Tired Bird Knows Return

When Tang Ping saw the people who came in behind Chen Yanqing, there was no displeasure on her face, and she even asked Fu Cheng to sit down after they entered the door. Chen Yanqing felt admiration from the bottom of her heart, thinking that adults are born actors .

"Go back to the room." After Tang Ping returned to the kitchen, Chen Yanqing rushed to the city and said, "I'll help my mother cook, and you stay in the room."

Fucheng remained silent, as a tacit consent. Chen Yanqing sent him to the bedroom and then went to the kitchen. Tang Ping brought a bowl of shredded pork, "Marinate it."

"Oh."

It turns out that Tang Ping taught me to add light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, cooking wine, and starch, so that every shredded meat is covered with a layer of mucus, so that the fried meat is tasty and elastic.

"When did your relationship become so good?" Tang Ping asked.

Chen Yanqing rubbed the flesh in his hands and said casually, "It's not very good."

"It's not very good. You brought him back?"

"Don't you know that he has trouble with his stepmother..." Chen Yanqing whispered, "He said he wanted to hide for a while, so I brought it back because I had no choice."

Tang Ping listened and sighed, "It's hard to be a stepmother, and it's also hard to be a child. Well, your mother and I are a cook here. I cook for this one today, and cook for that one tomorrow. Can I benefit from it?"

"The good thing about you is that you have such an excellent son like me!"

Tang Ping laughed hastily, "I didn't even know I had such a big advantage," she said, seeing the shredded meat in the bowl blackened by old soy, she clicked her tongue twice, "Why do you put so much, okay? All right, go back to your room, don't be a disservice to this gang."

Chen Yanqing pursed her lips, rinsed her hands under the faucet, went up and poked Tang Ping's waist, "You really don't want my help?"

"Let's go, or not, you come to cook?"

"Thank you, Mom."

Chen Yanqing hurried back to the room, Fu Cheng was sitting in front of his desk with his back facing him, looking like he was flipping through something, Chen Yanqing closed the door and walked over, snatched the book from his hand in the next second, and stuffed it into the pillow Underneath, and holding the arm of the chair, he turned Fucheng to himself, and said seriously, "Fucheng, let's talk about the rules."

"What rules?"

"First of all, you can't mess with my things." Chen Yanqing sat on the edge of the bed, holding onto the armrest like this, enclosing Fucheng like a fence. You need to get my permission first, can you do it?"

"No," Fucheng said, "Does Yancheng have more rules, or do you have more rules?"

"This is called the human survival code. We haven't gotten to the point where you can move my things at will."

Fu Cheng reclined in the chair, leaning his elbows on the armrest, caressing his temples with his index finger, "We're going to sleep together tonight, aren't you familiar?"

Chen Yanqing pursed her lips and shook her head, and then told him, "You are staying overnight, and I am doing charity."

"Okay, it's what you say," Fu Cheng said, pointing to his pillow, "I've read that novel, do you want to know the ending?"

"No! I'll watch it myself."

Fu Cheng put down his hands and leaned forward, "Of course you have to see the ending, you have to see how Yossarian resisted in the end, and then use those poor translations to associate, or imagine?"

Chen Yanqing blushed suddenly, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Fu Cheng stared at him for a while, then slumped back on the back of his chair and laughed, "It's okay."

Chen Yanqing's hand holding the corner of the pillow was sweating a little. Fucheng's occasional aggressiveness made his scalp tingle. Some secrets were clearly hidden in the deepest part of his body. Why did Fucheng seem to see through it at a glance?

Chen Yanqing didn't want to be exposed by his own worries, so he took out the book and threw it on the table, "Then tell me, what is the ending, I'll read it later."

Fu Cheng paused, "Look for yourself, I'm not a storyteller."

Chen Yanqing didn't give him a kick.

When Tang Ping asked them to eat, Chen Yanqing sat by the bed and read a novel, Fucheng took a nap on the table, Tang Ping knocked on the door, and Chen Yanqing kicked the chair, "It's time to eat."

"Don't eat, sleepy." Fu Cheng said.

"No, come out to eat," Tang Ping pushed the door open, poked her head in, "Come out for dinner."

Fu Cheng froze, then slowly stood up, and walked out behind Chen Yanqing.

Tang Ping cooked a lot of dishes. Chen Yanqing took a look and thought that Mr. Tang might have calmed down because of the poorness of Fucheng. The three of them sat down around the dining table.

Tang Ping served Fucheng rice, filled a bowl full, and handed it to him, "Three meals a day must be eaten well. I have never heard of the principle of not eating because I am sleepy."

"..."

Seeing that he was silent, Tang Ping glanced at him, sat down after serving the meal, and gave Chen Yanqing some meat, "I don't think he ate much of the meal I sent to Xiao Ming yesterday, does it mean he doesn't like it?"

Chen Yanqing picked up the meat and put it in his mouth, "He has a small appetite, eating a meal is like killing him."

"It's never been like this before."

"I used to eat up his leftovers before coming back. Of course you don't think so."

"That's right, hey, if you can't finish eating, you can't finish eating, what do you do with the leftovers..."

"I'm stuffed."

While speaking, Fucheng put down the bowl and chopsticks, and there was only a small mouthful of rice in the bowl. Seeing him making a gesture to get up, Tang Ping sternly said, "What do you eat and you're full? Sit back and finish the meal!"

Chen Yanqing had a bad heart and was worried that Fu Cheng would be kicked, but he didn't expect that person to sit back obediently and picked up the chopsticks again.

"Hey, the child needs to eat more meat, supplement calcium, and he can grow up." Tang Ping also picked up meat for him, then put down the chopsticks to fill a bowl of soup, and put it in Fucheng's hand, "Winter melon ribs soup, Let it dry, and drink it after eating."

The tone was very commanding, Fu Cheng listened in silence, and under Chen Yanqing's surprised gaze, he nodded after a while.

Later, Tang Ping hugged the quilt and came to make a bed on Chen Yanqing's bed, saying that one person would cover the bed so as not to catch a cold. Chen Yanqing coaxed her a few words, so Tang Ping was in a better mood. When the principal and his wife came down to find someone, they helped Fucheng find an excuse to stay overnight.

"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Tang." When Principal Fu's voice came in, Chen Yanqing looked at Fu Cheng and asked, "Are you drinking milk?"

Fu Cheng closed the comic book he found on Chen Yanqing's bookshelf an hour ago, "There is a reason why you look fat and white."

"I am fat for nothing?" Chen Yanqing chewed these words, her eyes almost popped out, "You are the only one who is fat, and your whole family is fat!"

"Is it bad to be fat?" Fu Cheng stretched out his hand to pinch his cheeks, and pushed him away, "Be fatter."

"Tsk!" Chen Yanqing knocked off his hand, "Fucheng, do you have a brain problem?!"

Fu Cheng got up suddenly, stood in front of Chen Yanqing and lifted up his coat, and then pulled off the elastic belt around his trousers waist. Chen Yanqing froze for a moment, then subconsciously turned his head away.

After a while, turning his head back, Fucheng took off his jacket and jacket, his pants hung loosely around his waist, looked at him and asked, "Do you have any towels?"

"I'll get it for you." Saying that, she hurriedly stood up and went to the closet.

A certain person was not as invincible as he appeared on the outside. Chen Yanqing woke up in the middle of the night and found that he was curled up with his arms folded. Because of the cold, he slept very restlessly.

Chen Yanqing sat up and picked up the quilt that was half at the end of the bed and half on the floor, covered him again, and lay down helplessly.

Fucheng moved around again for a while, and it didn't subside until there was warmth in the quilt. Chen Yanqing just waited like this, until he was breathing evenly, and then he slowly started to feel sleepy.

Early the next morning, Tang Ping came in to wake people up. Chen Yanqing woke up slowly, but as soon as Tang Ping came in, Fucheng sat up from the bed as if he had been shocked by an electric shock. His face was very ugly. Chen Yanqing was in a daze Awakened with a start, he couldn't tell whether he was angry for getting up or a guard of unknown origin.

"This kid, you startled me." Tang Ping stepped back, "Get up and put on clothes, the flag has to be raised today." After speaking, she took her out of the door.

Chen Yanqing worked hard to sit up, "There is a spare toothbrush at home, do you want it?"

"Yeah." Fu Cheng responded, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom.

In the morning, Fucheng didn't say a word, ate the breakfast left by Tang Ping and went to the playground to gather. The two of them, one in front of the other, pressed down to the class, stood in the last row and watched the national flag go up to the top. It wasn't until the dean began to speak that Chen Yanqing thought of looking for Yuan Ye, but he didn't even find a shadow after searching around.

"Hey, Su Rui!"

The girl standing in front of him on the left turned her head, "What are you doing?"

"Where's Yuan Ye?"

"No, old Ban just asked, aren't you two conjoined twins?"

"..." Chen Yanqing regained his expression, thinking about calling Teacher Tang for a while, when a stern reprimand came from the speaker on the rostrum, "Stand up!"

Not only Chen Yanqing, but all the students who had wandered out of their minds with sleepiness were all in good spirits. They turned their eyes to the rostrum. The person scolded by the director was very familiar to Chen Yanqing.

"Liu Cheng, Class [-], Grade [-], was absent from class for no reason, got into fights inside and outside the school, and ignored school rules and disciplines. He is now being punished for probation," the director said, moving his eyes from the person standing on the stage with dissatisfaction written all over his face. Get down on everyone, "The college entrance examination will be in June in the third year of high school, don't do these mindless things at this time..."

Chen Yanqing couldn't finish listening, so he took a step back and walked out, but Fu Cheng grabbed the back of his neck before taking two steps, "Why are you going?"

"I'm going to find Yuan Ye, let go."

"What do you want him to do?"

Chen Yanqing didn't mean to say more, and struggled twice, "Let go!"

"You quarreled with me to raise the flag, what do you mean by walking first?"

"When did I quarrel with you? You're so neurotic." As soon as the director's words 'fighting inside and outside the school' echoed in his mind, Chen Yanqing was in no mood to continue arguing with him. He released his hand, "The morning class teacher asked me to ask for a leave of absence."

Tang Ping handed him the phone, "What's the rush?"

"It's okay." Chen Yanqing said, came out of her office, and leaned against the fence in the corridor. The phone rang for nearly half a minute before being picked up. The voice of Yuan Ye's mother was asking, "Hello? Teacher Tang ?”

"Ah, auntie, I'm Yanqing."

"Oh Yanqing, Ono just said to call you, he's fine, don't worry, it's just a sprained ankle, he'll be fine after a couple of days."

"Mom, give it to me, I'll tell him." Yuan Ye's voice asking for a call came from the other end of the phone, Chen Yanqing didn't say much, and waited for the other end to rustle for a while—

"Qing'er, it's me!"

Chen Yanqing didn't care about Yuan Ye's various names, and just asked, "What's the matter with you? Did Liu Cheng bother you?"

"Mom, I want to eat fruit, wash some for me." After Yuan Ye said this, he waited for a while before saying, "That kid actually lied to me last night. The alley at the end of Wenhua Road is too dark. I was working hard, and I stepped into the ditch!"

"Yan, is it serious?"

"It's a little swollen, it's okay, I guess I can go back to school tomorrow."

"Well, just after the flag was raised, Liu Chengling was punished."

"I guessed it. Yesterday the director passed by and caught him. I beat four of them by myself. When I saw the director passing by, I stopped and didn't resist."

"You," Chen Yanqing felt a fire in his heart, "You should take a good rest and die."

Yuan Ye probably heard it, or based on his understanding of Chen Yanqing, he could tell what he was thinking from his tone, so he said, "You can't go to Liu Cheng, that guy doesn't look like a The people in the whole society are stupid, how can you do well with him?"

"Don't worry about it." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, and after sending it back to Tang Ping, he went straight to Class Three and Four.

When Fu Cheng kicked Liu Cheng away, the stool in Chen Yanqing's hand hit the open space where Liu Cheng had just stood, and slid to the corner of the wall with a few bangs, with one wooden leg making an ugly arc.

"Fuck!" Liu Cheng came to his senses, and before he could utter a single swear word, Fu Cheng kicked him in through the back door of Class [-]'s classroom.

The girl's scream was too sharp, a few teachers came out of the office at the end, and before Liu Cheng got up in the classroom, Fucheng grabbed Chen Yanqing's wrist and took him away.

On the fourth and a half floor of Building A, in the stairwell where the discarded desks were placed, Chen Yanqing was breathing heavily, and sat on the steps for a long time without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you?"

Fu Cheng stood directly opposite him, leaning against the desks stacked against the wall, waiting for Chen Yanqing to give him a reasonable explanation.

Chen Yanqing knew that he was impulsive, but he also knew that there was no way to explain it, just like yesterday when Yuan Ye tricked Liu Cheng and the others without thinking about it, he did what he wanted without thinking about the consequences.

When he didn't reply, Fucheng walked up to him and knelt down, tilted his head and tried to see his face clearly, "You beat him for me?"

No one should answer.

Fu Cheng asked again, "Did he bully you?"

Chen Yanqing still didn't say anything.

Fu Cheng stretched out his hand and pinched his chin to force him to raise his head, "I'll answer any questions you ask."

Chen Yanqing moved a little, didn't break free, just said, "No, no."

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly!"

Fu Cheng's voice made Chen Yanqing look at him in fear, his eyes met, Fu Cheng blinked several times in an instant, "No, I mean, you have to tell me, otherwise who will help you?"

Chen Yanqing was still breathing heavily, after a while, he suddenly asked him, "Why are you yelling at me!"