What Comes Around Goes Around

"Shall I take you back?" The two got off the escalator, and Jiang Ke offered to propose when they reached the gate of the mall. Based on these two observations, he knew that Zong Kai usually didn't drive to work.

"If I remember correctly..." Zong Kai glanced helplessly at Jiang Ke who was waiting for an answer while rushing to pull the door for him, "We live in two directions, and you are not on the same road."

"...You have a really good memory."

Jiang Ke's small thoughts were exposed, and he was embarrassed to talk nonsense, but he still walked in the same direction as Zong Kai after going out.Zong Kai had no choice but to pause and look at him with a half-smile.

"My car is downstairs in your company," Jiang Ke explained, "in the same direction as the subway station."

So the two went to the pedestrian bridge not far away together.This kind of overpass is fine during the day, but if it is left unattended at night, it is inevitable to encounter one or two blind and lame beggars.Now in the middle of the bridge sat an old man in rags.

As if poverty could also be contagious, the few passers-by on the bridge unconsciously stuck to the other side of the bridge when they saw him from a distance, for fear that the bad luck of not having money would contaminate themselves.Jiang Ke had no intention of hiding at all. When he was approaching, he took out a handful of change from his trouser pocket, took two steps forward and put it into the bowl at the old man's feet.The old man didn't know if he was really blind or not, he rushed to the front and made a bow when he heard the movement, "Thank you good man, thank you good man."

"Isn't it often said in the news that these are all fake?" Zong Kai looked at Jiang Ke from the side, somewhat surprised by his behavior.

Jiang Ke turned around and gave him a smile indifferently, "I'll just take him for real."

Zong Kai was taken aback, but he was not entirely surprised by Jiang Ke's attitude compared to the past. He also remembered a feeling of deja vu, which dates back to 12 years ago.

"Hey! Write this for me."

On the last return to school before the second semester of the second year of junior high school, the head teacher rearranged the seats as usual.Based on the principle of fairness, except for a few students who are too tall, everyone else draws lots to arrange their seats.Somehow, it was such a coincidence that after the results of the lottery came out, Zong Kai and Jiang Ke became the same table.On the first day of sitting at the same table, Jiang Ke threw the unfinished Chinese and English winter vacation homework to Zong Kai.

"Why don't you write it yourself?" Zong Kai glanced at the exercise book that fell on his desk, and didn't want to pick it up.

"I'm annoyed by these rote things the most." Jiang Ke originally replied well, but for some reason, he turned his face again, "If you tell you to write, you can write it, why are there so many nonsense!"

Zong Kai still didn't want to pick it up, and Jiang Ke had to stare at him threateningly several times before he reluctantly put it in his schoolbag. When he finally got home and opened it, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Ke's handwriting is as emotional as his own, and the beginning is quite neat, but after writing a few pages, it starts to fly.Zong Kai flipped back irritably, not wanting to start writing at all, and procrastinatingly flirting with the same innocent exercise book for a long time, he finally bit the bullet and picked up the pen at almost ten o'clock.It was already midnight after finishing two homeworks.

Zong Kai almost didn't get up the next day.He thought that with his cooperation, Jiang Ke would not trouble him again for a while, but he never expected that it was the sharp-eyed Chinese teacher who did the "bad thing" this time.

Jiang Ke was the key object of criticism. After finishing the Chinese class, he was called away by the head teacher after class.He is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, but Zong Kai was worried for the whole class.

"You mean it, don't you?"

"I do not have."

"You wait."

Jiang Ke stepped on the class bell and returned to his seat. Before the teacher in class knocked on the blackboard, the two of them only had time to have such a brief "communication". It was so short that Zong Kai thought it was over. Who would have imagined the afternoon sports In class, Jiang Ke kept his word and let him develop a "memory".

"Teacher! Teacher! Someone fell!"

When warming up and running laps, Zong Kai staggered inexplicably, and then came into close contact with the ground.

"Oh, my hands are bleeding." Several female classmates were hurting for him with wrinkled faces.

"What's the matter?" The physical education teacher ran over to see that the problem was not serious, but the skin was scratched when he put his palm on the ground, "Come and follow him, hurry up and wash it."

"I'll go." The instigator volunteered.

In this way, Zong Kai was "escorted" by Jiang Ke to the pool, buried his head in his hands, and didn't say a word.His "silent protest" made Jiang Ke very upset, so he kicked his ass angrily.

"Hey Tie Daner, if you think your handwriting is too easy to use, just tell me, I can help you like this in the future." Since the Chinese teacher deliberately mentioned the word "锴" once in class roll call, it is good. The meaning of iron also implies talent, so Jiang Ke gave him this nickname.

Zong Kai was very disgusted with this nickname in his heart, but he didn't want to argue with Jiang Ke.These days, he has also noticed that talking to Jiang Ke means that it is reasonable for a scholar to meet a soldier, but he finally realized what Jiang Ke was fussing about.

"I never did homework for anyone else."

Probably this low-pitched explanation made Jiang Ke calm down a little. He glanced at Zong Kai's red and swollen hands from the cold water, and didn't teach anything else.

"Have you finished washing? Finish and leave."

"Do you have tissues?"

"I don't have that thing."

"Oh."

Zong Kai had no choice but to simply wipe the back of his hands on his school uniform, and the two returned to the team.

After school that day, Zong Kai waited at the bus stop.He has stopped riding to school since moving last month.He waited for the bus and didn't come, he was a little bored, his eyes swept aimlessly across the road, after a few glances, he saw Jiang Ke.Jiang Ke was riding well at first, but he stopped suddenly when he passed a "stall" on the side of the road.

The "stall owner" is a blind beggar. I don't know if he is really blind. He has been bombarded many times and always comes back.Zong Kai once mentioned it to his parents at the dinner table, and his parents warned him that this kind of person is lazy and only relies on the pity of others to cheat money, and told him to ignore it.Zong Kai was choked because he had given money to the blind man several times.

Seeing Jiang Ke stop, he thought that this person was going to be stupid like him, but Jiang Ke jumped out of the car and kicked over the money box that the blind man was begging for.As for what he said again, Zong Kai couldn't hear it.After Jiang Ke left, Zong Kai saw that the blind man picked up the money again, obviously not blind at all.

After that, Zong Kai "unintentionally" saw Jiang Ke kick the money box of the blind man several times.Once, the blind man tugged at him a few times angrily.One day during a lunch break, Zong Kai finally couldn't help asking Jiang Ke how he knew the blind man was fake.

Jiang Ke's interest was focused on the comics at hand, and he didn't lift his head when he heard the words, but only gave him a sideways glance, "What's the difference between real and fake?" A few words.

"Why is there no difference?" Zong Kai's tone was like a good student asking the teacher a question.

"Then what do you think is the difference?" Jiang Ke didn't even bother to squint at him this time.

"If it's true, isn't he very pitiful?"

"........."

"Right? How can you be sure which is real and which is fake?"

"I said you have so many problems." Jiang Ke was finally annoyed by his nagging, and stuffed the water glass on the table into his arms, "Get me some water!"

Zong Kai went out with a low eyebrow.Jiang Ke hasn't bullied him much these days, or maybe he's getting used to it.Jiang Ke didn't give him a good face and he didn't think much of it, he just wondered why this man had to make trouble with a beggar.

Zong Kai was really curious, so he "boldly" followed Jiang Ke after school that day.At the corner of the street, he heard Jiang Ke's voice arguing with someone:

"You little bastard, I have endured you for a long time, don't look for bad luck!"

"You're such an adult, you don't feel ashamed if you have hands and feet!"

"It's your turn to take care of it? Don't get in the way here! Find someone to beat you up!"

"Look for it, a bunch of scumbags! Why are you pretending to be pitiful, pitiful ass!"

After Jiang Ke scolded, he rode away on his bicycle.When Zong Kai probed, he had disappeared.On the bus home, Zong Kai thought about it all the way but couldn't understand the meaning of Jiang Ke's words.

What is pretending to be pitiful?Could it be that Jiang Ke bullied himself because he felt that he was pretending to be pitiful?But then again, don't care if the poor man is just pretending, where does he get such confidence as a bully?

That was the first time that Zong Kai had feelings for Jiang Ke other than being speechless and having a headache—he began to be curious about this person.

Today, this feeling popped up again.

"Are we friends now?" The two had turned down the overpass at this time, and seeing the intersection not far away, Jiang Ke had no reason to follow Zong Kai anymore. Before "parting ways", he finally asked this sentence All night.

Zong Kai's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and he was still a little out of state. He apologized: "I'm sorry I didn't hear clearly, what did you say?"

Jiang Ke thought it wasn't good when you didn't hear clearly, so he had to repeat it again: "I said, are we friends now?"

"...not counting..."

Jiang Ke paused, his expression was about to be dumbfounded, and the second half of Zong Kai's panting words came into his ears: "I think I have to get to know you again."

Jiang Ke couldn't help being even more stunned, and it took more than half a minute to find his way of thinking. The ghosts in his stomach have come in handy after so many years. He stretched out his right hand to Zong Kai, and said to himself: "Hello, my name is Jiang Ke. .”