The snack street is full of people coming and going.
The peddlers on the side of the road were yelling vigorously, the lights were dim, Jian Shiwu was caught off guard by being asked a question, his chubby face was full of shock and choked up.
Shen Cheng looked at him quietly, as if waiting.
Jian Shiwu scratched her head and said hesitantly, "I, I don't know either."
Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows.
"Actually..." Jian Shiwu walked slowly. During this time, he gradually became less afraid. No, it's embarrassing."
Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows noncommittally.
Jian Shiwu choked up, a little annoyed: "Does the class representative have someone he likes?"
Shen Cheng walked among the crowd, his blue and white school uniform was clean and youthful, the neon lights fell on him, but he didn't look tacky, he walked in the crowded street, his profile was as cold as usual, Do not answer this question.
After Jian Shiwu asked, she also found it boring.
After thinking for a while, he tentatively asked, "Then, is there anyone you like but can't get?"
Shen Cheng left him a shadow: "No."
Jian Shiwu said with emotion: "That's right."
I thought that Shen Cheng would not be able to chat, but unexpectedly, Shen Cheng slowed down and glanced at him: "There will be none."
The boy was much taller than Jian Shiwu. Even though he had nothing at a young age, Shen Chengcheng was Shen Cheng. The setbacks and tribulations did not weaken his arrogance. In those black eyes, there was faint confidence and ambition later on.
Shen Cheng said: "The person I like will definitely get it."
Jian Shiwu met those eyes, his heart was suffocated for a moment, and he replied clumsily: "This, that's it."
I can't say anything, and I don't feel jealous or anything, but I feel a little lost. Some people seem to be born to stand on top, as long as they work hard, they can get anything.
For the same thing, some people's poor life is just a waste of time, and he chased after Shen Cheng all his life, but he failed to get a good result.
There is no right or wrong in emotional matters.
Sometimes, Jian Shiwu even wondered whether he was afraid of Shen Cheng, or he was afraid of himself who would repeat the same mistakes, how much courage would it take to stand on a game that was sure to lose, at least he didn't dare.
Shen Cheng's voice interrupted his thoughts: "Here we are."
Jian Shiwu looked up at the copy shop. He walked in with small steps, took Shen Cheng's test paper and handed it to the boss, and stood patiently at the door waiting for the result.
The proprietress is eating Malatang, hot and sour, the taste arouses people's appetite, Jian Shiwu can bear it at first, and then his stomach starts to growl unbearably, he is very forgetful, what is the sadness of spring and autumn? It's quickly forgotten.
"that… "
Jian Shiwu glanced at Shen Cheng: "Are you hungry?"
Shen Cheng leaned against the door: "What?"
"I mean, haven't you been hungry after working for so long?" Jian Shiwu tentatively asked, "Let's go eat something."
Shen Cheng concluded: "You are hungry."
"..."
So direct.
Jian Shiwu felt uncomfortably hungry, and generously admitted: "Yeah!"
Shen Cheng: "I ordered a cake for you in the store."
Jian Shiwu: "That was eaten by monkeys."
Xiaopang stood in front of Shen Cheng, with his chubby little face upturned, bright lights reflected in his eyes, like shining little stars, with a hint of unconscious shamelessness and coquettishness: "My money I don’t even have any cakes, so you can lend me some and I’ll return them to you tomorrow, okay?”
Faced with such a request, most people would not refuse, but Shen Cheng was not an ordinary person.
Shen Cheng remained expressionless: "Didn't you want to lose weight?"
"..."
Jian Shiwu sniffed and fell into a battle between heaven and man. In the end, Malatang won. He said, "Just eat a little and you won't get fat."
In fact, it was a preposterous statement, and he was ready to be satirized by Shen Cheng.
The boss brought over the test paper: "The copy is ready, fifty cents."
Only then did Jian Shiwu realize that he had no money. He looked at Shen Cheng pitifully, wanting to speak but afraid of being rejected.
The boss held the paper and looked at the two of them hesitantly.
Shen Cheng came over to take the test paper, took out a wallet from his pocket to pay, Jian Shiwu sneaked a glance, and found that the style of the wallet was very old, the money in it was fragmented but neatly arranged, and the owner could tell Usually a very frugal and organized person.
Jian Shiwu took the paper and said obediently, "Thank you."
Shen Cheng said, "Let's go."
Jian Shiwu put away the paper and followed behind Shen Cheng: "Where are you going?"
"Have a meal."
Shen Cheng's steps were not too big, and soon he stopped at the entrance of a Mala Tang shop, the business inside was very prosperous, there were many people coming and going, and the aroma of the food made people hungry.
Jian Shiwu was both surprised and delighted: "Are we eating here?"
Shen Cheng stood at the door of the store: "Go to the dining room and restaurant by yourself, you can leave if you don't want to eat."
In fact, he just wanted to remind, and also wanted to tell Jane Shiwu that his arrogant life was different from that of the young master. Maybe he and the monkey were used to eating in restaurants and buying exquisite pastries for afternoon tea, but he was different. They were two People in this world, and I will not get used to him.
He waited for Jane Shiwu to turn around and leave, or to play tricks when he was forced to do so. After all, these were tricks that Jian Shiwu was good at.
However, there was a surprise smile on Xiaopang's face: "How do you know that I want to eat Malatang, oh, I'm going to die of hunger."
Shen Cheng raised his eyes to look at him.
Jian Shiwu took Shen Cheng's hand forgetfully: "I wanted to eat it just now, it's so delicious, let's go in quickly, don't run out of seats."
A small mala tang shop on the side of the road, with simple dining tables, two or three people gather at a table, and the ingredients in the rice bowls may be expensive or common, and they get together to become a bowl of delicious meal. There is no distinction between high and low here, only Remains warm.
The waiter asked: "Do you want coriander for two?"
Jian Shiwu was wiping the table with a paper towel, and said by the way, "I want one and don't."
Shen Cheng doesn't eat coriander. This is a habit that Jian Shiwu has developed over the years. When he goes out to eat, he orders two different dishes. He said that he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but Shen Cheng on the other side of the table suddenly looked up at him. .
Jian Shiwu didn't react, and blinked in doubt: "What's wrong?"
Shen Cheng withdrew his gaze and didn't answer.
When the two servings of hot Malatang were served, Jian Shiwu took them over, and Xiaopang's face was full of satisfaction: "It smells so good!"
There were seasonings, chili jars, vinegar jars, etc. on the table. Jian Shiwu knew that Shen Cheng didn't like spicy food, so she naturally pushed the vinegar jar to Shen Cheng, and excitedly added chili.
Shen Cheng looked up at the vinegar jar being pushed towards him: "Aren't you jealous?"
Jian Shiwu was mixing Mala Tang, and said casually, "You add it first."
As he spoke, he finally realized that something was wrong with him, and the movement of the chopsticks in his hand gradually slowed down, the smile on Xiaopang's face froze, his lips pursed, a little nervous.
Jian Shiwu felt guilty to make up for the omission: "I, I guess you should be jealous."
Shen Cheng stared at him for a moment, his eyes fell on Jian Shiwu's body as if he was being tortured, Jian Shiwu was so nervous looking at him, even the delicious Malatang that was almost in his mouth was no longer fragrant.
quite a while
Shen Cheng withdrew his gaze: "Let's eat."
Jane Shiwu breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay!"
Shen Cheng looked at Xiaopang in front of him, and he carefully recalled that the number of times he had dinner with Jian Shiwu was very few. In the past few years, he avoided Jian Shiwu, but there were quite a few times. From time to time, I would see this child secretly watching behind me. Maybe he was not serious about other things, but he was very concerned about himself. Jian Shiwu took a bite of the meatball and remembered about the test paper: "What a pity, my test paper is half written."
Shen Cheng said, "Don't be sad."
Jian Shiwu was a little surprised. She didn't expect Shen Cheng to comfort herself, which was too surprising. Could it be that he...
In the next second, Shen Cheng continued to say, "I didn't get a few questions right anyway."
"..."
ruthless
the other side
Ji's Mansion, living room on the first floor
When Ji Beichuan came back, the lights were on in the house, and the nannies were all in front of the dining table, and when they saw him coming back, they all shouted respectfully, "Master."
Ji Beichuan glanced upstairs and asked silently.
Among this group of nannies was a senior woman named Sao Li. After the wife of Ji's family, Shen Youting, passed away due to dystocia, the child was young. She single-handedly brought up Ji Beichuan, with deep affection.
Mrs. Li came over to take Ji Beichuan's schoolbag, and said softly, "Sir, I'm not in a good mood. I'm in the study."
Ji Beichuan nodded.
Seeing his obsequious look, Aunt Li sighed: "In a moment, I'll let the cook cook a bowl of noodles, and you serve them up, as a filial piety."
Ji Beichuan was afraid when he thought of Ji Yuansheng, he shook his head in a panic: "Mother Li, I dare not, you send it."
Aunt Li sighed, not knowing what to say.
Today is the wedding anniversary of Ji Yuansheng and Shen Youting. Both of them have been dead for more than ten years. Every special day seems to be engraved in the bones of Ji Yuansheng, which makes Ji Yuansheng unforgettable. Aunt Li has noticed it all these years.
"That's your father, what are you afraid of?"
Ji Beichuan hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'll go to the room to wash up first, and then I'll go downstairs later."
Aunt Li nodded in agreement.
Ji Beichuan ran upstairs, found his mobile phone and opened it. There were a lot of news in it. Over the years, he also met a lot of nobles from high society. Most of these people were in noble colleges, and they didn't usually see each other.
There were a few missed calls, they were one of the best friends, Ji Beichuan hesitated for a moment, and called back.
Ji Beichuan faced the phone: "Hello, what's the matter?"
Wang Wen's voice came from the other end: "Beichuan, there is something I have to tell you. Do you know how many hospitals my father sent me to last year?"
Ji Beichuan: "I know."
"You say it's a coincidence, it's rare for me to visit the hospital today, guess who I met, it's Jian Zicheng."
Ji Beichuan was suspicious: "Jane Shiwu's father?"
The friend smiled and said, "Yeah, I just remembered, didn't you often complain to us about Jian Shiwu, that little fat guy didn't deal with you, so I sent someone to find out what his father was doing here, and it turned out really Exciting, he actually inquired about the paternity test!"
Ji Beichuan was stunned for a moment, then he was pleased: "Isn't Jian Shiwu born by Jian Zicheng?"