"Are you too free?" Gu Fei squatted on the side of the road with a cigarette in his mouth, watching the cars in front of him, "Don't you always go out on a date? Go on a date and stare at me every day. what?"
"Do you think I want to stare at you today?" Li Yan leaned against the tree next to him.
"Then go away," Gu Fei said.
"Do you want to check on your WeChat?" Li Yan looked down at the phone, "Jiang Cheng will leave you a comment every other day. It's in your photo..."
"Don't mention him." Gu Fei took a bit of a cigarette.
"There is a little sun left below, but it hasn't been left in the past few days." Li Yan quickly finished speaking.
Gu Fei stood up and turned to stare at him.
"I said, if you dare to do something with me, we will break off." Li Yan pointed at him.
"I also said," Gu Fei walked up to him and stared at him face to face, "Don't tell Jiang Cheng before me."
"I will ask one last question. After asking this question, I will never mention him again." Li Yan said.
Gu Fei stared at him silently.
"Why? Even if you want to break up, you should choose a way to relax? And I always think that if you two let go, he should go," Li Yan said, "Why would you let go? Jiang Cheng is very good. one person."
"Is this one?" Gu Fei looked at him.
"Then you can pick any answer." Li Yan sighed.
"So I have to drag a very good person to death?" Gu Fei said.
Li Yan looked at him, did not speak for a long time, and finally bowed his head and pulled on the phone: "Liu Fan, why haven't you arrived for so long!"
This group of people haven't got together for a long time, and they don't usually have any business, but they can get an appointment if they want to get together for a meal.
When Liu Fan drove his little broken car over, he had already picked up everyone and squeezed a car.
"I'll walk." Gu flew into the car and turned to leave. Every time six people crowded into the car, he felt that the car was going to break.
"Come on!" Liu Fan stuck his head out of the car window, "You are the uncle! I have left the co-pilot for you!"
Li Yan pulled him and stuffed him into the co-pilot, then squeezed into the back seat by himself: "The fuck is that I am thin!"
"You can crowdfund to buy a car for me," Liu Fan drove the car, "I don't need to pick up the car and complain."
"You can remove the back seat and put a few benches," Chen Jie said. "We crowdfunded to buy you a bench, there is nothing wrong with it."
"Fuck off, next time you walk by yourself." Liu Fan said.
Gu Fei remained silent, but looked out the window and listened to a group of people.
Gathering with friends, eating and drinking, jerking around, taking some work, and living smoothly day by day. He lives this kind of life very skillfully.
But the faint feeling in his heart couldn't be diminished by returning to his trajectory all the time, anyway, it became more and more astringent.
Depressed, depressed, breathless.
In any case, it cannot be alleviated.
These fidgeting pains pressed down and appeared again, again and again.
"How is it?" Liu Fan turned his head and asked him.
"Huh?" Gu Fei replied.
"Li Yan said he won't eat Sichuan food, how about eating big bone hot pot?" Liu Fan said.
"Yes." Gu Fei said.
"Then go to the previous house, get closer, and no one has checked the way to drink some wine." Liu Fan said.
"You want to drink and drive." Gu Fei said casually.
Liu Fan glanced at him and said nothing.
Gu Fei continued to look out the window.
How many marks and memories did Jiang Cheng leave in his mind? He would remember many things as soon as he closed his eyes and lingered when he opened his eyes. How long does it take him to start again, or is there any more? May adapt.
In the past, he felt that there was nothing he could bear. As long as he was willing to bear it, everything could be forgotten. Now he found that feelings are beyond the five elements.
The word breaking up is not the end, but the beginning.
From now on, every day when I open my eyes, my first breath is painful.
Every hour, every minute, every second, it seemed like a fire was burning in my heart, and the scorched pain was brand new every second.
"Can't you tell people about asking for leave this weekend," Zhao Ke said while sitting at the table, turning his head, "How can you go to class if you can't speak?"
Jiang Cheng pointed to the notebook in front of him. On it, he made half of the PPT. This weekend he arranged for the two children to supplement politics. A PPT can almost clearly explain the content.
Zhao Ke looked at him and sighed. After a while, he dragged a chair and sat next to him: "I'll go."
Jiang Cheng was stunned.
"It doesn't matter if you fainted or stayed in the hospital two days ago. Don't hold on to make up classes. I'll go for you these few classes this week," Zhao Ke said.
Jiang Cheng smiled and snorted.
"Tsk what, my score is not much lower than yours," Zhao Ke said, "it's no problem to give two classes temporarily."
Jiang Cheng shook his head. The exam is about to come. Every second counts. At this time, Zhao Ke spends so much time in class for him. This is not justified.
Even if time is not urgent, he does not want to.
Now he can't stop, he must maintain his original rhythm, no matter how fast the original rhythm is, how much pressure, he has to keep it.
Once some nerves are loosened, his whole person will collapse.
This is his unique secret to keep himself from breaking down.
Contestant Jiang Cheng’s secret recipe is not easy to use, and it will not be easy for people to know.
However, this kind of financial fan spirit of forcibly making up classes with illness moved the parents of the two children very much. Because Jiang Cheng claimed that he had become dumb because of inflammation, he received a bunch of medicines and two small red envelopes, and got a day. Paid holidays.
The title of Fuwa Chengcheng was not in vain.
When Jiang Cheng returned to the dormitory with a red envelope, he felt that he was still very powerful.
All the people in the dormitory should be in the library at this time. Jiang Cheng took his cell phone and wanted to send Zhao Ke a message to ask if there were any seats. When he entered the dormitory, he saw Zhao Ke sitting in the dormitory and reading.
He turned his head when he heard the door opening, Jiang Cheng tilted his head and made a questioning expression.
"How's it going?" Zhao Ke asked.
Jiang Cheng nodded, took out the red envelope and shook it at him.
"Yo," Zhao Ke smiled, "this is condolences, right?" (End of this chapter)