Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Gu Ling noticed his disappointment and was thinking about how to comfort him.

Jiang Mingcheng suddenly raised his head and looked around. Gu Ling didn't know what he was thinking. He suddenly looked up at the sky and half turned his body to avoid his sight.

Seeing that Gu Ling didn't notice him, Jiang Mingcheng put the money in his pocket, then held his left hand with his right hand and whispered to himself, "I've worked hard."

Gu Ling, who had sharp ears, heard these words and glanced at Jiang Mingcheng furtively. Seeing his actions, his palms felt slightly itchy.

What to do? Jiang Mingcheng seems a little cute.

"Gu Ling? Gu Ling!"

"Hmm?" Gu Ling came back to his senses, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Mingcheng asked: "What are you thinking about?"

Miss you.

Is this something I can say? I don't think so.

It's a bit ambiguous, they are just ordinary classmates.

Thinking of this, Gu Ling coughed lightly and said, "Think about where to eat later."

The two finally found a small restaurant to eat and then parted ways.

There were quite a few shared electric bikes at the entrance of the restaurant. Gu Ling got on one and was ready to leave. Jiang Mingcheng strongly condemned her for riding without a helmet.

After Gu Ling put on his helmet and rode away, Jiang Mingcheng picked out an electric bike.

He put on his helmet carefully. Although he was riding an electric bike, from Jiang Mingcheng's perspective, it looked like this——

Put on the helmet, ignite the engine, exit the hangar, open the hatch, confirm that the launch system is normal, clear the lines, put down the goggles, and attack!

The tall boy rode an electric scooter, with the wind blowing in his face, and chased the sunset home.

Gu Ling and Jiang Mingcheng worked part-time at the amusement park throughout the National Day holiday. On the last day, Jiang Mingcheng came to the amusement park early as usual, but did not see Gu Ling.

He sent a message to Gu Ling, but there was no reply for a while. Just then, the person distributing clothes arrived, so he changed into clothes and started distributing flyers.

During the lunch break, he turned on his phone and saw Gu Ling's reply.

Baby Face: Sorry, I'm sick and won't go today.

The time was sent at ten o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Mingcheng felt nervous and called Gu Ling immediately.

"How are you? Is it serious? Are you in the hospital?"

Gu Ling's voice was a little weak and hoarse: "It's okay, I'm in the hospital with an IV drip."

Jiang Mingcheng stood up and prepared to find the person in charge: "I'm going to the hospital to find you now."

"No, I'll be home soon."

"Then you should rest well."

"OK, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mingcheng took off his doll costume and went to the person in charge to settle half a day's salary. He originally wanted to go to Gu Ling's house, but after thinking about it, he turned around and went home.

hospital.

Gu Ling was lying on the hospital bed with an IV drip, his hair disheveled, his face haggard and in poor spirits.

Father Gu was scolding her, his eyes full of pain.

"Your mother has been discharged from the hospital, and there's nothing going on at home, so why would you need to go out and work? Look at you, you've put yourself in the hospital, haven't you?"

Gu Ling was helpless: "I just don't have enough sleep. How many hours have I been working?"

Father Gu glared at her and stuffed the peeled apple into her hand: "Why don't you get enough sleep? Because you stayed up late to study. Why did you stay up late to study? Because you spent your daytime working. So it's because you're working part-time. Have a good rest when you go back, and don't mess around."

Gu Ling took a bite of the apple: "Oh."

"Oh what? Do you listen to what daddy says?"

"Listen, listen, listen."

After the last bottle of water was delivered, Gu Ling and his father went home, but they did not expect that Jiang Mingcheng was also there.

There was a glass of water and a thermos box in front of Jiang Mingcheng, and Mother Gu was sitting on the other side talking to him.

He looked a little anxious, and although he was still smiling while talking to Mother Gu, he was obviously absent-minded.

Seeing Gu Ling coming back, he stood up and strode forward: "You're back."

The Gu family immediately focused their attention on him. He felt unusually uneasy, and his hands nervously grasped the hem of his clothes.

"Hello uncle, I'm here to see Gu Ling."

Mother Gu smiled and said, "Mingcheng has been here for a long time, and I have been worried about Lingling."

Jiang Mingcheng didn't know what to do with his hands and feet: "No...no, since Gu Ling is fine, I will go back. Goodbye."

"Wait." Gu Ling grabbed his arm, "Why are you running so fast?"

It was clearly extremely hot weather, but Gu Ling's hands were icy cold. Jiang Mingcheng frowned, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

In the end, Jiang Mingcheng didn't leave, but followed Gu Ling to her room.

The door was ajar, and the two of them were sitting at the desk. Jiang Mingcheng scooped the chicken soup that he had specially asked the nanny to make into a bowl and handed it to Gu Ling.

While Gu Ling was drinking his soup, Jiang Mingcheng asked, "Why are you sick? Did you catch a cold from the wind?"

"I didn't get enough sleep, I'm just a little tired."

Gu Ling's eyes unconsciously fell on the pile of study materials on the desk. Jiang Mingcheng was shocked: "Don't tell me that you work during the day and study at night, so you are tired and sick."

Gu Ling said nothing and silently quickened the pace of drinking the soup.

Jiang Mingcheng took out the money he had saved from working part-time, put it on the table and pushed it in Gu Ling's direction, saying, "Here's the money. Study hard in the future, or be careful that Lu Lin snatches away the first place. Isn't the scholarship from our school more than what you earn from working part-time?"

The worry in Jiang Mingcheng's eyes made Gu Ling's heart move, and she pushed the money back.

"You are willing to do that. Don't worry, I will make sure to rest well afterwards. You can save the money yourself."

Jiang Mingcheng did not insist, but just planned to exchange the money for nutritious food to nourish Gu Ling.

Jiang Mingcheng looked at the pile of study materials in the room and sighed: "You really love to study."

"After all, I'm in the third year of high school. My dream is to get into Yanbei, Beijing. Of course I have to work hard. So, don't you plan to learn?"

Jiang Mingcheng was stunned, and felt a little disappointed when he thought of the reason why he chose to be a poor student in the first place.

Anyway, his parents don't care about him, so it doesn't matter whether he studies well or not.

But if I start learning now, it’s too late, right?

But, Beijing?

That’s a very far place, and after graduation he won’t be able to see Gu Ling anymore.

Thinking of this, he actually felt a little reluctant.

Gu Ling understood the boy's loss and frustration, and she said, "How about I tutor you?"

Jiang Mingcheng was a little tempted, but still refused.

Gu Ling added: "Don't worry, I'll treat the extra lessons as review, it's not a big deal."

Jiang Mingcheng was still hesitant. Gu Ling was unhappy when she saw Jiang Mingcheng making such an expression with the face she had always dreamed of. She slammed the table and said, "It's settled! You have to agree even if you don't agree!"

A good tutoring session was made to sound like a threat, and Jiang Mingcheng responded dryly, "Okay."

Gu Ling nodded: "The first step is that you have to go to school every day."

She emphasized: "You must bring your textbooks."

Jiang Mingcheng appeared serious on the surface, but he was actually very nervous.

Textbook? Such an unfamiliar word.

By the way, where did he lose his textbook?

Gu Ling scooped up the second bowl of chicken soup and started drinking it. Jiang Mingcheng took the opportunity to take out his mobile phone and send a message to the nanny at home.

——Auntie Zhou, please help me find my textbook.

Gu Ling's phone rang with a message. She glanced at it casually and remained silent.

So this kid Jiang Mingcheng isn't even sure if his textbooks are still there?

I had previously sent a message to the nanny about making chicken soup, and my frequent contact was Gu Ling. The two chat boxes happened to be connected, and Jiang Mingcheng accidentally clicked the wrong one.

He withdrew the message the moment he sent it out and looked at Gu Ling with a guilty conscience.

Seeing Gu Ling drinking soup, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, no one should have discovered it.

……

Jiang Mingcheng stayed for a meal and then went home immediately to look for his textbooks.

In the room, Gu Ling was studying at the desk. At nine o'clock in the evening, her father Gu told her to go to bed quickly because she had to go to school the next day.

Gu Ling locked the door, turned off the lights, then turned on the small desk lamp and continued writing.

Jiang Mingcheng is such an unreliable guy. He probably doesn't know anything and his textbooks must be cleaner than his face.

In order to improve the efficiency of tutoring, she plans to write a detailed study material herself.

It's no wonder that after writing it down, she has mastered more details of the knowledge points.

Perhaps what she thought came true, and soon her cell phone rang.

Jiang Mingcheng: What are you doing?

--nothing.

After replying this sentence, Jiang Mingcheng suddenly called her on video. She hung up the phone and sent a message: What’s the matter?

Jiang Mingcheng at home curled his lips and typed: I know you are reading, it's time to go to bed.

——I've already gone to bed.

Jiang Mingcheng: The one chatting with me now is a ghost?

Gu Ling: ...

Jiang Mingcheng: If you don’t sleep, I will bombard you with calls.

He posted an emoticon of a puppy sticking out its tongue, which looked naughty.

Gu Ling muttered that Jiang Mingcheng was annoying, but he still turned off the lights and went to bed.

Jiang Mingcheng on the opposite side didn't believe it and strongly asked Gu Ling to prove it. Gu Ling took a photo of himself raising his middle finger with the bed as the background and sent it over.