The last class is Lao Ma's. Less than ten minutes before school ends at noon, a thin figure suddenly appears outside the classroom. Through the window glass, I looked inwardly.
The old horse stopped lecturing and walked to the door:
"Who are you looking for?"
The visitor grinned at the old horse very familiarly, nodded and bowed and said: "Oh, teacher, teacher, teacher, did you delay your lecture? It's all right You don't care about me, go back to yours."
Lao Ma frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Are you...the parent of a student?"
"Hey, my nephew is in your class, and his name is Tan Jingyang."
Ji Zhun was Work hard to help Tan Jingyang do coolies and take notes in class. Hearing the voice of someone outside, he felt a little familiar. Just when he was about to look up, Tan Jingyang who was beside him stood up abruptly, and was about to go out with a sullen face.
Ji Zhun hurriedly grabbed the corner of his clothes, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "Don't get on top, Tan Jingyang, this is still in school.
" .
Ji Zhun got up and pressed his shoulder, signaling Tan Jingyang to sit down first. At this time, many students in the class have turned their attention to the two.
"Class is over soon. I'll talk about what's going on later." Ji Zhun quickly glanced at the classmates, and leaned over to Tan Jingyang and whispered, "If you keep doing this, you'll be really ruined." Seeing that Tan Jingyang was still
unmoved , Ji Zhun's hand on his shoulder couldn't help tightening again, and he whispered:
"Be obedient, Brother Yang."
Until this moment, the threatening sharpness in Tan Jingyang's eyes subsided a little.
He closed his eyes, and sat back under Ji Zhun's force, but he didn't hear a word of the easy test points in Lao Ma's mouth.
Finally, when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Tan Jingyang walked quickly towards the outside of the classroom. Seeing this, Ji Zhun didn't have time to pack his things, so he hurriedly followed him to Yuan Chengwen.
Yuan Chengwen was carrying a lunch box in his hand, and when he saw Tan Jingyang, he showed a warm smile.
The corners of his mouth were pulled high, as if he had completely forgotten the unhappiness that happened not long ago.
"Nephew! Are your arms feeling better?" He shook the lunch box and showed off, "Uncle, I went to the vegetable market early in the morning and chose the best bones to make pork rib soup for you. As the saying goes, What is lacking has to be made up, this soup, it..."
"Talk in another place." Tan Jingyang interrupted hurriedly, and walked out of the school with Yuan Chengwen.
"Hey, that's it."
Yuan Chengwen twisted the lid of the lunch box again, and followed behind Tan Jingyang.
Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Ji Zhun quickly pondered whether he should follow. In the end, he still couldn't let go, and walked towards Tan Jingyang...
In the remote alley near the No. 3 Middle School, there are many wires entangled. Some people who are not afraid of death hang their wet clothes and quilts on the wires, dripping water dripping down.
Tan Jingyang stopped at the end of the alley, turned back and stared at Yuan Chengwen coldly:
"Who asked you to come to my school?"
Yuan Chengwen blinked, and then said aggrievedly: "Aren't I worried about your injury? I was thinking about the lunch canteen. There are so many people here, I'm afraid you won't be able to grab a meal, so I want to stew some bone soup to improve your meal." "
Oh." Tan Jingyang looked Yuan Chengwen up and down with a look of seeing a joke.
Yuan Chengwen felt a little guilty after being stared at by him, muttered a few words timidly, and reached into his trouser pocket to touch the cigarette. His eyes rolled quickly, and then he licked his smiling face again and handed the cigarette case to Tan Jingyang, flattering him,
"Come on, nephew, try uncle's cigarettes."
"Tsk, it's guaranteed to be real cigarettes! Huazi, the big boss smokes it!"
"You have seen it, and the soup has been delivered. If you have nothing to do, go back quickly." Tan Jingyang took half a step back, turned and wanted to leave.
"Hey Jingyang!" Yuan Chengwen saw this and called out quickly, "Wait a minute!"
Tan Jingyang stopped, and then the corners of his lips curved in a playful way.
After thinking about it, he knew that Yuan Chengwen could show his courtesy for nothing, but it would not be about caring.
"I'll tell you the truth, nephew, besides looking at your injuries, I have something else I want to discuss with you..." Yuan Chengwen lowered his head, quietly raised his eyelids to observe Tan Jingyang's expression , said cautiously, "Do you still remember the girlfriend I made last year, Yanzi? During the physical examination last month, the doctor said that she had a tumor in her body, and the situation is not optimistic..." Yuan Chengwen swallowed, and raised his eyebrows
. Drooping down: "Surgery requires money, and the amount is quite a lot. Her family can't afford so much at one time, so she found me. You said that it would be too much for me to let go of me at this time and separate myself from her." He's not a man!... But you also know my situation, the debt I owe has just been paid off, and I really can't afford that much money right now."
Tan Jingyang raised her eyebrows and leaned against the wall He lit a cigarette, smoked it calmly and let Yuan Chengwen perform in front of him with great emotion.
Yuan Chengwen: "I only have this broken house left now, so I can't really sell it to sleep on the street?" He licked his lips, and tentatively said, "I just want to say, I Sister, doesn't your mother still have an old house in Meicheng? Anyway, you won't go back, can you..."
Tan Jingyang lowered her head while biting her cigarette holder, and suddenly laughed out loud.
His gloomy smile made Yuan Chengwen involuntarily feel chills all over his body, and he shouted anxiously: "Don't worry, I will only take the part needed for the operation fee, and the rest will belong to you! ... I, I can still pay for it." Set up a written proof, and I will return everything to you in the future, guaranteed to be not less than ten cents!"
"Fuck me." Jing Yang laughed even harder, his throat was choked by the cigarette and became a little hoarse.
He raised his lips and looked at Yuan Chengwen, shook his head and said with emotion: "You can even lie about your girlfriend having a tumor? Yuan Chengwen, are you still a fucking human being?"
"I swear to God! If I lie, I will give birth to a son with blind eyes!" Yuan Chengwen's eyes were red, and he swore to the sky.
"Don't say you don't have it now, if he was like what you said, you would throw your own son down the toilet without saying a word, right?" "
Tan Jingyang!" Yuan Chengwen rushed over, raised his hand and wanted Slap Tan Jingyang across the face.
Tan Jingyang caught it firmly with his left hand, and twisted Yuan Chengwen's arm in the opposite direction inch by inch.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah-!" Yuan Chengwen kept crying out in pain after his hands were broken.
Tan Jingyang clenched his back molars tightly, and forced out a low sentence from between his teeth:
"Get out!"
At this moment, Yuan Chengwen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly punched Tan Jingyang's right arm with his other hand. It hit it.
Seeing this, Tan Jingyang hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. He only felt a dull pain in his arm for a moment, and his whole body bent down. He pressed his right arm with his left hand hard, and a layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"Yes, it was you who made the first move!" Yuan Chengwen also knew that this move must have been a heavy blow, and he stepped back step by step and shouted, "You forced me!" Ji Zhun was looking for Tan Jingyang
nearby Suddenly, Yuan Chengwen's voice came from the alley.
His heart sank, and he hurriedly ran deep into the alleyway.
When she saw Tan Jingyang leaning against the wall with a pale face while pressing her arms. Ji Zhun only felt his head go "buzzing", and he pushed Yuan Chengwen who was blocking the way and rushed up to support him.
"Brother Yang!" Ji Zhun shouted in panic, subconsciously trying to touch Tan Jingyang's right arm.
"It's okay." Tan Jingyang's voice seemed a little trembling due to pain, but he still tried to keep his tone calm in the face of Ji Junshi.
Ji Zhun raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Chengwen who was standing aside, his usually careless eyes now darkened.
Yuan Chengwen was a little frightened by the wolf-like gaze, and he kicked over the lunch box at his feet.
The bone soup instantly spilled all over the floor, sending up wisps of white smoke.
"I'm talking about uncle." Jizhun dug his lower lip with his tiger fangs, "You are planning to force him to death and it won't be over, right?" "I...I'm not sincere either
!" Yuan Chengwen said at this time, although I feel guilty, but I still can't lose the face of my elders when facing a young man.
He frowned and said: "Ask him yourself, there is no use keeping that house. Selling it will be good for him, me and Yanzi! Besides, it's not like I won't pay back the money! Isn't this just a rush to save money?" "
Then It's your family's business and I have nothing to do with it." Ji Zhun narrowed his eyes and suddenly changed the subject, "But if you dare to touch Tan Jingyang again, try it again."
Yuan Chengwen was stunned when he heard this.
"You are his uncle, so he won't do anything to you." Jizhun paused, looked up at Yuan Chengwen and said word by word, "But that doesn't mean I won't." After saying this
, Ji Zhun didn't look at Yuan Chengwen any more. He helped Tan Jingyang up, and the two walked out of the deep alley together.
The sun was dazzling outside the alley. Ji Zhun was walking in front and was about to stop the car when Tan Jingyang called him from behind.
"Hey, why are you going?"
Ji Zhun said in a low voice without looking back, "Hospital, look at your arm."
"No need." Tan Jingyang walked up to Ji Zhun and said in a gentle tone, "It doesn't hurt much now. ."
Jizhun frowned and stared at Tan Jingyang, and asked suspiciously: "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Tan Jingyang nodded.
Seeing that Jizhun was still standing still, he hesitated for a while, and then grabbed Jizhun's wrist with his left hand: "Let's go, go to the cafeteria to
have something to eat, there is still class in the afternoon."
Jizhun's grasped hand , the fingertips moved slightly unnoticeably. But after thinking about it, he still couldn't bear to throw Tan Jingyang away.
It wasn't until entering the school that the other party let go of Ji Zhun's wrist.
Ji Zhun looked away and put his hands in his pockets, but he only felt that Tan Jingyang's body temperature remained on his wrists all afternoon.
...
That night, Tan Jingyang planned to go to the supermarket to buy some quick-frozen dumplings to cook. In the end, Ji Zhun ordered a lot of food to be delivered to his home without his consent.
"The handicapped can stay on the sidelines honestly." Ji Zhun opened the lunch box, set up a large table, and then called out to Tan Le who was doing homework, "Xiao Le, wash your hands and eat." Tan Le heard that the room was
full The rice is so fragrant that I can't sit still for a long time. But because he was afraid of Tan Jingyang who was on the side, he didn't dare to move his butt off the stool. Hearing Ji Zhun's voice at this time, he felt as if he had been pardoned, and Sa Yazi ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.
After the three of them finished their meal, Ji Zhun began to help Tan Jingyang translate the notes he wrote today.
"Wo...wo...wo..." Looking at the mess twisted on the paper, Jizhun bit the pen and moved closer, struggling to recognize the handwriting he created, "Wo! Damn! What is this special code? ?"
"The influence of the Walker circulation." Tan Jingyang whispered beside him.
"Oh, yes! Walker circulation..."
So this kind of battle lasted for half an hour, and in the second half of the process, the revolutionary work of Ji Zhun to popularize cultural knowledge to Tan Jingyang decisively turned into Tan Jingyang slowly reorganizing all the content of today's class He told Ji Zhun again.
Ji Zhun closed the book, raised his eyebrows and looked at Tan Jingyang: "I said you know everything, so you still need to take notes?"
Tan Jingyang curled up his lower lip and said calmly: "If you don't remember one, maybe you can learn two."
Jizhun chuckled: "The monitor is so considerate."
"Actually, your grades are not bad, but you are too partial to the subjects. ." Tan Jingyang tapped the book with his left hand and said jokingly, "How about it, would you consider asking Teacher Tan to help you make up for the exam?" "Let's talk about it later." Ji Zhun yawned lazily, his eyes half raised
suddenly
. It landed on the DVD player under the TV.
"VCD machine? I haven't seen this thing in a long time." He turned around and asked Tan Jingyang, "Did the landlord leave it?" "Brought it myself."
Tan Jingyang paused, "My dad bought it before."
Mentioned Tan Jingyang's father, Jizhun's heart sank again.
He pretended to nod casually and said, "Oh...do you have a disc at home?"
"Yes." Tan Jingyang said warmly.
...
The two played a former Soviet movie. Tan Le didn't like to watch, so after joining in the fun for a while, he dozed off.
Tan Jingyang pushed Tan Le back to the bed, turned off the headlights in the living room, and lowered the volume.
He opened the refrigerator and took out two cans of beer, and threw one of them to Ji Zhun.
In the dimly lit room, only the TV was the only light source left, and the light and shadow projected flickered and danced on the faces of the two of them.
They sat on the sofa drinking and watching movies, not talking much.
But Tan Jingyang couldn't remember the last time he felt so stable and comfortable now.
Some beer was on Ji Zhun's lips, he stared at the screen and stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick it casually, then swallowed it as soon as his Adam's apple rolled. In the next second, he suddenly noticed a dark gaze projected from the side.
Ji Zhun turned his head to look at Tan Jingyang, raised his eyebrows, and looked like "Look at me."
Tan Jingyang pursed her lips and remained silent. After a long while, she lowered her eyes and shook her head, then downed the remaining half of the bottle of cold beer in one go.
"The radiator you have here is not powerful."
Ji Zhun sat on the sofa with his feet curled up, his toes slightly curled up, and he shrank inward.
Tan Jingyang glanced around and saw the half of Ji Zhun's exposed ankle, and his eyes instantly darkened a bit.
"I'll come in and give you a blanket." Tan Jingyang whispered.
"No need." Jizhun stood up, "Your hands are inconvenient, let me go... Is it in the closet?"
He said and opened the door to the back room and walked in slowly.
Tan Jingyang's quilt smelled the same as his own, it was sunshine mixed with white orchid washing powder.
The Brigadier General took the quilt out of the cabinet and was about to close the door when he suddenly found a picture frame upside down at the bottom of the cabinet.
His eyes flickered for a moment, and he reached out his hand out of nowhere, and turned the picture frame over.
...