Rebirth of the ugly girl

Chapter 64

When Shen Ting returned to the class, it happened that the bell rang for the morning reading class. Jian Jiayang was not in her seat, and she didn't know where she went.

Recently, the school checked the morning reading class very strictly, so Shen Ting had to let go of the anxiety in her heart and picked up the book.

Jian Jiayang didn't return to class until the morning class was over. Shen Ting couldn't rush to ask Yang Hua, thinking that Jian Jiayang would come in the afternoon if he didn't come in the morning. He didn't know her address, so he would definitely come to ask her.

Thinking of this, Shen Ting let go of her heart.

In the afternoon, most of the class was over. When school was about to end, Jian Jiayang returned to the class. He didn't give Shen Ting too much time, as if she was afraid that she would refuse. After asking her home address, he left the school in a hurry.

Shen Ting was left sitting in the class, struggling with the last class, what was he thinking?

The next day, Shen Ting woke up early on purpose. She couldn't stand it under Jian Jiayang's soft and hard pampering yesterday, so she had to tell him where she lived.

According to Jian Jiayang's earnestness yesterday, she might be able to pick her up. First, Shen Ting didn't want Jian Jiayang to see that she lived in such a dilapidated place, and second, she didn't want her classmates to think that she really had something to do with Jian Jiayang.

Although the group of gossip madmen in the class often teased her and Jian Jiayang, Shen Ting understood that it was all a joke. If the two of them really looked like they were in a relationship, it would definitely cause an uproar. When the school found out, it would be very troublesome .

Putting her schoolbag on her back, Shen Ting walked out of the house. There was water on the floor of the alley all year round, and it exuded an unpleasant smell. It was the smell of swill poured into the sewer and gushing out of the ground, with a smell of corruption and stench.

Every time Shen Ting walked out of Fang's house, she would walk with her head down, carefully avoiding the stagnant water on the ground, so as not to get her shoes dirty, and she went around every corner without touching the white spots on her feet. sneakers.

Finally at the exit of the alley, Shen Ting breathed a sigh of relief and looked up. The sun was shining brightly. She saw Jian Jiayang with one foot on the ground and one foot on the pedal. He was holding the faucet of the bicycle with both hands, and the person and the bicycle were photographed into a silhouette .

The young man has a handsome silhouette, long hands and long legs, and a tall figure. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around and smiled at Shen Ting, "Hey, how early you are."

A bright smile blocked what Shen Ting wanted to say, she smiled, looked up at Jian Jiayang who was on the two steps, "Are you really here to pick me up?"

"I didn't say I was joking, come up, I'll take you to breakfast." Jian Jiayang turned around and patted the back seat.

The matter has come to this point, and it would be hypocritical to evade. Shen Ting climbed up the steps, stood on tiptoe, and sat gently on the back seat with her buttocks. Let's go."

hug?Shen Ting looked at Jian Jiayang's thin waist, flinched in his heart, put his hand on the support pole of the back seat of the car, Jian Jiayang didn't wait for the intended touch, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and with force on his foot, he slammed the car Ride far.

Shen Ting was caught off guard, and the whole person leaned back. The natural reaction of a person in danger is to grab something to save himself. Shen Ting stretched out his palm and grabbed it randomly in the air. Naturally, she caught Jian Jiayang's clothes , tightly, and then the person leaned forward due to inertia.

"Be careful." Jian Jiayang chuckled, stretched out his hand, pulled Shen Ting's hand forward, and then took it away naturally.

Shen Ting's whole body was stiff, she held onto Jian Jiayang's clothes tightly, her hands hurt from the buttons, and she didn't dare to move casually, for fear that Jian Jiayang would find something wrong with her, and when she turned around, she would see her face turning red like a tomato.

Jian Jiayang took Shen Ting across two streets, and came to an old shop that was obviously aged from the outside.

"I found this store by accident." Jian Jiayang parked the car and beckoned Shen Ting to go inside.

"This store has a history of 30 years. The owner is a grandfather, who is over 70 years old this year. Because his children refuse to inherit this store, and he is reluctant to close the store, he still insists on doing the morning market every day. The old man is getting old. The sanitation may not be very good, but the taste is okay.”

Shen Ting looked at the furnishings in the store. Three or five tables and chairs were placed against the corners, with chopsticks and condiments such as chili sauce and vinegar placed on them. Surface is clean.

Jian Jiayang said that the sanitation is not very good. He probably refers to the old pit in the corner where the corner is not obvious. The black grease seeped into the wooden board. For Shen Ting, who lived there before, this is really nothing.

"Grandpa, here are the guests." Jian Jiayang took Shen Ting to a table and sat down, then raised his voice and yelled in the direction of the back kitchen.

Scattered sounds came from inside soon, Shen Ting looked up, and saw an old man with gray hair walking over with a smile while wiping his hands.

Although the old man is in his seventies, he is improving very well, and he is not ill. Although his footsteps are not as light as the young people's, and he is not as procrastinating as his peers, he seems to be in good spirits.

"You haven't come here for a long time." The old man smiled and patted Jian Jiayang's shoulder, noticed Shen Ting who stood up, and asked doubtfully, "Who is this?"

"Grandpa, hello, my name is Shen Ting, and I'm Jian Jiayang's classmate." Shen Ting greeted politely.

The old man saw that Shen Ting was young, and he greeted people with open eyes without avoiding his eyes, so he couldn't help feeling a little fond of her.

"Oh, boy Jian's classmate, what do you want to eat, girl? Grandpa will make it for you. Our signature is hot and sour soup. Boy Jian can eat three bowls every time he comes here." The old man happily patted Jian Jiayang on the back, The intimacy between the words is not concealed.

"Since it's a signature dish, of course you can't miss it. Grandpa, please make me a bowl of hot and sour soup." Shen Ting hasn't had a good appetite recently, and the hot and sour taste is just right for an appetizer.

"Okay, boy Jane, are you still like that?"

Jian Jiayang smiled and nodded, "Well, Grandpa, please give us a few more beef buns, the bigger ones are best."

"Come on, you kid, why don't you choose the best one for you, just wait, it will come in a while."

Jian Jiayang sat back on his seat, propped his chin with one hand, looked at Shen Ting with a pair of smiling eyes, and pressed down his thick eyelashes, adding a hazy affection to his plain sight.

Shen Ting carried it for a while, and as the smile on the corner of Jian Jiayang's mouth deepened, he finally coughed unnaturally, lowered his head, turned out the English book in his schoolbag, and started to recite the words.

"Hey." With a shallow sigh, Shen Ting's scalp tingled with countless disappointments, and she almost had the illusion that she had failed her natal woman. She raised her eyelids lightly, feeling quite wronged, "What are you doing?"

Jian Jiayang held his face in both hands, and looked at her sadly, "Is my handsome face not as good as a textbook?"

"That's different. Reading can make me knowledgeable. Look at you, what can I get?" Shen Ting put down the book and scolded him unceremoniously.

"You can be in a good mood." Jian Jiayang talked to her in a good mood, "When you are in a good mood, you can do everything smoothly and recite words much faster. You might as well look at me more."

"I like to keep my feet on the ground." Shen Ting replied with a chuckle, then picked up the book and concentrated on reading.

They seemed to be back in the past again, when carefree and carefree occasionally made harmless jokes, Jian Jiayang's heart had been blocked by a big stone, and he looked at Shen Ting's face intently, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance deeply in his mind.

(End of this chapter)