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After the boxes were over, Maiba Wei Mingming was a little bit reluctant to part with him. He still had several songs that he had not sung at the bottom of the box. This feeling of loss was like struggling with a difficult problem in a math test, and the result was that there was no time to write the sub-questions.

He said: "The next time we make an appointment, I must make a list of the songs in advance! From afternoon performances to luxurious night performances!"

"The next time we make an appointment, we'll have to go after the college entrance examination. Damn, we'll be in the third year of high school..." Luo Kai sighed as he spoke.

Pi Qiu patted him on the shoulder: "Congratulations, Kai Kai, you've finally become an old fritter. From now on, all freshman and sophomores will call you 'Senior'."

"Senior Kaikai, hello!" A group of people echoed noisily.

They walked along Xiao'er Street, some of them were close to each other, and after walking for a while, they parted ways, and people said goodbye in twos and threes along the way.When walking out of Xiao'er Street, Luo Kai was about to go back, he waved to the remaining two: "Goodbye Xueba, goodbye Paogeer!"

Cheng Kuang and Zhang Jin were the only ones left in the lively group.

Zhang Jin concealed what happened outside the KTV in his heart, as if he really just went out to go to the bathroom.He is very good at doing this kind of thing—after Zhang Jin turned bad, Xiang Shulan was kept in the dark about the many bad things he did as a "brother".Today, he applied this practice to Cheng Kuang again.

Whether Hu Miao will frantically reveal the matter between him and Cheng Kuang, Zhang Jin is not sure.

But for some reason, when Hu Miao was sitting on the ground wiping his nosebleeds, Zhang Jin suddenly didn't want to beat him up.

The one surnamed Hu is like a poisonous snake with a swollen neck, with thorns in every sentence, how vicious can you say, Zhang Jin couldn't help thinking when staring at him: How did they get to this point?

There is a row of tall trees next to the long slope. I don’t know what species they are. In summer, the trees will be covered with white flowers. The flowers smell like sour plums.Right now it is in the flowering season, when Zhang Jin was walking on the slope, the evening wind blew, and a few flowers and leaves fell down, and one fell on his shoulder and neck with stubble. Get into clothes.

Zhang Jin felt itchy, as if he had been stung by something, he stretched his hand behind his back, and said in surprise, "Is there a bug crawling on me?"

He was shaking his clothes while talking, Cheng Kuang blocked his hand and said, "Let me see, don't move."

Zhang Jin lifted the hem of his clothes to let him see, Cheng Kuang held the phone in one hand, and let the screen shine on Zhang Jin's back.

When the clothes were lifted up, the little white flowers slipped from the gap. Zhang Jin felt it, and his shoulder blades moved slightly, and the black eagle on the skin was propped up, ready to fly.

Cheng Kuang lowered his eyes, and his eyes circled around the tattoo, inexplicably lost his mind, and couldn't help sliding down the spine.

The flower got stuck on the waistband of his trousers. Zhang Jin noticed that his neck was tense, and he asked Cheng Kuang without moving, "Is there any?"

"..." Cheng Kuang pushed the flowers away, turned his eyes away and said, "No."

Zhang Jin didn't quite believe it: "Really? I obviously... Fuck!"

Then, Cheng Kuang heard Sha Paoer raise a reasonable suspicion: "Could it have gotten into the pants?"

Cheng Kuang said, "How about I help you take a look?"

The tone of this sentence was very natural, and Zhang Jin gave a "hmm" without thinking much, and then realized: "What are you looking at?"

Cheng Kuang tilted his head and smiled, "What do you think" was clearly written in his eyes.

This hooligan smile seemed to tease his tense nerves. For a moment, Zhang Jin relaxed his nerves, and his mood became subtle: After all, Hu Miao hasn't revealed the matter yet, and his mouth is on him. Is it useful to worry about it?

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if Hu Miao poked it out...even if he really poked it out——

An extreme and selfish thought suddenly crawled out of Zhang Jin's chest full of crooked thoughts, and a black voice scratched his eardrums and said: So what?

He ruined Cheng Kuang's future and let Cheng Kuang fall on him for the rest of his life.

Is it not good?

Zhang Jin's heart skipped a beat, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his palms.

**

It's not far from home after crossing the slope.Zhang Jin originally wanted to go to the second floor to stay for a while before Xiang Shulan came back, but he found a car parked in front of the house from a distance, and the lights in the yard were still on.

It's not even ten o'clock, Xiang Shulan came back so early?

Zhang Jin pushed the door open and went in. Miscellaneous Maoer was squatting on the ground gnawing on a piece of meat sausage, his ears pricked up, and his nose and mouth were greasy.

"Mom? You're back?" Zhang Jin stood at the door and called out.

The smell of cooking wafted through the screen door, echoing him silently.

The sound of the range hood in the kitchen was very loud. Zhang Jin walked all the way to the kitchen and said as he walked, "Why did you come back so early today? You are still making dinner..."

The rest of the words stuck in his throat and he didn't say it.

Zhang Jin stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the scene in the kitchen with some astonishment—there was more than one person inside.

Xiang Shulan was cooking by the stove, and a middle-aged man was standing in front of the cutting board on her right, cutting a radish.The man was not tall, with a refined and refined skin. When he saw Zhang Jin, he squinted his eyes and smiled, and said to Xiang Shulan, "Is this your son?"

There was a lot of noise in the kitchen, Xiang Shulan finally heard someone calling her, she turned her head and said, "Jin, are you back?"

It was only at this time that Zhang Jin continued what was stuck before: "Why did you go home for dinner today?"

"This is Uncle Zhou, a friend of my mother," Xiang Shulan added after introducing the man next to Zhang Jin, "A mahjong machine broke down in the store two days ago, and Uncle Zhou dragged it for me to fix it. I helped transport it back today, and I treated him to a meal."

Why didn't you tell me the mahjong machine was broken?Zhang Jin wanted to ask.

He stood still, looked at Xiang Shulan's somewhat embarrassed smile, didn't know why he didn't ask, and only said "Oh" after a while, and finally moved his position.

Then he walked into the kitchen, and under the astonished gazes of the two, he took away a dish that Xiang Shulan had just cooked.

Xiang Shulan came out with the washed bowls and chopsticks, just as she saw Zhang Jin walking towards the door, she stopped him and said, "It's time to eat."

Zhang Jin said, "I've eaten."

Xiang Shulan wanted to keep him, her voice was flattering: "Mom has cooked a lot of dishes, can two bites be enough?"

Zhang Jin paused, and at this time that man——Zhou Dongping also came out of the kitchen.Xiang Shulan obviously introduced her son to Zhou Dongping. The man was carrying a bucket of orange juice, poured a glass and pushed it over, saying, "Little Jin, let's have a drink."

Under Xiang Shulan's cautious and expectant eyes, Zhang Jin bent down, pulled the stool and sat down.

Xiang Shulan put the rice bowl and chopsticks in front of Zhang Jin, and gently put down the orange juice. Seeing Zhang Jin take a sip, she smiled a little relieved.

Zhang Jin didn't know how to eat this extra dinner, he couldn't eat any more soon, and said, "You guys eat, I'll go and see the dog."

Xiang Shulan didn't stop him again.

In the yard, Miscellaneous Maoer was lazily lying in the kennel after eating the sausage, only his hairy head was exposed.

Zhang Jin squatted on the stone pier, looking up at the balcony on the second floor.

Cheng Kuang should be studying at the moment, the curtains in the room are half drawn, and the incandescent light shines through the screen window. Zhang Jin saw the remains of the hornet's nest he had knocked out earlier - the dried lotus pod hanging upside down, and there was still a slender piece of it left. Thin stems are now shaking slightly in the evening wind.

Zhang Jin walked away briefly for a while, when there was a burst of talking and laughing in the living room, which disturbed him inexplicably.

This dilapidated place was not quiet at night, Zhang Jin squatted for a while, and heard another rustling sound.This voice came from overhead, one old and one young, Zhang Jin knew it was Mrs. Wang and her little grandson without even looking.

Mrs. Wang is telling some old-fashioned riddles to her little grandson. The riddles are probably heard from people of the older generation. Some words cannot be said in Mandarin, but Mrs. Wang speaks in dialect, which my little grandson can’t understand , So the old and the young argued loudly.

After a while, the little grandson's throat was dry from the noise, and Mrs. Wang also said that she was tired, so she took half a watermelon from the house and let the little grandson dig it with a spoon.

While eating, the little grandson vomited the seeds out of the hollowed-out balcony. After he vomited, he asked Mrs. Wang naively: "Will the watermelon seeds grow into big watermelons if they fall into the ground?"

Mrs. Wang narrowed her eyes, and said preoccupiedly, "You won't be able to eat it when it grows up, so it's not for nothing that it's cheaper for others."

The watermelon seeds fell not far from Shidunzi, Xiang Shulan was still at home, Zhang Jin was too lazy to quarrel with the old woman, and simply walked out of the yard out of sight.

The car parked on the road came into his field of vision again, and Zhang Jin felt that this car, like Zhou Dongping, was particularly obtrusive.

I remember that when Xiang Shulan had just divorced and they were still living at her grandma's house, her grandma was always trying to find a matchmaker for Xiang Shulan.Unfortunately, it never came to fruition.

Xiang Shulan had just ended a failed marriage, and she was not in the mood to find another family right away, not to mention Zhang Jin, a divorced woman with a ten-year-old child by her side. Basically nothing.

Zhang Jin's grandma felt that the failure of the matchmaking was due to the failure of the matchmaking, so she tried several times to persuade Xiang Shulan to send Zhang Jin to Zhang Hao.

In the past few years, Xiang Shulan has been running the chess and card room by herself day and night. Whenever Zhang Jin goes to his grandma's house during the holidays, the grandma will talk about her daughter's life and suffering. Generations are dug out and counted again.

She always cursed Zhang Hao like this: "Just wait and see, God has eyes, this kind of beast is definitely extinct!"

Grandma Zhang has a poisonous mouth, and she doesn't mind cursing Zhang Jin as well.

If she was here now, she would definitely point to Zhang Jin's nose and say, "Little hozen, be sensible, isn't your mother cheated enough by you and your useless father!"

But Zhang Jin is not very sensible, if he had his way, the man surnamed Zhou should have gotten out by now.

Zhang Jin stayed in the yard until Zhou Dongping left, and then waited until Xiang Shulan had gone to sleep before sneaking up to the second floor as usual.

Although Zhang Jin was assigned a key, Cheng Kuang still left the door for him.

The summer night was still hot, Cheng Kuang changed into a thin quilt, and Zhang Jin got familiar with the road, so he burrowed into the quilt.The room was quiet except for the sound of the electric fan turning. Cheng Kuang turned off the lamp on the ceiling and turned on the desk lamp.

Zhang Jin buried his face on the pillow, and the depression accumulated in his heart was comforted a little at this moment, but at this moment, his stomach started to hurt.

After Zhang Jin turned over several times, Cheng Kuang put down his pen and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"...It hurts here," Zhang Jin pointed to the stomach, "Someone poisoned me."

Cheng Kuang asked, "Is there any medicine in the medicine box?"

"Yes, I bought a box before." Zhang Jin said.

Cheng Kuang rummaged through the medicine box for a while, and found the box of medicine that Zhang Jin mentioned. He looked at it and said, "It's expired."

"Forget it." Zhang Jin lay on the bed, his voice was muffled.

Cheng Kuang left the medicine box and walked to the bed in two steps. Zhang Jin felt that he was coming, and turned over while clutching his stomach, facing Cheng Kuang's eyes.Cheng Kuang bent down, stretched out his hand to touch his pants without saying a word, and fumbled for something.

Zhang Jin's thigh touched by him seemed to have been electrified, and it became numb involuntarily. He was stunned: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Kuang: "Don't move."

Zhang Jin: "..." In this situation, when he heard this sentence, the effect was the same as "Be honest, don't hinder me from being a hooligan".

Cheng Kuang fumbled for a while, then left Zhang Jin's trouser pocket, and came out with a bunch of keys hooked on his fingers.

Zhang Jin immediately understood what Cheng Kuang was going to do, and he sat up immediately: "There is no need to take that broken medicine."

But Yiyantang's top student didn't listen to him, and Zhang Jin was held back by his disappointing stomach and couldn't stop him.

The pharmacy wasn't too far away, but it was several miles away.In order to save time, Cheng Kuang took the key and drove the bicycle. Even so, it was still a little late when he came back, and the tossing and turning person on the bed was in pain and fell asleep.

Cheng Kuang put the medicine on the table, and the continuous pedaling made him sweat. The room was stuffy, so he went to the balcony to blow the wind for a while.

The moment he pushed open the screen door, Cheng Kuang smelled smoke.

The smell of smoke made him pause, Cheng Kuang stood at the door for a while, then turned back to the bed, and lay down beside Zhang Jin.

Zhang Jin thinks that his hiding place is watertight, but in fact he just thinks himself.

This person has been absent-minded since he came back from the toilet, and Cheng Kuang can feel it.

But Cheng Kuang himself is a stuffy gourd, with a heavy heart, his emotions are invisible, he smashes everything he can bear and swallows it in his stomach, and if he can't bear it, he retaliates with a tooth for a tooth.He has no tenderness towards himself, and he doesn't know how to treat others well. He desperately wants to take out something soft, but he doesn't know how to say it.

Fortunately, Ye Guang was more silent than him, and no one needed to say anything.Cheng Kuang stretched out his hand calmly, and stroked Zhang Jin's short stubble.

On such a warm summer night filled with smoke, their last summer vacation in high school finally came to an end.