SAYE

Jiang Cheng was drowsy all morning, listening to the teacher's lectures in his ears. The teachers in the fourth middle school were all at the same level as the old monk chanting scriptures. Except for Lao Lu who would intersperse swearing to refresh himself, the other teachers, including Lao Xu, had no He walked forward in a rhythmic way, and fell asleep as he walked.

In this kind of season when the weather is starting to get a bit chilly and people are very comfortable, Jiang Cheng and Yi Jing are probably the only ones who can sustain themselves listening to lectures without chatting.

Oh no, Jiang Cheng looked at Gu Fei who was engrossed in taking notes, and Gu Fei.

By the way, there is also Wang Xu who can accurately find Yi Jing's back in about 1 backs.

After school at noon, Jiang Cheng lay down on the table and closed his eyes instantly: "Call me in 10 minutes."

"En." Gu Fei responded and closed the notebook.

"Hey Da Fei, Da Fei," Zhou Jing packed up his things and turned his head, "Da..."

Gu Fei looked at him.

"Are you wearing Jiang Cheng's clothes?" Zhou Jing asked.

Jiang Cheng raised his head, feeling like "I can't wait, this person must be silenced immediately".

"No." Gu Fei said.

"Isn't it?" Zhou Jing hesitated, "I seemed to see him wearing it last week."

"Same style." Gu Fei said.

"...Oh," Zhou Jing hesitated, "It's not new, I haven't seen you before..."

"Get lost." Gu Fei simply interrupted him.

Zhou Jing sighed and stood up: "I can't even chat, it's too much."

When I was in class, I was so sleepy that it seemed like the world had left, and the teacher’s voice seemed to come from beyond the five elements. Now that get out of class was over, I could lie down and take a nap with peace of mind, and Jiang Cheng couldn’t fall asleep again.

But he was still very strong and kept his eyes closed. He didn't open them until Gu Fei said "twenty-ten minutes" beside him, and wiped away the tears that were streaming down his face because he was sleepy and couldn't sleep.

"Did you fall asleep?" Gu Fei asked.

"Ah," Jiang Cheng sighed, "I'm almost blind from sleep."

"You're still lying on your stomach. I can see that your eyelids are blinking so fast that they almost catch up with your wings." Gu Fei smiled, and pushed the notebook in front of him, "Do you think this is okay? If not, you should go to the teacher and ask."

Jiang Cheng opened the notebook and felt a clear stream.

He has been taking notes since junior high school, and it has been several years since he saw such clean and neat handwriting on his notebook for the first time.

A scumbag like Gu Fei doesn't care about the importance of taking notes. Anyway, he wrote down what was written on the blackboard and what the teacher repeated. He had to pick out the key points when he read it.

But there is one thing that he admires quite a lot. Gu Fei's handwriting is not only good, but also fast. It's really not a small project to take notes like this indiscriminately.

"You are awesome," Jiang Cheng said, "I have to use abbreviations and symbols when I take notes, otherwise I won't be able to remember them."

"Nonsense," Gu Fei said, "I just remember, not ponder."

"You haven't taken classes so seriously since you've grown up, you scumbag." Jiang Cheng stood up and stretched.

"Well," Gu Fei also stood up, and the two of them walked out together, "When you are with Xueba, you can experience many miraculous things."

"Then..." Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Are you tired? Is taking notes bothersome?"

"It's okay." Gu Fei said.

Jiang Cheng didn't talk about the content related to class and review, but he could feel that Gu Fei was different from other scumbags. Normal scumbags would feel annoying even if they didn't listen to anything and just took notes all morning. For example, Pan Zhi's genuine scumbag.

Not to mention asking Pan Zhi to take notes all morning like Gu Fei, he could fall asleep on the pen holder in just one class.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng felt unwilling and distressed for a while.

Watching Gu Fei bury his hopes and walk forward along the road of the people of the steel factory, the feeling of being helpless and standing on the sidelines made him very uncomfortable.

Every time he savored Gu Fei's helplessness carefully, his mood would slide all the way to the bottom.

"What's for lunch?" Gu Fei asked.

Jiang Cheng withdrew his thoughts of running away and pondered for at least 2 minutes before answering: "I don't know."

"It's really sad." Gu Fei sighed.

"I feel hungry, but I don't know what I want to eat." Jiang Cheng rubbed his belly, "Why don't we eat something high-quality."

"Is it the pizza on the opposite side?" Gu Fei laughed.

"Oh no," Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue, "Wang Er Pie is much better than that."

After discussing for a long time, they finally went to the gate of Gu Miaoqian Primary School to eat mutton noodles.

Although it was just mutton powder, judging from its appearance and price, it was more in line with Jiang Cheng's high-end requirements.

Jiang Cheng passed by this mutton noodle restaurant many times, and every time he thought it was a bar, and he thought how awesome this small city was, allowing the bar to open to the entrance of the elementary school, and the bar had a weird name called Big Big Wolf...

"This is the only time I've come to this place," Jiang Cheng sighed when he came out after eating the noodles, "It's too expensive, 20 yuan! I just asked you to figure it out, don't you feel it?"

"I didn't feel it. I thought you were fixing my clothes." Gu Fei smiled. "Actually, the price is not bad. The meat is quite a lot. Originally, I wanted to add another meat to you. Excessive, seeing that the meat is okay, I am not willing to add more.”

"That's right! How can you say the price is okay even if you don't want to add more?" Jiang Cheng laughed for a long time, then sighed in a drawn out voice, "Hey... I will take you to eat at 800 yuan a piece after I go to work. A bowl of noodles, plus 200 yuan for meat."

"Okay." Gu Fei nodded seriously, "If you don't add it, you are not Chinese."

The two had another round of fun.

When I returned to Gu Fei's shop, Gu Fei's mother was sitting next to the cash register, and she looked a little out of sorts. She would always say in a loud voice, Jiang Cheng, that you are here today. Glancing at them both, he continued to sit in a daze.

"Have you eaten yet?" Gu Fei asked her.

"Eat," she replied, her voice was also weak, "Take Er Miao to eat a rice roll, she insists on eating that stuff, it's cold, I feel a stomachache right now."

"You go back." Gu Fei raised his hand to touch her forehead, "Why do you feel like you have a fever?"

"No," she stood up, grabbed the small bag under the table, and walked towards the store entrance, "Don't worry about me, I'm tired even if you don't mind it."

"Goodbye, Auntie." Jiang Cheng looked at her back, then turned to look at Gu Fei, "What's wrong with your mother?"

"Cheering from time to time," Gu Fei sat down, opened the cash register and looked at the money, "I was beaten by my new boyfriend yesterday, so I'm not in a good mood."

"...Is it the motorcycle rider you saw last time?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"I don't know," Gu Fei frowned, "I'll go and clean up that kid one more time."

Jiang Cheng didn't speak, and sat beside him.

"It doesn't make sense to talk about it. It's eight hundred times if not a thousand times." Gu Fei took out his phone and flicked it, "I think she needs to see a psychiatrist, but she definitely won't go, and here we... There is no reliable psychiatrist."

Jiang Cheng reached out and took his phone away, took his hand, and squeezed it gently.

That’s right, not to mention the steel factory, in this small city, going to see a psychiatrist will probably turn you into a psychopath in the eyes of the people around you. Gu Fei’s mother is probably the same. Going to see a psychiatrist is to admit that you are a lunatic up.

"Yesterday she asked me, without Gu Miao, would I have left her alone?" Gu Fei said.

"Really?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head.

"Yes," Gu Fei said, "They're all adults now, they can walk their own paths."

Jiang Cheng didn't speak any more, only feeling completely confused.

"Go to sleep for a while," Gu Fei said, "I won't be able to hold on in the afternoon."

"What about you?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Shall we hug each other and sleep on that small bed?" Gu Fei smiled, "I don't need to sleep, and I'm not sleepy."

Gu Fei had just changed the sheets on this bed in the hut, and the quilt covers, pillows, and sheets were filled with the refreshing smell of the sun. Jiang Cheng threw himself on the bed and fell asleep within 2 minutes of hugging the quilt.

When Gu Fei called him, he didn't even want to get up, he hugged the quilt and didn't let go: "Sleepy, sleepy..."

"Then you cut class?" Gu Fei asked.

"No." Jiang Cheng buried his face in the quilt.

"Then?" Gu Fei asked again.

"Sleepy." Jiang Cheng said.

"Then absenteeism?" Gu Fei continued to ask.

"No." Jiang Cheng's answer continued to circulate.

"Then what?" Gu Fei asked.

"...What are you doing?" Jiang Cheng was stunned.

"I'll fuck you," Gu Fei supported the head of the bed and tugged at his pants, "If you're idle, you're idle, anyway, you won't get up."

Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at him: "I rely on you."

Gu Fei didn't speak, and raised half of the clothes on his body with a wave of his hand.

"Hey! Hey hey..." Jiang Cheng woke up in an instant, sat up suddenly, and then jumped to the ground, "Put it down, you're going to school."

"Not sleepy anymore?" Gu Fei straightened his clothes.

"I'm not sleepy anymore, I'll wash my face!" Jiang Cheng ran to the backyard.

The self-study class in the afternoon was cancelled, and Lao Xu stood on the podium and spoke earnestly for 10 minutes, hoping to cheer everyone up from the blow that the self-study class became a variety of main subjects, but the effect was not great.

Lao Lu, who preempted the first self-study class, finally couldn't help typing a paragraph of Lao Xu's words: "Mr. Xu, it's useless for you to say these things! Look at these things! Take a rest, I'm in class! Let you talk about it!" It's half a class!"

Old Xu reluctantly gave up his seat on the podium: "It's been less than a year! Students! You've been playing for two and a half years! In the last six months, cheer up and fight!"

"Wakeup!" Lao Lu went up and slapped the table, "Class!"

Jiang Cheng was taken aback by his palm even though he wasn't distracted, and Gu Fei who was distracted next to him was so frightened that his phone dropped directly to the ground.

"I feel sorry for you, Mr. Xu!" Lao Lu said, "Every day, your lips are getting bald! Others lose ten or twenty catties when preparing for the exam. You go home and call yourself! Fat head The ones with big ears! I can only afford to find a pork scale in the vegetable market!"

Jiang Cheng glanced at Gu Fei.

"Don't look at me," Gu Fei said in a low voice, "I maintain a very good figure."

Jiang Cheng held back his smile.

"You've lost weight," Gu Fei said again, "You can tell it. Let's weigh it tonight. You can tell it's at least ten catties."

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng smiled.

After school, the two of them went to the pharmacy, and Gu Fei stood on the scale: "My weight hasn't changed in three years."

"Is it weighed here every time?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"En." Gu Fei nodded.

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then turned to the person in the medicine and asked, "Eldest sister, is your scale good?"

"Okay, new one!" said the elder sister, "It's been two months since it was new, so it's pretty accurate."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng also stood up, and then was stunned for a moment, "I rely on his uncle...isn't it easy?"

Gu Fei took away the schoolbag he was carrying: "Why don't you carry me up and stand up?"

"I can't carry it," Jiang Cheng smiled, and then looked at the number on the scale, "It's lighter than you, so we should be about the same."

"Probably." Gu Fei squeezed his waist, "You probably need to get some nutrition."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Cheng got off the scale, "I never need to supplement my nutrition before the exam. Before the senior high school entrance exam, I also endured it every day. My mother...never gave me a special extra meal, so she said that I don't need to be so delicate."

"The pressure of the high school entrance examination is not so great." Gu Fei took out his mobile phone and looked at it while walking, "And you are eating too casually now, so you won't go out to eat at night in the future."

"Eat in the shop?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Well," Gu Fei nodded seriously, "I won't go out to eat earlier, fried dough sticks are not nutritious."

"Will you make it earlier?" Jiang Cheng laughed.

"En." Gu Fei continued to nod.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Cheng moved closer to him.

"Nutrition recipes, look at this, one kind of nutritious breakfast a day." Gu Fei pointed to the screen.

"No, you do it?" Jiang Cheng looked at him, "Your skills are not as good as Li Yan's."

"Then let Li Yan do it for you." Gu Fei said.

"Get out," Jiang Cheng gave him a sideways look, "I'm really not that delicate."

"I won't leave." Gu Fei smiled and put the phone back in his pocket.

Pan Zhi is one of the people Lao Lu mentioned who became fat as soon as he took the exam. His family has always refused to accept the fact that he is a scumbag. This is a top student who was hindered by malnutrition, so Pan Zhi even gained three to five catties in the mid-term exam.

After the exam, I will lose the heavy weight during all kinds of scolding and beating.

Jiang Cheng had never enjoyed the treatment of a nutritious meal, and Shen Yiqing had strict dietary standards, thinking that no matter how hard the study was, the nutrition in the food at home was enough, and adding nutrition was just a kind of psychological comfort.

But maybe it’s like this, Jiang Cheng has never felt that he didn’t have enough nutrition when he was reviewing, but he was easy to get sleepy, but with his ability, he is generally hungry and sleepy, drinking a little fragrance...

"To be sleepy is to use your brain too much." Gu Fei held the phone in one hand and the frying spoon in the other, stirring the chicken wings in the pot, "It just needs to be replenished."

"Does eating chicken wings nourish your brain?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Walnuts, milk, eggs, red dates, sesame seeds, bananas, soybeans..." Gu Fei said in succession, "Which one do you like?"

"...Neither of them." Jiang Cheng replied.

"That's fine, you don't like fish either," Gu Fei looked at the phone, "You just like meat, right, big streaky."

"The chicken wings are also very good." Jiang Cheng swallowed.

"That's why I think it's fine to eat a little better, and I can't eat that pile of inexplicable things, and I don't know what to do." Gu Fei stir-fried for a long time, and then pointed to the side with the frying spoon, "Go, pour in the Coke .”

"Well," Jiang Cheng went over and opened a can of Coke, "Is it all poured?"

"All down." Gu Fei looked at the phone again.

"Don't have Coca-Cola? Pepsi isn't enough..." Jiang Cheng said.

"Brother Cheng, I think you really don't have enough brains," Gu Fei looked at him, "Are you still angry if you want to eat a Coca-Cola chicken wing?"

"...Can I go drink a bottle?" Jiang Cheng smiled.

"It's in the freezer." Gu Fei said.

This pot of chicken wings is very generous, because Gu Miao, who doesn't need to replenish his brain but has an amazing appetite, has to be taken into account. Gu Fei has been tossing in the kitchen for an hour, and Jiang Cheng has memorized several pages of politics before he shouted. One voice: "Gu Ermiao is here to get the bowls and chopsticks!"

Gu Miao ran into the kitchen and took out the bowls and chopsticks.

"Er Miao, shall we wash our hands?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Gu Miao looked at him, nodded, and walked to the edge of the pool with Jiang Cheng.

"Shall I wash first?" Jiang Cheng said, after confirming that Gu Miao was still calm, he turned on the faucet and washed his hands with very small water.

Gu Miao followed suit and stretched out her hands, rubbing them under the faucet.

"It's nothing." Jiang Cheng glanced at Gu Fei.

"Well," Gu Fei nodded, "I haven't been afraid of water for more than half a year."

This is progress, is it considered progress?Jiang Cheng didn't open his mouth to ask Gu Fei. He believed that Gu Fei should have experienced similar expectations countless times, and all he had to wait for was disappointment.

Coca-Cola Chicken Wings is probably the easiest "big dish" to make. It basically has no technical content. Gu Fei just followed the steps while looking at his phone, and the taste was actually not bad.

"Is saltiness suitable?" Gu Fei looked at him.

"Appropriate." Jiang Cheng gave him a thumbs up while gnawing on the chicken wings.

Gu Miao immediately followed him and gave Gu Fei a thumbs up.

"Really, why don't you set up a pot and buy some chicken wings at the store." Jiang Cheng quickly finished eating one chicken wing, and took another.

"No time," Gu Fei smiled, "Besides, it's probably not enough for you to eat."

Jiang Cheng smiled and took two mouthfuls of rice.

Gu Fei really didn't have time, this shop was basically making do with it and couldn't manage it seriously. When he was doing part-time photoshoots, it was impossible for Li Yan to watch over him every day. His mother would watch over for a while. Once the shop door is closed, the business will not be done.

Jiang Cheng glanced at Gu Miao. If Gu Miao was a little better, Gu Fei would be able to help guard the shop, but if it was really better, Gu Miao should go to school.

He bit the bone of the chicken wing, many things, it was an endless loop, staggered and nested together in circles.

After eating, Jiang Cheng went back to the rental room first, he had to do his homework and read books.

After Gu Fei cleaned up the things in the store, he took Gu Miao home and played with him for a while. When Gu Miao fell asleep, he came over with a thermos.

"What is this?" Jiang Cheng glanced at the time, Gu Fei came over an hour later than usual, and it's already past ten o'clock.

"...Coke Chicken Wings," Gu Fei unscrewed the lid of the thermos, "I just made it at home, your supper... it's for your brain."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng's heart felt warm for a while, but when the warmth was over, he suddenly felt like laughing, so he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Be serious," Gu Fei put the lid on again, "Don't you really like to eat?"

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng nodded sullenly, feeling happy after thinking about it.

Gu Fei stared at him for a long time, had fun with him, and sat on the edge of the bed: "At this stage, I only know this one dish, just persevere."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng closed his smile, reached out and touched his lips, "Gu Fei, thank you."

"You're welcome, please call me the red scarf." Gu Fei touched his chest, "I forgot to wear the red scarf."

"Okay, red scarf," Jiang Cheng picked up the book on the table while smiling, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired, why?" Gu Fei asked.

Jiang Cheng handed him the book: "You hit me..."

He had already reacted when the corner of Gu Fei's mouth twitched, but he still didn't have time to dodge, allowing Gu Fei to slap him on the arm.

"Your uncle!" Jiang Cheng rubbed his arms.

"Smoked." Gu Fei took the book, "What else?"

"Rub it." Jiang Cheng stretched out his arm in front of him.

"Okay," Gu Fei pulled his arm and rubbed it lightly, then looked down again, "I'm not working hard, why are you still red?"

"I'm malnourished," Jiang Cheng said, "Here's a chicken wing."

Gu Fei went to the kitchen to find a bowl to wash, put two chicken wings out and put them on the table: "Do you want me to give you some knowledge points for you to answer?"

"Yeah," Jiang Cheng took a chicken wing and gnawed on it, "You can smoke whatever you want, and it counts wherever you turn."

Gu Fei picked up the book: "The geographical boundaries of our country's population distribution..."

"Roughly draw a straight line between Heihe City in Heilongjiang and Tengchong City in Yunnan Province," Jiang Cheng bit his bones, "the southeastern part of the line has a large population, while the northwestern part of the line has a small population."

Gu Fei also took a chicken wing: "The emigration of Sichuan's population is positive for the local area..."

"It eased the conflict between people and land in this area, and strengthened the economic, technological, ideological and cultural ties between Sichuan and the outside world..." Jiang Cheng was halfway through speaking, when the cell phone thrown by the bed rang, "Who is so late? "

"Pan Zhi?" Gu Fei brought the phone over for him, and was stunned when he saw the caller ID on the screen, "Shen Yiqing?"

The hand that Jiang Cheng was stretching towards the thermos froze in the air.

"You... adoptive mother?" Gu Fei hesitated, probably seeing that Jiang Cheng hadn't moved, so he asked, "Aren't you going to answer?"

Jiang Cheng stared at the phone, and after a while he said softly, "I don't want to answer it."

Gu Fei didn't speak, he put the phone on mute, put it back beside the bed, and helped Jiang Cheng get two more chicken wings and put them in the bowl.

"Increased income, promoted economic development, and the impact of increasing floating population on urban development..." Jiang Cheng said.

"Ah?" Gu Fei was stunned for a moment before he suddenly came to his senses and realized that Jiang Cheng had finished what he had just said.

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything more, staring at the phone that was still silently on, he frowned.