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Jiang Jing ran all the way home, panting from exhaustion.

He fell down on the sofa, squinting at the bright and dazzling light stick above his head, and couldn't figure out why he had to run away.

At worst, just tell a lie. Is it necessary to be so flustered?

Jiang Jing raised an arm to rest on his eyes, the white light disappeared, and his vision suddenly became blurred.

He thought of Ji Shurong's always smiling face, as if he didn't know when, every time he was in trouble, Ji Shurong would show up, and then help him and care about him unconditionally.

It can be said that since his mother passed away, no one has treated him so well.Maybe these good things are just a matter of effort for Ji Shurong, but for Jiang Jing, it is already rare.

In front of Ji Shurong, his fragility seemed to be magnified a thousand times.Originally, no matter how painful the injury was, he could bear it by himself, but once Ji Shurong asked, those wounds would flare up together, and the pain would intensify.

Young people have a good face and like to be brave, Jiang Jing doesn't want to show too many wounds of himself to others, especially Ji Shurong.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, Jiang Jing came back to his senses, barely propped up half of his body and fumbled it out, opened it and saw that it was a bank card notification.

It was much more than the previous few months. It is estimated that Jiang Zheng felt sorry for his son and wanted to make up for him.

Jiang Jing has always spent a lot of money. Last month, he spent half of it on shoes alone. He also paid the rent and went to various places to eat, drink and have fun. He spent so little money that he almost couldn't afford to pay for glass.The 50 yuan he bought for orange blossoms yesterday was the change in the bottom of his box.

But even if he had fallen to the point where he was about to drink the northwest wind, Jiang Jing refused to bow his head to ask Jiang Zheng for money.

Every month before, Jiang Zheng took the initiative to send money to his card, so Jiang Jing was naturally flustered.Now when he looked at the series of numbers with a large amount, he suddenly felt a little repulsed.

Jiang Zheng's phone number has been blocked by him, and WeChat has also been blocked. He also received a few calls from He Yan's mobile number today. Jiang Jing could tell at a glance that he didn't answer any of them.

That slap was undoubtedly a gully, and it made the father-son relationship between him and Jiang Zheng even more precarious.

But the tempers of the father and son are still carved out of the same mold, and neither of them is willing to bow their heads first.

Jiang Jing thought about it, and deleted the text message without hesitation, and decided not to accept money from Jiang Zheng in the future.

He is already an adult, so he will go to part-time job at worst, and some ways to support himself.

Jiang Jing's mind became hot, he immediately opened a certain software, looked through the job advertisements on it, and found that none of them were suitable for him.He turned off the software depressedly, thinking that he really didn't want to drink the northwest wind.

The money on hand is enough for him to eat a few meals of instant noodles, so it's not too late to think about it tomorrow.

Jiang Jing put this matter behind him for the time being, got up from the sofa, twisted off the ointment he just bought, squeezed some out and applied it on his face.The wounds from his fight hadn't healed yet. On his forehead, on the corners of his mouth, and behind his ears, Jiang Jing painted it all over.Applying ointment is like applying a mask.

He was not in the mood to take a shower, so he shuffled into the bedroom and fell on the bed without turning on the light.

He thought, if he really couldn't find a suitable job, he would ask Yang Xiao to see if there was any shortage of waiters in the bar.

In the future, going to bars may not be for drinking, but for part-time work.This idea inexplicably pleased Jiang Jing, he turned over, turned on his phone and planned to contact Yang Xiao, but belatedly discovered...he didn't have Yang Xiao's contact information.

Jiang Jing hesitated for a moment, and clicked on Ji Shurong's chat box.

He was obviously excited just now, but now he suddenly couldn't do it anymore.

It was too embarrassing to run in front of the bar just now, would it be a bit embarrassing to find someone now?

Jiang Jing glanced at the time, it was almost 11:30, and the time was not quite right, what if he was already asleep?

He hesitated for a while, and finally put down the phone.

Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow.

At noon the next day, Ji Shurong, who was doing nothing, received a message from Jiang Jing.

Jiang Jing: Are you at the bar?

Ji Shurong: Yes, what's the matter?

Jiang Jing thought about it, typed a line and sent it: I would like to trouble you to ask Yang Xiao if there is any shortage of waiters in the bar.

Ji Shurong raised his eyebrows in surprise, turned his head to look at Yang Xiao who was holding his mobile phone and screaming, and looked away again.

Ji Shurong: He's busy, I'll ask you later.

Jiang Jing: Good.

I thought the conversation was over, but Ji Shurong sent another message.

Ji Shurong: May I ask, are you going to be a waiter?

Jiang Jing lay on the bed, leaned close to the screen and looked at it, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that "presumptuous" didn't seem to mean it on the surface.

He replied: It's me, I just want to make some money by myself.

Then another post: What's wrong?

Ji Shurong on the other end put his nose to his nose and smiled, and typed on the screen: It's nothing, it's just a little unexpected, I didn't expect you to want to be a waiter with your personality.

The children are cute and cute, but when they fight, they are unambiguous.Bar attendants often have to look at the faces of customers. If they are unlucky, they may even get beaten up.

Ji Shurong thought about the scene, and thought that even if Jiang Jing really got into a fight, wouldn't he still be there.

The phone vibrated again, and Jiang Jing sent him an emoji, which was an angry panda.

Ji Shurong couldn't help laughing, and silently clicked the collection.

Yang Xiao, who was screaming beside him for a long time, grabbed his arm violently, held up his mobile phone and shouted excitedly: "Old Ji! I've got it! I've got a [-]% discount coupon for a meal for four at a hotpot restaurant!! Hurry up, hurry up!" Call the surname Lu and ask him to come over for dinner."

Ji Shurong was shaken so that his phone almost fell to the ground, and said helplessly, "Okay, calm down, I'll call him."

Yang Xiao grinned happily for a long time, and suddenly thought: "Hey, wait a minute, there are only three of us, and there is still one meal short for four."

A new hot pot restaurant opened nearby. On the first day of opening, there were a bunch of promotional activities that lost money. Yang Xiao waited for a long time with his mobile phone to grab such a coupon, so he couldn't waste it no matter what.He took out his mobile phone and planned to find a friend who was a little more familiar, and asked casually, "Yes, I've been meaning to ask you, is that guy Xu Shao back, and I haven't heard from him for a long time."

"He's still abroad, and he'll probably come back in a while," Ji Shurong said.

"Tsk, what a coincidence, I'll treat him to dinner when he comes back."

Yang Fan quickly swipe the screen of his mobile phone, and after a while he found the bottom, he complained: "Oh, I haven't contacted my friends for many years, and it's embarrassing to ask someone to eat suddenly, why don't you look for them? Don't have any close friends?"

familiar friends...

Ji Shurong didn't even press the phone, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said, "You don't need to look for it."

"Ah?" Yang Xiao looked at him in bewilderment.

Ji Shurong unhurriedly took out a cigarette and lit it. His smooth and clear jawline was covered by the smoke. It took him a few seconds before he said, "I have a friend, we all know each other very well."