For half the afternoon, neither Liu Zheng nor Zou Yiming could return to the classroom for class. It is said that the dean of students asked the two of them to call their parents, and Liu Zheng called his mother without saying a word, but Zou Yiming was as stubborn as a donkey from beginning to end, unwilling to give up. In the end, Liu Zheng, who cooperated with the leniency, only needed to write an inspection, while Zou Yiming, who resisted the strictness, was recorded as a major demerit.
Ji Zhun had heard Tan Jingyang tell him about Zou Yiming before, and he knew that he probably didn't want to trouble his mother. This person is usually a little muddy, but he is really a filial son. In addition, when Liu Zheng framed him before, Zou Yiming actually did not participate in it, so it seems that he is much more kind than Liu Zheng.
After the evening self-study get out of class, Ji Zhun followed Tan Jingyang home as usual to help him organize his notes. Recently, Aunt Hui has been helping Tan Jingyang pick up Tan Le, saying that she doesn't want him to keep running around when he is injured. Anyway, the massage parlor didn't open until evening, so I just took advantage of the spare time to share the burden for him.
Tan Jingyang originally wanted to give money, but Aunt Hui rolled her eyes directly. Compared with Tan Jingyang, Tan Le is simply much cuter. Seeing that she couldn't resist, Tan Jingyang had no choice but to agree, so on weekdays, she helped Aunt Hui to settle accounts and do chores, which was also counted as a thank you.
"I remember that when you first moved to Tianshui Street, you still had some opinions about Aunt Hui." Jizhun walked beside Tan Jingyang and raised his eyebrows and said to him, "Have you changed your mind now?" "Yeah." Tan Jingyang was a little
bit He smiled shamefully, "I had no choice but to live there because I didn't like everything I saw. Later I found out that my landlord and Aunt Hui are actually very good people, but they live upstairs and downstairs all year round, which inevitably creates some problems. Contradictory. The old man is currently ill and hospitalized, and Aunt Hui even brought some things to see him. She came back and lamented to me for a long time." "
Actually, this kind of neighborly relationship is really rare." Ji Zhun rubbed his nose, aroused by Tan Jingyang's words. He recalled some childhood memories, "When I used to live in a bungalow in an alley, there would be a dozen people running around from the corner to the end of the street, telling you to 'slow down and pay attention'. .Unlike now, I don't know the last name of the person next door."
He paused and then smiled and said: "But I can't hide any secrets. When Sister Jiao and my biological father were divorcing, one or two neighbors were more powerful than the two parties involved. No matter how they tried to persuade them to divorce, , the emphasis is on participation."
Tan Jingyang stopped suddenly and turned to look at Jizhun in surprise, as if he didn't expect that the other party would tell him his past so easily at this time.
Although Tan Jingyang knew that Chen Jianye was not Ji Zhun's biological father, after all, one of them was named Chen and the other was Chen, and Ji Zhun didn't follow his mother's surname. But it was the first time I heard about his previous life. But it's right to think about it this way, if he didn't live in the alley before, how could he be watched by Heizi growing up.
"I've never heard you say this before." Tan Jingyang's Adam's apple twitched and asked softly, a little cautiously, "How old were you when they separated?" "It was quite early." Ji Zhun shrugged indifferently, "
I My father used to work in a water and power plant, and he and Jiao Jiao were colleagues. Later, when he was laid off, he just did some small business. But he was lazy and loved to drink, so he couldn't do anything for a long time. In the end, not only did he earn no money, but he also received a When a woman comes home, she says it's okay to live with two people, and it's okay to live with three people... Do you think my sister's temper can be tolerated? Without saying a word, she kicked my biological father off and took me back to my grandma's house. . Later, my wealthy stepfather Chen Jianye came online." Ji Zhun's
tone rose slightly when he said this, and it didn't sound like a child from a single-parent family expressing his betrayal of his original family and his father. Complaints are more like talking about a TV series that airs two episodes every night at 8:00 p.m. after dinner.
Tan Jingyang remained silent and looked at Ji Zhun with a frown.
He seemed to want to say something, but he was afraid to speak.
Ji Zhun was amused by his hesitant look, and curved his lips and said, "Brother, are you holding back your urine?" "Are you
sad at that time?" Tan Jingyang asked in a low voice, with a trace of fire in his eyes. Distressed.
"It's really a bit awkward at first." Ji Zhun nodded undeniably, "Especially when the neighbors talk about it in front of you intentionally or unintentionally... things like 'it's so pitiful to be so noisy', 'his dad and his mistress seem to have someone outside. "Child, it would be a lie to say that I don't feel uncomfortable." He paused and then added, "But I didn't think it was anything special, especially when I later found out that Chen Jianye was treating my mother and me. It's really good. In Sister Jiao's words, it's because of Lao Chen that the mother sparrow can bring her chicks to live in the phoenix nest, where they stay for a lifetime. To be honest, ever since I followed Chen Jianye, the look on Jiao Jiao's face has Your smile is much brighter than before."
"So do you still have contact with your biological father now?"
"Yes, but not much." Jizhun shrugged, "Actually, my biological father is pretty good to me. Sister Jiao and Chen Jianye didn't stop me from contacting him. However, it seems that he and his later wife have never been able to have children. In recent years, they have been running around looking for doctors and medicines, and they haven't come back very often." Probably because he felt cold
. , Brigadier General put the hood on his head, rubbed his hands to breathe in the heat, raised his eyes and said with a smile: "To be honest, I am very grateful to my stepfather. Because of his love, all the things before seemed It's insignificant."
Tan Jingyang watched Ji Zhun quietly, his eyes were shining brightly against the street lamps.
He suddenly found that tonight he had a new understanding of the person in front of him. At first, he only thought that Ji Zhun was a rich young man born with a golden spoon in his mouth, because he was unsophisticated because he was unsophisticated. But now it seems that it is not that he has never experienced it, but that he has replaced sharp sensitivity with a kind of free and easy, open-mindedness. This is not only due to Chen Jianye, but also his eyes that can see paper money as a butterfly.
Thinking about it this way, my previous thoughts on him were still too one-sided.
"Huh? It's snowing."
A hint of coldness fell on the tip of Ji Zhun's nose. He looked up at the falling snowflakes under the street lights, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned on the camera function: "
Brother Yang, look at me. "
Tan Jingyang withdrew his thoughts suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw Ji Zhun was taking pictures of him with his mobile phone while moving his feet to find the best composition.
"Tsk, don't make a fool of yourself, just smile?" Ji Zhun brought his phone close to Tan Jingyang, and took a close-up of him.
Tan Jingyang has never been used to taking pictures, but whenever the camera hits him, he will definitely freeze.
So he reached out to cover Ji Zhun's lens, but was gently waved away by the other party. He could only sigh and said, "What are you doing?" "
Record your handsome face." Ji Zhun stared at the screen and showed his fangs. He raised his chin at Tan Jingyang and said, "Come on, say something."
"What?"
"Whatever."
"..."
Tan Jingyang stood motionless, a little confused by Ji Zhun's unprovoked operation.
Seeing that the other party hadn't spoken for a long time, Ji Zhun could only try to guide Tan Jingyang to speak.
"Is it cold, Brother Yang?" he asked.
"It's not cold."
"What should we eat when we go back later?"
"Let's cook noodles." Tan Jingyang paused, "Or what do you want to eat?"
"I... can do it, preferably something warmer."
Jizhun Holding up their mobile phones, the two of them walked slowly towards Tianshui Street, talking nonsense at the same time.
"What are you doing recording this for?"
"What do you think?"
"...Forget it."
"Brother Yang, your hometown is Meicheng?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me what delicious food there is in Meicheng."
"The fermented duck and braised fish roe...are gone."
"Who did you learn painting from?"
"My mother."
"Is she an art teacher?"
"Yeah."
"Then do you want to be an art teacher in the future?"
"No."
"Then what?
" Let's talk about it after going to college."
"Hey, absolutely..." Jizhun moved the phone away, looked at Tan Jingyang helplessly, frowned, and said, "Can you stop being like a lazy donkey? Let me ask you One sentence."
"."
"Forget it."
"I like you."
Two voices overlapped.
Ji Zhun slipped his hand, and the phone almost fell face down on the ground. He frantically connected several times before barely protecting the phone, but he didn't dare to snap at Tan Jingyang as he did just now.
"Should I continue?" Tan Jingyang looked at Ji Zhun and asked seriously.
"Cough, well, it's almost enough."
Ji Zhun licked his dry lips, and put the phone back into his pocket.
...
That night, after returning from Tan Jingyang's house, Jizhun opened the editing software on the computer and dragged this clip into the track.
In class today, he analyzed the skills he is good at from the inside to the outside. In the end, I found that the only thing that could be managed was filming. So, he decided to make a video for Tan Jingyang on his birthday. Firstly, it won't conflict with styles, and secondly, it is quite original.
I have to say that Tan Jingyang's face is very photogenic. It's not that simple handsome, but textured. Judging from the amount of film viewing that Ji Zhun considers to be quite abundant, this face is undoubtedly more suitable for the big screen.
It's a pity, but he is a facial paralysis who becomes stiff when he sees the camera.
The mouse selected the material and pulled it frame by frame, and Ji Zhun easily cut out the useful parts.
He turned up the volume in the headphones quite loudly so that he could check where noise reduction was needed. The clock on the desk lamp pointed to one in the morning. Ji Zhun rubbed his eyes and took a sip of the hot milk on the side.
As the picture on the screen flickered twice, the embarrassing old man blushing said again from the earphone:
"I like you."
Ji Zhun was caught off guard and almost sprayed milk all over the keyboard. He quickly took out a few pieces of paper and wiped them, only to feel that the nerves in his forehead began to beat wildly again.
He bit the tip of his tongue, then took out a super strong mint candy from the drawer and chewed it in his mouth, so that the damn restlessness would stop quickly.
The mouse quickly cut out the material with that sentence, intending to delete it. But after swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, the hand that clicked "delete" was never willing to let go.
In the end, the material was saved in another copy by Ji Zhun, and it was locked in a locked folder.
Folder name: [waste material]
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