The sky gets dark late in winter, and the sky is still dark blue at about 5:30 in the morning.
Tan Jingyang was woken up by the sound of Cheng Zui closing the door lightly. He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the electric radiator he bought from the second-hand market for about two hundred yuan. The little red light above jumped up and down, as if trying to prove that he was working seriously. However, it really doesn't do much.
Today seems to be colder than yesterday. Tan Le buried half of his face in the quilt and slept soundly in the dim light. Tan Jingyang gently stood up and leaned against the head of the bed, reaching out to turn the lamp to the darkest level.
From last night to just now, he and Cheng Zui had barely exchanged a few words, and he didn't even say a word to him when he left.
Tan Jingyang knew that Cheng Zui had objections to his approach, but he couldn't say anything more when he saw how insistent he was. Of course he understood that the other party was thinking for him from his own standpoint, but now he only wanted to be arbitrary.
"Bang bang-"
There was a knock on the door outside, Tan Jingyang frowned, wondering if Cheng Zui forgot to bring something and came back to pick it up. He responded by walking to the door and unlocking it, and was obviously taken aback when he saw the person coming.
"The community brings warmth." Ji Zhun stood at the door holding soy milk and fried dough sticks, with the cold morning air on his body.
He sideways walked into the room from Tan Jingyang's side, put the breakfast on the table, turned his head and gave Tan Jingyang his chin: "Don't be dazed, tell Xiao Le to get up and eat." The surprise in Tan Jingyang's eyes faded, and the corners of his lips couldn't
help Faint rise.
"So sweet?" He closed the door with his left hand, turned back to the window and opened the curtains.
"Otherwise, what should I do, let you, a disabled person, cook with your feet?" Ji Zhun shrugged, "If you do it, I might not eat Xiaole."
Tan Jingyang lowered his head and smiled, and walked to Tan Le's small room Kicked his ass on the edge of the bed: "Puppy, it's time to eat."
"Um..."
Tan Le responded with difficulty and rubbed his sleepy eyes. After seeing Jijun sitting at the dining table, he instantly became energetic.
"Brother Zhun, are you here again?"
Ji Zhun laughed: "What is 'again'?" He hooked his fingers at Tan Le, "Hurry up and wash up, the fried dough sticks are freshly fried and still warm." "
Yeah !"
Tan Le jumped out of bed, put on his clothes, kicked off his slippers and ran into the bathroom.
Jizhun raised his eyes to look at Tan Jingyang again: "Why are you still standing there? Go wash up."
Tan Jingyang moved his gaze down to his arm, then slowly retracted it, looked into Jizhun's eyes and said, "Come on, come on!" Now, the service will be in place?"
"Heh." Ji Zhun nodded with a sneer, "Sure, please come to the toilet? Master Tan."
The towel that helped Tan Jingyang take a bath last night was not wrung out, and it was so cold at the moment Heartbreaking. Ji Zhun turned on the water heater, washed and wrung out the towel again, and then wiped it randomly on Tan Jingyang's face.
Tan Jingyang just allowed his rough movements and reached out for the toothbrush in the cup at negative double speed without haste.
"Tsk, bring it here!" Ji Zhun grabbed it impatiently, quickly squeezed some toothpaste on the toothbrush and poured it into Tan Jingyang's mouth.
"Hiss." Tan Jingyang frowned suddenly.
"I'll go, are you okay?" Ji Zhun was obviously panicked, and reached out to scratch Tan Jingyang's face.
"Bite your tongue." Tan Jingyang frowned and licked her cheeks, then sighed helplessly and said, "Are you poking a keyhole?
" , but still felt guilty and went forward to check, "Open your mouth and let me see."
Tan Jingyang pursed his lips, and then opened his mouth obediently.
"Fuck, can you stop curling your tongue?" Jizhun pinched Tan Jingyang's chin and asked him to open his mouth further.
Tan Jingyang's eyes could not help but sink, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"It looks like nothing is wrong." Jizhun muttered, and then seemed to realize something. He lowered his face and looked at Tan Jingyang and said, "Don't you think you're kidding me again?" Tan Jingyang didn't reply, only said in a dark tone
. He stared silently at Ji Zhun.
The atmosphere fell into silence for a while.
Ji Zhun felt that the damn embarrassment was back. He hurriedly avoided Tan Jingyang's eyes and stuffed the toothbrush into his left hand. He said, "Brush it yourself." Then he quickly left the bathroom
.
The soy milk was steaming in the bowl, and Tan Le ate the buns until his mouth was full of oil.
Ji Zhun reached out and tore a deep-fried dough stick and handed it to Tan Jingyang, then pushed the soybean milk in front of him.
Tan Le smacked his fingers, chewed the bun and said vaguely: "Brother Zhun, can my brother..." "No."
Tan
Jingyang interrupted, then tilted his head to Ji Zhun's hand, took a bite of the dough stick, and said lightly : "Brother is like a useless person now, right Xiao Le?"
"Brother is not a useless person!" Tan Le retorted loudly, "Brother..." Tan
Jingyang smiled softly: "Brother will recover as soon as possible, and I won't give it to you. Brother Zhun is causing trouble." After he finished speaking, he added, "Eat quickly, we have to go to school later." "
Eat quickly, too." Ji Zhun half raised his eyes and peeled off the paper wrapping the dough sticks. Peeling, "It's too cold outside today, let's take a taxi together and send Xiaole off first." "
Yeah." Tan Jingyang swallowed the fried dough sticks and replied in a low voice.
...
After seeing off Tan Le and then returning to school, the bell for morning self-study just rang.
Jizhun never paid much attention to the ringtone, but today for Tan Jingyang, he still quickened his pace.
Entering the class, the students' eyes immediately turned to Tan Jingyang's bandaged hand. The previous turmoil in the classroom made almost everyone aware that the two former classmates were now having conflicts.
Those students who saw Jizhun fighting with a class of Liu Shuai looked at Jizhun with more or less complicated emotions in their eyes. Especially Gu Yu and the other girls, their dissatisfaction was clearly written on their faces.
"Is the squad leader's hand being seduced..."
"I can't tell it at ordinary times, but he is so cruel?" "
Oh, don't talk nonsense, maybe he is helping the squad leader?"
"No way, I didn't see how much trouble the two of them had before. Stiff?"
Ji Zhun didn't bother to explain so much, and returned to his seat with his schoolbag slung across his body nonchalantly.
The bench next to him moved, and Tan Jingyang also sat down next to him.
Ji Zhun was stunned for a moment, looked up at Tan Jingyang and said, "What are you doing? It's class, brother." "
I told the class teacher last night." Tan Jingyang slowly opened the zipper of his schoolbag with his left hand and rummaged through the textbook, "My hand It's inconvenient to be injured, and I don't want to affect other people's studies. It's better to come back and sit with you, and it will be more convenient to do anything." "No, you were the one who
wanted to change seats in the first place, and now you are the one who wants to change seats." Ji Junshin He kicked Tan Jingyang's stool and said, "Why do you have the final say in everything?"
"That was then, and now is now." Tan Jingyang stopped what he was doing, looked at Jizhun, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and lowered his head. The voice said, "Besides, at that time, I didn't know that you were actually... right."
"That's right for you, uncle."
Tan Jingyang chuckled: "I'll leave the class notes to you, classmate."
...
When the bell rang during the recess period, Ji Zhun threw down his pen and lay on the desk, his half-squinted eyes full of exhaustion and sleepiness.
"Your handwriting is really ugly." Tan Jingyang glanced at the dog-like black spots on the notebook and said warmly.
"It's a matter of contentment." Jizhun closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, and said weakly, "I swear that I have never listened so seriously in my life as I did in those two lectures just now." "It should have been like this long ago." Tan
Jingyang Smiling, "Maybe after this experience, you can improve your college entrance examination score by more than 50 points." "
Oh, thank you." Ji Zhun lazily opened his eyes, got up and planned to walk outside the classroom.
"Why go?"
"Working on the rooftop."
Tan Jingyang nodded and stood up, "Let's go together."
Ji Zhun paused slightly and sighed softly.
"I never thought you were so clingy before."
"The surveillance on the roof has been repaired." Tan Jingyang walked up to Ji Zhun and whispered, "I'll take you to another place."
Ji Zhun had never noticed it before. , there is still such a place in No. 3 Middle School.
It was an abandoned sports equipment room, hidden at the corner of the stairs at the end of the top floor of the teaching building.
Tan Jingyang: "The key is in my trouser pocket."
Jizhun raised an eyebrow, put his hand into Tan Jingyang's trousers and took out a key.
The lock "clicked" opened, and the two walked into the equipment room. Tan Jingyang kicked the door behind him with his foot, and Ji Zhun quickly inserted the bolt.
This equipment room still looks like it did when the school was built, with layers of outdated green paint on the yellowed white walls. The two rows of iron cabinets were covered with a thick layer of dust.
Outside the window with wooden edges, there is a pot of spider plant that has withered for who knows how long. Looking out through the glass with a small hole, you can overlook the entire No. 3 Middle School.
Tan Jingyang bent down and took out a eight-treasure porridge tube from the crack of the cabinet. There were many cigarette butts inside.
Ji Zhun raised his eyebrows: "You made this all?"
"There are some." Tan Jingyang struggled to unscrew half a bottle of mineral water with his left hand, "Some people from the previous sessions also left it. The janitor who was in charge of the equipment used to smoke."
"Tsk, the monitor is the monitor, and no one would come to this place." Ji Zhun took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and handed his chin to Tan Jingyang, "Where is the key? Did you get it?"
"It was left by the old school worker." Tan Jingyang poured mineral water into the eight-treasure porridge container, and said lightly, "He was my neighbor next door to my previous house, and he resigned from school after he got cancer." "Oh.
" He nodded his head, lit a cigarette, held it in his hand and smoked it carelessly.
"When did you start smoking?" Tan Jingyang asked.
"First year of high school." Ji Zhun flicked soot into the eight-treasure porridge tube, "The leader of Land Rover, we all pretended to be aggressive together, but they gave up even after choking a few times, and I learned it." Ji
Zhun He was amused, turned his head to look at Tan Jingyang in the gleam of light that spilled into the room through the window, and asked, "What about you?"
Tan Jingyang quietly watched Jizhun under the sun, and after a moment of silence, he said lightly:
"The day my parents left."
Ji Zhun's hand that put the cigarette into his mouth suddenly paused, and the light in his eyes couldn't help but flicker.
"Ah, oh..." He lowered his eyes and licked his dry lips, and forcibly pulled the corner of his mouth:
"I'm sorry, Brother Yang."
"Ji Zhun." Tan Jingyang called out softly, then paused and said, " It's been a while since you called me Brother Shengyang."
Ji Zhun curled his fingers slightly while holding the cigarette, and stood by the window, stroking the body of the cigarette.
The dust in the sunlight was dancing up and down, and the old and dilapidated equipment room was filled with the smell of damp wood mixed with the smell of tobacco.
Tan Jingyang watched Jizhun's small movements intently, until the cigarette was half gone by itself, the dark light in his eyes gradually softened: "I smoked
there for a long time, why don't you give me a sip too?
" Zhun came back from his self-consciousness. He had already walked in front of the other party in a few steps. He turned his head and took a sip from Ji Zhun's hand holding the cigarette.
"Why are you slapping me again?" Ji Zhun frowned, and his originally harsh tone changed a few times, but when he spoke it became weak and no longer aggressive at all.
"I'm too lazy to take it." Tan Jingyang slowly exhaled a wisp of smoke, "Are you eating candy again?"
He pursed his lower lip: "Lemon and sea salt flavored."
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