1987 My Era

Chapter 261, Identity Exposed (ask for guaranteed monthly pass!)

Pig blood balls are simple to make, and people who love them will enjoy eating them no matter how they are cooked, even if they are just boiled.

If you want to conquer the stomachs of outsiders, you have to work hard.

For example, when frying in oil, it is best to have a slightly yellow color. The thickness of the slices is also important. If it is too thin, it will have no taste, and if it is too thick, some people cannot get used to it. An appropriate thickness is the best.

After doing all this, remove the dark outer skin, stir-fry more fresh garlic sprouts and green and red peppers. If you add a few pieces of pork belly bacon, the flavor will be richer.

"It smells so good!" Ye Ning drooled at the smell.

Li Heng handed him a pair of chopsticks and said, "Comrade Ye Ning, help me take the plate out. I specially allow you to secretly eat three pieces."

"Hehe." Ye Ning took the chopsticks with a sly look and went out with the pig blood meatballs.

Later, Li Heng asked Mai Sui, who was standing beside him, "Have you learned it?"

Mai Sui said a little embarrassedly: "It's too complicated."

"Oh my! I guess it's hard to count on Mai cooking for four years in college."

Li Heng sighed and turned to Zhou Shihe, "You will definitely learn it after just one look, right?"

Zhou Shihe glanced at her best friend, smiled knowingly, and didn't spoil the fun.

Li Heng's cooking method is basically Jianghu cuisine, which is very wild, so the dishes smell very fragrant and look very delicious.

In fact, it’s not that he doesn’t know the authentic cooking methods, but he understands that people from families like Teacher Yu and Zhou Shihe probably have no interest in authentic cooking methods, and unconventional dishes can better cater to their curiosity.

A characteristic of Jianghu cuisine is that it is usually quick to cook.

In less than 40 minutes, 6 dishes filled the table, and 5 people sat around the table eating very carefully.

During this time, Ye Ning, who was enjoying his meal, muttered, "Li Heng, will you accept your sister?"

Li Heng didn't react, "What sister?"

Ye Ning pointed at herself with the tip of her chopsticks, "That means I'm your sister."

"Brother and sister with different surnames?"

"Correct."

Li Heng raised his head: "I heard from Senior Sister Ye that you have been exchanging letters with a boy in high school, and you also acknowledge me as your brother?"

Ye Ning bit the end of his chopsticks and said, "Just because I have correspondence with other boys, I can't recognize you as my brother? What kind of logic is this?"

Li Heng asked her: "What does that boy look like?"

Ye Ning replied: "It's OK."

Li Heng asked: "How good is it?"

Ye Ning looked him up and down, "Not as good-looking as you."

Li Heng joked: "Ah? You can't even compare to me? Classmate Ye Ning, what kind of vision do you have?"

Ye Ning pointed at him with chopsticks, very angry: "No!!! Li Heng, how good-looking you are, don't you know it yourself?

Don’t you know what our girls in the dormitory say about you behind your back? They say you are the most handsome boy in our School of Management, and maybe even the best-looking boy in Fudan.”

Li Heng refused bluntly: "Then I can't be your brother. I'm so well-born. If he sees you and I being so close, I'm afraid he'll come to school and stab me."

Ye Ning was confused: "How can a man be so stingy?"

Li Heng said: "This is not a question of being stingy. Let me ask you, if this boy frequently interacts with a girl who is prettier than you at school, would you be jealous?"

Ye Ning thought for a moment and said, "Jealous."

Li Heng rolled his eyes. "That's it! You have someone you're dating, and being your brother is too unprofitable. No way!"

Ye Ning stared blankly, choking with speech!

Mai Sui, Zhou Shihe and Teacher Yu had been listening to the conversation between the two people. Seeing Ye Ning being frustrated all the way, they couldn't help laughing.

After dinner, the rain outside finally stopped. Li Heng, who had been cooped up at home for a day, took the opportunity to digest his food and went out for a walk as usual.

Before leaving, he asked the three wheat ears: "Three beautiful girls, would you like to join us?"

Ye Ning had just been rejected, so he twisted his mouth and ignored him.

Zhou Shihe looked at the wheat ears and said nothing.

Mai Sui said, "We have agreed to knit woolen gloves together tonight. You can go by yourself."

"Okay, let's go." He didn't call Teacher Yu.

Because Chen Siya and a female teacher came over and they had guests.

Humming a tune as he walked out of Lushan Village, Li Heng hesitated for a few seconds at a crossroads, then turned outside the school, wanting to see how Zhang Bing's roasted sweet potato stall was.
By coincidence, I met several familiar faces along the way, mostly from the School of Management, both men and women.

Before I even reached the school gate, I ran into acquaintances again, Wei Xiaozhu and a female classmate. The female classmate was a stranger, and it was the first time I met her.

"Li Heng, are you going to have dinner?" Wei Xiaozhu was the first to greet.

Li Heng shook his head. "I've eaten. I'm going out for a walk. What about you guys?"

Wei Xiaozhu said: "Let's go out to improve our food."

After a brief chat, he learned that the unfamiliar female classmate was her fellow villager, studying at Tongji University next door. The two girls had been inseparable friends during junior high and high school.

After leaving the school gate and crossing the road, Li Heng pointed to the popular roasted sweet potato stall and said, "I'm going to go see Lao Zhang's. I won't accompany you."

"it is good."

After he walked away, the fellow villager couldn't help asking, "This Li Heng is so handsome, does he have a girlfriend?"

Wei Xiaozhu glanced at Li Heng's back and said, "A man like him will never lack a girlfriend."

The fellow villager asked: "How do you say that? Is he very popular in your school?"

Wei Xiaozhu said: "It is very popular."

The fellow villager asked: "How did you get to know him?"

Wei Xiaozhu briefly recounted the activities of the two dormitories 325 and 107.

Hearing this, the fellow turned around and looked at Li Heng: "Friendship dormitory, can you take me with you next time you have a social activity?"

Wei Xiaozhu was a little surprised, "You didn't fall in love with him at first sight, did you?"

The fellow villager said, "That's not the case. I just like meeting handsome guys. Especially handsome guys like this."

Wei Xiaozhu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I advise you to give up this idea. Two people in our dormitory have fallen for him. It's very miserable."

The fellow asked: "I know all the people in your dormitory, which two?"

Wei Xiaozhu hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Dai Qing and Yan Ling."

This time it was the fellow villager's turn to be surprised, "Is Dai Qing so beautiful that she has to suffer?"

Wei Xiaozhu nodded, but didn't answer in depth. In fact, room 107 often discussed Li Heng and Hu Ping, after all, they were both handsome guys.

It’s just that Li Heng is far superior to Hu Ping in terms of talent, and his temperament is far better than Hu Ping, so he attracts more attention.

According to the analysis of the girls in the dormitory: If a girl wants to successfully attract Li Heng's attention with her looks, she must be as good-looking as Xiao Wang.

What level is Xiao Wang? He is already at an extremely high level. In society, who is not one in a million? Who is not self-centered and arrogant?
Don't think that there are three freshmen in Fudan this year, but that is the best level in history. Haven't you seen that there are so many sophomores, juniors and seniors to make up one Ye Zhanyan?
Quexinyan and Yangcheng said that if Xiao Wang were in their school, he would definitely be No.1, the one at the top of the pyramid.

Zhang Haiyan also said that in Shanghai Medical University, except for Xiao Han, there is a gap and no girl can compare to Xiao Wang.

A girl as pretty as Dai Qing didn't win Li Heng's favor. After being surprised, the fellow villager was a little discouraged and asked, "How does her girlfriend compare to you? Can she be as pretty as you?"

Wei Xiaozhu's pure and lovely temperament is like a dragon-slaying sword for adolescent boys. Few are immune to it. She is almost deified by boys in their high school. Therefore, the fellow villagers instinctively think that their best friend will have the same status as in high school when she comes to Fudan, and no one can shake her beauty!

People at Xiao Wang's level, even if they think Xiao Han is extremely beautiful, will not bow down to her directly, as they have their own pride.

Wei Xiaozhu thought for a moment and said, "I've seen the real person. She's very beautiful."

The fellow villager gossiped excitedly: "If I ask you to poach someone, can you do it?"

If it were someone else, Wei Xiaozhu would not answer this question, but the two of them had been very close since junior high school, and their relationship over the years had become closer than that of real sisters, so she didn't want to ignore her: "It's difficult."

The fellow's eyes shot up to the sky, "Oh my god! Even you find this difficult?"

"Well, we have known each other since junior high school, and it has been many years. We have a deep relationship. I guess no one can poach us." When Wei Xiaozhu said this, a figure emerged in his mind, wheat ears.

There is a saying: Those who are involved are often confused, while those who are on the sidelines can see clearly. The people who understand you best are often your enemies, competitors, and people who share the same interests.

As both are Xiao Wang and excellent women, Wei Xiaozhu once had a thought: Mai Sui is so nice to Li Heng, is it really pure friendship?

not necessarily!

Although she wasn't sure whether Mai Sui liked Li Heng, she also felt that it wasn't that simple.

At least for her, it is basically impossible to revolve around a boy like this, unless she secretly has a crush on him.

As the weather gets colder, roasted sweet potatoes are meeting everyone's needs, especially city dwellers.

The business was so booming that Li Heng, who had nothing to do, helped entertain more than a dozen customers.

Today, not only Li Guang and Bai Wanying are here, but Hu Ping and Zhou Zhangming are also here to help.

While Hu Ping was roasting sweet potatoes, he asked Li Heng, "Old Li, which restaurant did Wei Xiaozhu go to?"

Li Heng shook his head, "I didn't ask in detail. But you can look for them one by one in the restaurants. They are going east."

Hu Ping took a deep breath and said with his teeth bared, "I'm not going to look for her. I'm tired of chasing her recently. I'm going to take a rest."

Zhou Zhangming interrupted: "Isn't it better to strike while the iron is hot when chasing a woman? Can you still take a break?"

Hu Ping rolled his eyes and said, "Old Zhou, you are just the pot calling the kettle black. You stick to Liu Yanling's butt every day, but you don't touch the tiger's butt."

Zhou Zhangming glanced at Li Heng obscurely, "I am different from you. My situation is special."

Hu Ping slapped his thigh and said, "It's nothing special. You're just putting on airs."

Zhou Zhangming was not angry either, "Then can you forget Wei Xiaozhu?"

"I can't forget that I fell in love with her." Hu Ping was a little angry and frustrated.

After being together for so long, the people in the two dormitory rooms have almost guessed what's going on with Liu Yanling.

Fearing an awkward situation, Zhang Bing picked out the sweetest sweet potato and handed it to Li Heng, "Old Li, try it. This is absolutely delicious."

Li Heng didn't like sweet potatoes. He ate too much when he was a child and got hurt. But after receiving Zhang Bing's enthusiastic eyes, he couldn't refuse directly. So he broke off a small piece and stuffed the rest to Hu Ping and Zhou Zhangming.

Seeing four boys gathered together to share a sweet potato, Bai Wanying, who was collecting money, took the opportunity to ask Li Heng:
"Li Heng, can I ask you a question?" Li Heng had food in his mouth and said vaguely, "Go ahead."

Bai Wanying looked up from her wheelchair and asked, "Today I heard someone in the girls' dormitory say that you are going to be on the Spring Festival Gala. Is that true?"

"Oh my god! Is this true?" Before Li Heng could say anything, Hu Ping interrupted him with a look of shock on his face.

Zhou Zhangming and Zhang Bing did the same, looking at Li Heng stupidly, waiting for his confirmation.

There is less than a month left before we have to go to Beijing for rehearsal. This kind of thing can't be kept secret for long. Li Heng nodded and said, "It may not really happen. We have just received the notice."

"Damn! Just getting the notice is awesome!" Zhou Zhangming, who rarely swore, didn't even bother to eat his sweet potato. He hugged Li Heng and spun him around, saying excitedly, "Wow! Our dormitory is going to have a celebrity!"

"Awesome! Really awesome! I decided that the first thing I will do when I go home this year is to tell all my relatives that our Mr. Li is going to be on the Spring Festival Gala, and ask them to remember to watch it." Hu Ping raised his hand and spoke confidently.

Although dormitory relationships these days are inevitably characterized by jealousy, they are generally much purer than those in later generations.

After hearing such great news, several people surrounded Li Heng and asked him many questions for a long time. There were expressions of envy on their faces, but more of them were excitement from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhang Bing sighed: "What a pity, we don't have a TV at home."

Zhou Zhangming asked: "Brother Bing, there are none in your village either?"

Zhang Bing said: "Our village is in a valley, and it takes more than 20 miles to get to the town by mountain road. It takes more than two hours to walk there. There is no electricity, let alone TV."

Hu Ping, a native of Shanghai, could not imagine such a poor situation, and blurted out a shocking question:

"So you have to work in the fields during the day, and give birth at night so you can see it? How are you going to find a spot?"

Li Heng: “.”

Zhou Zhangming: “.”

Bai Wanying turned her face away and pushed her wheelchair away from the hooligans.

Zhang Bing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He rolled a leaf cigarette and took a puff, saying, "Old Hu, you often receive love letters. I thought you knew everything."

Hu Ping knew he had said the wrong thing, so he shrank his neck and argued, "I spent three years in high school studying day and night and had no time to date girls. I stayed chaste for Wei Xiaozhu in college, so how could I understand?"

That's true. In that era, unlike the information-rich future, physiological knowledge was basically acquired from books.

Among the freshmen at Fudan University, it is conservatively estimated that half of the 10 boys do not know how to use sanitary napkins?

Zhou Zhangming glanced around and said in a low voice, "I'm better than you. When I was in junior high school, I saw with my own eyes a widow stealing a man in a wheat field."

Li Heng and Zhang Bing looked at each other. They really wanted to laugh at what a bunch of idiots they were.

After chatting eagerly for an hour or so, the sky had completely darkened. In addition, due to the strong north wind, the number of students entering and leaving the school suddenly decreased by half, and business gradually became deserted.

Seeing this, Li Heng, whose feet were cold, did not stay any longer. He said something to a few people and ran to the school gate.

Before they parted, Hu Ping reminded him, "Lao Li, the student union has been checking the dormitories more strictly recently. You should stay in the dorm for a few more nights. We are afraid we can't keep up with it."

"No problem, it will be fine after this week." Li Heng said.

It was too cold outside, so he almost ran all the way back to Lushan Village.

When passing by Building No. 27, Li Heng saw some electric lights coming from the building, so he took a look inside.

But Zhou Shihe, who opened the door, told him, "Mai Sui is not here."

Li Heng asked: "Where did you go?"

Zhou Shihe looked at him strangely, then pointed to the small building No. 26 next door.

Li Heng glanced behind her and asked, "Are you home alone?"

Zhou Shihe hummed, and then added: "Ningning had something to do, so she went to see her cousin."

Li Heng asked in the name of a friend: "Aren't you lonely at home? Why don't you come to my place and sit for a while, so that Mai Sui can keep you company."

After looking at him for two seconds, Zhou Shihe agreed without any pretense.

She couldn't practice the piano at night for fear of disturbing others, and as a newcomer, she was not quite used to staying alone in such an unfamiliar old house.

Mai Sui was sitting cross-legged on the sofa knitting woolen gloves. When she saw Zhou Shihe coming up with someone, she immediately stopped what she was doing and asked:
"Shihe, why are you here? I was thinking of going to accompany you later."

Li Heng interrupted: "I invited him here."

After saying that, he stared at the gloves in her hand and asked, "They don't look like girls' gloves. Can you knit them for me?"

Mai Sui subconsciously glanced at Zhou Shihe.

Zhou Shihe smiled cleverly and pretended not to see or hear anything. She lowered her head and picked up a book from the coffee table. It was the single volume of "To Live" that Mai Sui was reading before.

After thinking for a moment, Mai Sui generously handed a pair of knitted gloves to Li Heng, "Try it on and see if it fits. If not, I can modify it."

Li Heng took it, put it on his right hand, turned it around and praised, "It's quite comfortable. This wool is not cheap."

Mai Sui said, "Shi He gave it to me."

Li Heng was curious: "Classmate Shihe, you can do this too?"

Zhou Shihe smiled and nodded, "I learned it from a friend. I thought it was fun."

Li Heng asked Mai Sui: "Can you knit a sweater?"

Mai Sui didn't answer at first, but looked at her best friend with a pleading look.

Zhou Shihe lowered his head and flipped through the book while saying concisely, "Yes."

Mai Sui raised his head, smiled softly and asked, "What color do you want?"

Li Heng pointed at her coat and said, "Light white is nice."

Wheat Ear said, "This color doesn't stand up to dirt."

Li Heng waved his hands and said proudly, "A gentleman like me has no chance of being dirty. You can use any color you want, be bold."

After saying that, he looked at his left wrist and found that it was almost 8 o'clock. He was so scared that he didn't dare to waste any more time and went into the study.

Zhou Shihe waited until the study door closed before speaking again: "You also watch To Live?"

No wonder she asked this question. In dormitory 213, all the sisters had passed around the book "To Live", but Mai Sui was the only one who was indifferent to it. Everyone thought that Sui Sui didn't like the book by writer December.

When her best friend asked, Mai Sui had to answer, "I've read it seven times."

Hearing this, Zhou Shihe raised his head, looked at her silently for a while, and asked after a long while: "I heard that December is from Shao City, do you know him?"

"Yeah." Wheat Ear nodded.

Zhou Shihe said: "There was a newspaper report that December was a teacher at Shao City No. 1 Middle School. You also graduated from No. 1 Middle School. Is that true?"

This question stumped Mai Sui. He didn't know whether to lie or be honest.
Lying to her bestie went against her original intention.

But betraying him would go against her bottom line.

Seeing the hesitation on her face, Zhou Shihe pouted her clever little mouth and turned the pages of the book with her fingers. After a long time, she suddenly said, "At the age of 18, how did he write this book?"

"Ah?" Mai Sui exclaimed in surprise.

Zhou Shihe's eyes flashed with cunning, and he smiled knowingly and said, "I wasn't sure at first, but aren't you betraying him?"

"Me!" Wheat Ear was speechless.

She instantly understood what the problem was?
Her hesitation just now was clearly not in line with her style.

But there were some things that neither of them had revealed, and they pretended to be ignorant. In fact, Zhou Shihe's guess was completely a sudden inspiration, and she had never thought about it before.

However, her sudden inspiration was supported by enough reasons:
First, Mai Sui actually looked at it 7 times, which was unusual.

Second, Mai Sui knew the writer December, but she was hesitant. It was obvious that this writer was not only familiar to her, but also someone she particularly cared about.

How many people could she care about so much? Excluding her relatives and parents, the answer is obvious.

Third, when someone has time, he goes to his study room. When he has time, he goes to his study room. The study room is mysterious and full of doubts. This is very consistent with the image of a scholar.

Fourth, according to Mai Sui's daily talk, Li Heng comes from a rural village, his parents are farmers in their hometown, and his family background is ordinary, but he can live in No. 26 Lushan Village. This already explains too many things.

Fifth, Zhou Shihe once found several sacks of letters in the corner of Li Heng's study. At that time, she just thought it was strange, like love letters but not love letters, but they were not close enough to casually walk over and check. Now thinking about it, it should be that the reader believed it.

Plus Mr. Yu's special care for him.
All of the above is enough to make Zhou Shihe wonder if Li Heng is the writer December?

But then again, before asking the question, Zhou Shihe himself felt that it was too absurd and the probability was low.

But the best friend's reaction directly turned the low-probability event into a 100% event.

Holding the single volume of "To Live" tightly in both hands, Zhou Shihe was far from calm as he appeared to be. He was internally digesting this shocking news.

It took a full minute and a half for Zhou Shihe to recover from her shock and look at her best friend.

Seeing this, Mai Sui simply stopped hiding it and said depressedly: "While I am still stupid now, if you have anything to ask, just ask."

Zhou Shihe smiled gently, glanced in the direction of the study, closed the book in his hand, and asked to confirm: "Did he really write "To Live"?

Wheat Ear replied: "It's him."

Speculations are just speculations, but once they become reality, the impact is still the same as before. Zhou Shihe fell silent for a while.

Seeing her best friend like this, Mai Sui recalled: “In fact, when I first learned that he was a writer, I was even more confused than you.

On the contrary, my friend accepted it very quickly and she even used the example of "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" to enlighten me. "

Zhou Shihe asked gently, "When did you find out?"

Mai Sui said: "On the eve of the college entrance examination."

Zhou Shihe asked: "How long have you been so close?"

There was a pause when she said this.

At this point, Mai Sui said somewhat unnaturally: "We were very close in high school, and even closer in college."

The words were vague, but Zhou Shihe automatically imagined the whole process, "Xiao Han is his first love?"

Mai Sui instinctively wanted to answer, but then said helplessly: "Don't ask me about his relationship. I promised him that I would not interfere in his personal feelings."

Zhou Shihe stared at her best friend, appearing surprised.

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