The school bully pretends to be high-cold

"What are you doing with it?" Xiang Yu watched as Gu Chen lifted the fish out of his helmet and stuffed it back into his hood.

"To accompany Xiao Mi in Song'er's family."

Gu Chen smiled and handed the helmet to Xiang Yu, and after putting it on, Xiang Yu straddled his legs on the seat of the small e-Donkey cart.

"Meow~" Yuzai poked his head out of the hat, staring at Xiang Yu with his round dark eyes, Xiang Yu just looked at it, and the kitten shrank into the hat.

"Hey, don't move around, be careful not to fall." Gu Chen reached out and touched the inside of the hood, obviously speaking to Yuzai, after comforting the kitten, he changed direction and held Xiang Yu's hand downwards Wrist, pulled to his waist.

"You also help the tablemate."

"Yeah." Xiang Yu pursed his lips, and put his other hand up.

They didn't even have dinner. In order to take care of Jiang Wensong's grandparents, they discussed buying some ingredients to cook, and finally decided to make hot pot.

Jiang Wensong's family had ready-made vegetable condiments, so a few of them bought meatball rolls from a roadside supermarket and brought them there.

The snow on the road had not yet melted, so the three of them slowed down, a bit slower, but at least they arrived at their destination safely.

Jiang Wensong's house is in the alley to the south. The living environment is similar to Xiangyu's yard in City B, but this area is more lively than Grandma Hou's. There is a technical school across the street from the alley, and I like to come here when there is no class at night. There are many people gathered beside the barbecue fried skewers and spicy hot cart.

"Well, you guys go in first." Wang Zehao looked at these food stalls and sucked his saliva, and his stomach cried out, "I'll put some cushions here first."

Yang Shuhuan said: "What kind of mat should I put on? With this time, the hot pot will be ready."

The road in front of Jiang Wensong's house was full of potholes, and the water turned from snow hadn't been cleaned up. Gu Chen didn't want to let Xiang Yu come down, so he rode on a flat road without stagnant water. The little electric donkey twisted like a caterpillar on the flat ground.

The lights were on in the courtyard of Jiang Wensong's house, and Jiang Wensong's figure could be vaguely seen through the window. Wang Zehao yelled at the gate of the courtyard: "Song Er——"

Jiang Wensong opened the thick curtain of the main house and ran out, took the ingredients and walked in, and asked the three to park the car in front of the wall next to the toilet.

Gu Chen took out the baby fish from his hat, "Where's your Xiaomi?"

"In my room, you can just put the fish." Jiang Wensong opened the door of a side room with something in his hand. Xiao Mi, who was sitting on the desk with black flowers on a white background, heard the movement and looked towards the door.

Gu Chen put the baby fish on the desk, and the two kittens sniffed each other, not intending to fight.

"Where's your Xiao Hei?" Jiang Wensong looked at Yang Shuhuan behind him, who shrugged.

"It's too dark to find."

Gu Chen saw people gathered at the door of the side room, glanced at the number of people, "Where's Luo Zai?"

"This street is too narrow, the driver can't come in, he has to walk, just sent a message saying he is on the way." Just as Jiang Wensong finished speaking, Luo Zai's voice came from the door.

"I'm here, I'm here."

Xiang Yu looked over, saw the other party's posture stunned, and asked in a low voice, "Did you deduct points?"

Why haven't I seen you all afternoon, I'm in a wheelchair.

"No, no, no." Xu Youluo stopped the electric wheelchair and got up, "My sister asked me to bring the wheelchair to Grandma Song'er, but the road at the door was too watery, so I drove over by myself."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the wheelchair over to Jiang Wensong, "Song Er, let grandma sit here, it's convenient to move around."

"Thank you..." Jiang Wensong's eyes were red. He never expected that Xu Youluo brought his sister's wheelchair. Grandma used it alternately, "Thank you sister for me too, it was a great help."

"What's the matter?" Xu Youluo waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to thank him, and when he heard the moral index prompt in his head, the smile on his face became brighter again.

"Let's divide the work." Gu Chen suggested after seeing all the people: "I, I am at the same table, Song Er, the three of us are cooking in the kitchen, the mouse Huanhuan Luozai, you go to accompany grandpa and grandma."

After speaking, he looked at Jiang Wensong again, "Is grandma still sitting on the bed, let grandma sit in a wheelchair?"

"...Well." Jiang Wensong thought for a moment, "I've washed all the vegetables and boiled the hot pot ingredients. They are all placed on the table in the main house with the induction cooker. Just wash the meat and put it on a plate. Just cook it now." , don’t need so many people.”

"Then I'll go to the kitchen, and you go to accompany grandpa and grandma." Gu Chen continued: "At the same table, you and Song Er, as long as I'm in the kitchen."

"Okay." Xiang Yu nodded.

Jiang Wensong’s small courtyard is not like Xiang Yu’s house. Except for the appearance, the interior layout of Xiang Yu’s house is similar to that of the building. The kitchen, living room, bedroom, and bathroom are all inside the house. The conditions of Jiang Wensong’s house are obviously not as good. The main house has a smooth concrete floor. Simple, just a foldable round table and high stools equal to the number of people. There is no sofa, but there is an old-fashioned cabinet in the corner, and an old-fashioned color TV is sitting on it. A set-top box is placed on the color TV. The wall runs through the windows above the main house door to the antenna shed on the roof.

The furnishings in the room were simple but tidy, and Xiang Yu and the others didn't pay that much attention. They piled their schoolbags in the corner, sat on the stool, looked at each other and felt embarrassed, so they went to Jiang Wensong to ask if there was anything they could help.

The house where Jiang Wensong’s grandparents live is separated from the main house by only one door. There are two single beds against the wall, with a window in the middle, and the curtains are like floral cloth for making clothes in summer. At a glance, people can see that they are old people. Handcrafted, the window is facing a large wardrobe.

When several people entered, Jiang Wensong had just helped her grandma up from the bed. Grandma Jiang was sitting on the head of the bed. She lay down for a long time, and her leg was slightly swollen from the fall. Jiang Wensong gently rubbed her leg.

"You are all Wen Song's classmates." Grandma Jiang had a kind face, her gray hair was tied together behind her head, she watched a few people poking their heads at the door and said with a smile: "Wen Song told me that you are all here Thank you, grandma, for your help."

"Grandma is good." Several people said in unison.

"Hey, thank you, grandma, we should help our classmates when they are in trouble." Wang Zehao was the one who was more talkative among the few people except Gu Chen. He came in first and stood aside, and the other three followed him.

Xiang Yu noticed another open space at the end of the bed, and there was an old man wearing a velvet cap and a bib sitting in a wheelchair looking this way.

This should be Jiang Wensong's grandfather. Xiang Yu heard from Gu Chen on the road that Grandpa Jiang had a stroke, he was half paralyzed and couldn't take care of himself. I did a home visit, and Gu Chen followed me at that time.

Xiang Yu carefully looked at Grandpa Jiang. The other party noticed him and looked over with dull eyes, not sure if he was awake or confused.

[The author has something to say: Gu Chen: We are here to help.

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