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According to the standards of the time, Jiang Lu's family was well-to-do. He usually eats two dishes and one soup at home. When he goes to the school cafeteria by himself, he always eats meat and vegetables.

Today, Jiang Lu only ordered a portion of stir-fried winter melon and a steamed bun. Not to mention the taste, it was not enough to satisfy his hunger.

But there is no way, his monthly living expenses are only 150 yuan, which is quite a lot among his classmates, but he lost 69 yuan a few days ago because of "floating prostitutes" - the price is [-] yuan, but under the chaos at that time, The man pulled out all his money in one go.

Later, when he was questioned about his name and school, he was so frightened that he ran away without thinking of getting back the extra 19 yuan.

While eating, he counted his meal ticket for this month, and there was still 36 yuan.

He is not good at math, so he muttered in his mouth when he was counting: "Three cents for vegetables, ten cents for steamed buns, four cents for a meal, eight cents for a day..."

A classmate I met in the cafeteria before came over again: "Jiang Lu."

Jiang Lu covered the meal ticket, raised his head and greeted him: "Lin Hong."

Jiang Lu and this Lin Hong could barely be regarded as "dinners", they were both extremely introverted people, they hardly spoke, and only occasionally had dinner together.

Jiang Lu absent-mindedly bit the steamed bun, sneaking glances at Lin Hong from time to time.

"Lin Hong, do you need a meal ticket?"

With a mouthful of rice in his mouth, Lin Hong raised his head suspiciously.

"I have too many meal tickets this month, and I want to exchange 30 yuan with you... I don't have enough living expenses this month." Jiang Lu blushed a little.

This is the first time he has shown his cunning.He knew that Lin Hong had no friends and had a thin skin, so he would not reject him.

Lin Hong swallowed the food in his mouth, lowered his head, took out the wallet from his pocket, and counted out three pieces of ten yuan.

Jiang Lu stared at the three banknotes, understanding Grandet for the first time in his life.

He pushed the 30 yuan meal ticket over, and Lin Hong pushed the three banknotes over, and the two got both money and goods.

Jiang Lu lowered his head and continued to eat, the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably, restraining an excited smile.

"Lin Hong, can you lend me another dollar? I'll return it to you when I go home early next month and get my living expenses."

The honest Lin Hong took out a one-dollar coin from his wallet and pushed it to him, "There is no need to pay it back."

"If you use it, you can pay it back on the 30st of next month." Jiang Lu cherished this one yuan and put it in his pocket, together with the [-] yuan just now.

Returning to the dormitory after dinner, Jiang Lu made a cross on the calendar hanging by the bed. Today is the 23rd, and there are already six crosses in front of it.

He took out all the money in his pocket, three banknotes and one steel coin, 31 yuan.

Excitedly and apprehensively, he put the money into a small paper bag glued with newspaper, and hurried downstairs.

"Hey?"

"Hello... I, I, I..." He was even more nervous than when he called for the first time.

A low laugh came from the phone, with an indescribably fond and hateful tone: "You, you, why are you stuttering again?"

Jiang Lu's face turned red all of a sudden.

"Can't hear my voice? I recognized yours right away...Why did you call me? I've been waiting for you for the past few days...Why did you run away that day? I slipped so fast and didn't even leave a call. If I What if I can't find you?"

Jiang Lu's red and hot face was almost buried in his chest, his eyes were still closed, hiding the sweet love inside, biting his lips and smiling shyly and happily.

"I know your phone number, isn't it all right?"

The other end of the phone laughed again, it was still that kind of low, naughty smile, which made people feel itchy inside and outside their ears when they heard it, and couldn't help but shrink the half of their shoulders, as if they were trying to clamp the microphone on their shoulders and between the ears.

"I just have to wait, don't I? All right, then you have to call me often, or I'll have to wait until I get sick."

"You, don't say this on the phone..."

He laughed again, what a bad guy, always laughing like that on the phone, "Okay, then I'll tell you in person..."

Jiang Lu grabbed the phone, and his breathing became lifeless.

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly softened, as if whispering next to someone's ear, "Did you miss me?...I miss you too, do you have time today?"

Jiang Luren is not fat and has a small face, but his face is not lacking in flesh. It looks very well, and when it turns red, it looks like two red apples.

With two hot red apples on his head, he said to the other end of the phone: "I... I only have 31 yuan. Last time, you took 69 yuan from me. Do you remember? The extra is just right ..."

Zhang Song laughed again, this time it wasn't that kind of low laugh, it was a loud laugh, heartily knocking on Jiang Lu's tympanic membrane, causing Jiang Lu to shyly shrug his shoulders again.

"Are you stupid? Little fool!"

"Then... will it work?"

"Okay, okay, just come and find me."

Jiang Lu hung up the phone, his heart was so beautiful that he was bubbling.

The eldest sister knitting a sweater looked at the time on the phone, "Liu Mao."

Jiang Lumei's bubbling smile stopped abruptly, "Huh?"

After paying for the phone, he only had 30 yuan left.

"Pass!"

Wang Xu was discharged from the hospital, as energetic and strict as ever, neither as if he had just been hospitalized, nor as if he had heard the new news about Ling Jiale.

At the beginning, Shen Ge was worried that Ling Jiale was full of things, and that being reprimanded by Wang Xuyi would be even more stressful.

Ling Jiale said: "I may have been tortured by the director, but when I heard him swearing, I felt at ease."

Shen Ge couldn't help laughing, understood why, and said, "Then let's concentrate on filming."

At the beginning, I couldn't act well, Jiang Lu's shyness, secret joy and sweetness were always not so interesting.

Wang Xu said angrily that they went to the big city to play around and play wild, and he was so angry that he wanted to lock Ling Jiale in the house to calm down.

It was the assistant director who thought of a way for Ling Jiale, and put an in-ear earphone in Ling Jiale's ear, covering it with a microphone.

In the camera, he is holding a microphone to call Zhang Song, and outside the camera, he is calling Shen Ge through the headset. Those low smiles and love words really got into his ears.

After the filming was over, the two walked out of the venue side by side as usual.

Ling Jiale suddenly shoved Shen Ge, "You man! Why do you smile so badly! You usually tease little girls...ah no, little boys!"

Shen Ge glanced at him confusedly, and then remembered that when he played with Ling Jiale on the phone just now, some words were indeed said to Ling Jiale himself, maybe, it was indeed a molestation...

Ling Jiale asked him: "Were people so unrestrained at that time? Just met once and dared to say what you want... People nowadays, why don't they meet a few times, chat online for a month or two, and then try again?" Probing..."

Shen Ge became sour again, so he had to bear it, and told him his opinion in a serious manner: "Maybe because people at that time knew less, it was very simple. Things like falling in love, everyone Hiding, I can’t see what other people do, I don’t show it on TV, and there is no internet, so I can only follow my own mind and thoughts... It can be regarded as doing whatever I want to a certain extent, truly being myself, like Jiang An introvert like Lu, he endures his shyness, while an extrovert like Zhang Song speaks out if he likes it.”

Speaking of this, Shen Ge couldn't help feeling a little envious.

Ling Jiale laughed, "No wonder there were so many sad mood songs in the past, it's because they were too arbitrary! It's easy to be rejected if you confess too early!"

Shen Ge: "...well, what you said seems to make sense."

As Shen Ge said, Jiang Lu is an introvert.

Before the second "floating prostitution", in order to make himself less nervous, he reluctantly spent two yuan to buy himself a bottle of beer.

He blew on the bottle directly in the canteen, because after he finished drinking, he returned the bottle to the owner of the canteen and got another [-] cents back.

With 28 yuan and [-] cents in his pocket, Jiang Lu embarked on a sweet journey to find Zhang Song on his [-] big stick.

Wang Xu made Ling Jiale fall while riding a bicycle.

"Jiang Lu doesn't drink well, he'll get dizzy after just one bottle, you have to show this, so you have to fall naturally, otherwise you should really drink and get yourself drunk." Wang Xu suggested.

Ling Jiale hurriedly waved his hands: "No director, my arms and legs won't work when I drink too much, and then I won't be able to ride a bicycle."

"Just drink half a bottle?"

"My legs are weak after taking a sip..."

"I'm doing it for your own good. Can you fall naturally when you are awake? If you fall wrong, you have to do it all over again. I am afraid that you will hurt!"

Shen Ge on the side testified for Ling Jiale: "Director, he's really not making excuses, he's really pouring down a glass, you forgot..."

Wang Xu frowned: "There really are people who can't drink so badly."

Afraid that he would get angry again, Ling Jiale hurriedly said: "Director, I will fall, I am not afraid of pain."

Wang Xu looked at him distrustfully: "Okay, let's take a picture and try."

He walked out two steps, then turned back, "Put on your knee pads and hide them in your trousers. The top is short sleeves, so you can't do anything with your elbows, you..." He frowned, "Look for yourself, try to protect yourself yourself, but you have to fall naturally, understand?"

With a warm heart, Ling Jiale replied, "Understood! Don't worry, Director!"

Shen Ge loved him more than Wang Xu, "Is it okay?"

Ling Jia smiled nonchalantly: "Okay! I used to fall a lot when I danced, and I got hurt every day, so I'm not afraid!"

But accidentally wrestling is always different from deliberately wrestling.

As high as [-] bars, it takes a second or two to go crooked from being crooked to actually falling to the ground.

For the human body, a flesh and blood machine that has evolved to the extreme, a second or two is long enough.

The cochlea senses the imbalance of the body and transmits the signal to the muscles of the whole body. This is an unconditioned reflex and only takes 100 milliseconds.

The cerebral cortex is aware of the body's response and is busy issuing the "relax" command. By the time the signal is transmitted to the muscles, it has already consumed 400 milliseconds.

Vision is one of the most important means for human beings to obtain information. Human eyes are sharp enough to detect abnormalities within 50 milliseconds.

Ling Jiale wants to use his 400 milliseconds of consciousness to fight against his own 100 milliseconds of instinct, and then deceive the audience's 50 milliseconds of intelligence.

Ling Jiale shot the shot of falling off the bicycle twelve times.

Zhang Song still stood under the tree and waited for Jiang Lu, watching Jiang Lu come late.

"I'm late." He pretended to be angry, but then realized that something was wrong, and hurried to meet him, "Why are you limping?"

Before Jiang Lu could reply, he made another discovery, and gently raised the arm holding Jiang Lu.

He didn't dare to move, afraid that Jiang Lu would hurt, so he bent down and blew lightly on his arm covered with fresh blood, "Did you fall?"

Jiang Lu is not a person who can act like a baby. The neighbors know that Jiang Lu is good. He is a role model for all the children in the family courtyard.

Such a sensible Jiang Lu, when asked by Zhang Song who had only met him once, he pursed his mouth aggrievedly, "I fell off the bicycle. The ground is full of stones, and it hurts so badly. This knee seems to be broken too." Yes, it hurts a lot."

The distress in Zhang Song's eyes couldn't be further increased, he squatted down and carefully rolled up the trouser leg.

He was so tall that he almost fell to the ground, blew several breaths on Jiang Lu's swollen knee, raised his head and said, "Fortunately it's not broken."

"Pass!"

Shen Ge didn't get up, he was still squatting, and carefully lowered Ling Jiale's trouser legs, "Fortunately, I'm wearing knee pads."

When he raised his head again, Ling Jiale saw the distress in his eyes, which was no different from what Jiang Lu saw in Zhang Song's eyes.