The East Street Night Market ended at around 3 a.m., and the entire street was almost empty, with various night snack stalls closing up shop one after another.
They ate a little at random, and a few people at the table drank and played rock-paper-scissors, making a lot of noise. The more they ate, the more excited they became. Meng Hanmo looked at the time and said to Feng Ning, "I'll take you home first."
"Okay." Feng Ning also put down his chopsticks.
She accompanied Meng Hanmo to pick up the car in a short-sleeved shirt. It was late at night and the temperature outside was low, making people shiver. Feng Ning raised her head, exhaled a light breath, and stared at the sky.
Meng Hanmo threw her his helmet and coat, "Looking at the stars again."
"Yes." Feng Ning looked at it seriously and held his arm, "Look with me and find the brightest one."
Meng Hanmo put one leg on the motorcycle and tilted his head, "Get on."
Feng Ning fastened the strap of his helmet and said to himself, "Brother, do you know what time the stars will disappear?"
"have no idea."
"Four in the morning." Feng Ning was shivering and put on his coat. "When I was little, I was ignorant and liked to pester my mother to ask where my father was. Later, my mother said that my father was in the sky and turned into a star. Then I especially liked to look at the stars for a while, wanting to find the brightest and biggest one. I would look for it until morning and would go to bed only when I could no longer see it."
The motorcycle emitted a low roar, speeding through the empty streets in the middle of the night, and the scenes on both sides began to rapidly recede. Her long hair was blown up by the whistling wind, and she leaned her head against his shoulder, stunned for a moment, and murmured to herself, "I miss my dad a lot."
Meng Hanmo is a man of few words, and Feng Ning is always strong and cheerful. When she is occasionally vulnerable, he doesn't know how to comfort her and can only stay by her side silently.
At the entrance of Yujiang Alley, Shuangyao was pacing back and forth in her pajamas, holding a flashlight.
"Yaoyao!" Feng Ning jumped off the motorcycle, all the disappointment he had just felt was gone, and rushed over affectionately, "You're still the best to me."
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't touch me, you smell like oil." Shuang Yao dodged her in disgust and stretched out her hand to greet Meng Hanmo who was not far away, "Hi, Brother Mo."
Meng Hanmo nodded and turned the car around. "You guys go to bed early. I'm leaving first."
"Be careful on the road!"
"Brother Mo is so cool." Shuang Yao was infatuated with him for a moment.
Feng Ning pinched her arm and said, "Don't set your sights on my brother. I'm warning you."
It was dark all around, and they quietly pushed open the gate and went in. Shuang Yao sighed, "You finally got a day off from the bar, and you went to help Brother Mo. You two have a really good relationship. But it was hard for me, the one who stayed at the door, to keep it a secret from Aunt Qi, and waited until late at night. I didn't even dare to sleep."
Feng Ning shook his head, then nodded and scratched his ears: "Alright, alright, stop complaining. I owe you a meal."
On Monday morning, Jiang Wen walked into the classroom. Several people greeted him, but he acted as if they didn't hear him.
As he passed by Xi Gaoyuan, he burst out laughing.
Jiang Wen stopped and looked at him.
Xi Gaoyuan gave a thumbs up and asked, "Does my face still hurt?"
Jiang Wen drooped his eyelashes and said nothing. He was silent for a while and squinted his eyes. "Who told you, Zhao Binlin?"
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, who else could it be except him."
Xi Gaoyuan's facial expression was distorted as he smiled. Suddenly, he saw Jiang Wen's gloomy face and stopped laughing. He closed his mouth tightly and made a zipper motion. He said sincerely, "I know. Don't worry. I won't say a word to anyone."
Jiang Wen left without saying a word.
My deskmate looked back and lowered his voice curiously, "What happened?"
Xi Gaoyuan made a mysterious expression and said, "I can't tell you. If I tell you, Jiang Wen and I probably won't be able to continue our relationship."
Zhao Binlin was working on his homework with a pen in his hand when he heard a bang. Jiang Wen pulled out a chair and sat down.
Zhao Binlin poked his arm with his hand and said, "Brother Wen, give me your homework to copy."
Jiang Wen threw away his schoolbag, leaned back, and glanced at him from the side. It was hard to tell whether he was angry or not. "Did you send it to Xi Gaoyuan?"
Zhao Binlin pretended to be dumb: "What?"
He suppressed his anger and said, "What do you think?"
As an absolute top student, Jiang Wen always appears glamorous, dignified and reserved in front of others. He does everything in a respectable manner and has never been slapped in the face by a girl.
Young boys are shy to begin with, and he was still not completely sober at the time. He was laughed at by them, and he was confused and didn't feel particularly embarrassed.
When he sobered up in the middle of the night, he lay on the bed with his eyes open in the darkness, looking at the ceiling, tossing and turning. When he thought about how he shamelessly chased Feng Ning like an idiot in public and asked her who she liked and who she liked, he immediately wanted to slap himself twice.
Zhao Binlin was still thinking about this incident with great interest, and he came over to add fuel to the fire, "What's wrong? You were so well behaved in front of Feng Ning that day, I was stunned. I have never seen such a well-behaved little Wenwen in my life, my heart melted."
Jiang Wen didn't say anything for a long time, and then suddenly burst out, "Fuck you, Zhao Binlin, can you stop being so disgusting?"
"Wow, why are you so anxious!" Zhao Binlin opened his mouth wide and stared at him blankly, "Did you swear just now? Wow, in your lifetime, Jiang Wen actually swears."
Jiang Wen took out the book, lowered his head, and supported his head with one hand, "Don't bother me."
Zhao Binlin curled his lips and copied his homework honestly, not daring to provoke him anymore.
Feng Ning was half asleep when someone pushed him awake and told him to collect his homework.
When he received Jiang Wen's call, he just stood there looking away, not even looking at her.
She was so sleepy that she yawned. She was too lazy to point out his awkwardness and muttered, "Hand in your homework, son."
Zhao Binlin was delighted when he heard this, "Who is your son? Don't recognize him randomly and don't take advantage of him."
Feng Ning grinned, "Hehe, I know it well."
Jiang Wen finally looked in her direction.
Zhao Binlin winked at Jiang Wen from behind, pointed at him, and spoke with his mouth. Feng Ning looked at him for two seconds and realized what he meant. She put away her joking expression and said, "Okay, it's time to hand in the homework."
After the third class, we did the break exercises. When we were going downstairs, Zhao Binlin came over and whispered to Feng Ning, "Why don't you go talk to Jiang Wen? I feel like he hasn't recovered from the slaps you gave him. Who knows, he might have some psychological trauma."
Feng Ning was surprised: "Is it that exaggerated?"
Zhao Binlin nodded repeatedly and smiled bitterly: "Alas, don't you know that he has been depressed all morning, ignoring everyone, and feels uncomfortable. Just think of it as doing me a favor and go and comfort him."
Feng Ning raised his eyebrows and sighed, "You really treat him like a baby. You have to coax him."
"Isn't it!" Zhao Binlin also sighed, "I owe you a favor."
Class 9's physical education class today happened to be held together with the big morning exercises. Halfway through the class, some girls couldn't help but go back to the classroom under the scorching sun.
Jiang Wen had several bruises on his body from drinking the day before yesterday, and his bones were aching all over. He was too lazy to play basketball, so he sat on the sidelines and watched for a while, then stood up with a bottle of mineral water and walked back to the classroom alone.
"Jiang Wen!" Feng Ning had just jogged for a while and was a little out of breath.
The person being called pretended not to hear and continued walking forward without looking back. In the blink of an eye, he had already climbed up a flight of stairs.
She patted his back hard, "Hey, Jiang Wen!" and patted him on the same spot again, "I'm calling you, are you deaf?"
He paused, then continued up the stairs, still ignoring her.
Feng Ning quickly stepped up two steps and stood in front of Jiang Wen, meeting his eyes.
"What?" He frowned impatiently.
"I have something to tell you. Uh, about that, about you drinking a few days ago."
"I don't want to listen." Jiang Wen said calmly, trying to walk around Feng Ning.
"Wait." Feng Ning suddenly took a step to the side, raised one leg in protest, and completely blocked his way. She tilted her head, half of her face was in the shadow, and silently pulled the corner of her mouth, saying evilly, "What? You called me dad before, but now you pretend you don't know me?"
Jiang Wen's face was stiff, his nose was slightly sweaty, and his clenched fingers were white. "What on earth are you going to do?"
After thinking for two or three seconds, she said, "I didn't mean to slap you. Isn't this the fastest way to sober up? Really, it never works. Besides, you don't know how many times they slapped me when I was drunk. I'm used to it. Why do you hold a grudge like that?"
Feng Ning smiled flatteringly, and restrained her irritable behavior, and was serious for once. She clenched her fist with one hand, turned it around, and spread it upwards, "Here, take a look, what's written."
Jiang Wen lowered his eyes slightly.
She twisted her little palm and drew three words: I'm sorry.
After a moment of silence, his expression still cold and arrogant, he snorted and left.
The three air conditioners in the classroom were all running, hissing out cold air.
Zhao Binlin entered the class, and there were not many people in the class. He had just finished playing basketball and was covered in sweat. He wiped the sweat off his face by the collar.
Jiang Wen stopped writing the questions and moved his chair forward a little.
When Zhao was about to squeeze in, he glanced around and suddenly stopped, wondering, "Eh? What's that stuck on your back?"
Jiang Wen glanced back, "What?"
"This, a sticky note?" Zhao Binlin pulled off the pink square note from behind his shoulder. "Who put it there? What's written on it? Which little girl's love letter is it? It's quite creative."
Jiang Wen thought it was none of his business and continued to work on the problem on the draft paper.
Zhao Binlin leaned against the wall, staring at it in confusion for a while, then hesitated for a moment and suddenly realized, "No, this should be given to you by Feng Ning, right?"
Jiang Wen snatched the note.
He was stunned for a moment.
What caught my eye was a drunken little peacock in a Q version, wearing a furry cape and slumped on the ground. Its tail was spread out in a semi-arc shape, and its small pointed head was topped with a crown. It was leaning against a large wine bottle adorably and snoring vividly.
Next to her was a cute girl with long hair and big eyes, she was crying, she looked up, there was a slap mark on her left cheek, she was kneeling on a line of flowing English:
—an apologythe lovely little prince