When Li Zhubu and others saw that they were knocking on the stakes, they were still shocked and could not move the cunning rabbit, so they could only give up.

Magistrate Shao walked to the file library again and cared about Zhang Ping who was stuck in the old book pile.

"Mr. Zhang, you can do things slowly and gradually progress, so you don't have to hurry up. Don't stay up late at night. If you have a strong energy, you will be full of energy and full of energy, so you can do things."

The care was so deep that even Chen Chou, who was looking for Zhang Ping in the corner, shook secretly. After Magistrate Shao left, he whispered to Zhang Ping: "Mr. Magistrate, don't think you were sent by the Beijing to catch his braid. The days you left, you invited me to dinner. Be good, there was a big table of dishes, and toasted them to pick up dishes, which almost scared me to the bottom of the table. The bites I ate were accumulated in my heart for several days." He said, "By the way, this meal I ate will not be counted on you. I said you are the same or the officials, right?"

Zhang Ping looked at him deeply and said, "No."

Chen Chong coughed and moved his eyes away. Another thing was making him feel uncomfortable. That is, Zhang Ping was a little strange after returning from Beijing.

Chen Chou was sure that he was not thinking too much or suspicious, and Zhang Ping seemed to be... always looking at him.

As long as he is with Zhang Ping, Zhang Ping's eyes always seem to be hanging on him. Chen Chou raised his eyes intentionally or unintentionally, and could meet Zhang Ping's sight. After meeting, Zhang Ping did not dodge and continued to look at him with deep eyes.

Chen Chou felt like he had thorns all over his body, which was very uncomfortable. He tried not to care about this matter and did not look at Zhang Ping's face very much, but he could still feel Zhang Ping's gaze all the time, like a spider silk sticking to it, lingering like a shadow.

Zhang Ping also asked Chen Chou a question.

"Why do you intercourse with me?"

this……

Chen Chou couldn't help but stutter in Zhang Ping's fixed gaze.

"I really don't remember this... I thought it was all the same class as the exam, so I just got to know each other..."

How did you get to know each other? Chen Chou flipped through his head like a mess, and it seemed that he took the initiative to say hello to Zhang Ping and get close to him.

"There are many people in Beijing in the same class, why is it me?"

this……

In early winter, the yard was breeze blew, which was really not warm, but Chen Chou wanted to sweat a little.

At that time, Chen Chou also heard from others that a candidate from the northwest had a strange temper and didn't talk much to others. Chen Chou was curious for a moment, and when he happened to meet, he greeted him, and Zhang Ping responded in a depressed manner. Then he met again, chatted again, met again, and chatted again. Chen Chou found that although Zhang Ping did not take the initiative to talk to others, he was actually quite easy to talk to. Chen Chou was often looked down upon and ridiculed. When he got along with people like Zhang Ping, he would not worry about such things.

Just, just get familiar with each other...

"When you meet, you will be destined to meet... If you are destined to meet, you will be in contact with each other. There are many friends and multiple ways..."

"Oh." Zhang Ping stared at him, "I have no close friends except you, so I asked him."

"Well, hehe~~" Chen Chou sweated coldly, and found that he accidentally met Zhang Ping's gaze again. Zhang Ping's eyes were dark and confused, as if he was thinking: "I'm also thinking, why there was no one else at that time, you were the only one."

Chen Chou was sweating profusely, and flew back to his sight, using the excuse of being anxious to urinate.

Early this morning, after Chen Chou got up, he opened the window to wash his face, and suddenly there was an inexplicable chill on the back of his head. When he turned around, he saw Zhang Ping standing in the corridor, looking at him quietly.

Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?

Chen Chou sobbed in his heart, but he did not dare to show any doubts on his face. He was about to carry the booklet and go back to the corner of the pile of books, but Zhang Ping, who was still looking at him, suddenly said, "Tonight, I will treat you to wine."

"No, there is no need..." Chen Chong smiled hard, "Don't we eat together every day... Cough cough, do we eat at the same table? I will help you eat here."

Chen Chou also knew that it was useless to say this. In the evening, he was looking for a way to escape. Zhang Ping was already holding a few oil paper bags and a small wine jar, and it appeared like a ghost.

Chen Chou had to follow Zhang Ping to the dining room. The servant brought a brazier, thoughtfully inserted the window and tightened the door. The charcoal fire in the basin crackled, the wine on the small mud stove was gushing, and Chen Chou's sweat beads burst out. Zhang Ping put a chicken wing into Chen Chou's bowl: "This braised chicken is very good, I ate it the day before yesterday."

Chen Chou said, "Thank you, thank you."

Zhang Ping also picked up another chicken wing and chewed it slowly. Chen Chou kept telling himself in his heart that it was just two chicken wings, and there should be no other metaphor.

Zhang Ping spit out the chicken bones and cummed again: "Why don't you eat it? It's so delicious."

Chen Chou grabbed the chicken wings and took a bite: "Yeah, that's good."

Zhang Ping took the towel next to him and wiped his hands, took the wine pot and filled the old wine glass.

"Brother Chen, I have another thing to ask. If you interact with others, will you be alienated from me?"
Chapter completed!