repeat students

It was still the neighborhood where the tavern was located last time, but this time it was Jian Zixing who took the lead.

In the dark, he led Zhong Chen around the residential buildings and stood downstairs.

"Have you brought the keys?" Zhong Chen looked down at his pajama pants that didn't even have a pocket.

"No key." Jian Zixing squatted down as he said, and groped for a long time near the crack of the door of the unit. He took out a small iron rod, poked it into the keyhole and broke it. The electronic door clicked and the lock slid open.

"Awesome." Zhong Chen was stunned, and bent over holding the door lock for a long time in dissatisfaction.

"It's not that I'm awesome, it's that this lock is old." Jian Zixing slapped him, "During the two years when my dad had the worst fight, he confiscated my keys, so I would pry the upstairs and downstairs of my house in the fourth grade. Two locks."

Zhong Chen: "..."

"I was really raised by my father." Jian Zixing said calmly.

The corridor was dark, the steps were high and low, and the cement on the edge was bald, exposing the steel bars inside.

Going up to the third floor in the dark, Jian Zixing murmured: "The voice-activated light on this floor is also broken, and the neighbors don't fix it, so they will wait for my house when they come back."

"Are you catching a cold?" Zhong Chen asked, "It's been a long time since I stopped crying, my voice is still swollen."

"Maybe." Jian Zixing cleared his throat while poking the lock. There was a burning pain in his throat. He opened the door and turned on the light, "Come in."

"Wow." Zhong Chen stood on tiptoe at the door, looked around the room, and couldn't help but let out another "Wow".

The house is small, but it feels like home.The light bulbs are all warm, and the tables and chairs are also log-colored, which contrasts sharply with the dark night and cold rain outside just now.

"Let's stay here tonight." Jian Zixing said, "You sleep on the sofa."

"I see that there are two rooms." Zhong Chen stood at the door of the larger bedroom and looked in, "I want to sleep in this."

"That's my dad's room." Jian Zixing paused, then walked into the kitchen expressionlessly, "My dad bothers me to go into his room."

Zhong Chen grumbled dryly when he heard the words, and took two steps back after a while, curling his lips, "Tch, if you don't go in, you can't go in, the furniture is all tattered, and it's not as new as the dormitory."

Jian Zixing opened the cupboard to rummage through food, Zhongchen came back from inside and outside the house, leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets, "Are you hungry too?"

"A little bit." Jian Zixing sniffed, "I eat a lot of hot pot, maybe you have contracted swine fever after staying with you for a long time."

"Chef bring me a copy!" Zhong Chen smiled, "You just have a cold, I'll find medicine for you."

"There is a biscuit box in the TV cabinet." Jian Zixing said while flipping through the refrigerator, "I want to eat Yinqiao slices, don't take it by mistake."

"I'm still very particular about taking medicine." Zhong Chen curled his lips, "Both of you are the same, you're good at what you do."

Jian's TV cabinet is very complicated, like a lattice cabinet in a traditional Chinese medicine store, densely packed at a glance.Zhong Chen pulled out one by one drawer and pushed it back again, feeling like he was opening a box, until the penultimate one opened the legendary biscuit box.

"Is this the most expensive piece of furniture in your house?" he yelled into the kitchen.

"Yes." Jian Zixing raised his voice and said, "My dad likes this, saying it has an old taste."

"It does have a smell." Zhong Chen sniffed, frowned and said, "It must be moldy."

The biscuit box was tightly buttoned, and as soon as it was finally opened, Zhong Chen felt a numbness in his buttocks.

He froze for a moment before realizing it was the phone ringing.

A name jumped on the screen saver: Ms. Chen Zhu.

"Hiss—" Zhongchen's scalp went numb, and he turned the phone upside down between his hands, then threw it on the ground, and turned to look at the clock on the wall.

One forty-five in the morning.

"Haunted," he muttered.

The phone vibrated on the ground. Zhong Chen lowered his head to look for medicine in the biscuit box. After searching for a long time, he found the legendary Yinqiao tablet. After closing the cover, the phone was still vibrating.

Judging from the number of pauses in the middle, this is the third time a certain queen has called.If he doesn't answer, he probably won't have a chance to answer her call again in his life.

Zhong Chen sighed, picked up his phone and directly opened the door of the living room leading to the balcony, and hid outside the balcony.

"mom."

The voice of the person on the phone was sweet, but his aura was extremely strong, the kind that could subdue the legendary school bully.

"I've been watching you for a few days, little handsome boy Chenchen." Chen Zhu said, "After ten o'clock in the evening, your step count will gradually increase. Let me, the person who gave birth to you, ask, what are you doing now? What do you rely on for food? Don’t tell me it’s night running to make money.”

Zhong Chen immediately groaned, "Mom, your guess is so right! I downloaded a night running app, and I pay [-] for running five kilometers every night, and you can withdraw cash when you spend [-]!"

"Is there such a stupid business model?" Chen Zhu sneered, "Which APP?"

Zhong Chen pondered for a moment, "Peppa parkour...rescue Dad?"

"Stop talking to me!"

There was a bang on the other end of the phone, and Zhong Chen could almost imagine his mother's soft white hands clapping on that noble desk.

He sighed, "It doesn't matter what I rely on to make money, just barely eat."

"What's for dinner?" Chen Zhu asked.

"Hot pot." Zhong Chen said, "We'll have supper later."

"It seems that your independent life is not bad." Chen Zhu's tone could not detect any emotion.

Zhong Chen sighed at the dark buildings outside the window.

"Mom, where do you think I am now?" He pressed his forehead against the glass and asked in a low voice.

Chen Zhu didn't speak.

"Red Flag Community." Zhong Chen smiled wryly, "A little classmate I really like came to his house, but I didn't expect him to live here."

The phone was completely quiet, if he hadn't grown up holding that woman's hand, Zhong Chen would have thought she was really unmoved.

It's just the subtle breathing fluctuations in the quiet line, which were still captured by him.

"I really think I saw him." Zhong Chen said, "I've watched so many social news, and there was a sea of ​​people on the camera, but that shadow poked me. Why? Didn't even show a side face, but I The feeling is very real, that is my father."

"Your father chased drug lords into the mountain." Chen Zhu's voice trembled slightly, "After so many years, how could he still be alive?"

Zhong Chen was quiet for a while, and then said softly, "I don't believe he's dead."

"So, you have to wait in that small place?" Chen Zhu asked.

"I won't wait anymore, Mom." Zhong Chen wiped his face, raised his head and stared wide-eyed, it took a while to stop the soreness in his nasal cavity, and turned his head to look at the kitchen through the glass door.

"I made an agreement with that little classmate I like very much. We have to put it into action. I will definitely find him." Zhong Chen said softly, and there seemed to be a string silently tensed in the depths of his black eyes.

"At least, find the guy on the camera. If he's not, I'll just go home."

Chen Zhu was silent for a long time, then heaved a deep sigh.

"I should really send you to participate in the Transformer." She said through gritted teeth, "You are just used to doing whatever you want, and you have one problem after another."

Zhong Chen grinned, "The handsome Chen Chen is the favored young master."

"Be as virtuous as your father." Chen Zhu's tone was indifferent, and he said after a while, "I will send you some money tomorrow, stop running at night to earn income, study hard, eat how much money I like from my little classmate, feel free to return it to me People."

"Aww." Zhong Chen covered the microphone and looked up to the sky for a while, laughing silently, then cleared his throat, and said seriously: "I didn't eat other people's food, so I want to look good."

Chen Zhu snorted coldly, "Male classmate, female classmate?"

"Male classmate." Zhong Chen spoke confidently.

Opening the windowsill door, the sound of the kitchen broke into the ears instantly.

Zhong Chen still felt a little sad about the discussion about his father just now, and he heard the sound of kitchen knives, as if chopping dumpling stuffing, da da da da da da.

He ran over in two steps, leaned over the door frame and looked, "What are you cutting!"

"Ginger and garlic." Jian Zixing said.

"Black vest, white pajama pants, hair soft and fluffy." Zhong Chen looked at him and said.

Jian Zixing held a piece of ginger in one hand, and supported the kitchen knife in the other hand, with the tip as an axis, and quickly raised and lowered, without raising his eyes, he asked, "How about writing poetry?"

"Writing about you." Zhong Chen clicked his tongue twice, then stretched his neck and glanced at the stove.

The noodles are boiled in the boiling pot, it is the kind of sliced ​​noodles in the bag, rolled in the boiling water with white flowers, it looks very chewy and delicious.

Oil was burning on another stove over a low heat.

After Jian Zixing finished chopping ginger and garlic quickly, he took out two large bowls from the cabinet.Add juice one by one.

Three tablespoons of light soy sauce, two tablespoons of mature vinegar, and then divide the sliced ​​noodles boiled in water into two bowls.

"What are you going to do?" Zhong Chen probed, "Is this way of eating too primitive? Don't you have instant noodle seasoning at home?"

As soon as he finished asking, he received Jian Zixing's contemptuous look.

Without saying a word, Jian Zixing grabbed a handful of dried chili peppers from the jar and threw them into the oil-burning frying pan. With a sizzling sound, the spicy aroma of oil wafted through the air.

With one hand, he quickly piled the minced ginger and garlic on the two bowls of noodles, and piled up a few slices of luncheon meat. Then he turned off the heat and started the pot. With a flick of his wrist, he poured the boiling oil on top of it neatly. ——

Chili, ginger and garlic sizzled, and a puff of white smoke rose, filling the room with fragrance.

Zhong Chen felt like he was going crazy.

"Oil splashed noodles!"

Jian Zixing looked at him indifferently, "Primitive?"

"It's my disrespect." Zhong Chen hurriedly cupped his fists.

Jian Zixing cleaned up the stove briefly, and Zhong Chen stood by the counter, loving the two bowls of noodles.

"Which bowl is mine?"

"The blue ones." Jian Zixing said, "Leave the red ones to me. I don't like to use cold-colored tableware when I eat."

Zhong Chen compared the two bowls carefully, and felt that the blue bowl beat the red bowl by a slight margin.

"I love you so picky." He picked up two bowls and walked out, adding, "If I pour all the noodles in the red bowl into the blue bowl, will it all be mine? "

"I think you want to die." Jian Zixing said.

Zhong Chen held the bowl and laughed happily, so happy that he almost forgot about the father mentioned just now.

The oil-splashed noodles are particularly fragrant. The boiling oil stimulates the aroma of ginger and garlic, and it is mixed with the thick wide noodles. Take a bite of the noodles, and then take a bite of the thick luncheon meat.

Before eating the Paige oil-splashed noodles, he naively thought that the hand-pulled noodles made by Ms. Chen Zhu were the best in the world.

Ms. Chen Zhu lost.

Jian Zixing sat down and ate two bites with him, then stood up again.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Chen raised his head in concern amidst his busy schedule.

"There seems to be beer in the refrigerator." Jian Zixing muttered, "No guarantee, I'll look for it."

Really, the last can, you can barely share it.

Jian Zixing found two glasses, opened the tabs with a click, and poured them for Zhong Chen first.

The beer is poured into the wine glass, and the sound of rich foam is clear to the ears.Zhong Chen couldn't help whistling, and said with emotion: "It's so cool."

Jian Zixing sat down, raised his wine glass and waved it in front of his eyes, "Thank you."

"Huh?" Zhong Chen, who was about to drink, was taken aback, "What is it?"

"Thank you for helping me take care of my dad after paying your salary." Jian Zixing paused, lowered his head, took a bite of noodles, and said, "Thank you for being with me today, too."

After saying this, he bowed his head and ate the noodles.Zhong Chen stared at him, and found that the roots of his ears were red with shame.

"Tsk." Zhong Chen moved the stool to his side, and hooked his shoulders again, "You're so polite."

"Can you avoid touching people blindly after you've been drenched in the rain?" Jian Zixing leaned towards him.

"Like you didn't get wet in the rain." Zhong Chen snorted, and tightened his hands again, "Xing Xing, hug me."

"Shut up." Jian Zixing got angry and pushed him, "Are you still eating?"

"Eat!" Zhong Chen withdrew his hand, drank the beer in one gulp, and sighed comfortably: "I've never eaten such delicious noodles, it's so fragrant, it's really not in vain."

Jian Zixing was silent.After eating for a while, I was a little full, so I turned my head and quietly watched the guy beside me gobble it up.

Zhong Chen seems to like eating anything, of course, it may be because he was very hungry before.

Seen from behind, the shoulder blades under the black vest are protruding, rising and falling with the movement.

The boy is full of vitality from head to toe, and he is full of vigor even after eating noodles. Even if he is in a mess just after getting out of the rain, he is not annoying.

Jian Zixing actually had a hard time imagining that someone like Zhong Chen was a gangster.

Even if he loves to go out and fool around, loves to "bully" his classmates, and was once cut in the neck with a knife.His body still exudes an indelible cleanliness, as if there is a slippery protective film that passes through the filth without sticking at all.

Jian Zixing looked at it for a while and then lowered his eyes.

In fact, he wasn't sure if he had put a filter on this guy just because he was good-looking.

"Can you study hard?" Jian Zixing suddenly asked, "Didn't you say that you are looking for your father? I will study after I find you, and it will be too late for the college entrance examination next year. Why don't you start studying in advance, just in case you are found?"

Zhong Chen didn't care, "Study ass, actually, I think my grades are not too bad now, this exam has improved again."

"..."

Jian Zixing heard his indifferent voice, "Are you speaking human language?"

"Yes." Zhong Chen put down the bowl and stared at him confidently, "I only got 190 two in the college entrance examination. This time, I only got 130 two in mathematics and comprehensive science. If you add Chinese and English, it's not two hundred and five." ? God, I improved by sixty points without paying attention!"

"I think you are a two hundred and five." Jian Zixing's face was gloomy, and he kicked him, "Go wash the dishes!"

Zhong Chen laughed, went into the kitchen with two bowls, stood by the sink and swept Jian Zixing's leftover noodles into his mouth.

Jian Zixing simply suspected that this person had bulimia.

"You take a shower first, and then I will wash." Zhong Chen said, "Is there any towel for me?"

"Yes." Jian Zixing said, "There are also new unopened underwear, and I will find them for you later."

"Sure." Zhong Chen smiled comfortably, whistling while cleaning the dishes.

Jian Zixing tidied up briefly, then shut himself in the bathroom.

The Yingzhong bathing garden has high water pressure, and the shower is extremely enjoyable.But this old building is not very good, obviously only on the third floor, the water pipes seem to be choked by someone, sprinkling water down, and the temperature adjustment valve has long since failed.

Jian Zixing got used to it, he was burning under the nozzle, but he was replaying what happened just now over and over again in his mind.

The taunt at the corner of Li Jingyi's mouth, Zhong Chen's words just now when he took him by the hand to move forward, and the father lying on the bed...

Different people, different voices and different pictures, all mixed together, more complicated than any college entrance examination question.

"Little Crab is a brave crab." Jian Zixing's murmured voice was mixed in the current, "He is also a cheeky crab when necessary."

"Hello!" Zhong Chen stood at the door and knocked on the door, "You forgot to take your medicine!"

Jian Zixing shouted through the door, "Leave it there, I'll eat it later!"

"Hey, it's no big deal to know how to cook. You can't even take care of yourself." Zhong Chen sighed, went out and passed the small bedroom, probably Jian Zixing's room, and couldn't help sneaking in to have a look.

The bookshelves are packed to the brim, and the sense of sight that is about to explode at any time is full of aggressive learning.

The bed sheet and quilt cover are ordinary black and white checks, but they are washed very clean.

You can't touch the closet, and you can't rummaging through other people's things.

Zhong Chen took a quick look and was about to retreat, but before he left, he suddenly saw a photo frame on the bedside table.

He didn't want to "touch" other people's things, so he squatted down and looked at them.

It is a picture of Jian Zixing when he was a child, probably only five or six years old, holding a man with one hand and a Lego car with the other.

The expression is very cold, the black eyes are exactly the same as now, the corners of the mouth are pulled down, and the face is pouting, which can still accurately convey the meaning of "you group of weak scum".

"Fuck me." Zhong Chen hissed, ignoring the moral self-restraint, reached out and touched "Jian Zixing"'s face through the glass photo frame.

"This is too fucking cute." He said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.