Why do you still need to roll up after being reborn?

Chapter 63 Jiang Yan’s abilities (fourth update)

The three of them had dinner near the school, and then Jiang Yan took Song Jiawen and Huang Mao back to his home.

School holidays are not very convenient for boarding students like them from the countryside, because the boarding housekeeper also has a day off.

The teacher said hello and he could continue to live there, but the problem was that he was alone in the dark building. It was better for him as a boy to be brave. Who would dare to be a girl?

Song Jiawen was not afraid of no one in the building, she was afraid of loneliness.

Jiang Yan once asked her what she wanted to do most in the future?

Song Jiawen almost didn't hesitate. She said, "I just want someone to respond to my conversations in the future and someone to accompany me when I eat."

Jiang Yan looked at her in silence for a long time.

Not even 5 minutes after the three people left, Yang Yi rushed to No. [-] Middle School in a hurry.

Shi Peixia had sprained her feet, otherwise she would have come to pick her up a long time ago.Yang Yi was specifically told to pick up Jia Jia after school.

She would have been able to come here after the exam, but Fan Jingjing wanted to take his car to the library, so he could only ask the driver to take a detour to see her off first, and then come over to No. [-] Middle School.

"Classmate, have you seen Song Jiawen?"

In the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-], only a few students on duty were cleaning, and everyone else had left.

"Song Jiawen is gone, she seems to have returned to her home."

"Go back to her house?"

Yang Yi was stunned. Could it be that he was going back to Jianghai Town?

He was a little disappointed when he didn't receive anyone. He would inevitably be scolded by his grandma when he got back. This was secondly, but mainly because he had some math problems that he wanted her to help with.

It's okay now, people are gone.

At this time, Song Jiawen, whom he was thinking about, was already approaching Jiang Yan's community in Huang Mao's van.

The house had been cleaned by Jiang Yan a long time ago, and all necessary items such as bedding had been prepared. The master bedroom was reserved for Song Jiawen, and he and Huang Mao lived in his second bedroom.

When they arrived at the place, the two men moved the five discarded computers in the van upstairs. The small living room was immediately covered with floorboards and all the pins were empty.

Jiang Yan took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and started to dismantle the computer. After all the disassembly was completed, he sorted the accessories, throwing all the unusable ones into the trash can, and asked Huang Mao to write down the missing ones.

In the end, after putting the pieces together, five useless computers turned out to be three intact ones.

Song Jiawen, who was watching from the side, was even more surprised.

I really didn’t see that this guy had this ability.

She asked, "Where are you going to sell the pretended ones?"

Huang Mao looked at Jiang Yan. He was not familiar with Yunzhou. He had to listen to his brother where he wanted to go.

Although Mr. Huang Mao always calls Jiang Yan his brother, he is actually one year older than Jiang Yan, but he feels that he does not have the momentum of his elder brother. The key is that if Jiang Yan calls him brother, he will tremble.

In the end, he simply demoted himself to the rank of younger brother.

"If you don't sell it here, you'd better go to the county seat."

Huang Mao is familiar with the county town. There are two companies there that specialize in buying second-hand computers. They have been selling them for almost a year. He has already become familiar with the boss. It is easy to negotiate whether it is price or other things.

But he is also not familiar with the second-hand computer market in Yunzhou, and he has no intention of getting familiar with it. He will leave in a few months, so why bother?

"Go to the county town and sell them. These computers are cheaper than those in the county town, but they don't look that old. I'll raise the price with the boss then. Hey, I'll earn more than before."

Huang Mao was very excited, as if he had found a big market, "Brother, how about we all do this in the future? I will collect the computers in the city, you come back to disassemble them and assemble them, and then I will drive to the county to sell them? Is that feasible?"

It's indeed a good path.

<divclass="contentadv">After all, computers are not yet popular. In the past, Huangmao could collect at most two machines a day in the county, and sometimes not one in two days. In comparison, it was easier to collect in the city.

The two were discussing enthusiastically. Song Jiawen sat quietly aside, folding her arms on her legs and resting her chin on them. Slowly, her eyelids slowly dropped.

When Jiang Yan noticed something was wrong, he found that Song Jiawen had fallen asleep.

The girl's small and delicate face was buried in her arms. Her closed eyes showed that her eyelashes were longer and curled than usual. Her cold white skin glowed faintly under the light.

"Shh!"

Jiang Yan signaled Huang Mao, who was still talking incessantly, to stop first. He got up and quietly went to the bathroom to wash his hands first, and then returned to Song Jiawen. He bent down and held her leg with one arm, and put the other around her. He held her up on his back, keeping her in her original sleeping position.

It wasn't until he entered the master bedroom and put her on the bed that he let her lie down.

Huang Mao watched this scene from the side, always feeling that something was strange.

When men hug women on TV, don’t they always hold them horizontally?It's eye-catching and whatnot, why is it that his brother hugs the little sister so awkwardly?

But he only dared to mutter these words in his heart and did not dare to say them out loud.

Song Jiawen's sleep was sweeter than ever before, and it was already bright when she opened her eyes.

It was quiet outside, and it felt like there was no one around.

Song Jiawen got up and walked out. The messy living room last night had been cleaned and tidied.

Three installed computers and hosts were placed side by side against the wall, with the screens polished and shiny; the two uninstalled computers were still disassembled and placed orderly on the other side.

On the dining table were steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, and a note.

Jiang Yan said that he and Huang Mao went to buy computer accessories and would be back soon.

I got up early enough, and it's not even eight o'clock yet.

The words "eight o'clock" just passed through her mind. Song Jiawen, who was about to wash her face and brush her teeth, was stunned. She didn't wake up until almost eight o'clock this time?

What time did you go to bed last night?

Song Jiawen walked into the bathroom with a confused look on her face, and found that she couldn't remember when she went to bed.

But she didn't dwell too much on it. After washing, she hurried to the living room to have breakfast.

Jiang Yan and Huang Mao came back at 08:30, each holding a large box in their hands.

"We'll leave as soon as I install these two computers."

"Not in a hurry."

Jiang Yan took off his coat and put it on the sofa, then took out a black object from the box and placed it on the coffee table. He pressed the switch and said, "pleaselistentothepassage2"

Huang Mao held his head in pain, "Brother, don't you have headphones?"

"I want to install a computer, how can I wear headphones?"

"Then why don't you wait until you're done pretending to listen? You should rest your head, you've been listening all this time."

It's not that he wants to interfere with his brother's study, it's just that this thing is a magic sound and it makes his head hurt when he hears it.He almost used the brake as the accelerator when he heard it all the way back.

But Huang Mao's protest was obviously of no use. Jiang Yan still went his own way, refusing to listen while trying hard to listen to the birdsong.

Half an hour later, the two computers, which looked at least [-]% new, were assembled. Jiang Yan turned off the Walkman and moved the five computers to the van downstairs with Huang Mao.

Then he went upstairs to wash his hands, took his schoolbag and went downstairs with Song Jiawen.

"We will take you to your uncle's house later, and then Huang Mao and I will go to the county seat. We will return to Yunzhou at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, okay?"