On the TV in the living room, there are currently popular TV series playing.
Xu Shizheng saw the wonderful part, and there was a burst of joyful laughter outside.
Jing Miao, who was in the stage of changing her voice, her voice was still slightly hoarse, was acting like a spoiled child to Father Jing: "Dad, it's the mobile phone used by the hero! I want that! Buy it for me!"
Father Jing's voice was soft, and he said angrily, "What kind of mobile phone should you buy, be obedient, you are now at a critical stage, and learning is the most important thing."
"Buy it, buy it," Jing Miao hugged Father Jing's arm and kept shaking it: "Dad, buy it for me, okay? My classmates have them all. I promise I won't delay my studies, okay? Okay? "
Father Jing coughed, but couldn't resist his son's request: "Okay, I'll buy it for you! But you can't let your studies go, do you hear me?"
Jing Miao cheered, "Dad, you are so kind!"
Jing Ci stood barefoot on the cool floor, listening to the laughter outside, lowered his eyes slightly.
After a while, he picked up his phone.
In the box in 1982, Zheng Que sang a song, put down the microphone, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and turned to look at He Porridge next to him: "What the hell time is it? Why isn't Brother Jiao here yet? "
Zheng Que celebrates his birthday next Tuesday, just in time for school. A group of friends discussed in private, and decided to open a box in 1982 to celebrate Zheng Que's birthday, plus consume the month-end leave.
Zheng Que is usually very popular, but tonight a crowd of people came to a box, and as soon as he entered the room, he opened the door and started crying and howling.
"I don't know what he's doing," He Porridge said while eating the fruit, "Let him come with us, but he won't. He said he was going home to take a shower and change clothes. Oh no, why is he doing something like this from now on?" ?”
Peng Chengcheng drank two bottles of beer and was a little tipsy at the moment. Hearing this, he said expressionlessly, "Idol burden."
He Porridge rolled his eyes: "I've convinced him." After a pause, he said again: "Not necessarily, maybe it's an excuse that he went home to get a present for Lao Zheng."
When Zheng Que heard this, he was eager to try: "If you don't say that I haven't thought about a gift yet, if you say so, why am I looking forward to it so much?"
Several people were talking, the door of the box was pushed open, and Yingjiao walked in from the outside, wearing a black casual clothes.
"I'll go." Listening to this out-of-key song, he rubbed his ears and frowned, "Are you screaming at the moon?"
"Don't talk about whether you have it or not!" Zheng Que jumped up in front of him and stretched out his hand: "Where is my gift?"
Yingjiao looked at him with pursed lips: "What gift? Isn't my coming the biggest gift?"
Zheng Que: "..."
He Congee looked at him inexplicably: "Brother Jiao, let's celebrate Old Zheng's birthday early today, so take it easy."
Yingjiao snorted and took out a gift box from his pocket and threw it to Zheng Que: "Take it and play."
He bypassed Zheng Que, sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of drink, inserted a straw, and looked at his phone while drinking.
There are a lot of new news, but none of them are from Jing Ci.
Yingjiao gritted his teeth lightly, not replying to his messages, right, this little heartless...
"Wow!!!" Zheng Que hurriedly opened the gift box, and immediately exclaimed in surprise: "LP's earphones! I've wanted them for a long time!" He scrambled and ran to Yingjiao, Salivating a face: "Dad! What else do you need? Do you want fruit? Do you want beer? I'll get it for you!"
He Porridge didn't notice his doggy appearance: "Old Zheng, calm down, it's just a pair of earphones."
"What do you know?!" Zheng Que raised his head like a fighting cock, and retorted loudly: "Is this an ordinary earphone?! This is an LP earphone! A pair costs more than three thousand!!"
"Okay, okay," He Porridge didn't argue with him, "Just as long as you are happy."
Zheng Que looked at Yingjiao with bright eyes: "Father!"
"Go away," Yingjiao turned on the phone screen and pushed him away impatiently: "Don't bother me."
"Okay! Let's get out!" Zheng Que walked away happily holding the earphones.
He Porridge sat down next to Yingjiao, wondering: "Brother Jiao, what are you doing? Why are you always looking at your phone?" He leaned over to take a look, but when Yingjiao raised his hand, He Porridge only saw a WeChat chat interface.
"Is something really wrong?"
Yingjiao is not in a good mood at the moment, and he doesn't bother to talk to him. He clicked on the screen of his mobile phone, and just about to enter something, a new message suddenly popped up——
[Jing]: It's not uncomfortable, I've already eaten, thank you.
After a few seconds, another message came—
[Scene]: Have you eaten
A smile finally appeared in Yingjiao's eyes. He raised his phone, took a picture of the coffee table, and edited the message with his head bowed—
[Jiao]: Not yet, celebrating Zheng Que's birthday. No serious food, but a bunch of messy things[Picture]
[Jiao]: My head hurts from howling a bunch of idiots, what are you doing
The phone buzzed, and finally there was some sound in the quiet room. Compared with the bustling living room, it no longer seemed lonely and deserted.
Jing Ci put down his pen, and when he replied to the message, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his lips—
[Scene]: Do homework.
[Scene]: Have you finished memorizing "Pipa Xing"
In the box, Yingjiao was drinking a drink, and when he saw the new news, he choked up.
He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth while replying to Jing Ci. He typed more than half of a sentence, thought about it, deleted it and re-edited—
[Jiao]: What reward do you have after I recite it
Jing Ci frowned slightly, and replied seriously—
[Scene]: Learning is for yourself.
[Jiao]: Can't it work, little classmate, don't you give me some motivation
[Scene]: Then what do you want
[Jiao]: Pinch my face again
Jing Ci pursed his lips, remembering the scene when Ying Jiao pinched his face that day, his cheeks felt a little hot. He buckled down the phone screen, picked up the pen and continued to write the paper, ignoring Yingjiao.
Yingjiao didn't get entangled either, but just sent Jingci a few pictures of them playing together from time to time, or told him something interesting.
Just like that, while Jing Ci was doing his homework, he watched the messages from Yingjiao, occasionally replied a sentence or two, and never thought about the living room again.
Jing Ci had formed a biological clock, and woke up before six o'clock the next morning. He didn't go back to sleep, and went directly to the bathroom to wash up.
The Jing family's house is more than 100 square meters, with three bedrooms and one living room, and only one bathroom.
Jing Ci was halfway through washing when Jing Miao came in cursing suddenly: "You're crazy! You get up so early on the big weekend! Why don't you let others sleep?!"
Jing Ci's washing was not loud, and he even closed the bathroom door on purpose. Even if there was any movement, it would not affect Jing Miao, whose room was farthest from the bathroom.
He wiped off the drops of water on his face, and looked at Jing Miao indifferently: "Is there a rule at home that you can't get up at six o'clock?"
"You!" Jing Miao choked, looked at Jing Ci with her chin raised, and said confidently: "Anyway, you can't interfere with my sleep!"
Jing Ci glanced at him, ignored him, and walked past him expressionlessly.
His ignoring attitude stimulated Jing Miao, and Jing Miao rushed in front of him and blocked his way: "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me talking to you?!"
"Get out of the way," Jing Ci looked down at him, with a calm tone without any ups and downs: "You are blocking the way."
Jing Miao didn't know what was going on, but when he looked at him like this, she suddenly felt a little trembling in her heart.
Although Jing Ci used to have an arrogant attitude and always liked to yell, he was never afraid of him and only regarded him as a paper tiger. However, today, Jing Ci stopped barking and uttering harsh words, he was afraid.
Jing Miao unconsciously stepped aside, Jing Ci didn't even look at him, and went straight back to her room.
He planned to go out later and find a place to do his homework. When the school opens in the afternoon, go straight back to school. The day after tomorrow, I will study with the third-year students in the classroom.
Everywhere in the house made him feel uncomfortable.
When Jing Ci packed up and was ready to go out, Father Jing also got up. Seeing his neat and tidy appearance, he frowned suddenly. He wanted to say something, but he thought that it would be good for Jing Ci to leave, so he closed his mouth.
He took out his mobile phone and looked at Jing Ci calmly: "I will transfer this month's living expenses to you now. You can save some money. If you don't have enough, don't come back to ask for it. I won't spoil you anymore."
After a pause, he added another sentence: "Don't come back if you have nothing to do, just stay in school."
The phone vibrated, and Jing Ci glanced down, it was the transfer information.
Father Jing transferred a total of 1,000 yuan to him.
"I see." Jing Ci nodded, bent over to change his shoes, and left the house without looking back.
Father Jing shook his head from behind: "The bigger you get, the less promising you are, and you don't even say hello when you leave..."
It was the end of the month holiday, and most of the shops around the school were empty. Jing Ci found a dessert shop, ordered a cup of sea salt green milk, and wrote papers while drinking.
Yesterday he finished most of the homework in one go, and there were only three or two kittens left in the unwritten papers. Jing Ci planned to go to the bookstore after finishing the rest of the homework, find a few interesting books, and read them when he has nothing to do.
At noon, Jing Ci ate at the fly restaurant nearby, and then went to the bookstore.
He looked up and glanced at the sign on the bookshelf, walked straight to the science knowledge area, selected several Olympiad books, and picked out a "History of Mathematics" and a "Elements of Geometry". The bag walked out of the bookstore.
The school didn't open until 2:30 in the afternoon, and Jing Ji was thinking about where to stay for an hour in between, when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, he changed the plastic bag to his left hand, stretched his right hand into his pocket and took out cell phone.
[Jiao]: What are you doing
Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and replied simply—
[Scene]: Do homework.
[Proud]: At home
[Scene]: Yes.
[Pride]: You turn around.
Jing Ci froze for a moment, but didn't move, another message popped up.
[Proud]: Look back.
Jing Ci held the phone and turned around slowly.
Yingjiao was standing behind him, and when he saw him turn around, he curled his lips into a smile: "I caught a little classmate who was lying."
The author has something to say: Because of harmony, "Crossing into a school bully's ex-boyfriend [Chuan Shu]" has been changed to "Crafting into a school grass's ex-boyfriend [Crossing a book]", please don't delete your favorites. Small theater, Yingjiao: What is fate? Just look at me and Jing Ci.