Zheng Que's heart is the thickest among several people, and in normal times, he would not bother to care about Yingjiao and Jing Ci's show of affection. With that time, it is better to bow your head and play a game.
But today he was preoccupied with something, a little unhappy, and wanted to divert his attention, so he was the first to speak, and Yingjiao pouted back after a few words.
Zheng Que sat down again, and depressedly dug a big mouthful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
Yingjiao chatted with Jing Ci for a while, feeling refreshed, grabbed a piece of Okonomiyaki, and just wanted to put down his phone and continue eating. Seeing Zheng Que's depressed face, he paused, turned on his phone again, dialed a few numbers and sent a private message to Zheng Que.
Zheng Que didn't understand it for a while, thinking that he was going to play tricks again, and asked vigilantly, "Brother Jiao, what do you mean?"
"The code for the door lock." Ying Jiao took a sip of hot pomelo-flavored black tea, and said casually, "Have you been to my house in Cen Yuewan? That's the code for the door lock."
Zheng Que's throat choked, and the circles of his eyes almost turned red.
His parents had a bad relationship, and there was a big quarrel for three days and a small quarrel for five days. He actually went home tonight, but he couldn't stand the quarrels and throwing things in the room, so he ran out again.
He didn't want to stay in that house for a second.
"Brother Jiao, I..." Zheng Que sniffed, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something. But they are used to hurting each other, and those emotional words can't be said at all.
"Eat." Yingjiao interrupted him, and said lightly: "You can live as long as you want, don't worry, it's my mother's house, and it has nothing to do with the winner."
Last year, Yingjiao and Zheng Que made an appointment to play at Haoyue Bay's villa, but on the way, Ying Shengjun came over with a woman.
Although Yingjiao kicked Yingshengjun out in the end, his interest was almost ruined.
"Thank you, Brother Jiao." Zheng Que silently read the password several times, kept it in his heart, and thanked Yingjiao.
Yingjiao nodded and said nothing.
On the other hand, after chatting with Yingjiao for a while, Jing Ci's mood improved a lot. He packed up his things, and like last time, after lying on the bed and doing most of his homework, he went to the bathroom, took a shower, and fell asleep.
The next day, there was a gathering among relatives of the Jing family, and the venue was at the Jing family.
Father Jing's parents had passed away a long time ago, and there were not many people in his hometown, only Zhao Jinfeng's relatives came.
Zhao Jinfeng is a local, and his family's conditions are quite good. When Jing's father bought the house they live in, the down payment was given by Zhao Jinfeng's family.
She has three older sisters in total, and they are not much different in age, and the children they gave birth to are at most four years apart, which is barely the same age.
At around nine o'clock in the morning, several sisters of the Zhao family came with their husbands and children.
Father Jing and Zhao Jinfeng had already bought the food, and they were busy in the kitchen. But just like that, Father Jing still didn't forget to call Jing Ci out and let him and Jing Miao accompany the guests in the living room.
Jing Miao has a good relationship with several cousins, and they chatted quickly, deliberately leaving Jing Ci aside.
The voices of several people were whispering, and from time to time they got together to talk about something, and their eyes kept looking towards Jing Ci, with mockery in their eyes.
Jing Ci didn't bother to care about their little tricks, and sat at the end of the sofa, silently reviewing the mathematical formulas in his mind.
Elder Sister Zhao glanced at him, and said to Second Sister Zhao in a low voice: "Look at that, I finally look a bit human this time."
Second Sister Zhao sneered: "Embroidered pillow, a straw bag, what's the use of looking good."
Sister Zhao took a kiwi fruit, peeled it and said, "That's right, it's the same as his mother. Speaking of his mother, let me tell you, I met that woman on the road last time."
Third Sister Zhao likes gossip the most, upon hearing this, she immediately joined the conversation: "What's wrong?"
Sister Zhao took a bite of the kiwi fruit and said, "You don't know, that arrogance, tsk tsk. She was wearing a red dress and carrying a Prada on her back. She walked past me arrogantly, holding her daughter in one hand and her husband in the other. It’s like going to a jewelry store to buy a necklace.”
Once women gossip, they will forget the occasion, and the voices of several people can't help but become louder.
Jing Ci was at the side and could hear their conversation clearly.
From crossing to the present, this is the first time Jing Ci heard about Yuanchen's mother.
"I'm doing well now." Third Sister Zhao said with a sour tone, "I can't help it. Men are good-looking, that's what men do."
Second Sister Zhao still had a cold face: "It's all about wearing a good skin with a dark heart. If the child cheats before one year old, this kind of woman is still a person?"
"You said that she is cruel as a mother. They all live in the same city, and they live not far from each other. She never let her son go to her house for a day, and she didn't buy anything for her son."
Third Sister Zhao listened with gusto, and was about to say something when she suddenly met Jing Ci's gaze.
She coughed in embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject abruptly.
After twelve o'clock, a table of food was all set up. The men sat together and exchanged glasses, while the women secretly showed off their husbands and children.
The children of the Zhao family sisters are very competitive. The son of the eldest sister Zhao just passed the local 211 exam this year. The sons of the second sister Zhao and the third sister Zhao are the same age.
Sister Zhao took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth, proudly: "This is all from the experience of someone who has been here. Children must not take the ordinary one for college entrance examinations. Otherwise, they will suffer a lot when they take the postgraduate entrance examination and find a job in the future."
She glanced back and forth between Jing Ci and Jing Miao, and said: "Miaomiao's grades are good, if she continues to keep up, she hopes to be the same as your brother. Jing Ci..."
She smiled inexplicably: "Auntie doesn't demand too much from you in terms of grades, just don't cause trouble for your parents."
Zhao Jinfeng choked suddenly, and quickly winked at Sister Zhao.
She is the person who can't see Jing Ci's good performance the most, and Jing Ci's grades have improved, which made Zhao Jinfeng feel aggrieved and panicked during this period of time.
Who would have thought that when that little bastard like a bastard really made up his mind to start working hard, his grades would be so good
Originally, there were two children in the family, and every aspect of her birth would crush Jing Ci. But now, let alone Jing Miao, even her eldest nephew, who was admitted to 211, was hanged and beaten in front of Jing Ci.
After all, this kind of thing is not a matter of long face. Zhao Jinfeng didn't tell her sisters, but she didn't expect that the car overturned at this moment.
Sister Zhao didn't understand what she meant, and continued: "You see that you talk so little, how will you work after you graduate from high school? You don't even need your personality as a waiter."
Jing Ci raised his eyelids to look at her, and took away the last braised duck wing that she liked.
Sister Zhao who was one step behind stretched out her chopsticks: "..."
Second Sister Zhao also said: "Your aunt is right. Among other things, your younger brother entered the top 50 of his grade in the last exam. After that, he will definitely not go to 985 University. If you can't study well, you have to go somewhere else..."
"Second Sister!" Zhao Jinfeng's face was flushed red, she couldn't bear to listen anymore: "Stop talking."
"What's the matter, Jinfeng?" The second sister Zhao put on disposable gloves slowly, took a big bone, glanced at Jing's father with an unnatural expression, and said, "You are just thinking too much, worrying about this and that, but some If you don't say it directly, the child won't understand it. Just like Jing Ci, in his situation, he won't go to work after graduating from high school... "
Zhao Jinfeng took a deep breath and interrupted her: "Second sister, Jing Ci's grades are quite good."
After saying a word, the eyes of the people at the table turned to her instantly, with sympathy in their eyes.
Sure enough, being a stepmother is difficult, and with Zhao Jinfeng's temper, it is rare to be able to say that Jing Ci's poor grades are good.
Sister Zhao was about to say something when Father Jing put down his chopsticks and said awkwardly, "Elder Sister, Second Sister, Jing Ci's grades are good now."
Sister Zhao and Second Sister Zhao didn't believe it.
Third Sister Zhao burst out laughing, and she straightened her face: "Really? How many people did you advance in this exam?"
With the virtue of this little bastard, I'm afraid it will change from the last one to the second last one, maybe it's because of the diarrhea on the day of the last one.
Everyone at the table looked at Father Jing in unison.
Father Jing wiped his face, tried to make his face look more natural, and said in embarrassment: "Jing Ci was the first in the school last time, and also participated in the National Math League."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, there were gasps one after another on the table.
"how can that be?"
"Positive, positive number?"
"No. 1 in the whole grade in the provincial experiment?"
Father Jing nodded stiffly.
The three sisters of the Zhao family immediately blushed like ducks with their necks strangled, unable to utter a single word.
The juniors in their family even stared at Jing Ci with their jaws dropped.
In the second half of the dinner, the atmosphere was eerie and silent. After lunch, the three sisters of Sister Zhao didn't stay to chat and have afternoon tea as usual, but quickly retreated on the grounds of having something to do.
Father Jing and Zhao Jinfeng's faces were even hotter. Even Jing Miao felt uncomfortable, so she told Father Jing and ran out.
Only Jing Ci returned to his small room as if nothing had happened, and put the completed homework into his schoolbag. When he opened the zipper, his hand accidentally touched the phone inside.
Jing Ci hesitated for a few seconds, took out the phone, brought up the WeChat interface, and was slightly lost in thought.
I don't know what Yingjiao is doing now, did he do his homework well...
Just as he was thinking about it, the phone suddenly rang. Perhaps it was a tacit understanding, and it happened to be the news of Yingjiao.
[Jiao]: There is a problem that I can't do.
Jing Ci hurriedly replied—
[Scene]: Which question? Shoot it for me to have a look.
[Jiao]: I would rather you tell me face to face.
Jing Ci was taken aback for a moment, thought for a moment and replied—
[Scene]: Then save up first.
"I'll tell you after school starts" is still typing, and the new news of Yingjiao comes in.
[Jiao]: Little classmate, come to my house to do homework
Jing Ci's fingertips paused, and the typing movement stopped.
Do you want to do your homework at Yingjiao's house
For some reason, Jing Ci suddenly felt a little nervous.
The cursor flickered in the input box, and Jing Ci's fingers stayed on the Jiugong grid, and did not move for a long time.
[Jiao]: Are you coming
Jing Ci was still hesitating, but Jing's father suddenly opened the door and walked in: "What are you doing hiding in the house? It's hard to take a vacation, and I don't know how to come out and talk to your mother and me, why are you so ignorant!"
Jing Ci closed his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he typed—
[Scenery]: Come on.
[Proud]: Go downstairs.
[Jiao]: You go downstairs now.
Jing Ci's heart was beating fast, his hand tilted, and the phone fell to the bed with a bang.
When Father Jing saw it, he was immediately angry: "Okay, you are still playing with your mobile phone! Didn't you hear me talking to you?"
Jing Ci frantically stuffed the textbooks into his schoolbag. For the first time, he didn't put them in the order of size. He said to Father Jing, "I'm going to my classmate's home to do my homework." Then he rushed out of the room.
Father Jing followed and walked out, growling: "Are you going to contact your cronies again? Don't go! Stay at home for me!"
Jing Ci squatted down to change his shoes: "I made an appointment with my classmates."
"What kind of appointment..." Father Jing hadn't finished his sentence when Jing Ci had already opened the door and walked out. The anti-theft door slammed, blocking his voice in the room.
Jing Ci pressed the schoolbag on his back with his hand, and ran downstairs quickly. The closer he got downstairs, the faster his heart beat.
Standing in front of the thick sticking door of the unit building, Jing Ci took a deep breath before pushing the door open.
Yingjiao was lazily half-sitting on the bicycle. When he heard the movement, he raised his head and smiled at Jing Ci: "The action is quite fast."
The wind blew his open blue coat, and the white shirt inside was clinging to his body, and his thin waistline could be vaguely seen.
In front of him is the dark corridor of the unit building. Behind him, the sun shines brightly.
"You..." Jing Ci's throat tightened, and he managed to utter a sentence: "How do you know my home is here?"
"The last time you showed me the exercise book you bought on Taobao, I saw it." Yingjiao put away his mobile phone, walked over, and naturally reached out to take his schoolbag, and hung it on the handlebar.
Jing Ci asked again: "Are you here for something?"
"It's okay." Yingjiao chuckled, patted the back seat of the bicycle: "Get in the car."
Jing Ci didn't move, just looked at him fixedly.
"Okay." Yingjiao compromised with a smile: "You can see that there is indeed something wrong."
"What's the matter?" Jing Ci immediately became nervous. It must not be a trivial matter to make Yingjiao come to his house on vacation, right? Could it be related to his family
It was windy outside, Yingjiao zipped up his coat for him, and rubbed his thumb lightly against his chin. He looked into Jing Ci's eyes and said in a low voice, "I miss you so much, I can't help it."
The author has something to say: Did you find out, Brother Jiao, this scheming boy, doesn’t hide his wolf’s tail anymore~
I am so proud! ! The old mother gave an assist cry.