MTL - It’s Colder Today-Chapter 1

When Wei Zongying drove the last lap like a desperate lunatic, he continued to accelerate, the sound wave was manic, and the exclamation of the audience in the racing track was one after another.

The Arabic numerals representing the time on the electronic display are constantly beating.

Not long ago, a car that failed to turn and fell off the track caught fire, and the fire had just been extinguished.

Wei Congying didn't seem to be affected in any way, and he didn't slow down. He was like an arrow off the string, and the sound of the racing car stimulated everyone's hearing. When crossing the line at the end, Fang Xiaolin's legs in the stands were numb.

When he saw Wei Zongying stop the car, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't know if it was his breath or his soul.

Their mutual friends saw it, cheered Wei Cong, and laughed at Lin Fang: "What are you doing? I should really share A Cong's courage with you."

With the support of his girlfriend, Lin Fang managed to stand still by holding on to the handrail on the stand: "Damn it, he just finished his confinement, I went to his house to pick him up to play. If something happened to him, my dad would let me Is it okay to be buried with you?"

As he said that, Lin Fang rubbed his legs and continued to mutter: "Damn it, I knew he was going to race again, and I wouldn't bring him here even if we broke up."

It's not easy for Lin Fang. The racers don't know it, so he got off the car. He took off his protective gear and rubbed his hair messed up by the protective gear and helmet. He walked quickly to the auditorium, turned his head to look at the new record refreshed on the electronic screen, and smiled at the few people in the same room: "Is he handsome?"

Lin Fang punched him in the chest, threw himself on him, grabbed his collar, and wanted to cry without tears: "Handsome, so handsome that my legs are weak. You drive down there, and I am in the stands, and my soul is in the stands." You chase after the car. You have an accident, what should I do?"

"Don't cry like you have a crush on me." Wei Congying threw him the protective gear in his hand and teased him, "Do you want my brother to take you for a walk?"

Of course, this proposal was not approved by Lin Fang, and he immediately pulled Wei Zongying to the sidelines.

The cheers in the field continued, the roar of the engine and the smell of burning tires stimulated the blood in the body.

He is a natural pursuit of excitement.

On the way back, Lin Fang did not hand over the steering wheel to Wei Congying, but drove for sixty yards to take Wei Congying back to his apartment. On the road, the elders talked endlessly like "you are the only son in your family" and "you can't do anything".

Wei Congying got tired of hearing that, put his arm on the car door, and turned to look at him: "Lin Fang, didn't you realize that you forgot your girlfriend at the racing track?"

Hearing this, Lin Fang slammed on the brakes without thinking about traffic safety at all, and directly parked the car in place, giving Wei Congying a chance to kiss the seat on the back of the head.

Inertia makes people rush forward, and then is pulled back by the seat belt. The entire back was hit on the seat, and the seat of the blue and white car was still hard, and Wei Cong should be quite hurt from the impact.

Lin Fang turned his head to look at the empty back seat, and said it was over. But it immediately returned to normal: "Forget it, anyway, I was going to leave anyway."

Lin Fang said so, but he stopped the car by the side of the road, unlocked the door, and said to Wei Congying, "Your apartment is only one block away, so walk back by yourself. Send me a message when you get home, do you know?"

Wei Congying unbuckled his seat belt, made two perfunctory bangs, closed the car door, and was suddenly free. It wasn't Wei Zong who answered obediently and went home, walking towards the supper stall with his hands in his pockets.

It's not yet warm enough in April, and he's wearing a denim jacket lined with Arc'teryx's black round neck and long sleeves.

Before entering the supper stall, he could smell the smell of cumin and charcoal fire. The boss's business is very good. Just after zero o'clock, it is the best time for business. After ordering, he is looking for a seat with a beer.

In the end, he found a girl who was alone in the corner.

The table was not big, and there were four or five empty glass bottles on the table. He asked if it was possible to join the table. Some drunk people at the other end of the table didn't look up, they put their hands on their foreheads, as if they had drunk too much, they only hummed lightly.

Wei Congying actually doesn't like bright colors, dark colors are his favorite. But I have to admit that the person in front of me is wearing a very nice orange dress. She wears a long black knit sweater, her curly hair is pinned behind her ears, and she wears it on the ear that Wei Cong should see. Four earrings.

Wei Congying took out his mobile phone and saw the message Lin Fang had sent him not long ago.

Maybe it was sent during the traffic lights, reminding Wei Cong to go home directly and not to make fun of his life.

Wei Congying ignored Lin Fang's news, and the supper was healed. He got up to get it, and when he came back, he realized that he had forgotten to return a bottle opener.

The plastic chair was not easy to open the bottle cap, and when he was about to get up from the annoyance, the woman opposite looked up.

Rather than a woman, a girl might be more accurate. Although the makeup on his face was a bit heavy, he still looked like a college student at best.

If she drank all the wine on the table, then she would be a shameless person. The face is not red, the neck is not red, only the eyes are red, Wei Cong should feel that the possibility of crying cannot be ruled out. Those eyes are beautiful, like water cut.

She suddenly smiled at herself: "Why are you here?"

Wei Congying was taken aback, he swore he didn't know the person in front of him. Maybe the drunkard mistook the person, so he didn't answer.

She reached out to ask for the wine bottle in his hand, then picked up the chopsticks on the table, and with a light pry, the glass bottle cap was in her hand.

Very skilled at opening bottles.

Her previous non-answer didn't seem to have affected her. After she handed him the wine bottle, she looked at herself with her chin resting on her cheeks, her eyes full of fermented love: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, from daytime until dark , they all said you wouldn't come."

Who said?

Wei Congying labeled her as liking him, but seeing how infatuated she was, her tone of voice was infatuated, and her eyes were infatuated. But I don't have any records of her in my memory, so she won't be in love with her all the time, right?

But she seemed to be too drunk. After saying this, she lay down on the table and fell asleep completely.

It was only left for Wei Congying who didn't quite understand to admire the top of her head.

Wei Congying sat across from her, with beer and barbecue. To be honest, BBQ is not that tasty. If you put too much pepper, the carbon doesn't seem to be very good. The taste of carbon is attached to the surface of the food, which makes the taste of the grilled a lot worse.

Some were shamefully wasted in the end, and he routinely used donations to counteract the guilt of wasting food.

The person opposite was still lying on his stomach, and an empty soda can rolled to the edge of the table not far away, landed on the ground and crawled for a certain distance, and was finally crushed by a foot.

Lin Fang sent him a message, asking if he was home and asking him to take a photo for himself.

He cares more about him than his own parents.

Concerned about it, Wei Congying pretended not to see it, and when he turned his attention away from the phone, he heard laughter from the side.

Bad laugh.

As soon as he looked up, he saw several drunk and ugly men set their eyes on the girl opposite him. She didn't know what kind of situation she was in, so she just passed out drunk.

Wei Congying had already eaten and wanted to leave, but it's not good to just leave the girl opposite here alone.

But take it away, in case the fairy jumps and wrongs him, he will not be happy.

He chose a compromise method, that is, he did not disappoint the girl's love for him, and did not leave him hidden dangers—Wei Congying sent her to the police duty room.

Wei Congying pulled her up from the chair, and she regained consciousness briefly from the movement of being pulled up. Her vision was blurry, but she could clearly see the plates on the table, and said in a somewhat critical tone, "You're wasting food."

Wei Congying supported her, hummed and apologized, but in a very insincere tone: "I'm sorry."

When Shi Yun woke up in the morning, there was nothing in his body that was not uncomfortable. She drank a lot of alcohol, but before she could break up, the policeman on duty explained the situation to her, saying that a kind person passing by sent her here.

She was covered with a coat, a denim jacket, and she could still smell the barbecue faintly.

Shi Yun thanked the people in the duty room embarrassingly. He spent the whole night on the bench last night, and now he feels uncomfortable all over.

The morning sun fell on her face, and Shi Yun inexplicably felt as if she had passed away, and she raised her head to feel the sun. The sunlight that wasn't too harsh but also had a hint of the chill from last night turned everything in sight after closing his eyes into a slightly orange color.

Suddenly, I thought of the person I met yesterday, that face really... resembles him.

Shi Yun bought a lot of breakfast at the intersection, and asked the boss to take her to the police duty room instead, apologizing for the trouble she caused yesterday.

The place where I had supper yesterday was very close to the old campus of Capital University, but it still took twenty minutes to walk back to the dormitory.

After graduating from undergraduate, the dormitory environment has also been improved a lot. There are four people in a dormitory, and Shi Yun has a better relationship with a girl named Shi Yuan who is in the same major as the bed next door.

Of the other two people in the dormitory, one lived in the cell room to catch reports, and the other was used as free labor to substitute for the tutor.

When Shi Yun returned to the dormitory lightly, Shi Yuan was alone. Shi Yuan was not sleeping, wearing glasses, instead of lying on the bed, she was sitting on the chair below, holding a notebook to catch up with homework.

Hearing when Shi Yun opened the door, she turned her head and greeted the person at the door: "Are you back?"

"Well, you got up so early?" Seeing that she was awake, Yun didn't deliberately let go, please slow down.

Shi Yuan continued typing on the keyboard: "I haven't slept all night."

"Didn't sleep all night?" Shi Yun put the coat that the man covered her last night on her chair, walked behind Shi Yuan and prepared to help her with her homework as best she could.

Shi Yuan sighed: "I didn't sleep all night, just catching up with homework. I haven't finished writing yet... No, I even broke up."

Shi Yun was taken aback, she didn't care much about her roommate's emotional life, but Shi Yuan seemed to have been talking with her boyfriend for many years.

Shi Yuan sat cross-legged on the lazy sofa, and left her hands from the computer keyboard: "Suddenly I felt that he was very humble. We went to the restaurant for dinner yesterday and met a boy who was selling detergent. I want to say that if you don't buy it, you won't buy it. As a result, he insisted on discussing the ingredient list with others, and then used his chemical knowledge to criticize the other party’s detergent ingredients, which was dish soap mixed with water. At that time, everyone around him was looking at him, and I felt so embarrassed.”

Shi Yun was only in a daze for a short while. She saw Shi Yuan's gift on the table, and thought of the junior who had pursued Shi Yuan for several weeks. She's not Shi Yuan, so I don't know if Shi Yuan really turned her head down on her boyfriend suddenly after breaking up, or because she got her head on someone else.

He just gave a perfunctory hum, and didn't feel like helping her with her homework, so she went to bed to catch up on sleep.

Shi Yuan didn't seem to notice Shi Yun's resentment, and asked again: "Yesterday, you went to burn paper for your mother in Qingming, did you wear this bright dress?"

There was another perfunctory 'hmm' from the mosquito net.

The day she met Wei Zongying again, Shi Yun had classes all day during the day, and went to the library to catch up on group homework at night. The boy sitting opposite her in the study area in the library kept shaking his legs.

After Shi Yun's table trembled for two minutes, she kicked him under the table as a warning. The other party did not get angry, but bowed his head apologetically.

But it didn't stop, shaking his legs seemed to have become his instinctive little habit.

Shi Yun looked at the unsatisfactory homework, then checked the time on the phone and finally chose to leave.

The weather in the capital in May has not yet warmed up, and I can't see a single star when I look up. Some incomplete moons are hidden behind the clouds, and the moonlight is not as bright as the neon lights on the building next door. The power of the street lights was unstable, and one light flickered a few times before it came on.

The floor of the cafeteria was mopped every day, but I always felt that the soles of my shoes were still a little sticky. Shi Yun brought out a piece of fried rice from the cafeteria, and met Wei Zongying just like that.

At that time, Shi Yun didn't know his name. He was standing under the streetlight facing the cafeteria gate, the cigarette in his mouth had just been lit, and the red dots flickered on and off. He was wearing a black short sleeve with bright graffiti patterns on it. Trousers, sneakers of the same color, and a thick silver chain around his neck.

And squatting next to him was a crying girl.

His expression was indifferent and impatient.

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