After dark, Ion Lane becomes more lonely and desolate.

The black market is not open, and there are only a few pedestrians on the street. Almost half of the shops along the street are closed, and the occasional ones that are open are also unusually deserted.

Mo Qing was fascinated by the wind and snow, and his voice was as cool as the night: "Is there a hot pot restaurant here?"

"Yes." Jiang Ke walked beside her with a leisurely pace.

Mo Qing tilted her head to look at him.

It only took half a quarter of an hour to get here from the subway station, and Jiang Ke's shoulders were already dyed white.

The snow was falling heavily, dyeing it orange under the dim yellow street lights.

"Have you been to Dongshi City before?" Jiang Ke seemed to be chatting with her.

"Been here."

"Where's Ion Lane?"

"Um."

"What's the difference from now?"

"There's not much difference." Mo Qing said calmly.

After a while, she saw the spacious and clean roads and the bright street lights, and added: "Life has gotten better."

When mentioning the past and witnessing the present, Mo Qing is always calm, without any melancholy or emotion.

She is like a spectator.

In this era, her shadow has never been left. And she was erased by history a hundred years ago.

"It's almost the end."

Mo Qing looked at the wall at the end of Ion Lane, frowning slightly, thinking that if she was being teased, Jiang Ke would not want to go back with all her limbs intact.

Jiang's mean eyelids raised slightly: "Yeah."

The wind blew his broken hair, and the swirling snowflakes fell on his feverish hair, adding a bit of white, like shining stars in the light.

Mo Qing kicked her hand into her pocket, and when she made a fist, she touched the warm hand warmer. Her fingertips paused, and after a moment, she grabbed the hand warmer and stopped thinking about how to beat him.

"This way." Jiang Ke reminded when he reached the end.

At the end of Ion Lane is another street that runs through this old city.

Mo Qing looked to the left and saw pedestrians wandering along the street, vendors selling snacks and snacks, and a row of lively open restaurants.

People are breathing white steam in the wind and snow, and steam is rising from the fire. In buildings that have lasted for hundreds of years, generations of people have grown up and have the same life trajectory.

"This is a restaurant street planned by the government. Many old shops have moved here and are managed uniformly," Jiang Ke said.

He walked to the street on the right.

Mo Qing followed up: "What's the hot pot you're talking about?"

"Chen Ji Hot Pot." Jiang Ke looked at the sign in front of him, then looked at Mo Qing, "It is said that the recipe for the hot pot base has been passed down from ancestors for more than a hundred years."

"Um."

"Eat?"

Mo Qing looked at him deeply, then looked forward and replied: "I've eaten."

After a pause, she asked: "Did you look for it specially?"

"The last time I came here to sell medicinal materials, I heard what the vendors said."

When Mo Qing said he wanted to eat hot pot, the first thing he thought of was this restaurant.

"Oh." Mo Qing's eyes flashed slightly.

*

The charcoal hot pot used in Chenji Hot Pot has a light base and the soup is as clear as water, but as soon as you drink it, the mellow taste spreads on the tip of your tongue, which is a kind of enjoyment.

In winter, especially on snowy days, many people come to eat hot pot, and the store is packed with customers.

Mo Qing and Jiang Ke were lucky. There happened to be an empty table when they went there, so they had hot pot successfully without waiting much.

The two used chopsticks for the first time and picked up a piece of tofu at the same time.

They looked at each other.

Mo Qing took the tofu away and Jiang Ke took the next piece.

"Do you want to talk about the coincidence between us?" While eating hot tofu, Mo tilted his head and looked at Jiang Ke.

"I can't find an entry point for the moment." Jiang Ke looked back at her, paused, and raised his lower lip with interest, "How about we talk about Jiang Yan?"

"No chat."

Mo Qing decisively refused.

Jiang Ke was not surprised and said quietly: "Then there's no need to talk about it."

If you don’t want to talk, don’t talk.

Mo Qing lowered his head to eat hot pot, but his thoughts kept spreading.

When she was staying in Dongshi City, she often ate hot pot with Jiang Yan and became very familiar with the boss at the time. She said it was the secret recipe for hot pot, but she cheated her out of it with two copper coins.

The current recipe has been improved and the taste is different from the previous one, but better.

As the hot pot meal came to an end, Jiang Ke suddenly asked, "Have you left any prescriptions?"

Mo Qing replied casually: "A lot."

"Where?"

"Leave it to the state."

Jiang Ke glanced at her suspiciously.

"There are also some folk remedies that have been rejected by authoritative experts in Chinese herbal medicine, saying they are some evil practices." Mo Qing was drinking soup, holding a spoon in her hand. She twisted her fingers around the handle of the spoon and raised her eyebrows with a chuckle, "I

Find a way to disperse among the people."

"What can I do?" Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes.

"Want to know?" Mo Qing smiled calmly, picked up the soup bowl, and said leisurely, "Check it out yourself."

She drank soup from a bowl slowly and gracefully.

Jiang Ke looked at her for two seconds and then looked away.

…

When I walked out of the hot pot restaurant, it was snowing harder outside, and the falling snowflakes made everything on the street blurry.

Jiang Ke's cell phone rang, it was Peng Zhong calling.

The moment he answered the phone, Mo Qing noticed that his looseness and relaxation were gone. When she raised her eyes, she found that his eyebrows and eyes had become serious, and his tone of voice had changed.

Mo Qing specially stretched out his hand and gave him a thumbs up.

Jiang Ke turned a blind eye.

Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Qing looked around, and finally his eyes fell on a candy seller's stall.

Soon, Jiang Ke hung up the phone: "Let's go."

Mo Qing looked at the row of candy people: "Buy one."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Ke glanced at it lightly and said, "Buy it yourself."

Mo Qing thought for a while and took out a black card.

Jiang Ke: "..."

If there was anything Jiang Ke regretted most recently, attending a parent-teacher meeting was one, and giving Mo Qing a black card was another.

——Jiang Ke still hasn’t figured out the motive behind giving Mo Qing the black card.

Raising his hand to pinch his eyebrows, Jiang Ke walked towards the candy man stall. After two steps, he realized that Mo Qing was about to follow, so he paused.

"You stand here." Jiang Ke warned.

Mo Qing glanced at the heavy snowfall outside the eaves.

The next moment, Jiang Ke had already walked into the snow.

His back was straight and his shoulders were broad, his shadow blended into the night, and he slowly walked toward the street vendors with lights on.

Mo Qing was not an obedient person, but this time, she stood there and looked at Jiang Ke's back quietly.

She thought of the man who, when she couldn't communicate, stood on the street holding up a candy man and teasing her like a cat. It was annoying, but he was laughing so happily at that time.

The life of a young man is like a dream.

Later, she never saw him smile so brightly again.

"Give."
To be continued...