Jing Book

At around five o'clock in the morning, an old-fashioned red brick building near the vegetable market gradually became noisy. The couple went out to sell snacks, got up early to cook for their children, the old man and the old lady came out to walk their dogs and buy vegetables, and the residents were busy. The voice sounded like a colored pen, instantly dyeing an old photo alive and gaining popularity.A certain resident on the first floor is different from other houses. You can faintly see a thin arm stretching out to remove the wooden screen window, and then close the only window on the balcony with ventilation. The door was locked with a 'bang', and a boy in a blue and white summer school uniform came out pushing a bicycle. There was a black schoolbag in the front basket, and the back seat was tightly tied with cloth strips. It was a foam box. Looking carefully, the whole box was wrapped with wide yellow tape. It seemed that it had been used for a while. The boy was proficient in pushing the car through the alley full of obstacles. When we got to the alley, we took a run-up and rode the car steadily onto the road.

Around six o'clock, the small vendors at the entrance of the city's key No. [-] High School have already opened their stores. Few of the dormitory students go to the cafeteria early in the morning, and most of them come to the school gate to look for food. The first category is rich, the second is related, and the third is good study. If you catch a student at the gate, it is often the first type. Everyone in the city knows this, so the snack culture at the gate of a university has developed. It was extremely fast, and the types of breakfast sold were also very rich. The school couldn't control the mouths of these students even after repeated orders, so they just turned a blind eye and let them go. These children in the province complained about the cafeteria every day.

Looking around at the gate, there are pancakes, egg burgers, egg-filled pancakes, fried rice pancakes, steamed stuffed bun pies, cake bread, soy milk and soy milk. They also seem to have a tacit understanding, very few sell duplicates, and even the two drinks of soy milk and soy milk are not sold by the same company. In line with the principle that everyone makes money, they get along harmoniously.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything. All the stall owners who sell breakfast here know that there is a male student in a key class who has sold silk cakes baked at home every day since the first year of high school. It has been more than a year. Except for winter, there is a small box a day, which can hold dozens of bags, and each bag of four silk cakes sells for one dollar. There is a subtle competitive relationship with the old Pan family who have also sold silk cakes at the school gate for many years. Well, the middle-aged couple were embarrassed to embarrass a male student who was still studying, and they didn't run on him, but they felt a little awkward.

Zhang Jingshu arrived at the school gate by bicycle. Because his family lived far away, he had to ride for more than 40 minutes a day, so he came later than all the vendors, and he never took up any good seats, so he just found a place to stop the car. As soon as the bicycles were parked, a group of students gathered around to buy them, and immediately compared the business at Old Pansy Cake. In less than 20 minutes, the stock in the box was sold out, and those who came a little later Many of the day students failed to buy, and the business of Lao Pan and his wife picked up again.

Zhang Jingshu neatly folded the cotton pads used for heat preservation in the box, went to the stall next door to buy a cup of warm soy milk, and then pushed the cart into the school gate. Although the other stall owners were busy dealing with the students, they actually had a plan in their hearts. , just glance at it and you will know that today's weird battle still ended with the complete defeat of Lao Pan's family. There are not a few students who are caring, but there are more tricky ones. For a long time, students without real skills can sell so much. quick?When everyone has a kind heart to help the poor?In the final analysis, it was Lao Pan's craftsmanship that made a teenage male student compare, and everyone knew this fact clearly.

Jiang Xu has been listening to the endless nagging of the person on the other end of the phone since he went out early in the morning. He deliberately dawdled from the men's dormitory to the playground, and then from the playground to the school gate. It took 20 minutes to say the least, but Listening to the posture on the other side, it may not be possible to stop within an hour, but there is no way, although the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and no one can control him now, but the economic lifeline is held on the other side, no matter how impatient, I dare not make a sound at this time, so I had to move Under the impatience in my heart, I continued to receive education with an open mind, but this time, within a minute of listening, I saw a familiar person pushing a bicycle passing by not far away. When Jiang Xu remembered who this person was, Then he realized that he had unintentionally followed the other party to the school's parking shed.

"Okay, okay, mom, I'll remember! I haven't eaten breakfast yet, I'll talk about it next time, hang up!"

"Hey! Who is that! The one in front! Zhang Jingshu!"

The boy who was locking the car raised his head when he heard the sound, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. Seeing Jiang Xu, whom he didn't know, walking towards him, he wondered how this person knew his name.

Not to mention that Zhang Jingshu was surprised, when the name was called out, even Jiang Xu wondered, when did he remember this name?But that didn't stop him from asking, "Do you still have that biscuit?"

Of course not... Zhang Jingshu watched silently as Jiang Xu reached out and knocked on the box on the back seat of the bicycle. He knew in his heart that the other party was not referring to that, so he dug out a newspaper-wrapped item from his schoolbag and handed it over to him. In addition to selling at the door every day, I also leave a share for the students in my class who ordered the cakes the day before, so that they have to go out to buy it. The transfer student is from the class next to him.

Jiang Xu took the things without thanking him. He opened the plastic bag inside and found more than 20 round pancakes, just enough to fill his stomach.

Seeing Jiang Xu take it apart and eat it, Zhang Jingshu endured it, and reminded in a low voice: "There is wind here, you can eat it after returning to the classroom."

"Eating is not the same everywhere. By the way, do you have anything to drink?"

Zhang Jingshu was a little at a loss in front of Jiang Xu, who was tall and burly, but he still took out the hot soy milk he just bought from the cart basket and handed it over. This classmate Jiang, who has been transferred to another school for less than two months, knows that The other party's name, but that's all. I don't know him, and I can't afford to provoke him. I can only contribute the breakfast I prepared for myself.

"Then...you eat slowly, I...I'll go first."

There were people coming and going in the carport, Zhang Jingshu thought it was strange for two people who didn't know him to stand together, besides, Jiang Xu didn't have a school uniform, and he was wearing a brand-name sportswear that was eye-catching, so it was inevitable that he would be at a loss when standing with him Embarrassed.

While eating, Jiang Xu took the time to look at the model of poor students set up by this school, and unexpectedly found that this person was actually good-looking, and it was the first time he took a serious look at Zhang Jingshu.

He is about 174 tall and thin. His skin without acne or scars is better than most of the girls in the class. His big eyes are also very bright. He said he was going to leave, but he looked at him from the corner of his eye. Was he waiting for his approval?Jiang Xu murmured in his heart that he had not been transferred to another school for a long time, and he thought he had a healthy and sunny image, and he had never fought with anyone who blushed, but this boy who looked calmer than his peers in front of him was obviously afraid of him, which was interesting.

"Why are you going! I haven't given you the money yet. Let's go together after I finish eating. Anyway, I'm next to you, so let's drop by!"

Jiang Xu drank the soy milk in a few sips, threw the plastic cup away, put Zhang Jingshu on the shoulder, and led him towards the teaching building, saying as he walked, "The cake you made is so delicious, no wonder there are so many people. Everyone is willing to buy it, the shredded silk is plentiful and soft, and it smells delicious. I’m ready to eat it. Hey, otherwise, I will order it every day in the future. How about I bring these quantities today?"

Zhang Jingshu was a little confused by Jiang Xu's sudden strong words and deeds, but she still reminded her sincerely: "Eating this every day will make you tired, and no one in my class orders it every day."

"Let's get tired of it. I've eaten all the ones at the door. It's the first time I've eaten yours. Now I'm going to eat it every day. How about it? Is it okay?" Jiang Xu stacked the last few silk cakes together, took a few mouthfuls After eating, he continued: "Don't think about it, such a trivial matter, can you tell me a word!"

Although Zhang Jingshu was a little reluctant, but Jiang Xu said so, it would be bad to refuse again, and he didn't dare to refuse. Fortunately, it was only 7 small bags. up.

Seeing that Zhang Jingshu nodded obediently, Jiang Xu smiled in satisfaction, and casually took out a bunch of crumpled banknotes from his trouser pocket, picked Zhang Baibai's and stuffed them directly into the jacket pocket of Zhang Jingshu's school uniform, saying: "Here , count from today, and ask for it when it runs out.”

Zhang Jingshu didn't refuse. He knew that Jiang Xu's move was not because he trusted him, but because he didn't care about the money at all. There are too many rich people in the school, and he has long been used to those who don't take money as money.

Walking together inexplicably, Zhang Jingshu and Jiang Xu entered their respective classrooms separately. As soon as he entered, he was stopped by the class monitor, who said anxiously: "Why is it so late today? I'm starving to death! Oh, take it out quickly." , so I can give them points!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jingshu hurriedly took out the pre-reserved copy from his schoolbag and handed it to class monitor Sun Lin. When he sat down and took out the papers to be taught in the morning class, Sun Lin was already holding the small list that he wrote down last night to start. I sent them to my classmates one by one, asking for money while sending out: "Why is it such a big ticket? I can't find it, I can't find it! You buy 3 bags and get 50? Are you sorry?!"

The boy who was said had a hippie smile on his face, "I really don't have any change, Sister Lin, you can break it for me, or I have to go to the store to break the money after class."

"It's just you who have a lot of things to do!" Sun Lin came back after sending out a circle, counted the money, and said: "We don't add up to enough money for you, no matter, you spend the money yourself after class, and send it to me when you are done."

At this time of the day, the classroom is always filled with the smell of various foods. Zhang Jingshu couldn’t help but smell it. Before going out in the morning, he ate a few pancakes to fill his belly, and rode for nearly 40 minutes. I was hungry a long time ago, but I didn’t expect that today’s breakfast was cut off by Jiang Xu, and it was too late to go out to buy it now. There was a sound in his stomach, and he endured it, and got up and went to the water dispenser in front of the classroom to pick up a bottle After returning from the water, he drank half a bottle and felt less hungry. He continued to do the unsolved questions on the paper last night. After a while, his ears gradually quieted down. He looked up and saw that the physics teacher had walked up to the podium. The wall clock above the blackboard reads exactly 7:20.

After one class, Zhang Jingshu rushed out of the classroom with 4 yuan. When he got out of the teaching building, he was embarrassed to run, so he walked quickly to the small shop on the other side of the playground. I got a piece of bread and a ham sausage, and on the way back, I vaguely heard the three girls chatting in front of me.

"...Sure enough, he is from Beijing. I thought it was the accent before. I don't usually talk to the girls in the class, but I get along well with the boys. In the last monthly exam, he ranked more than 30 in the class, and the top 200 in the big list."

"Then he's good at studying!" Another girl said in surprise: "He's handsome, and you can tell how much money the family has at home. A boy like him doesn't look like a good student, but why come to our place to study in high school? gone?"

"What's wrong with our place? The enrollment rate is high in the whole province! But a boy in my class asked him this. I don't know the specifics, but it's definitely not a formal transfer. It seems that there is something wrong. It depends on the relationship first." Our school borrowed it for a period of time, followed by classes, and went back to Beijing for the college entrance examination, and he went to live with his relatives during the monthly vacation."

"It's a guess. It won't last long. Now that the girls in your class have come through all their hardships, they finally have something to look at. Cherish the person in front of you."

"Don't mention it. Ever since he came, girls from ordinary classes have always come up to inquire about him. They pretended to pass by every day. When doing exercises, our class has a high rate of return. How long has it been? I heard that several love letters have been collected. .”

"Uh... this is too fast!"

"Hehe, we think it's fast, but some girls don't think that they are watching closely..."

Zhang Jingshu accidentally listened to gossip all the way, and took a look when passing by the back door of Class 20. Sure enough, she found several girls who were not on this floor "passing by" the door. Jiang Xu's figure without school uniform was too conspicuous. He still noticed the person at the back door at a glance. He didn't pay attention to it before, but now he thought about it. Recently, when it was class or break time, there seemed to be a lot of noise in the corridor. That's why.

The author has something to say:

Impulsively, I opened a pit on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wish you a happy Mooncake Festival, please collect~~

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