Jiang Cheng was drowsy all morning, listening to the teacher's lectures in his ears. The teachers of No. 4 Middle School were all at the level of the old monk reciting the scriptures. Except for Lao Lu who would interspersed with cursing and refreshing, other teachers, including Lao Xu, did not He walked all the way in cadence, and fell asleep as he walked.
In this season when the weather was starting to get a little cooler, and people were very comfortable, the only people who could survive the lecture without chatting were Jiang Cheng and Yi Jing.
Oh no, Jiang Cheng looked at Gu Fei who was burying his head in taking notes, and Gu Fei.
By the way, there is… Wang Xu, who can accurately find Yi Jing's back in about 10,000 backs.
After school at noon, Jiang Cheng instantly slumped onto the table and closed his eyes: "Call me in twenty minutes."
"En." Gu Fei responded and closed the notebook.
"Hey Dafei, Dafei," Zhou Jing packed up his things and turned his head, "Da..."
Gu Fei looked at him.
"Are you wearing Jiang Cheng's clothes?" Zhou Jing asked.
Jiang Cheng raised his head, having a feeling of "I can't wait for this person and I have to silence him right away".
"No." Gu Fei said.
"Isn't it?" Zhou Jing hesitated, "I thought he was wearing it last week."
"Same style." Gu Fei said.
"...Oh," Zhou Jing hesitated, "it's not new, I haven't seen you before..."
"Go away." Gu Fei interrupted him briefly.
Zhou Jing sighed and stood up: "I can't continue chatting, it's simple."
During class, I was so sleepy as if the world had left, and the teacher's voice seemed to float back from outside the Five Elements. Now that get out of class is over, I can take a nap on my stomach with peace of mind, and Jiang Cheng can't sleep anymore.
But he still kept his eyes closed firmly, until Gu Fei said, "Twenty minutes," he opened his eyes, wiping away the tears streaming down his face because he was sleepy and unable to sleep.
"Didn't you fall asleep?" Gu Fei asked.
"Ah," Jiang Cheng sighed, "I'm so sleepy that I'm almost blind."
"Then you're still lying on your stomach, I see that your eyelids are almost catching up with your wings," Gu Fei smiled and pushed the notebook in front of him, "Do you think this is okay? No, you can quickly ask the teacher."
Jiang Cheng opened the notebook and felt a clear stream.
He started taking notes in junior high school, and it was the first time he saw such clean and neat handwriting on his notebook.
A student like Gu Fei takes notes regardless of importance. Anyway, what was written on the blackboard and what the teacher said repeatedly, he wrote it down, and when he read it, he had to pick out the key points.
But there was one thing that he admired a lot. Gu Fei's handwriting was not only good, but also fast. He took notes so indiscriminately that it was not a small project.
"You're very good," Jiang Cheng said, "I have to use abbreviations and symbols to take notes, otherwise I won't be able to remember them."
"Nonsense," Gu Fei said, "I just remember, don't think about it."
"You never took classes so seriously when you grew up, you scumbag." Jiang Cheng stood up and stretched.
"Well," Gu Fei also stood up, and the two of them walked out together, "Being with Xueba means you can experience a lot of magical things."
"Then..." Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Are you tired? Are you tired of taking notes?"
"It's okay." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng didn't say anything about the class and review, but he could feel that Gu Fei was different from other scumbags. Even if a normal scumbag didn't listen to anything and just took a note, he would feel annoyed all morning, such as Pan Zhi kind of genuine scumbag.
Not to mention that if Pan Zhi was asked to take notes all morning like Gu Fei, he could fall asleep with the pestle on the pen holder for just one class.
Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng felt unwilling and distressed for a while.
Seeing Gu Fei just burying hope and walking forward along the road of the people of the steel mill, the feeling of being helpless and standing on the side made him very uncomfortable.
Whenever he savored Gu Fei's helplessness, his mood would slide all the way down to the bottom.
"What's for lunch?" Gu Fei asked.
Jiang Cheng retracted his thoughts of running away, and pondered whether it would take two minutes before answering, "I don't know."
"It's really sad." Gu Fei sighed.
"I just feel hungry, but I don't know what I want to eat," Jiang Cheng rubbed his stomach, "Why don't you go and eat something good."
"The pizza opposite?" Gu Fei laughed.
"Hey, no," Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue, "Wang Er's pie is much better than that."
After discussing for a long time, they finally went to the gate of Gu Miaoqian Primary School to have a meal of mutton noodles.
Although it was just mutton powder, in terms of appearance and price, it was more in line with Jiang Cheng’s requirements for a high grade.
Jiang Cheng passed by this mutton noodle shop many times, and every time he thought it was a bar, and he also thought that this little broken city is really awesome, and it can allow the bar to open to the entrance of the elementary school.
"This is the time to come here," Jiang Cheng sighed when he finished eating the noodles, "It's too expensive, twenty yuan! I just pulled you to figure it out, didn't you feel it?"
"I didn't feel it, I thought you were fixing my clothes," Gu Fei laughed, "Actually, the price is okay, the meat is quite a lot. I originally wanted to give you another meat tonic, but recently I used my brain. It’s too much, and seeing that the meat is okay, I’m not willing to add more.”
"Really! You are reluctant to add more and say what price is okay?" Jiang Cheng laughed for a long time, then stretched his voice and sighed, "Hey... After I go to work, I will take you to eat 800 yuan a piece. A bowl of flour, plus two hundred yuan for meat."
"Okay," Gu Fei nodded seriously, "If you don't give Jia, you're not Chinese."
The two had fun again.
When I returned to Gu Fei's store, Gu Fei's mother was sitting next to the cashier, and she seemed to be in a bit of a bad mood. She would usually say Jiang Cheng in a loud voice when she met each other. Today is just to see Glancing at the two of them, they continued to sit in a daze.
"Have you eaten?" Gu Fei asked her.
"Eat," she replied, her voice weak. "Take Ermiao to eat a roll of rice. She insists on eating that stuff. It's so cold that I have a stomachache right now."
"Go back," Gu Fei raised his hand and touched her forehead, "Why do you feel like you have a fever?"
"No," she stood up, grabbed the small bag placed under the table, and walked to the door of the store, "don't mind me, you don't think I'm tired."
"Goodbye Auntie," Jiang Cheng looked at her back, then turned to look at Gu Fei, "What's wrong with your mother?"
"I get wind from time to time," Gu Fei sat down, opened the cash register and looked at the money, "I was beaten by my new boyfriend yesterday, and I'm in a bad mood."
"...is that the one who was riding a motorcycle last time?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"I don't know," Gu Fei frowned, "I'll go and clean up that kid one more time."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak, and sat beside him.
"It doesn't make any sense to talk about it, it's been eight hundred times if it's not a thousand times," Gu Fei took out his mobile phone and scratched at random, "I think she has to see a psychiatrist, but she definitely won't go, and we... There is no reliable psychiatrist."
Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand to remove his cell phone, took his hand, and squeezed it gently.
Yes, not to mention the steel mill, in this small broken city, going to a psychiatrist would probably turn into a lunatic in the eyes of the people around him. Gu Fei's mother probably did the same. Going to see a psychiatrist was to admit that she was a lunatic. .
"Yesterday she asked me, without Gu Miao, would I have left her alone for a long time." Gu Fei said.
"Really?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head.
"Yes," Gu Fei said, "I'm an adult, I'll go my own way."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak any more, he just felt lost.
"Go to sleep for a while," Gu Fei said, "I won't be able to hold it in the afternoon."
"What about you?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Should we hug that little bed together to sleep?" Gu Fei laughed, "I don't have to sleep, and I'm not sleepy."
Gu Fei had just changed the sheets on the bed in the hut. The quilt covers, pillows, and sheets had a refreshing smell of sunlight. Jiang Cheng fell on the bed, hugged the quilt and fell asleep within two minutes.
When Gu Fei called him, he didn't even want to get up, he hugged the quilt and didn't let go: "Qinqinqinqin..."
"Then you are absent from school?" Gu Fei asked.
"No." Jiang Cheng buried his face in the quilt.
"What happened?" Gu Fei asked again.
"Sleepy." Jiang Cheng said.
"Then skip class?" Gu Fei continued to ask.
"No." Jiang Cheng's answer continued in a loop.
"What?" Gu Fei asked.
"...What are you doing?" Jiang Cheng was stunned.
"I'll fuck you," Gu Fei propped up the head of the bed and pulled his trousers, "If you're idle, you're idle, and you won't get up anyway."
Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at him: "Fuck me."
Gu Fei didn't speak, he raised his hand and lifted half of his clothes.
"Hey! Hey, hey..." Jiang Cheng woke up instantly, sat up with a sigh, and then jumped to the ground, "Put it away, you're going to school."
"Aren't you sleepy?" Gu Fei pulled up his clothes.
"It's not sleepy anymore, I'll wash my face!" Jiang Cheng ran to the backyard.
The afternoon self-study class was canceled. Lao Xu stood on the podium and spoke earnestly for ten minutes, hoping to cheer everyone up from the blow of self-study class becoming various major subjects, but the effect was not great.
Lao Lu, who had preempted the first self-study class, couldn't help but repeat Lao Xu's words: "Mr. Xu, it's useless for you to say this! Look at these things! Take a break, I'm in class! Let you say it. It's half a class!"
Old Xu Yi reluctantly gave up his seat from the podium: "It's been less than a year! Classmates! You have been playing for two and a half years! In the last half year, cheer up and fight!"
"Wake up!" Lao Lu went up to the table and slapped the table, "Class!"
Jiang Cheng was startled by his palm before he was distracted at first, but Gu Fei was so distracted that his phone fell directly to the ground.
"I feel sorry for you, President Xu!" Lao Lu said, "Every day, my lips are bald! Others have lost ten pounds or twenty pounds when they prepare for the test. You can go home and call yourself! Fat head! These big-eared ones! I can only find a pork scale in the vegetable market!"
Jiang Cheng glanced at Gu Fei.
"Don't look at me," Gu Fei whispered, "I keep my figure very good."
Jiang Cheng restrained himself from laughing.
"You've lost weight," Gu Fei said again, "you can tell it. If you weigh it at night, you can tell at least ten pounds."
"En." Jiang Cheng smiled.
After school, the two of them went to the pharmacy, and Gu Fei stood on the scale: "My weight hasn't changed in three years."
"Is it called here every time?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"En." Gu Fei nodded.
Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then turned to the person in the medicine and asked, "Eldest sister, is your scale good?"
"Okay, new!" said the eldest sister, "it's been two months since the new one, so it's pretty accurate."
"Oh," Jiang Cheng also stood up, then froze for a moment, "I rely on his uncle... I'm not light at all?"
Gu Fei took away the schoolbag he was carrying: "Why don't you carry me up to stand."
"I can't carry it," Jiang Cheng smiled, and then looked at the number on the scale, "It's lighter than you, so we should be about the same."
"Probably," Gu Fei squeezed his waist, "You probably need to get some nutrition."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Cheng put down the scale, "I never had to supplement my nutrition before the exam. Before the middle school entrance exam, I had to struggle every day. My mother... didn't give any extra meals, so she said you don't need to be so squeamish."
"The high school entrance examination is not so stressful," Gu Fei took out his mobile phone and watched while walking, "And you are eating a little too casually now, so you won't go out to eat in the future."
"Did you eat in the store?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Yeah," Gu Fei nodded seriously, "I won't go out to eat early, the fried dough sticks and pancakes are not nutritious."
"Will you do it sooner?" Jiang Cheng was delighted.
"En." Gu Fei continued to nod his head.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Cheng moved closer to him.
"Nutrition recipe, look at this, a nutritious breakfast a day." Gu Fei pointed to the screen.
"No, you do it?" Jiang Cheng looked at him, "Your skills are not as good as Li Yan."
"Let Li Yan do it for you," Gu Fei said.
"Fuck off," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "I'm really not that squeamish."
"Don't get out." Gu Fei smiled and put the phone back in his pocket.
Pan Zhi is one of the people Lao Lu said that he gets fat every time he takes an exam. His family always refuses to accept the reality that he is a scumbag. This is a school tyrant who is held back by malnutrition, so Pan Zhi can gain three or five pounds even in the mid-term exam.
After the exam, I lost the weight of these few pounds in the midst of all kinds of scolding and beatings.
Jiang Cheng had never enjoyed the treatment of nutritious meals. Shen Yiqing had strict dietary standards. He believed that no matter how hard the review was, the nutrition at home would be sufficient, and adding nutrition was just a form of psychological comfort.
But maybe this is the case, Jiang Cheng never felt that he was not nourished enough when he was studying, but he was prone to sleepiness, but with his ability, generally a little hungry and sleepy drink a little fragrant...
"To be sleepy is to overuse your brain," Gu Fei held the mobile phone in one hand and the frying spoon in the other, stirring the chicken wings in the pot, "It just needs to be replenished."
"Do you eat chicken wings to nourish your brain?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Walnuts, milk, eggs, red dates, sesame, bananas, soybeans..." Gu Fei said in succession, "Which one do you like?"
“…I don’t like it either.” Jiang Cheng replied.
"That's fine, you don't like fish either," Gu Fei looked at his phone, "You just like meat, right, big five flowers."
"The chicken wings are also very good." Jiang Cheng swallowed.
"That's why I think it's fine to eat a little bit better. I can't eat that bunch of inexplicable things, and I don't know what to do." Gu Fei stirred for a long time, and then pointed to the side with the frying spoon, "Go, pour in the cola. ."
"En," Jiang Cheng went over and opened a can of Coke, "Is it all down?"
"All down." Gu Fei looked at his phone again.
"Is there no Coca-Cola? Pepsi is not enough... " Jiang Cheng said.
"Brother Cheng, I think you really don't have enough brains," Gu Fei looked at him, "Do you want to eat a cola chicken wing and still be angry?"
"...Can I go and drink a bottle?" Jiang Cheng smiled.
"There is in the freezer." Gu Fei said.
The amount of chicken wings in this pot is very large, because Gu Miao, who does not need to replenish his brain but has an amazing appetite, has to be taken into account. Gu Fei can spend an hour tossing in the kitchen, and Jiang Cheng has memorized a few pages of politics before he shouted. Aloud: "Gu Ermiao is here to get the bowls and chopsticks!"
Gu Miao ran into the kitchen and took out the bowls and chopsticks.
"Er Miao, let's go wash our hands?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Gu Miao looked at him, nodded, and walked with Jiang Cheng to the edge of the pool.
"Should I wash first?" Jiang Cheng said. After making sure that Gu Miao was still calm, he turned on the faucet and washed his hands with a very small amount of water.
Gu Miao also went over and stretched out his hand, rubbing his hands under the faucet.
"It's okay." Jiang Cheng glanced at Gu Fei.
"Well," Gu Fei nodded, "I haven't been afraid of water for over half a year."
This is progress, right? Jiang Cheng didn't ask Gu Fei, he believed that Gu Fei should have experienced similar expectations countless times, and what he waited for was disappointment.
Cola Chicken Wings is probably the easiest "big dish" to make. It basically has no technical content. Gu Fei just followed the steps while looking at his phone, and the taste was actually pretty good.
"Is salty and bland suitable?" Gu Fei looked at him.
"Suitable." Jiang Cheng gave him a thumbs up while nibbling on the chicken wings.
Gu Miao immediately followed him and gave Gu Fei a thumbs up.
"Really, why don't you buy some chicken wings at the store with a pot?" Jiang Cheng quickly finished eating one chicken wing and took another.
"I don't have time," Gu Fei smiled, "Besides, if you really do it, it probably won't be enough for you."
Jiang Cheng smiled and took two mouthfuls of rice.
Gu Fei really didn't have time. This shop basically just made do with no way of serious business operation. When he was doing part-time photo shoots, it was impossible for Li Yan to watch over every day. His mother would stay there for a while. As soon as the store is closed, the business is not done.
Jiang Cheng glanced at Gu Miao. If Gu Miao was a little bit better, if he could help guard the store, it would make Gu Fei much more relaxed, but if it was really better, Gu Miao should also go to school.
He bites the chicken wing bones, many things are in an endless loop, intertwined in circles.
After eating, Jiang Cheng first went back to the rental room, he had to do his homework and read books.
After Gu Fei finished tidying up the things in the store, he took Gu Miao home and played with him for a while. When Gu Miao fell asleep, he came over with a thermos.
"What is this?" Jiang Cheng glanced at the time, Gu Fei came an hour later than usual, it was already past ten o'clock now.
"... Cola Chicken Wings," Gu Fei unscrewed the lid of the thermos pot, "I just made it at home, your supper... is a brain booster."
"Oh." Jiang Cheng's heart warmed for a while, but when he was done warming up, he suddenly wanted to laugh, so he couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Be serious," Gu Fei put the lid back on, "Don't you really like to eat?"
"En." Jiang Cheng nodded with a sullen face, thinking about it and becoming happy again.
Gu Fei stared at him for a long time, had fun with him, and sat on the edge of the bed: "At this stage, I only know this one dish, you stick to it."
"Okay," Jiang Cheng smiled and reached out to touch his lips, "Gu Fei, thank you."
"You're welcome, please call me the red scarf," Gu Fei touched his chest, "I forgot to wear the red scarf."
"Okay, red scarf," Jiang Cheng smiled and picked up the book on the table, "Are you tired?"
"Not tired, why?" Gu Fei asked.
Jiang Cheng handed him the book: "You hit me..."
Gu Fei had already reacted when the corner of his mouth twitched, but he still didn't have time to dodge, so Gu Fei slapped him on the arm.
"Your uncle!" Jiang Cheng rubbed his arms.
"Suck it," Gu Fei took the book, "what else?"
"Knead it." Jiang Cheng stretched out his arm in front of him.
"Okay," Gu Fei took his arm and rubbed it lightly, then looked down again, "I'm not working hard, why is it still red?"
"I'm malnourished," Jiang Cheng said, "Let me have some chicken wings."
Gu Fei went to the kitchen to find a bowl to wash, and put two chicken wings on the table: "Do you want me to help you pick up some knowledge for you to answer?"
"En," Jiang Cheng took a chicken wing and nibbled at it, "You can smoke it as you like, it counts wherever you turn it."
Gu Fei picked up the book: "The geographic boundaries of my country's population distribution..."
"It is roughly bounded by a straight line drawn between Heihe City in Heilongjiang and Tengchong City in Yunnan Province," Jiang Cheng clenched his bones. "The southeastern part of the line has a large population, while the northwestern part of the line has a small population."
Gu Fei also took a chicken wing: "The relocation of the population from Sichuan is positive for the local area..."
"It eased the conflict between people and land in the region, and strengthened the economic, technological, ideological, and cultural ties between Sichuan and the outside world..." Jiang Cheng was halfway through speaking, when the phone on the bedside rang, "Who is it so late?"
"Pan Zhi?" Gu Fei helped him bring the phone over, and was stunned when he saw the caller ID on the screen, "Shen Yiqing?"
Jiang Cheng's hand, which was reaching out to the thermos pot, froze in the air.
"You... foster mother?" Gu Fei hesitated, probably seeing that Jiang Cheng hadn't moved, so he asked, "Don't pick up?"
Jiang Cheng stared at the phone, and after a while he said softly, "I don't want to answer it."
Gu Fei didn't speak, he muted the phone, put it back by the bed, and helped Jiang Cheng get two more chicken wings into the bowl.
"Increased income, promoted economic development, and the impact of increased floating population on urban development..." Jiang Cheng said.
"Ah?" Gu Fei was stunned for a while before he suddenly came back to his senses. Jiang Cheng was just finishing what he had not said just now.
Jiang Cheng didn't make a sound anymore, staring at the phone that was silently lighting up, frowning.