Jiaojiu Nuanyang

When the call came in, Chen Jingdong was in a meeting.

If you pinch an unfamiliar number without a name, you will pinch it.

As a result, within a minute, the phone vibrated again, and a text message came in.It's still the same number.

"Second Uncle, I have something to do with you, please call me back if it's convenient. Fang Kun"

Chen Jingdong didn't procrastinate on purpose. After the meeting was over, he was called by the director to give instructions for the next work. Immediately afterwards, the heads of the two companies who were waiting for him in the office surrounded him again.

By the time I remembered Fang Kun's call, it was already two hours later, almost 12:30 noon.

It was a girl who answered the phone.

"Hello, I'm looking for Fang Kun." Listening to the noise on the phone, Chen Jingdong guessed it was a big recess at noon.

"Fang Kun'er, just wait." The girl spoke in a low voice, whimpering.

The sound of footsteps, and the sound of the wind blowing the phone.Immediately afterwards, the girl shouted into the distance, Fang Kun, you are waiting for the call!

After a full 2 ​​minutes, Fang Kun's panting voice came from the phone: "Hello."

"Sorry, I was in a meeting when you called, but I forgot when I got busy." Chen Jingdong apologized: "Have you had lunch yet?"

The boy grinned: "I've eaten, I just played basketball with my classmates on the playground."

Chen Jingdong could almost imagine the appearance of the boy rolling up his sleeves to snatch the ball with sweat on his forehead, so he couldn't help but curled his mouth: "What do you want from me?"

"Well," the phone was a little quieter, and it should be somewhere in the corridor where there are fewer people: "I want to ask you to do me a favor. I don't know if it's convenient for you."

Chen Jingdong snorted, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and rolled it flexibly between his fingers: "Have a parent-teacher meeting?"

Fang Kun snorted loudly, expressing his disdain: "Who is so naive, besides, you are too young to pretend to be my father."

"Tell me, what's the matter." Such an old son.While Chen Jingdong was amused, he made calculations unintentionally, and was startled.Fang Wei was two grades higher than Chen Jingxi when he was in school, so he should be 32 years old this year.But Fang Kun is fourteen, no, fifteen.

I still heard from my mother about Fang Wei's door opening in R City. Although it wasn't in the past two years, it certainly wouldn't be that long ago anyway.

"I want to see my grandpa and grandma." Fang Kun sniffed, but his voice was not too loud: "My aunt sent them to the nursing home very far away. It took nearly two hours by bus, and I had to take a black car to get down."

I can't tell what it feels like.Chen Jingdong agreed without thinking: "Okay, no problem, I'll take you there by car. Today is Wednesday, Saturday?"

"Okay!" The boy's voice immediately became happy: "Where do you live? I'll find you early on Saturday morning."

"I'll pick you up." My heart was soft and a little sour.Chen Jingdong stopped and stood by the flower bed at the entrance of the cafeteria.The sun is warm on the body, there is no wind, and it is as comfortable as Xiao Yangchun: "Do you know the name of the nursing home? Can I wait for you at the gate of the community at eight o'clock?"

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Chen Jingdong just parked the car, and before turning off the engine, he watched Fang Kun running towards him as if springs were installed under his feet.

Teenagers today can be described as completely new.

The short hair is neat and clean, the small face is clean, and the eyebrows and eyes are more vivid and the facial features are vivid.His pupils are particularly dark, and the whites of his eyes are clear and slightly blue. When looking at people, he gives people an extremely focused feeling.

"Hi!" Fang Kun stood in front of him, grinning: "Here, here it is for you."

Chen Jingdong looked down, there were two steaming buns and a pack of soy milk: "For me?"

"Well," Fang Kun nodded, "I'm sorry if you can't sleep late on weekends, I guess you must not have time to eat breakfast. The delicious steamed stuffed bun shop at the intersection has big meat fillings, which are very delicious. I can eat four in one meal!"

"If you can eat four, give it to the two of us. Who are you looking down on?" Chen Jingdong felt warm in his heart, thinking about the sliced ​​bread he stuffed into his mouth before going out, it became more and more tasteless.

"Hey." The young man scratched his hair and smiled flatteringly: "I'm a half-baby. You're already 27, so you can't eat that much. If you really can't, I owe you first."

Piu!Chen Jingdong felt that he was suspected of being hit by an arrow in his knee.Reaching out to take the buns: "Okay, you owe it first, next time I will supply the two buns I'm missing today, are you listening?"

Fang Kun put the backpack he was carrying on the back seat, sat in the co-driver like a nimble little monkey, and put his hand on the seat belt: "Let's go! How are we doing today? Are you handsome?"

"Handsome." Chen Jingdong followed into the car and praised him sincerely: "Extremely handsome."

The teenager wore the black jacket from last time, and washed jeans on his legs.The sneakers have also been cleaned. Although they are a bit old, they look much neater.The only thing that is not harmonious is the backpack.

Chen Jingdong knew at a glance that the bag must belong to Fang Li.Bright rose red sports style, with a plush ball hanging on the zipper.

"Of course." Fang Kun is still a teenager after all, so he can't hold back when he is praised: "Everyone says so. Many girls in our class say I am handsome."

"Really?" Chen Jingdong ate buns while driving, in a happy mood: "What's the matter? I received many love letters from girls? By the way, the person who asked you to answer the phone that day was also one of them?"

"Don't talk nonsense," Fang Kun blushed slightly: "That's Zheng Shunshun, our squad leader, she just borrowed my phone to call you. She is very enthusiastic. How can people think of me."

"Is there something wrong?" Chen Jingdong only took one look, and knew that this kid must have a big heart: "The goddess you have a crush on?"

"Brother, can you stop talking nonsense and concentrate on eating buns?" The young man was full of anger, his eyes were shining brightly, and his spirit was particularly high.

"I'd have forgotten if you didn't tell me," Chen Jingdong pretended to frown, "Why don't you even call him second uncle? It doesn't matter whether you are big or small. Who is your big brother, huh?"

"Really, I don't think you are an elder at all. I always feel that you are similar to my friend. Doesn't calling you old?" Fang Kun actually explained in a serious way: "You see, you are so handsome and young. , at most it would be more appropriate to call you Brother. When we are not in front of Grandma Chen, I will call you Big Brother, okay?"

friend.Chen Jingdong chewed on these two words, resisting the urge to laugh: "The brat is quite good at flattering."

"I'm telling the truth." Fang Kun was very proud: "But having said that, I think it will hit you quite hard. In our school, don't chase too many girls. Did you have one when you were in junior high school?"

"No." With a smile on the corner of Chen Jingdong's mouth, he stepped on the brakes and stopped slowly while watching the flashing yellow light: "How can I be as popular as Brother Kun?"

The young man chuckled and scratched his hair: "It's average, the third in the country. Hey, stop, don't lecture me, you have a history of puppy love, and you have no confidence in what you say."

"When am I going to preach?" Chen Jingdong's reaction to him was amused: "I just want to say that there is no queue at your favorite steamed stuffed bun shop right now, and if you are not full, you can go buy it now. I'll wait for you."

Fang Kun turned his head to look at him, then bent over and poked his neck to look at Xiangxiang: "I have no money. Well, brother, don't be angry, in fact, I bought you buns in the morning, and I only have ten yuan left [-] yuan for two buns, [-] yuan for a bag of soy milk. I ran out of money to buy things for my grandpa and grandma last night.”

Chen Jingdong was startled, the red light in front of him turned green, he simply jumped to the side of the car: "How much pocket money does your aunt give you every month? Or does your father give you living expenses? You only have ten yuan left... ...you haven't had breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry." Fang Kun was a little embarrassed, his eyes dodged: "When I went out, I ate a bowl of hot rice cooked by my aunt."

Chen Jingdong gave him 100 yuan, and raised his chin towards the bun shop: "Go, buy me two more buns. You can buy whatever you want, as much as you want." Seeing the child trying to defend himself, Chen Jingdong stopped him with one sentence: " We won’t go today if we’re not full.”

As soon as the trump card was played, Fang Kun obediently took the money to buy buns.

A little sour.Chen Jingdong thought for a while, and dialed Chen's mother: "Mom, I'll go home for dinner tonight...well, I'll take Xiaokun to see his grandparents...yes, I'll take him back for dinner and steam a little cock for him." Bu. Mom, do you know that Fang Wei pays Xiaokun's living expenses every month?... 100 yuan? What can 100 yuan do?"

Chen Jingdong remembered it clearly.When they were chatting, the director said with a little helplessness that children nowadays have a lot of expenses, and it is basically because they have a shredder at home.The son of the director's family has a monthly allowance of 1000 yuan, not including things like going out to play, buying snacks, and buying extracurricular books.

"Let's not talk about it, Xiaokun is back." Chen Jingdong said lightly, "I see."

"Brother," the young man trotting all the way blushed, got into the passenger seat and hurriedly handed over two buns: "Here, there are only two big meat buns left. Fortunately, I ran fast, and the uncle behind didn't buy any of them." on."

"What about yours?" Chen Jingdong glanced at Fang Kun.He also has two steamed buns and a cup of soy milk.

"For fans, I like spicy food." The boy said while buckling up his seat belt, "Actually, I'm not hungry after eating a big bowl of hot rice, but I bought it just to eat with you."

Chen Jingdong didn't expose his clumsy lies: "Change. I want to eat fans."

The warm winter sun shines in through the car window, bright without a trace of haze.

Chen Jingdong ate a steamed bun, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young man devouring the two meaty steamed stuffed buns, so he handed over the remaining fan bun: "I can't eat any more, you can eat it."

Fang Kun watched him neither speak nor accept the buns.

"What's the matter, do you dislike my leftovers?" Chen Jingdong deliberately teased him: "Anyway, let people call you big brother. Whether it's uncle or brother, I'm going to cover you up, right? One person eats three, I think it's fair."

Fang Kun reached out to take the bun, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, you are so kind to me."