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"Hey, what's going on outside?"

Wang Peng suddenly leaned over with his body crooked, the chair under his buttocks rubbed against the floor, and there was a sizzling sound.

Jiang Thrush tore his gaze away from the treetop, looked back at him, and said nothing.

Wang Peng didn't care, and asked again: "Is there a bird's nest?"

But instead, he took a quick look at the bare canopy and saw nothing resembling a bird's nest. He was a little distressed: "What are you looking at?"

Xu Fei in the front seat twisted his body and leaned over when he heard the commotion: "What, what?"

Then when Chen Zhengyu came back from the toilet, he saw the three heads looking out of the window in unison. He felt bewildered, but he turned his head and looked out as he walked to his seat.

Jiang Xuan felt so helpless, and looked away, holding the pen in his hand for a while, and his palm was a little damp.As a result, he was happy as soon as he bowed his head.

When he was wandering just now, he traced a ghost symbol on the blank edge of the exercise book.

"Have you finished copying?" He said to Xu Wangpeng.

The latter replied: "No. What are you looking at?"

Since he started copying this subjective question, Jiang Xuan twisted his neck and looked out. After copying for a while, he felt that this person was too quiet. When he looked up, he found that his usually expressionless face was a little different from usual.

Wang Peng didn't know exactly what was different, but he just felt quite relaxed.

Very relaxed, similar to the confident expression during the exam.

Jiang Tong took the correction tape and painted over the seals on the exercise book, then pushed back Xu Fei who was full of curiosity, and said, "I didn't read anything, copy it quickly, and the get out of class is over in 5 minutes."

Chen Zhengyu: "There are still 5 minutes left? If I had known, I would have squatted for a while."

"Take it easy," Xu Fei clicked his tongue, and Jiang Xuan turned back as soon as he pushed him. At this time, he whispered in disgust, "Although it's going to be a holiday, you can't be so passive and sabotage."

"The game hasn't finished yet?" Chen Zhengyu retorted, before turning his head to look at Jiang Xuan, "Internet cafe for a while?"

Wang Peng, who was engrossed in copying the weekend homework, immediately raised his head, while still brushing his hands, "Let's go, I'll be right away, let's go early, or there will be no more seats."

Jiang Xuan shook his head: "You guys go, I have something to do later."

After finishing speaking, he put on the pen cap, closed the exercise book, and started to tidy up the table and schoolbag.

The other three didn't ask him where he was going again, as if they had gotten used to his elusive whereabouts.

Their class will change seats every week, but they will not disturb the order. Unless they ask the teacher in charge to change seats, they will change between two rows and two rows. The other end is up.

Except for the graduating class of senior high school, the self-study class of the attached middle school, which is known as "giving students the greatest freedom", generally does not leave the teacher in the class to supervise, which also happens to give convenience to students like Jiang Xuan and others who go their own way. One minute before class ends, four people Together they left the classroom through the back door.

Jiang Xuan thought that Cheng Hong might be waiting outside the school gate, and originally wanted to leave early to separate from the other three, but Wang Peng kept his shoulders on his shoulders when he was still in the classroom, Xu Fei and Chen Zhengyu still walked in front, chatting Sentence after sentence, even if he said something, he probably wouldn't be able to attract their attention.He could only hope in his heart that Cheng Hong hadn't arrived yet.

When he left the school gate, he looked around, and if he really didn't see the familiar Cayenne, he felt a lot more at ease.

As for why he is down-to-earth, Jiang Xuan still doesn't want to think about it.

Because an emotion called "loss" overwhelmed this solidity in the next moment.

He hoped that Cheng Hong hadn't come, but once he found out that Cheng Hong was really not here, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Wishes come to nothing.

After separating from the other three, Jiang Xuan walked to the side of the familiar road, and then stood on the familiar cement brick.The position of the sole of the foot is just stuck on it, and the forefoot and heel are hanging in the air. This angle is still as long as someone calls him from behind...

"Jiang Thrush!"

"Hey!"

Cheng Lang saw Jiang Xuan's slender figure swaying, and he was about to fall down, but he didn't expect that he would frighten him by calling out casually. He was startled, and raised his arm to catch it without thinking. With the replay function, he probably didn't even have an eye to see the distorted and tangled expression he made subconsciously.

From the corner of his eyes in the panic, he caught sight of Jiang Xuan leaning back and smashing it down. Cheng Hong only had time to close his eyes, and he didn't even remember to separate one of his hands in the lifting position to cover his face.

"hiss…"

Jiang Xuan, who was leaning against him, only reacted after a moment of stiffness, and as soon as he put his feet on the ground, he turned around.

"Have you knocked your head?" He frowned, and he was about to touch it with his hands, "Let me see if it hurts? Did you knock your nose? Or did you knock your forehead?"

Cheng Yan closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Feeling the dull pain coming from him, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Calm down, I'm fine, but I'm a little caught off guard. Your head is too tight, and you Xueba can also be strong?"

"The brain is harder after being armed with knowledge," Jiang Xuan looked at him with concern, and subconsciously replied, "If you don't scare me, I haven't had a chance to know. This time, you saw through it...it's all red, and it's a little bit to the side. I thought you gave me [-] kowtows."

Cheng Lang: "You are really awesome to be kowtowed on the street. You don't want face or I don't. Hurry up and go to the hospital for an orthopedic appointment!"

Feeling that the pain on his forehead had passed, Cheng Yan put down his hands, straightened his clothes, and heard Jiang Xuan ask: "Why?"

Cheng Lang snorted twice: "Look why your back doesn't hurt when you stand and talk."

"Tsk, what if you call me softly? It's fine if I hear you. Are you three steps away from me? I want all my alumni to look over and point at me and say look! A fall?"

He followed Cheng Yan to the Cayenne parked on the side of the road. For some reason, the people who were obviously unwilling to talk became more and more excited, and the sentences he uttered in his heart became more cheerful, "You send me a WeChat to make a call It’s okay, why call my name so loudly, so loudly. What if the security guard at the gate hears it and affects my efficiency in entering the school gate without pants?”

Cheng Lang was still laughing when he got back into the car, and for some reason, after seeing Jiang Xuan become a little bit preoccupied, he found him much more interesting and cute, with a lot more expression on his face.

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat, I was wrong, forgive me, the number one student in the grade... Is it the number one student in the grade or the number one student in the grade? Is it the number one student in the grade or the number one student in the grade or..."

"Hey!" Jiang Xuan, the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, turned his head and stared at him fiercely, his face was not to be trifled with, but he burst out laughing within a few seconds, "The first part is enough, the second half of the sentence is enough." You don't have to say it!"

Cheng Lang drove up the main road, in a good mood, and said with a smile: "You should talk less, and look colder. Once you talk so much, you can even open your mouth without wearing pants. How can you be a sparkle among alumni?" Pretty pup in the crowd of glowing cool guys?"

Jiang Xuan smiled even more happily.

The two of them made up their minds before, and Cheng Lang still had two coupons for a barbecue buffet that was said to be very expensive. He originally wanted to take Jiang Xuan with him, and eat some Lantern Festival or something along the way.But he told Jiang Xuan about this and asked him whether he would go out to eat or make it at home, but he chose the latter without hesitation for a second.

"It's half a month before the coupon expires, let's eat it for my birthday, just the two of us."

Cheng Lang was a little surprised when he heard his choice. He just wanted to ask if you don’t want to eat meat casually. You can eat this first.But then I thought that I can eat at home, and eating out has no freedom at home, so I gave up.

Thinking of two people cooking together at home, chatting, eating Lantern Festival and watching TV, it seems to be very good?

Cheng Lang deliberately left early today, and arrived at the attached high school a bit late.The two of them went directly to the nearby shopping mall to buy ingredients. Jiang Xuan was still a student and had no reason to pay. Cheng Yan originally wanted to treat him to a meal, so he just let him choose whatever he wanted, and threw away whatever he wanted. In the shopping cart, I didn’t notice it, and there was already a lot in the cart when I checked out.

Cheng Lang took a casual glance and found that there were at least four or five boxes of Lantern Festival inside.As for all kinds of meat, there are many kinds, and there are not many vegetables, which can be regarded as their decorations.

Fortunately, Jiang Xuan pointed to the meat and asked him, "You know how to do it?"

Cheng Lang touched his abdomen from an angle he couldn't see, and confirmed that there were still four pieces, which were just right in hardness, and said calmly, "Try it against the recipe."

Although he lived alone for many years and had to take care of food, clothing, housing and transportation by himself, he really didn't spend much time on eating.

Cheng Hong has eaten a lot of food, delicious and unpalatable, all of which make you want to vomit at a glance. He does not implement the concept of "food is the first thing for the people" as thoroughly as Jiang Xuan.

He's more worried about...

"Can you finish all these?"

The lady at the cash register scanned the barcode and confirmed the schedule again.

Standing outside the railing, Jiang Xuan put the things that the little sister swept into plastic bags, and said in a casual tone: "Yes, don't worry. If you can't finish eating, you can put it in the refrigerator to freeze...Do you have a refrigerator at home?"

"…You are joking?"

Jiang Xuan smiled, put the full plastic bag under his feet and began to pack another, when he suddenly thought of something: "Is it intelligent?"

"Ok?"

"For example, if you command it to throw out what you need or make ice automatically... oh well, I know it won't."

"It's okay to make ice, but you have to pour water." Cheng Hong finished paying the money and walked out. Just at this time, Jiang Xuan had packed everything, and he picked up one casually, "You have seen the smartest one." ,waiter."

Thinking of the drum of orange juice for Xiao Mantou, Jiang Xuan couldn't help sighing again: "It's so cool, I'm ashamed of that."

It was past seven o'clock when they entered the house, Cheng Hong had just opened the door, and Jiang Xuan stepped in first, and then urged him to come in quickly and close the door.

Cheng Lang followed him into the room, still smiling when he closed the door, "Is it really okay if you don't go to Sister Conch's house for the holidays?"

Ever since he guessed that Jiang Xuan's own family might not be happy, he never mentioned his parents in front of Jiang Xuan. After all, it might not be much better to force a high school student to spend the New Year in the dormitory. carry.He still knew too little about Jiang Xuan, but he couldn't ask directly, so whenever he mentioned this aspect, he always mentioned Sister Conch.

Because according to his observation, she really cared about Jiang Xuan.

And it seems that he is more competent than the "mother and father" he has never heard of from Jiang Xuan.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is his own son.

"It's okay." Jiang Xuan didn't know his twists and turns, and his expression was calm. He put the plastic bag by his feet. "I told her in advance that I have to review at school. Which pair of slippers should I wear?"

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