School grass is always annoying

On Sunday morning, Li Feng went to Jiang Nian's house as a guest.

Jiang Nian gave the address in advance, and it was in a high-end community built in County F last year.

Jiang Zifeng once said in a magazine that he loves drinking tea, so he bought a pack of green tea at the supermarket and brought it there.

The community is quite far from Li Feng's house, and it took half an hour to get there by bicycle.

Jiang Nian folded his arms and leaned against the wall at the gate of the community, his eyes slightly closed.

"Jiang Nian."

Jiang Nian opened his eyes.

He glanced at Li Feng first, and soon saw the tea leaves in the cart basket.

Li Feng was a little embarrassed, and said, "This is for your father."

This is the first time I brought a gift to an idol.

Jiang Nian let out a "hmm" and walked straight in, "You need to swipe your card here, and I'll take you in."

His pace was fast, and with his long legs, Li Feng had to hurry to keep up.

Li Feng frowned, why does Jiang Nian seem unhappy?

Could it be because I didn't bring him anything?

Impossible, that would be too strange, not to mention that this tea Jiang Nian can also be drunk.

Li Feng shook his head, denying this idea.

Jiang Nian's home is at 302, Building C. You can see it when you turn right after entering the community.

At home, Jiang Zifeng was still sitting in the living room working as usual.

Seeing Li Feng coming in, Jiang Zifeng greeted him with a smile: "Is there anything you want to eat at noon?"

Li Feng was startled, and looked at Jiang Nian next to him in confusion.

Jiang Nian said, "He will cook for you at noon today."

ah?Li Feng was so flattered that he didn't know where to put his hands for a while.

He didn't expect that one day he would be able to order food from his idol, so he hurriedly said, "Anything is fine, I'm not picky."

After speaking, he remembered that he had brought tea, and hurriedly handed it over.

Seeing that Li Feng didn't even say a word, Jiang Nian looked stupid, and said for him: "He knows you like drinking tea, so he went to buy it specially."

Li Feng scratched the back of his head and smiled awkwardly.I was so nervous and excited that I couldn't even say "this is a gift from me".

He glanced at Jiang Nian gratefully.

Jiang Nian's face was full of arrogance.

"It's really intentional." Jiang Zifeng said with a smile: "But you are still a child, if you want to come and play in the future, just come here directly, there is no need to bring these. Do you understand?"

"Yeah." Li Feng nodded.

Jiang Zifeng said to Jiang Nian again: "Son, it's the first time I come here, so please treat me well. I've prepared all the ingredients. Let me know when you're hungry. The dishes can be ready in 15 minutes."

"Understood." Jiang Nian said to Li Feng, "Go to my room first."

Li Feng was immersed in joy, and didn't think there was any problem between the father and son at all.

After closing the door, Li Feng's mind came back.

He couldn't wait to ask: "Is your dad usually cooking in your house? Listen to what he said, can he cook a lot of dishes? This is too amazing!"

"Usually he's cooking." Jiang Nian was rather speechless: "He's also a child of a poor family, so it's not normal for him to know these things."

"Oh yes." Li Feng forgot about this for a while.

But I can't blame myself, after all, the aura of a great writer is too dazzling.

"Then," Li Feng asked expectantly again: "Do you have anything from your father's past at home? For example, the certificates from high school, the prose diaries you wrote in college."

Jiang Nian was expressionless: "There is no such thing."

"That's it." Li Feng was a little disappointed, but he soon cheered up and said to himself, "I can eat the food cooked by the idol in a while."

Jiang Nian took out his phone to play.

Li Feng asked long and short questions for most of the day, but Jiang Nian kept his head down and stared at his phone.

The questions were all answered.

Li Feng finally realized that Jiang Nian seemed to be in a bad mood, and walked up to him, "I'm sorry, I was a little too excited, so I kept asking you..."

"Well," Jiang Nian couldn't hear any emotion in his voice, "It's the first time I have intimate contact with an idol, and I understand."

The clock on the wall reads ten fifty-seven.

Li Feng realized later that he actually inquired about his privacy for an hour and a half.

He felt that he couldn't ask any more questions, he had to have a limit.But he suddenly realized that he had missed a very important question, so he got entangled.

Jiang Nian didn't hear a sound for 30 seconds, and finally looked up at Li Feng.

Guessing what the other party was thinking at a glance, Jiang Nian said: "You have asked so many questions, and this one is not bad."

Li Feng blinked innocently, and asked, "Why is the idol cooking at home? Where's your mother?"

Jiang Nian's hand that wasn't holding the phone was half hidden in the sleeve of his jacket, curling up unnaturally.

Outside, Jiang Zifeng knocked on the door: "It's already eleven o'clock, are you hungry? Do you want to start cooking?"

Jiang Nian said, "Fry it."

"They're divorced," Jiang Nian said.

Li Feng scolded himself secretly, he shouldn't have asked so many questions.

He wanted to comfort Jiang Nian, but Jiang Nian said, "They left a long time ago, I'm not that fragile."

Li Feng thinks about it too. Both of his parents died. When he was young, it would be very uncomfortable to think about it. Now he is used to it.

Li Feng said: "Then we both feel a little bit like each other."

Jiang Nian glanced at him leisurely: "I hope your idol won't be angry when he hears this."

"To some extent." Li Feng chuckled, "The meal is almost ready, let's go out and help clear the table and arrange the dishes."

When Jiang Zifeng's second dish came out, Jiang Nian walked into the kitchen.

He looked at the situation inside, "Is it rice?"

Jiang Zifeng nodded, seeing that Jiang Nian was going to turn on the rice cooker, he hurriedly said, "Be careful it's hot."

"I know." Jiang Nian served three bowls of rice.

Jiang Zifeng started to fry the third dish, feeling a little dazed.

The son not only eats the meals he cooks, but also serves them for himself.

It's like dreaming.

A 40-year-old middle-aged man is used to seeing big winds and waves, but his heart is surging because of this little thing.

Outside, Li Feng had already wiped the table, and smiled at Jiang Nian, "Aren't you afraid of dropping three bowls at a time?"

There was a hint of blame in his tone, and there were two sweet dimples on his cheeks.

Very homely words and expressions.

Jiang Nian was in an inexplicably good mood.

The two sat facing each other, waiting for the rest of the dishes to be served.

Not long after, Jiang Zifeng came out again with a plate of salt and pepper mushrooms, and said, "You guys eat first, there is another dish, it will be ready soon."

"No need, three dishes are enough for three people." Li Feng said, "Idol, let's eat together."

Jiang Zifeng glanced at his son secretly, and Jiang Nian said, "Sit down and eat, the food will cool quickly."

Jiang Zifeng finally sat down between the two of them, and said to Li Feng on the right, "Just call me Uncle Jiang from now on."

"Okay, Uncle Jiang!" Li Feng immediately changed his words.

He picked up a piece of mushroom, then raised his head and said, "It's delicious."

Jiang Zifeng smiled.

Li Feng smacked Jiang Nian's arm: "Isn't it?"

Jiang Nian had no choice but to pick up a piece of mushroom, nodded and said, "Yeah."

Jiang Zifeng smiled even more happily.

Jiang Zifeng has been back for more than a year, and the number of times he called him to eat is countless.

Sometimes he was really hungry when he came back at night, but he didn't eat.

Tried it for the first time, and to be honest, the taste is indeed better than the food stalls.

Li Feng didn't know whether idols were particular about "eating without talking". Afterwards, he didn't dare to take the initiative to talk, and chose to eat in silence.

Jiang Zifeng said to Jiang Nian: "I heard from Mr. Mo that you have worked hard recently, and you have made great progress in this exam. Is there anything you want? I will reward you."

Jiang Nian said coldly, "No. Learning is for oneself."

Jiang Zifeng froze for a moment. He had said this to his son many times before, but it didn't work. Now his son used it to block himself.

Li Feng listened to them silently, feeling a little strange.

Don't other people's families beg their parents to reward their children for doing well in exams? Why is it that Jiang Nian's family is an idol who wants to reward Jiang Nian?

He was a little melancholy for a moment, if only his father was still alive, he would be able to act coquettishly and ask for a gift after the exam.

At this time, Jiang Zifeng said again: "Li Feng, I heard that your article is well written."

Li Feng was stunned, and quickly said: "It's okay."

Composition is his strong point, but in front of idols, it's really hard to make a deal.

"No need to be modest." Jiang Zifeng said with a smile: "That's right, there will be a composition competition in F in a few days. This competition is actually for the selection of the new concept composition competition in the future. Each school selects five students to go to the county to participate in the preliminary competition. After passing the preliminary competition, you must complete a short story between 1 and [-] words according to the theme within one month, and send it to Shanghai to participate in the re-examination. Those who pass the re-examination will go to Shanghai to participate in the final. It is published by an official magazine It is jointly organized with domestic universities, and if you can win the special prize in the finals, you have a high chance of being directly admitted to Peking University."

After briefly introducing the situation of the competition, Jiang Zifeng added: "In the past, the contestants in F were selected directly from the liberal arts intensive class. This year, it has been changed. Science students can also participate in the selection."

This composition competition was long before the parents' meeting, and the school leaders of F Middle School had passed the wind with Jiang Zifeng.

In fact, the school changed the selection method this time especially for Jiang Nian.

In F County, F is the best, and the places in F are basically the final places.Since the retest is not written on the spot, there is a bug of Jiang Zifeng, and it is almost guaranteed to pass the retest as the number one.

Once in the finals, the worst is the third prize.The third prize can also obtain the recommendation qualification of some 211 colleges and universities.

Jiang Zifeng knew that his son was not interested in writing, nor would he accept his help.

Now it seems that it is not necessary.

But the qualification to be recommended to a prestigious school is too precious for other high school students.

He wanted to thank Li Feng, and hoped that he could get closer to his son through this. He smiled and asked, "I can help you check the works for the re-examination. It's a rare opportunity to be recommended, do you want to give it a try?"