Jiaojiu Nuanyang

Finally sat in the car, reversed from the parking space, and then drove onto the main road.Chen Jingdong didn't say a word.

The teenager sitting in the passenger seat had already peeked at him several times, because he couldn't see the other person's expression, and felt even more disturbed.

"Did our head teacher file a complaint with you, saying that I beat someone? And write a self-criticism? It can't be less than a thousand words?"

"You know why you are asking me?" Chen Jingdong easily blocked it.

"Brother, don't listen to her nonsense, let me explain to you. In fact, I beat that kid for a reason, he scolded my mother." Fang Kun curled his lips: "The mouth is not clean, he deserves the beating."

"Didn't you scold him too?" Chen Jingdong turned on the turn signal, and said in a deep voice, "Beating and scolding, didn't the kid's sister come to fight, and you plan to beat him to death?"

Fang Kun's eyes were red with grievance: "What are you trying to fight? That crazy woman scratched me when she came up, look at me!" The young man leaned closer and pointed at the bright red scratch marks on his face: "It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes. The woman scratched. I can never hit a woman."

"It's quite principled." Chen Jingdong looked at the road conditions: "Your teacher's opinion, review at the class meeting, and apologize."

"I don't apologize!" The young man was angry, his voice was a bit shrill: "Why do you apologize?! You can't scold my mother! I will beat anyone who scolds my mother! I won't even apologize for firing!"

The car was a little quiet and scary for a while, but Fang Kun was breathing heavily because of his anger.

"He scolded me for being born without a mother!" The young man gritted his molars stubbornly, his eye circles were red and he refused to let the tears fall, repeating the words of Che Jilu: "No one can scold my mother. No matter how bad my mother is, she is still my mother."

Even if he suffers from secondary illness, Chen Jingdong can somewhat understand the boy's stubbornness.Admiration is in nature.

"Okay, okay, Brother Kun is an upright man, I haven't said anything yet, just look at you," Chen Jingdong turned on the car radio, turned down the volume, so that the background was no longer so quiet, and eased the tension Atmosphere: "Of course I'm on your side, but boy, after all, you broke the nose bone of other children."

With Chen Jingdong's coaxing, Fang Kun's grievance suddenly fermented.The tears that I could hold back just now burst out, and I scrambled to run out.The shy boy quickly turned his head and looked out the window, and wiped it with his hands in embarrassment, but it wiped more and more.

Chen Jingdong stretched out his hand and handed over two pieces of tissue paper, wanting to laugh in a rather unkind way.

Hey, I haven't seen this child cry yet.For the first time ever.

Thinking of the self-proclaimed little handsome boy, when he cried, his little face was as ugly as a monkey, it was almost impossible to see.Now in comparison, Xiao Fangkun actually looks pretty when he cries, with the corners of his mouth curled down slightly, and because of his stubbornness, he pursed into a straight line.Hey, pure natural without decoration, just like the kid named Dabing in the dormitory when he was in the recruit company back then. Love to make him cry.

"Brother," Tearbag, who was being secretly slandered, said, with a slightly unrecognizable nasal voice: "You lend me some money, and I will pay him for his medical expenses, but I will not apologize."

"Okay." Chen Jingdong sat up straight, as if this would make him more of an adult, and he had no bad intentions to make fun of the other party: "I'll go with you."

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At the end of November, trouble came.

The school's disciplinary opinion on Fang Kun's beating of his classmates was posted on the bulletin board. Those written in black and white should be dealt with seriously, with warnings and demerits, and an apology for compensation.

Chen Jingdong was very angry when he found out.He is the kind of person who is particularly protective of the calf. No matter what mistakes he made in the soldiers he led back then, it was his own business to beat and scold behind closed doors, and he would not do it if others wanted to point a finger.

During the conversation, the head teacher also ordered him.The child who was beaten was the child of the school teacher, and the other party was dissatisfied if this matter was not handled well. Fang Kun could not live in Eighteenth Middle School.

Chen Jingdong didn't bother to negotiate with the school, so he went directly to a friend from the Education Bureau, made a phone call to No. [-] Middle School, and abruptly withdrew the disciplinary record that might be put in the file.

Then, he called his brother Chen Jingxi and learned that the relationship with Zhenxing had been cleared up, so he immediately talked to Fang Li about it without hesitation.

Fang Li was so grateful that she pointed at Fang Kun and scolded her.

"You, Uncle Chen, have helped you a lot. There are so many people who can't get in that school. Xiaokun, why don't you know how to be grateful? Besides, I just don't like Eighteenth Middle School. Their teachers are so defensive, so why don't we stay here?" Read it there."

Uncle Chen's mouth twitched, and he looked at the child who was being scolded and said nothing, with his head drooping, and he felt a little distressed: "Okay, Fang Li, I'll just tell you. Xiaokun, let's go to your grandma Chen's house for dinner." Go, eat and talk."

Fang Li shoved Fang Kun, turned to Chen Jingdong and smiled again, but this time she was cautious: "Jingdong, I heard that Zhenxing Middle School is good, it is privately run, and the tuition is very expensive. My family's situation..."

"Don't worry." Chen Jingdong lied without blinking: "The principal owes my brother a big favor, and the junior high school tuition is exempted. As for entering the high school, it depends on Xiaokun's own ability. Good grades not only free tuition, And scholarships."

Fang Li was so happy that she didn't know what to say, she kept repeating: "Jingdong, you have helped our family a lot, and Xiaokun will definitely be filial to you when he grows up."

It was too embarrassing to listen to.Chen Jingdong winked at Fang Kun, and the two went downstairs together.

"Brother," Fang Kun was a little annoyed, but his tone had softened: "I don't want to transfer schools."

"Reluctant to be the squad leader?" Chen Jingdong stretched out his foot and kicked the boy's heels, as if playing with his comrades.

"No." Saying no, the young man still blushed and tried to calm down: "I'm afraid of embarrassing you. I know that Zhenxing brand hard teaching is good, and a fighter like me who learns scum, people don't even take a look at it .”

"Then study hard and don't embarrass me." Chen Jingdong's voice was not loud, but he was very firm: "Fang Kun, you told me at that time, 'Uncle, are you short of soldiers? I am not afraid of hardship, I can do anything', that kind of energy Where did it go?"

At a loss for words, the boy rolled his eyes.

Patting the shoulder of the boy who was much shorter than himself, Chen Jingdong made a decision: "I will help you go through the formalities and go to class next week. Fang Kun, don't be a deserter. If you like the class leader, you should study hard. Take Put on a show, and you will have confidence in chasing girls."

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Fang Kun carried his schoolbag halfway and entered Class [-] and [-] of Zhenxing Middle School. The school had just finished the mid-term exam, and the list was posted on the bulletin board at the stairs on the third floor.

There are a total of ten classes in the second year of junior high school, each class has nearly fifty children, and the big list is densely packed from top to bottom. Patients with intensive phobia may go crazy after reading it.

Chen Jingxi had greeted the principal in advance, so Chen Jingdong took half a day off on Monday to bring Fang Kun to school, and the class teacher received them very politely.

Out of some kind of philistine heart, Chen Jingdong put on the uniform of the army when he went out in the morning.A bar of three stars lined the pine green epaulettes, and the well-fitting army winter uniform was upright, outlining the man's tall and slender figure.

"Brother, you are so handsome." Fang Kun looked up at Chen Jingdong enviously: "You look very manly in military uniform, cooler than the actors in the recruitment advertisements on TV."

Made him laugh at the childish words.Chen Jingdong looked around. get out of class was not over, and there was no one in the corridor.

"When you grow taller, you should exercise stronger. How about I borrow you to wear it for a photo?"

"Tch, who cares." Fang Kun snorted inappropriately, and regretted it in a few seconds. The arrogant mockup acted duplicity: "Forget it, I'll give you face and try to make it difficult for you to wear it."

"Small sample." Chen Jingdong stretched out his hand and flicked his head.

Under the glaring gaze of the child, Chen Jingdong restrained his relaxed smile, stared at Fang Kun seriously and told: "Go to the class first and study hard. Your class teacher, Teacher Huang, is a good teacher and has a sense of responsibility. You can just study hard. Don’t be afraid. For those classes that are left behind, during this period and the next winter vacation, I will hire experienced teachers to help you make up classes at Grandma Chen’s side. Just work a little harder and catch up. gone."

"Brother," Fang Kun swallowed. After all, children are still a little timid: "I am not afraid of hardship." Before Chen Jingdong could wait for the praise, the second half of the sentence came out: "I am afraid of reading. I read English and Chinese now." The texts make me feel sleepy..."

With a heavy slap on the back of the boy's head, Chen Jingdong casually made a promise: "I'll be with you every day while you're in a hurry. You make up your lessons, and I'll read on the sidelines."

The boy's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand: "It's a deal!"

The man smiled and slapped his palm: "It's a deal."

Chen Jingdong didn't have the nerve to say that he didn't like reading either.Whether it is textbooks or extracurricular books in school, or leisure readings, or those with ups and downs and plots.He looked sleepy too.

Before going down the stairs at the end of the corridor, Chen Jingdong looked back anxiously.

With a backpack in his hand, Fang Kun leaned against the wall with his head down, his left foot toes crossed, and tapped lightly on the ground.For today's transfer, he specially wore a clean and tidy "good clothes", navy blue quilted jacket and sweatpants.The schoolbag in his hand was just given by Chen Jingxi. FILA is new this year. It has a carbon black base and is decorated with the brand's classic red and white strips. The long red is the most eye-catching in the entire corridor. exist.

The thin and small boy stood alone at the door of the classroom, quietly waiting for the bell to ring for class two and six in junior high school a few minutes later.

I don't know why, but the scene in front of me overlapped with the scene that happened not long ago in Eighteenth Middle School.

It's just that that was the past, and now it's a new life.