Jiaojiu Nuanyang

Get up soon after your birthday.

Christmas, New Year's Day, New Years.

This year's Spring Festival is at the beginning of February, and the rhythm of the third year of junior high school is tense. After the winter vacation, the school added a make-up class. It was not until the junior year that the students were reluctant to let them go home. The teachers in each class repeatedly told them that they could not study well. Loose, the test papers and the key points of each subject must be read more and read a lot of questions to learn from one another.

Even if the high school entrance examination is not as exaggerated as the college entrance examination, basically returning to school after the new year will enter the intensive review and final sprint stage.

In the final exam of the last semester of the third year of junior high school, Fang Kun was so successful that he registered with the grade director.

Of course, this registration is not because of being naughty or fighting or anything, but as the school's key training target, the top students who want to stay in the school's high school are concerned.

Junior high school is no longer compulsory education, and it is no longer divided by school districts in terms of national regulations.Every year as soon as the senior high school entrance examination is over, each high school pulls out all the stops to launch a talent-grabbing competition, supplemented by temptations such as various scholarship teachers to tutor exchange students.Those No. [-] picks, all of them are sweet and sweet, with a bunch of olive branches smashed out of their heads, happy and distressed.

Two years ago in city A, there was a farce news that the admissions teachers of two prestigious schools forced the students to the corner to wait to make a decision, and then the two teachers disliked each other and fought.

Having said that, Fang Kun ranked in the top [-] in the grade list for the final exam.

The average grade of Class Six this time is very good, but the overall score distribution is a spindle structure.There are fewer top students and those at the bottom of the trailer, and more in the middle, so that Fang Kun is clearly ranked No.6 in the class, but the grade list is already over 90, and the top ten honors are basically given by a few top students in the second class. accounted for.Among the top ten, the second class took up six seats, and only class No. 1 in the sixth class squeezed in with difficulty.

When the results came out, Fang Kun was overjoyed.Chen Jingdong was happier than him.

With a big wave of his hand, the always calm man directly invited the teachers who had been teaching Fang Kun to a certain seafood buffet restaurant that was recently caught fire.

Except for Mr. Wang who couldn't attend because of something at home, all the other teachers went.

During the dinner, several teachers also praised Fang Kun's progress.Even if there is an element of cannibalism, it is more affirmed by Fang Kun himself that he is not adulterated.

From the state of being almost out of school at the end of the crane to the top five in key middle school classes, Fang Kun's performance is absolutely impressive in just one year.

The mathematics teacher is an old scholar who is nearly fifty years old. He is rigorous, conscientious and meticulous, and has extremely rich teaching experience.

"The study of mathematics, physics and chemistry is not the same as that of Chinese and English. It pays attention to drawing inferences from one instance and strong logical thinking ability. I have taken care of many children over the years, some are smart and some can only study hard. Fang Kun's current grades, in addition to his ability to learn, There is another quality that our teachers like very much called willingness to learn. What kind of achievements are closely related to everyone's efforts. Nowadays, many children are pushed forward by their parents and teachers reluctantly, and passive learning has become a habit. I can’t see anything in the grades. When I get to the senior grades, the group of learning initiative and willing to use their brains will surely stand out in a short period of time and become the best in the class. To be honest, when I first took Fang Kun, I thought he could It's good enough to catch up with the progress after graduating from the third year of junior high school. I didn't expect this time to be advanced by nearly half a year. Fang Kun, congratulations."

"Fang Kun, in fact, you have to thank your cousin even more." The physics teacher blushed: "In a year, this kind of tutoring regardless of cost, in addition to the investment of time, the cost alone is not worth 10,000+ My father may not be able to do this."

After dinner, at the entrance of the hotel, Chen Jingdong sent the teachers to the car one by one. Seeing that the last car had just passed the traffic light, Fang Kun next to him seemed to have taken a stimulant, and rushed onto the man's shoulder.

"Brother, carry me home!"

"Okay." Chen Jingdong also drank a lot tonight, and the joy was fermenting, and the unstoppable gurgling flowed upwards.Even if it is more than three kilometers away from their home: "Brother will carry you back."

After walking a few steps, Fang Kun spoke close to his ear, and he was itchy with heat: "Forget it, I don't want to make you tired."

"Recite it for a while." The man lifted the boy up, and walked forward steadily: "When you grow up, brother will not be able to recite it even if you want to."

The young man's arm was hooked around his neck, and his cheek was pressed close to the base of his ear, and the hot breath from his breath happened to hit the collarbone: "When I grow up, I will carry you. No, whoever is taller will carry it."

"Aren't you stupid, you?" That little bit of alcohol is not enough to get drunk, but it makes people flooded with emotions: "If you two big men walk behind their backs, you will be laughed to death."

"Then," the boy tightened his arms: "Shall we recite at home? Brother."

Chen Jingdong pursed his lips and remained silent.At this time, his weakness made him unable to say no.But he couldn't let Fang Kun's trick of probing.

"Brother?" The boy on his back shook, stubbornly wanting to ask an answer: "Is it okay?"

"Come down quickly, I'm tired." Chen Jingdong changed the subject: "Have a cigarette before taking a taxi."

Fang Kun jumped down resentfully, with his hands in his pockets, one step behind Chen Jingdong.

"Hey, the kid is throwing a temper tantrum?" Chen Jingdong teased him, shaking the hand holding the cigarette: "Have a sip?"

"You let me smoke?" Fang Kun was surprised and forgot the little depression: "Really?"

"Boy, it doesn't matter if you smoke once in a while. Don't be so stupid and get caught by the teacher." Chen Jingdong reached for the cigarette case in his pocket: "Just one." At this moment, he contradicted himself and forgot the meaning of his righteous words. Those lessons, even the spanking that confuses and shames him.

"No," Fang Kun reached out to snatch the cigarette that Chen Jingdong took a puff: "I want yours."

"Stupid," the man's heart palpitated, his fingers clenched tightly, but he was still robbed of the remaining half of the cigarette.He can only hypnotize himself. In fact, it is normal for the two brothers to smoke a cigarette: "I will grab half a cigarette."

Fang Kun imitated him and squeezed half of the cigarette, squinted at him, and slowly brought the cigarette butt to his lips.

With such a small movement, Chen Jingdong's throat tightened. He almost avoided his eyes immediately, and took a few quick deep breaths to stabilize his mind.

God, why is this kid so seductive?Obviously a boy...

"Brother, do I look handsome when I smoke?" But the little guy still refused to let him go: "Look, am I more handsome than you?"

"Handsome," Chen Jingdong rubbed his forehead and touched his cheek, hot: "You are the most handsome, right?"

"Tch, perfunctory." Fang Kun bumped his shoulder in dissatisfaction: "Answer without even looking at it, it's not sincere."

Chen Jingdong really couldn't do anything about him. He turned his head to look at the person, with a stern face on purpose: "I look at it every day, and I know what you look like with my eyes closed."

It's almost Chinese New Year, and the weather is cold.The child was smoking a cigarette, looking provocative and handsome, with bright eyes that surpassed the stars in the sky.

Unable to resist, he stretched out his hands and rubbed his hair, Chen Jingdong didn't even notice the pampering: "Our little handsome guy is going to grow into a big handsome guy soon."

"Brother, have you ever dreamed about me?" Fang Kun took advantage of the situation and rubbed against his palm, like a cute cat begging for rewards: "I dreamed about you."

Chen Jingdong became dumb all of a sudden.Guilty coughed twice, firmly suppressing the ripples in his heart.About that spring dream, the dream of the woman wearing Fang Kun's face kissing him without a face, I really can't reveal a word: "No."

Fang Kun laughed twice, with a bit of weirdness: "I once dreamed that a girl was transferred from our class. She was tall and didn't like to talk. One day that girl walked in front, and the Chinese paper fell on the ground. I I called her beauty and you dropped the book. As a result, the girl turned around and scared me to death. It was actually your appearance hahaha. What’s even more frightening is that you pulled up half of your school uniform trousers, revealing a hairy leg. Ask me, who is the beauty, huh? Then I woke up in fright, Emma couldn't help but laugh to death..."

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As usual, I will go to Chen's mother's house for the Spring Festival.

On the morning of the New Year's Eve, I slept late, and after waking up, the two of them ate something casually and drove out the door.

In the past, the congested and lively roads were empty, with few cars or pedestrians. Occasionally, a bus drove fast and picked up a few dead leaves on the side of the road.

Fang Kun had just cut his hair, and the hair stylist didn't know if it was intentional. He cut the child's bangs that were originally long and parted to the sides, and cut them to the top of the eyebrows, revealing half of his fair and full forehead. He looks like a good boy. It's unbearable.

As for Chen Jingdong's hair, Fang Kun really shaved it for him.I bought clippers at home, the kind with limit combs and sideburn combs.Two months ago, Kun was still trembling for the first time, hehe, he was afraid that the shave would be damaged. Now he has practiced two or three rounds, and it seems that he is no different from the level in the store, anyway, it is only a round inch.

"Oh, handsome guy, where did you shave your hair? It's really a top-notch workmanship!" Fang Kun looked at the driver's head from various angles narcissistically, and tried to take pictures with his old mobile phone that hadn't been replaced: "I think it must be cut by a hair director for you anyway?"

"No filming." Chen Jingdong stretched out his hand to block the camera.

"Just take a picture. You still have a photo of me in your phone, so be stingy." Fang Kun quickly snapped a picture, looking back at it and smiling: "However you look at it, you look stunned, hahaha."

"I don't want to be photogenic." Chen Jingdong felt a little helpless: "You took pictures at night and watched carefully, so scared that you couldn't sleep."

"Who looks at your photos at night, you are so beautiful." Fang Kun snorted and put away his phone, his mind turned to somewhere, his face was dyed with a thin blush: "Ahem, by the way, do you want to go to you first?" Dad, where can I get a gift?"

After giving Fang Kun such a reminder, Chen Jingdong remembered what Chen Weiguo mentioned a long time ago about taking the children back for dinner.

The boxing gift was delivered in advance, but now is an opportunity.It's just that it would be too reckless to go directly without saying hello at this moment.

Looking at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.Chen Jingdong hesitated, and dialed the phone directly.

Chen Weiguo didn't talk too much nonsense, just one word, okay.

"Go to my dad's for lunch." Chen Jingdong turned on the turn signal at the previous intersection: "It just so happens that my dad said he wanted to see you."

"Ah?" Fang Kun became nervous for a moment, and asked repeatedly: "Why are you seeing me? I haven't done anything bad recently."

"Look at how brave you are." Chen Jingdong laughed: "My dad mentioned it earlier, but he forgot it all the time. He still remembers you when you were a child. Here, you just click off that mole. He said it was a mole of wealth. I think After a while, the old man asked what you said."

Fang Kun bit his lip, panicked, and reached out to grab Chen Jingdong's arm for help: "Brother, teach me how to say, or I will get off here and go to Grandma Chen's house by myself, I won't go with you." no?"

"What are you panicking?" Fang Kun moved too much, Chen Jingdong's hand holding the steering wheel was moved, and he simply grabbed the child's hand with his backhand, leaving only one hand to steer the direction: "My dad doesn't talk much, ask If you don’t, you can just make up a reason, and he won’t ask.”

"What's the reason?" The two held hands, but they didn't realize that something was wrong: "Afraid of cancer?"

"Change to another one." Chen Jingdong's cheeks twitched: "This is too ridiculous."

"Then let me say," Fang Kun bit his lower lip: "I said I had a girlfriend, and she didn't like this mole, so I ordered it, and it ended up being divided."

"Just be silly." Chen Jingdong wanted to pull out his hand as if it was burning, but Fang Kun held him, but he didn't pull it out for the first time.

The palm of the hand that held the steering wheel again was a little damp. I don't know whose sweat it was, and whose smell it was stained with.