it takes a little effort

"Ah?" The uncle didn't seem to respond.

"Sell this chicken to me." Jiang Kai took out 50 yuan in change from his pocket. He rarely buys vegetables and has no idea about the price, but he feels that [-] yuan should be enough for the weight of this chicken. .

"You want it?" The uncle looked at him in surprise, and then showed a simple and honest smile, "It's not worth much, it's not worth much, our family raises it ourselves, if you want it, take it for thirty."

"I don't have change." Jiang Kai quickly stuffed 50 yuan into the uncle's hand, replaced the chicken, jumped out of the car, and helped the old woman into the car.

The uncle was a little excited and wanted to take out the change to give him, but because the money was sewn in the interlayer of the coat, it was difficult to get it, so the driver closed the door and the money had not been dug out yet.

"Hey, hey," the uncle slammed on the glass door and shouted, "Thank you! Thank you!"

Jiang Kai waved his hand at him.

It is worthwhile to exchange 50 yuan for the old man's smile, no, I also exchanged for a chicken.

what.

chicken!

Jiang Kai held the chicken's wings with stiff arms, and felt curious eyes from all directions along the way.

The chicken also yelled in a particularly ignorant way, "Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

Jiang Kai had the urge to strangle it to death and throw it away, but his reason told him no, he couldn't waste food, stewed chicken soup, scallion chicken, braised chicken wings... whatever.

How to do it is a question.

How about giving it to the neighbor?By the way, grab a meal?

When Ling Chuan passed by on his bicycle, he glanced back in disbelief, "Fuck me? You bought a chicken?"

"Ah," Jiang Kai was taken aback, and after a moment of stupefaction he regained his usual poker face, "That's right."

"Awesome," Ling Chuan smiled, and slowly followed him on tiptoe, "Are you going to raise it or kill it?"

"Eat." Jiang Kai said.

"Why don't you just buy the pre-killed ones? It's so hard to kill them alive." Ling Chuan glanced at the chicken in Jiang Kai's hand with a little distaste. .

Ling Chuan is afraid of chickens, to be precise, he is afraid of live chickens.

When I was young, I raised a litter of chickens in the countryside. He thought they were cute. After school, I went to the chicken coop to play with them. Until one day, I met a big fat rooster on the road. He patted it like he usually teases chickens. Its chicken head, who did not expect that big rooster to fly, pounced on his shoulder and pecked fiercely, and also pooped on him. touch.

"It's a long story." Jiang Kai stared ahead blankly, as if recalling memories, Ling Chuan looked at him, and waited for a long time without hearing anything.

He didn't bother to ask, he looked down at the chicken, and the chicken also stared at him with piercing eyes.

"Hey—why are you staring so big!? Believe it or not, I ate you!?" Ling Chuan pointed at it.

Jiang Kai pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and waved the chicken towards Ling Chuan, "I'll see you off."

"Hey!" Ling Chuan was taken aback by his sudden movement, and almost lost his grip on the handlebar of the bicycle, "Why are you sending me off?"

"Eat," Jiang Kai picked up the chicken and turned it around. The chicken doesn't look big, but it's quite fat. When it flops, it's very powerful. The chicken legs must be delicious. "I won't kill it, I'll give it to you." .”

It was the first time for Ling Chuan to receive such a plump gift, he was a little flattered, but more speechless, "I don't know how, let my dad kill me later..."

"Yeah." Jiang Kai breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come to my house for dinner?" Ling Chuan asked.

"Okay." Jiang Kai said.

The two walked back to the community together, and the security uncle poked his head out of the window, "You can't raise chickens in the community!"

"I know I know!" Ling Chuan turned his head and said to the chicken, "I'll kill it and eat it in a while!"

The innocent native chicken seemed to understand the words of the people, and it stopped bouncing back and forth excitedly, drooping its head, and looked a little pitiful, but this did not affect the desire of these two young men who were full of blood to eat it.

"My dad's sesame oil drunken chicken is super delicious." Ling Chuan parked his bicycle and took out the key in his bag, "Do you want to eat it?"

"Anything is fine." Jiang Kai, who grew up with stewed snacks, doesn't pay much attention to food, so that Ling Chuan's father's cooking skills are considered to be at the top level in his mind, although he didn't have time last night because he was in a very unhappy mood. Taste it carefully, but he still has an impression of the color and fragrance.

Drunken chicken with sesame oil, such a long name sounds delicious.

"Where did you go, you bastard? Your teacher called me and told me that you were taking the exam..." Ling Chuan just opened the door when he was shocked by his mother's loud and powerful voice. He wanted to kneel and knock nine times. Seeing Jiang Kai behind him, he immediately changed his expression, "Hey? Xiao Jiangjiang, hurry up, come in... yo! Why did you carry a chicken!"

"I bought it by chance," Jiang Kai said.

My mother gave an enthusiastic response to Jiang Kai's courteous reciprocity, setting up a table full of delicious food and drinks, and she didn't feel any grudges at all because of his sudden departure last night.

As for the chicken, he said that it was too late to make it, and he would stew chicken soup for supper.

"Jiang Jiang, if you are free, can you tutor our family Ling Chuan? His grades are really terrible." Ling's mother said.

"Yes." Jiang Kai glanced at Ling Chuan, "How miserable is it?"

Ling Chuan chuckled, but didn't speak.

"It's so miserable that I don't even want to admit that he is my son," Ling's mother added a strip to Jiang Kai's bowl, "I don't dare to take him out to eat now, lest people ask me, ouch, your son's monthly How much is the test?"

Jiang Kai felt that Mama Ling's tone of voice was funny, and one corner of her mouth twitched. The laughter came from her nose. Ling Chuan interpreted this smile as a mockery, and felt a little depressed.

"What's wrong with your face?" Dad turned his attention to Ling Chuan who had been silent all this time.

The mother who was busy serving Jiang Kai noticed Ling Chuan's slightly swollen cheeks, "Hey? Why are they swollen? Did you fight with someone again?"

Jiang Kai glanced at Ling Chuan.

"No," Ling Chuan panicked without changing his expression, "When I went downstairs, the hunchbacked Li was walking behind me. He stepped on his shoelaces, and the whole person threw himself on my back. I couldn't concentrate. Steady, I accidentally knocked on the railing of the stairs."

When speaking, Ling Chuan skillfully combined his body movements, and Jiang Kai admired his hard-working performance. He felt that if he didn't enter some art school in the future, he would be sorry for his calm acting skills.

"Really?" The mother who had read countless lies obviously had doubts about this reason.

"Yes!" Ling Chuan straightened his neck, looking serious.

"Really?" Mother Ling looked at Jiang Kai.

Jiang Kai almost wanted to nod along with the trend, thought for a while and said, "I don't belong to the same school as him."

"Oh, yes, I forgot," Ling's mother asked casually, "Then where did you two meet?"

"bus stop."

"The gate of the community."

After a brief and embarrassing silence, Ling Chuan was the first to react, "That's right, I met it at the bus stop at the gate of the community."

After eating, Jiang Kai and Ling Chuan sat at the small desk on the balcony doing homework together, and Ling's mother brought a plate of fruit.

Jiang Kai lecturing to Ling Chuan while eating fruit.

To be honest, when Ling Chuan took out the math test paper, Jiang Kai couldn't help but let out a "wow" in his heart.

Although he had predicted Ling Chuan's performance under Ling's mother's explanation, the reality often exceeded expectations.

Ling Chuan's teacher probably felt that ticking was very tiring, so he only ticked the correct questions, and he could count the ticks on the entire paper with one hand.

Jiang Kai felt that he had promised too hastily. Judging from this posture, let alone teaching him to do his homework, it would probably take a whole night just to teach him the papers. .

"For this question, there are similar example questions in the book," Jiang Kai opened his math book, "That's it, you put this formula into it..."

"How?" Ling Chuan frowned, scratching his ears and cheeks, confused.

Jiang Kai sighed, and demonstrated it to him in detail on the draft notebook. Ling Chuan nodded with half understanding, and Jiang Kai patiently told him again from the beginning to the end. Only then did Ling Chuan fully understand Give him a thumbs up.

"There are skills in doing this kind of multiple-choice questions. You can use the method of elimination. This one with a decimal point is not the correct answer at first glance..."

Ling Chuan lay on the table and listened carefully to Jiang Kai's explanation.

This is the benefit of one-on-one teaching, and there is no way to get away.

While waiting for Ling Chuan to make corrections, Jiang Kai took out his homework and came out to do it.

"Huh? You signed up for the math competition..." Ling Chuan saw the registration form in the math book, and immediately felt that Jiang Kai was awesome, and there was not even a single person in his class who was willing to participate in the audition.

"Well, why, are you interested too?" Jiang Kai raised his eyebrows.

Ling Chuan laughed dryly, and put the registration form back into Jiang Kai's book. This sentence was sarcasm, he recognized it.

Jiang Kai is hard to describe, he looks indifferent and not talkative, but he is very patient when giving him lectures, and will repeatedly check whether he understands. It feels more detailed than the teacher in class, but I also feel that he always speaks with thorns, and he stabs people twice from time to time, which is quite embarrassing.

Maybe it's the legendary cold face and warm heart?

Ling Chuan was pleasantly surprised to find that the questions became easier after Jiang Kai's explanation, and he could do almost the same question types.

"Quickly check if this question is correct?" Ling Chuan couldn't help but put the paper in front of Jiang Kai after finishing a big question.

"Hmm..." Jiang Kai glanced at his paper, "The answer is the same as mine."

Ling Chuan couldn't help clapping his hands: "Perfect!"

"Look at the next one." Jiang Kai pointed to his paper.

"Oh!" Ling Chuan became a little excited after doing three questions in a row.

He hasn’t written his own homework since he was in high school. He either copied his classmates or rolled the dice. Occasionally, he used his brain to make questions. After checking the correct answers, he felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment. stage.

Especially when there is someone next to you who is doing the questions very seriously, it will bring out a positive learning atmosphere, and people will naturally get into the state.

When he couldn't think of a big question, Ling Chuan looked at Jiang Kai with his cheeks propped up, and suddenly found that he still had the habit of turning his pen.

Whenever Jiang Kai stops to look at the topic, the pen in his hand will quickly pass through his fingers, which can be described as changing shape and changing shadows, unpredictable.

The slender fountain pen rotates back and forth between the first knuckles of the index finger and middle finger, and then turns to the tiger's mouth, the back of the hand, the pulp of the finger... Its running track is very random, as if the pen grew in his hand As above, no matter how you turn it, it will not fall.

Before it could see the movement clearly, it stopped again and wrote on the paper.

Jiang Kai's writing speed is also very fast, and the italic English with continuous strokes looks very elegant. After writing the reading comprehension questions smoothly, he continued to turn his pen.

Ling Chuan occasionally twirled the pen, and the level was still at the level where there was a 50.00% chance of falling on the ground after a circle around the thumb. He was a little surprised to see Jiang Kai's flowing movements with his fingertips.

Jiang Kai's fingers are very slender, and the action of switching the pen between the fingers is quite beautiful.

When it was spinning continuously at Jiang Kai's fingertips, Ling Chuan thought of Monkey King playing with a golden cudgel...

Very handsome.

The idol of my youth!

I feel that if there is a pen-twisting competition in the province, Jiang Kai might be able to get a place.

Ling Chuan watched intently. The black water-based pen spun continuously on Jiang Kai's palm, then was thrown into the air suddenly, and finally landed firmly on his tiger's mouth.

Pretty.

Ling Chuan moved his gaze away from his slender fingers, only to realize that Jiang Kai was looking at him with the corners of his mouth curled up. He immediately averted the admiration in his eyes, and asked casually, "It's quite dazzling, how do you practice?" How long has it been?"

"I don't know, just for fun." Jiang Kai said.

"Do all of you Xueba like to talk like this?" Ling Chuan leaned back in his chair, resting the back of his head with his hands, "I just played around, I didn't read the book, I didn't brush up the questions, and then I handed in a perfect test paper the next day. "

"I really haven't counted it," Jiang Kai turned the pen in his hand again, "It probably started... when I was in elementary school."

"Elementary school, I remember that when I was in elementary school, I was punished by the teacher to stand for a class, and then I switched to playing books," Ling Chuan laughed. Classmates competed, and finally turned all the books out of the hole."

Jiang Kai smiled: "Our school also has them."

"Do you know how?" Ling Chuan said, he picked up a comic magazine on the table and twirled it on his fingertips.

Before Jiang Kai could speak, a card flew out of the magazine and fell on Jiang Kai's arm, then fell to the ground. He picked up the photo on the ground and asked, "This...your girlfriend?"

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