rice: "Enjoy your meal."
Ning Sheng's eyes suddenly became extremely hot.
The fried rice is golden in color, with distinct grains, dotted with shrimps and ham, and exudes a rich aroma!
In his eyes, there was no room for any other person or thing. In his entire mind and the entire world, there was only this bowl of fried rice and the Fried Rice God who handed the fried rice to him with a smile - Jian Yunlan!
Ning Sheng threw what he was holding onto the ground, freed his hands, and excitedly took the bowl of golden fried rice.
He hugged the fried rice tightly in his arms, and felt an unprecedented happiness, peace and joy in his heart.
Gu Xingzhou, who was thrown to the ground by Ning Sheng, said: "???"
And because Ning Sheng was holding him face down, when Ning Sheng threw him like that, he landed on his face and fell to the ground with a bang, his facial features flying around and his face looking hideous.
Gu Xingzhou: “…”
Is there anyone who can take care of his life or death? ! !
But soon, Ning Sheng became aware of Gu Xingzhou's presence again.
It’s not because Ning Sheng is kind-hearted.
But...
"What about number 69?" Jian Yunlan was still holding a plate of fried rice. "Number 68 has been claimed. Who is number 69? If no one claims it, it will be postponed."
Hearing this, Ning Sheng quickly pulled Gu Xingzhou up from the ground, patted the dust off Gu Xingzhou's body with "extremely gentleness", and pushed him in front of Jian Yunlan like offering a treasure, saying:
"It's my friend's fried rice. We queued together." He looked at Gu Xingzhou, his eyes filled with silent threats. "Isn't that right, friend?"
Gu Xingzhou: “…Yes.”
So, Gu Xingzhou also got a portion of fried rice.
I have to say, this fried rice is really amazing. It is still steaming hot when it comes out of the pan, and each grain of fried rice is evenly coated with golden egg liquid, with a bright color. The fried rice trembles in the spoon when you scoop it up, and a rich aroma of egg and freshness wafts into your nose!
The essence of the milky, thick, bubbling Jinhua ham soup has been fried into the rice grains, so the fried rice grains are plump and oily.
You can also see plenty of fresh shrimps, crispy ham cubes, green peas, and sea cucumbers.
The hot taste and feeling, the salty and fragrant taste, make people's stomach growl just by smelling it, and they just want to put that spoonful into their mouths immediately, chew it with big mouthfuls, and feel full of happiness...
Saliva continued to secrete from Gu Xingzhou's mouth.
If Ning Sheng can sacrifice everything for fried rice, then why not Gu Xingzhou?
This is the fried rice that he has been dreaming about for many days!
but.
Gu Xingzhou hardened his heart, closed his eyes, and handed the bowl of fried rice to Ning Sheng: "Ning Sheng, I'll give you all of mine. Originally, I wouldn't be able to buy this bowl of fried rice without you... I owe you."
Gu Xingzhou smiled sadly.
He was never worthy.
He was already content as long as he could smell the aroma of the fried rice and feel the fried rice in his hands.
It really makes those who hear it sad and those who see it cry.
A domineering president who always has the final say, humbles himself to this point. A normal person would feel sympathy for him and want to say to him, "Take this fried rice yourself, I have another one." '
Therefore, Gu Xingzhou closed his eyes tightly and waited.
But Ning Sheng took the fried rice from him without hesitation:
"Thank you."
Ning Sheng started to eat voraciously.
He ate it in big mouthfuls, with an undisguised look of happiness on his face: "It's so delicious!"
Gu Xingzhou: “…”
Gu Xingzhou looked at the fried rice in his hand with envy.
After hesitating for a while, he laughed at himself, turned and walked away.
Leaving a lonely back to the world.
Gu Xingzhou thought that he should really leave, as there was no place for him here.
He doesn't belong here, nor does he belong anywhere. To be precise, although he was born with power and money and could easily get everything that people envied in this world, no one really liked him.
Those who gathered around him and fawned on him had ulterior motives; his subordinates who gave him advice did so under his tyranny; his father did not like him; and Ning Sheng, even more so, never concealed his disgust and hatred for him.
After his mother died, he was left without a home.
Gu Xingzhou once imagined in a dream, would there be a day when he and Ning Sheng no longer have such an abnormal relationship, they could face each other properly, not quarrel, but just sit down calmly to have a glass of wine and chat.
But it's impossible, Ning Sheng hates him.
He should stay away from such a lively and celebratory scene.
(Sad cello background music plays)
Gu Xingzhou's figure gradually disappeared into the crowd.
Ning Sheng, who was concentrating on cooking fried rice, raised his head for some unknown reason and looked at the figure walking away.
Scenes from the past emerged before my eyes, all the unsettling, sad, and sleepless things.
But there are also happy and enjoyable ones.
Along the way, they fought each other, wrote self-criticisms, were forced to hug and hold hands, and then chased Boss Jian's tricycle all the way, and went through countless storms and obstacles to get here.
Ning Sheng chewed the hot, unique delicacy in his mouth and thought.
Gu Xingzhou should also have a taste of such delicacy.
But only one bite.
If it was just a mouthful, he wouldn't be unwilling to share it with him.
So, Gu Xingzhou walked away dejectedly, his stomach rumbling with hunger.
Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name:
"Gu Xingzhou."
Gu Xingzhou opened his eyes slightly and turned around.
Ning Sheng stood in the bright sunshine, the blue sky spread out behind him, and the whole world was like a picture frame, enveloping him.
And Ning Sheng, who was in the middle, the shining Ning Sheng, called out to Gu Xingzhou.
...Looking closely, the one who was glowing was not Ning Sheng himself.
But it was the spoon in Ning Sheng's hand.
The spoon was full and heavy with a spoonful of fried rice.
The fried rice was emitting white steam as if it had just come out of the pan. Every grain looked plump and oily, with a golden color, blending the aroma of the roasted eggs, the freshness of the shrimps, and the richness of the broth!
The fried rice is like an extremely bright lighthouse in the dark night, guiding all lost and hungry travelers to walk towards it. Gu Xingzhou's breathing stagnated, and his world lost all its color, leaving only that ray of light.
Passing through the crowd, Gu Xingzhou saw a smile on Ning Sheng's lips that was so faint that it almost disappeared.
Ning Sheng said:
"Fried rice, here's a bite for you."
.
In the morning market, the fried rice stall is a special corner.
This corner is far away from all the other food stalls and is not in the busiest center of the morning market. It is away from the crowd, under a big tree in the corner. But it is in such a small corner that many people are happily eating fried rice, gathering with their classmates, lovers, families, and all the precious bonds that have been lost and recovered.
——Professor Wang and Professor Murong together.
They had no time to find a place to sit down, nor did they care about their dignity as professors of Kyoto University. They squatted on the side of the road and started eating like the students.
These two mortal enemies who have been fighting for most of their lives probably only have a few brief moments like these in their lives when they can stay quietly and comfortably beside each other, shoulder to shoulder, and eat a bowl of delicious fried rice that they have been craving for for a long time.
"It's delicious, really delicious." Professor Murong sighed, "The fried rice I've eaten before is nothing compared to Xiao Jian's cooking skills."
Professor Wang quietly looked at Professor Murong's bowl and said, "Murong Qinghe, give me one of the shrimps in your bowl. I'll exchange it with you for the diced chicken."
Professor Murong raised an eyebrow: "Please beg me!"
Professor Wang: “You——”
He wanted to slam the case. But then he thought of the fried rice in his hand, squatted down anxiously, and checked it distressedly: "Oh my fried rice, my darling, please don't spill it..."
Professor Murong laughed at him.
They laughed at him because he was already in his fifties or sixties but still acted like a poor teenage student.
Once, they saved money for a long time in the cafeteria of Peking University before it was renovated. They saved two yuan and fifty cents and bought two bowls of fried rice. At that time, Wang Jianhua also wanted to use diced chicken to exchange for shrimp with Murong Qinghe.
In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed.
——Bei Shi and Zhang Mo together.
Bei Shi held the fried rice in her hand contentedly, eating it with great relish, forgetting everything else. They sat under the shade of a tree, Zhang Mo half squatted, rubbing Bei Shi's sprained ankle.
"Boss Jian is so nice. The takeaway boxes she gives us are always in the shape of a heart," Bei Shi said. "Nerd, open your mouth."
Zhang Mo subconsciously opened his mouth and Bei Shi stuffed a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth. The fried rice was still a little hot, but the taste was amazing. The rice grains were distinct and there was a fresh taste when chewing. The shrimps were crispy and chewy, making people want to eat more and more.
After swallowing the fried rice with satisfaction, Zhang Mo finally realized, "Wife, why are you calling me a nerd again?"
Bei Shi buried her head in the fried rice, revealing a triumphant smile.
Ten years ago, at the welcome party of the School of Economics at Peking University, Bei Shi saw Zhang Mo sitting by the window reading a book and called him a nerd. At that time, Zhang Mo looked up at her blankly, and his cheeks suddenly turned red.
Everything has changed, yet nothing seems to have changed.
——Li Yun and Li Mingxi together.
They each took a portion of fried rice and ate as they walked, with identical expressions of happiness on their faces. But Li Yun was a person who could not sit still. After taking two bites of her own food, she could not help but look at Li Mingxi's bowl:
"Brother, why does your fried rice look better than mine?"
Li Mingxi pushed her head helplessly: "You are always like this, ours are exactly the same."
They are twins and have had the same food, clothing and other necessities since childhood, but Li Yun has always been curious about Li Mingxi's portion. She wanted to taste Li Mingxi's fried rice; she wanted to secretly hug Li Mingxi's doll while sleeping; she also wanted to hang her own bow on Li Mingxi's schoolbag.
And Li Mingxi also gave in to her.
He wanted to let her go.
When she was in kindergarten, the tiny Li Yun followed him closely like a little tail, calling him brother all the time.
What Li Mingxi never told Li Yun was how proud Li Mingxi, who was missing a mouthful of teeth, was when she was five years old. She introduced her to her classmates: "This is my sister. Isn't she cute? Even if she is a star in the sky, I would pick her up and give her to her!"
——Gu Tiancheng and Dahei together.
Gu Tiancheng chewed the fried rice carefully. He took out a photo from his arms. His wife in the photo was smiling carefreely, and that smile never faded with time.
"Dahei." Gu Tiancheng touched Dahei's head.
Dahei lay beside him, looking up anxiously with his paws on Gu Tiancheng's knees.
"I thought I had gotten used to it and wouldn't be sad about her leaving anymore," Gu Tiancheng smiled, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, "but... today, I ate such delicious fried rice, and suddenly I thought."
"I think if Ah Yue were still alive, she would definitely like this delicious fried rice."
Dahei raised his head and howled twice, not knowing why his owner was crying.
——Ming Ruogui with her fans.
"Ming Jie, the fried rice is so delicious!" Fans also held a bowl of fried rice and said to her with tears in their eyes, "We told you that if you follow us, you can eat good food!"
Ming Ruogui raised her thumb and made a "yeah" gesture.
"Sister Ming, what are your plans for the next step?"
Ming Ruogui looked up at the distant blue sky, the wind blew through her hair, and her pupils were filled with bright, undisguised yearning.
She wanted to see how high the sky was.
"What's the next step?" Ming Ruogui took a big mouthful of fried rice and laughed.
There was a thick iron wall in front of her, cultural barriers, racial discrimination, misunderstanding, lack of support, and many fingers poking at her spine, wanting her to back down.
But she insisted on breaking down this thick wall.
She wanted to see the endless blue sky outside the wall.
She said: "How about achieving a small goal first and winning the Oscar for Best Actress?"
——Lin Tianqiu and his colleagues.
"After eating this fried rice, shall we go to the movies together? I got free tickets from the boss." Lin Tianqiu suggested while chewing the fried rice happily.
"Okay!" Everyone laughed.
I still remember the day when Lin Tianqiu first joined the company. He was so socially anxious and timid that he was too shy to even speak loudly.
In the blink of an eye, he has become an adult who can stand on his own.
Five Coke bottles collided with each other, and the carbonic acid inside made bubbling sounds and sprayed freely in the air.
——Wu Qiuhe with the snack stand owners.
They sat on the side of the road, panting, sweating, and looking up at the sky.
"Everyone should be eating fried rice at this time." Wu Qiuhe sighed, "Today's fried rice must be delicious."
Everyone smiled. Yeah, they missed the fried rice.
But... no regrets.
A figure was running towards them from afar.
The owner of the hand-pulled pancake stall held eight or nine servings of fried rice in his hands and distributed them to everyone: "Boss Jian left this for everyone!"
Everyone's eyes lit up, and they took the fried rice and looked at each other.
"We shouldn't have doubted this kid in the first place." "Yeah, I even gave Xiao Jian a cold look at the beginning." "Alas, when people get old, they tend to be stubborn." Everyone talked at once, but no one picked up their chopsticks.
Everyone smiled and looked at Wu Qiuhe, urging her: "Sister Wu, you are our pioneer, you eat first."
Wu Qiuhe didn't hesitate to open the fried rice, took a big bite, and gave a thumbs up.
Sister Wu’s approval!
Everyone was chatting with each other and eating so much that they forgot everything else.
Ten years ago, Wu Qiuhe set up a stall selling buns downstairs of Yuanzhou Group for the first time. She was the only one there at that time. Later, more and more people came. Lao Chen, the pancake maker, came, followed by Wu, the hand-pulled pancake maker, and Xiao Liang, the soy milk and fried dough sticks maker...
They are lively and have come together for so many years.
"In the new year, please give me more advice, Sister Wu!"
“…”
Jian Yunlan was still waving the spatula and stirring the spoon skillfully.
Taotie guarded him majestically.
Surrounded by all the happiness and satisfaction, Jian Yunlan's whole body was also filled with an incomparably gentle aura of fireworks. His eyes were curved, and there was a light blue in his gaze like the sky.
The regrets from the previous life and the unfulfilled wishes were all reconciled at this moment.
...Sure enough, setting up a stall is the happiest thing in the world!
It was a sunny day.
The warm autumn sun shines down, the wind blows through the swaying shadows of the trees, and the leaves whisper to each other.
A fallen leaf was carried by the wind and floated past the laughing and noisy crowd. The fallen leaf spun in the wind, lingered in the arms of the reunited family, passed through the sleeves of the good friend, and lingered in the palm of the close lover.
But the fallen leaf eventually floated away. Farther than everything, through the bustling crowd, through the fried rice stand owner who was surrounded by the crowd, and the big silver dog beside him, through all the noisy, silent, and boiling...
It fell into Ning Sheng’s palm.
"You said let me have a taste, are you serious?" Gu Xingzhou couldn't help but ask repeatedly.
His heart was pounding and the blood throughout his body was pumping faster than usual.
Ning Sheng is willing to share a bite of fried rice with him?
Is he really... not dreaming?
"real."
Ning Sheng handed him the spoon.
Gu Xingzhou held the spoon excitedly and put it into his mouth without waiting any longer.
The fried rice has a dense and chewy texture. When you take a bite, an indescribable freshness and fragrance explodes in your mouth.
The golden and attractive rice is soaked in the broth layer by layer. Every bite has a different flavor, with the seafood flavor of shrimp, the salty and fresh taste of ham, and many more flavors superimposed on each other. As he chewed, the soup and meat oil flowed out, slightly hot.
It's very satisfying.
On an autumn day like this, amidst the bustling crowd, have a bite of this delicious fried rice.
“It’s delicious. It’s really delicious.”
Gu Xingzhou chewed the fried rice carefully, his eyes feeling a little sore.
In that warm smell, it seemed as if there was a pair of warm hands, holding Gu Xingzhou firmly in the darkness, leading him through the wind and snow, through the long dark night of his mother's death, through the homeless rainstorm, to such a sunny day with dazzling sunshine.
Ning Sheng stood in that sunny day.
Next to Gu Xingzhou, Ning Sheng sat down shoulder to shoulder with him, also holding fried rice in his hands, eating contentedly, with happiness written all over his eyes and eyebrows.
Gu Xingzhou had finished his bite, but he was still savoring the remaining taste between his lips and teeth, looking eagerly at Ning Sheng who was enjoying the food.
"Boss Jian's fried rice is so delicious. How can it be so delicious?" Gu Xingzhou couldn't help but sigh, "Will you join the queue tomorrow?"
Gu Xingzhou looked at Ning Sheng and suddenly thought so.
They may not be suitable to be intimate lovers. They are too small, too young, and have not yet been able to put themselves together. They are covered with thorns and cannot hug.
They can't be friends either. Because Ning Sheng didn't want to and didn't like it, and Gu Xingzhou was childish and angry.
However, Gu Xingzhou didn't want to be Ning Sheng's enemy for life.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could form such a special fried rice alliance?
Boss Jian’s fried rice is so popular, if they work together, they will definitely be able to fight their way out and grab the fried rice!
Ning Sheng pondered for a moment, and indeed he could have an extra serving of fried rice, so why not? He quickly accepted the offer: "Tomorrow, too."
"You can have two bites of fried rice tomorrow." Ning Sheng said kindly.
Gu Xingzhou's eyes lit up: "Can I eat three bites the day after tomorrow?"
"No, four bites the day after tomorrow."
"Eight mouths the day after tomorrow?"
Ning Sheng: "Well, at this frequency, how many mouthfuls will there be after thirty days?"
Gu Xingzhou was speechless: "..."
Are you testing me on math? !
Ning Sheng glanced at the silent Gu Xingzhou and said in surprise, "It's 1073741824, a geometric sequence. You don't even understand this?"
Gu Xingzhou: “???”
No, he understands geometric sequences, but how did he calculate this number in his head? !
Gu Xingzhou's breakdown was written all over his face.
Ning Sheng laughed heartily, his cold eyes and brows were full of happiness. The sunlight shone through and fell on his cheeks, creating tiny spots of light like flying fireflies.
Ning Sheng held the fried rice and continued to eat happily.
Gu Xingzhou lowered his head. He smelled the aroma of the fried rice and couldn't help drooling. But... he had a more important request in his heart.
Gu Xingzhou didn't dare to look at Ning Sheng, he lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Then when ten thousand days come, will you forgive me?"
"…I will try my best to apologize and atone for my sins. In ten thousand days, we can be partners or even ordinary friends, and stop being enemies, okay?"
Ning Sheng was quiet for a moment.
"Not in ten thousand days," he said.
Gu Xingzhou's eyes dimmed instantly.
But the next second.
Ning Sheng said seriously: "At the current speed, it will take 10,089.68 days."
Gu Xingzhou: “…”
Accurate to two decimal places, right?
"Okay, then that's 10,089.68 days."
Gu Xingzhou looked at Ning Sheng. It seemed that he had never spoken to Ning Sheng so closely and so seriously and calmly before.
Gu Xingzhou asked: "Is this a deal?"
"Yeah." Ning Sheng nodded.
The fallen leaf landed gently in his palm. Ning Sheng lowered his eyelashes and clasped his hands together.
"It's a deal."
And at the same time.
In the Wanjie live broadcast room, in front of all the anchors who were challenging the "Paranoia Monopoly" dimension, all the pictures suddenly froze.
The broken kettle froze in mid-air, the raised hand stopped where it was, and the words that were about to come out got stuck in his throat.
A beam of light unfolds in front of thousands of live broadcast rooms and hundreds of millions of viewers.
…At the headquarters of Wanjie Live Broadcasting Company, Gong Siyuan, the general manager of the Book-Crossing District, stared at the light screen and the few lines of words on it in disbelief:
"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host [Jian Yunlan] for clearing the plane "Paranoia Monopoly", cracking 69% of the plot, and successfully changing the ending to be. The latest happy ending 'Ning Sheng and Gu Xingzhou's Fried Rice Alliance' has been unlocked and will soon replace the current timeline."
"The host [Jian Yunlan] became the first challenger to complete "Paranoia Monopoly". His name will go down in history."
"The timeline of the "Paranoia Exclusive" plane is unlocked, and residents of all planes have gained access to the Wanjie Live Room. Let us welcome their arrival—"
After half a second of silence.
The entire Wanjie live broadcast room exploded!
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