Tired Bird Knows Return

"Um, there's still a little left, what do you want?"

Fucheng raised his head, and used his tongue to send the chewed toffee out of his mouth. Chen Yanqing's eyelids trembled. He was originally annoyed, but this would drive him a little crazy. "You have to ask me before you eat it. Is it an ordinary white rabbit toffee, do you think?"

"Ah?" Fucheng took the toffee back, and said honestly, "I don't have anything special to eat."

"..." Chen Yanqing was full of words to educate him, and finally opened his mouth without saying anything, and sat down on the other side of the sofa, watching the TV screen sullenly.

It took about three or four advertisements for Fucheng to turn his attention to him, "How old are you still protecting food like this?"

"What do you know," Chen Yanqing muttered, "I didn't eat any of the candy Duan Xiaoming gave, but you are lucky..."

Fucheng didn't hear it clearly, and moved towards him with his long legs propped up, until there was only one person's distance in the middle, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Chen Yanqing looked directly at the past, "When are you going back?"

"Where are you going back?"

Chen Yanqing pointed to the ceiling, "Upstairs."

"Can't I sleep at your house today?" Fucheng was so close to him when he said this, that Chen Yanqing smelled the faint milky fragrance, then stood up suddenly, and walked into the bedroom feeling very absurd, "Open What a joke, my family can't accommodate one more person, please do me a favor and go home quickly."

Fu Cheng watched him go back to the room, the door was heavily closed, and a gap was opened after a while, Chen Yanqing poked out his eyes, "Come back, my mother is downstairs."

Fucheng lay on the back of the sofa with great interest, "Why do I hide from Teacher Tang? We didn't have an affair."

There were a few black lines on Chen Yanqing's head. He wasn't afraid of anything else, it was just that Liang Yue came home to scold him that day. If Tang Ping saw the 'culprit', she would reply back. Chen Yanqing knew Teacher Tang's personality well. , but he still can't figure out Fucheng, just like he said "we are not familiar with each other" himself, but today he can come to the house for a meal naturally, maybe he will quarrel with Mr. Tang just like he did with Liang Yue. Mouth, just thinking about it, Chen Yanqing felt that something was wrong, very wrong.

Coming out of the bedroom, Chen Yanqing pulled Fu Cheng's wrist, and dragged him out.

Fucheng procrastinated, limp and boneless, he pushed him to the door, leaning on the door frame, "Then when can I come to your house to spend the night?"

"Are we familiar?" Chen Yanqing sent back the original words.

Fu Cheng didn't know what he was thinking, just looked at him like this, and didn't say anything for a while.

"What are you two doing at the door?"

When Tang Ping's voice came, she had already reached the turning point on the eighth floor. She looked up at the two children, "Yanqing, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Before Tang Ping came up, Chen Yanqing glared at Fu Cheng, "Let's go?"

"Let's go, let's go." Fucheng laughed inexplicably, and when he turned around, he nodded to Tang Ping, and then went upstairs step by step.

Tang Ping walked to the door, panting slightly, and heard the upstairs door open and close, followed Chen Yanqing into the door, and said while changing shoes, "That kid is not in my class, if he is, I will definitely give him a hand." Get rid of this bad habit, skipping classes all the time, how can you look like a high school student?"

Chen Yanqing walked in without turning his head, "You can't say for sure, if you bring him Chinese in Gao Er, you must make it difficult for him."

Tang Ping snorted at him, "I think you two had a good chat just now."

"Tactical exchange," Chen Yanqing entered the bedroom, and said to her when he turned around to close the door, "Mom, I'll deliver food to Duan Xiaoming tomorrow, so you go shopping early, he doesn't eat pork, buy some beef."

"I know, eh, Xiao Ming is back at school?"

Chen Yanqing hummed, and then listened to Tang Ping's tireless words of yes, and said, "If I had a daughter in the first place, I would be so virtuous."

Tang Ping likes Duan Xiaoming very much. A composition in junior high school was published in five newspapers, and later it was included in the youth magazine. In the second year, it became the composition model for junior high schools in the whole province. She always thought that if the child was written in ancient times, he would either He is an outstanding talent among the people, or he is the number one scholar among thousands. Of course, she is willing to cook a meal for this child, but she prefers that Chen Yanqing should be influenced by others more.

Duan Xiaoming was waiting for him.

When Chen Yanqing arrived at the back door of Class Three (3), Duan Xiaoming was sitting alone in the classroom, with his back facing him, his shoulder blades supporting his school uniform, and drawing the outline of a butterfly. Chen Yanqing was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked on the door, " Which boy is this so good?"

Duan Xiaoming first smiled, then turned around, "Come here quickly."

Chen Yanqing strode towards him, sat down on the seat in front of him, opened the thermos, and placed boxes of dishes in front of him, "Hey, Shanghai Qing, stewed chicken with potatoes, stewed beef in sauce, and so on. There's a loving, poached egg."

"You did it all?"

"No, not all, I fried the eggs."

Duan Xiaoming laughed again, took the spoon and cut a small piece of poached egg white and fed it into his mouth, then Chen Yanqing took a bottle of milk from his pocket, tore off the plastic film and inserted the straw in before handing it to him.

"The service is very considerate, Xiao Chen."

"That's right, Young Master Xiaoming just give orders!"

Duan Xiaoming shook his head helplessly, then put down the milk and stroked his hair. Not long after the meal, people came back from the classroom, and a few girls rushed in. They were surprised at first, and said, "Primary school brother, what are you doing?" Take care of your seniors from time to time?"

Chen Yanqing listened, and looked at Duan Xiaoming in embarrassment for help, Duan Xiaoming prevaricated by asking for milk tea in the afternoon, just about to continue eating, a few more people came in, still rushed in excitedly, mouth Said, "Liu Cheng got into a fight!"

"A fight?" The senior sister who had just teased Chen Yanqing asked, "Where are you? Why did you start a fight?"

"Behind," the man pointed to the window on her left, "it's still there. I heard it's the son of the new principal, and it's not a fight. He's just being beaten."

Chen Yanqing had already rushed to the window when she mentioned the principal's son. Fucheng was on the small basketball court not far downstairs, and on the other side of the court was the building of the Academic Affairs Office. At this time, a group of people gathered in the center of the court, Looking from the window on the third floor, Fucheng was being blocked by several boys. In front of him was Liu Cheng who had just been lifted from the ground.

"Yanqing," Chen Yanqing reacted when Duan Xiaoming's voice reached his ears, and said, "I'll go down and have a look, you eat first, I'll come find you later."

Duan Xiaoming responded, but did not leave the window for a long time.

As soon as Chen Yanqing went downstairs to the stadium, he saw the teaching director hurried over with Principal Fu. Chen Yanqing slowed down, and the crowd was dispersed by the teaching director. After a while, only two troublemakers and standing Chen Yanqing at the entrance of the stadium.

After the dean took Liu Cheng away, Chen Yanqing didn't go there again.

But he could hear Principal Fu's voice, he heard Principal Fu asking Fu Cheng: "Do you want to go back to Hong Kong?"

Fucheng didn't reply.

Principal Fu asked again, "What can you do if you go back? Do you think Xia Ling is willing to continue to support you?"

"Why can't she?" Fu Cheng said.

"Do you still have brains? If she is willing, will she ask me to bring you back?" Fu Minghan gritted his molars, and pointed at him with a finger that seemed to hate iron and steel, "Fucheng, I I really don't know how you became what you are now, do you know how much you look like a little bastard now? Fighting, skipping class, kicking the nose and face at Liang Yue, all this was taught by your mother?"

"Don't mention my mother, what qualifications do you have?" Fucheng said, "You don't really care about fights and skipping classes. What you care about is how I treat Liang Yue. Everyone stop being hypocritical, okay?"

Snapped!

Chen Yanqing's eyes widened for a moment, the slap was so loud that Chen Yanqing even heard the gasping of the girls at the upstairs window behind him.

Principal Fu withdrew his hand and left. Fu Cheng stood where he was, facing Chen Yanqing sideways, lowered his head, and pressed the corner of his mouth with his hand.

Seeing Fucheng move, Chen Yanqing subconsciously wanted to run, took a step back, and was stopped before turning around.

Fu Cheng picked up the school uniform that had been trampled on the ground and walked over. When passing by Chen Yanqing, he stuffed the school uniform into his hands, and walked away without saying anything.

"Yanqing?"

While Chen Yanqing was holding his school uniform in a daze, Duan Xiaoming called him from the upstairs window and said, "Wait for me at the stairs."

Chen Yanqing held a very small canvas bag in his hand, and saw Fucheng under the shed of the canteen in the west, walked over, skipped him and entered the canteen, after a while, came out with a bottle of mineral water, and sat beside him Then he said, "Calm down."

Fu Cheng took the bottle of water, rinsed his mouth first, and drank more than half of it after spitting it out. When he took the bottle away from his mouth, he looked at him——

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Can you talk well?" Chen Yanqing said, "If you don't want your face to be swollen tomorrow, you'd better apply the medicine obediently."

"It's the anti-swelling patch." Before Fucheng could say anything, he walked around the table to him, took out a medicine patch from his bag, tore it open and then leaned down again. Just as his fingertips touched Fucheng's face, Fucheng Stretching his neck back, Chen Yanqing pressed his head quickly with his eyes and hands, and said, "The low temperature reduces the swelling, it may be a little cold, bear with it."

Fucheng didn't move any more, but looked at Chen Yanqing, "You are the fastest to come to these things, why, did you put radar on me?"

It's too close, the wound on the corner of Fucheng's mouth, the brown mole on the lower eyelid of his left eye, and himself in his pupils are too clear. Chen Yanqing met his eyes like this, and for a while, his eyes couldn't help drifting, "Who gave me this?" You Andetra? Who is to blame for your own troubles in the city?"

"..."

"Okay." After quickly putting on the anti-swelling stickers, Chen Yanqing straightened up, "Is it ice?"

Fucheng also sat upright, touched it with his hand, "A little bit," then glanced at him, "Thanks."

"It's okay." Chen Yanqing zipped up the canvas bag and handed it to Fucheng. "There are still four stickers, you put one sticker a day."

Fu Cheng took it and said thank you again, Chen Yanqing smiled, "You still know how to say thank you?"

"...what do you think of me?"

"A rebellious boy," Chen Yanqing said, "School bully? Otherwise, what do you think is more suitable for you?"

For a while, Fucheng couldn't think of a better way to describe himself, so he nodded, "It's fine, it doesn't matter."