Dead zone

He had just honestly finished a self-study session, and he couldn't sit still for this session.

want to go out.

want to smoke.

Want to skip school.

The mid-term exam of the attached high school should have been completed last month, but last month just happened to catch up with some school's joint exam, and most schools would pass the mid-term exam for the joint exam. I have to do a midterm exam of my own school alone.

Even if it expires in more than a month.

Fang Yingzhen rested his chin on the spine of the book, closed his eyes and silently recited the Confucius he had just memorized.

Confucius, surnamed Kong, named Qiu, styled Zhongni...a native of Lu State in the late Spring and Autumn Period...a famous thinker, educator and political theorist...the founder of the Confucian school, honored by later generations "Holy"...Confucius founded the Confucian school.

The core of Confucius' thought is "benevolence"...

its stuck.

Fang Yingzhen sighed, opened the book and took a look.

carry on.

He believes that benevolence is love for others, and that people should love each other and live in harmony...to be tolerant..."Don't do to others what you don't want to be done to you"..... .

"Here is your English homework." Shen Yan tapped the pen tip on the table twice, and whispered, "Quickly copy it, it will be handed in after class."

"Okay." Fang Yingzhen closed the book and blew him a kiss.

"Today isn't Saturday either," Xue Chang glanced at the date on his phone, then lay on the rocking chair and looked up with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Gan opened the chair next to the dressing table and sat down: "Xinyi sent me a message saying that his voice is so bad that he can't sing today, let me take his place for the night."

"Then today's scene will definitely explode." Xue Chang clicked his tongue.

Jiang Gan smiled and said nothing, picked up the playlist on the dressing table and looked at it.

It's okay, I usually sing the few songs I usually sing.Nothing difficult.

Crazy Band is the resident of BDP, lead singer Xinyi, guitarist Xue Chang, bassist Luniu, drummer Liu Rang.

Jiang Gan is not a madman, but he often warms up for them, and has a good relationship with the madman's teammates.

"Hey, are you still wearing a wig this time?" Xue Chang asked.

Jiang Gan nodded.

"Do you have to wear women's clothes?" Xue Chang looked at him, "If you wear normal men's clothes on stage, you will have more fans, right?"

"I don't want to be recognized by someone I know." Jiang Gan said.

Xue Chang let out an oh as if he understood.

As usual, I came to the stage after nine o'clock.

With a little makeup on his face, Jiang Gan walked up the steps slowly in black boots and stood in the center of the stage.

"Echo tonight?"

"How could it be an Echo!"

"Mom, what a sudden happiness! It's Echo!"

People were discussing excitedly, Jiang Gan stretched out his hand to play the microphone, and looked sideways at Xue Chang who was holding the guitar beside him.

Xue Chang gestured OK to him.

Jiang Gan nodded, adjusted his posture to the most relaxed position, then nodded slightly and moved closer to the microphone.

The sound of the electric guitar sounded hurriedly the moment he lowered his head.

Then came the drums and bass mixed in.

After a while, the sound of the accompaniment gradually slowed down, and Jiang Gan opened his mouth after counting four beats in his heart.

可 不 可以 想 你

i need to cheer up

Weather in July

Like me and you need a rain

need you

i am a fish*

......

The screaming continued.

All kinds of lights from far to near made Jiang Gan unable to open his eyes. He could only clearly hear many people shouting that Echo is so handsome.

Echo male god.

Echo I love you.

In the lively atmosphere, everyone in the audience smiled the same.

Jiang Gan was in a daze.

Some weird emotions gradually floated up, like the oil pollution floating on the sea in the middle of the night after the shipwreck.

The mixed volume of various musical instruments and human voices in the ear subconsciously decreases until it disappears, replaced by heavy breathing and heartbeat that are gradually amplified.

Jiang Gan's throat seemed to be strangled by countless fingers.

In an instant, he returned to the dark room many years ago.

Always cold and old mattresses, rough adult fingertips.

Jiang Gan opened his eyes suddenly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

There are lights and people in front of you.

Hearing then returned to normal.

Music and screaming and whistles came flooding in from all directions.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but found that his fingers were shaking, and he couldn't even grasp the microphone.

The author has something to say: *From the lyrics of "I'm a Fish"

10

Jiang Gan suppressed his discomfort and went back to the dressing room to drink water until the end of the performance.

"Hey, Echo." Xiao Fei was sitting and talking to others, when he looked up to see him coming in, he smiled and waved, "Come here."

Xiao Fei is the manager of BDP and has a good relationship with Jiang Gan.

Jiang Gan took a sip of ice water from the refrigerator and walked towards him.

At the same time, the two people beside Xiao Fei also stood up.

One strong and one thin, a bit familiar.

"This is Brother Qiu Zhenqiu, and this is Brother Qiu's friend Beihai." Xiao Fei introduced.

Jiang Gan nodded to the two of them.

Qiu Zhen patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "I just saw your performance, it's very good."

"Thank you Brother Qiu." Jiang Gan said.

Qiu Zhen put his hand on his shoulder and didn't let it go.

Jiang Gan felt a little uncomfortable, just as he was about to escape, he heard Xiao Fei say, "Brother Qiu is your loyal fan and has watched many of your performances, so he said he wanted to get to know you."

"Ah, that's right," Qiu Zhen laughed, took out his phone and looked at Jiang Gan, "Let's add friends."

Jiang Gan glanced at Xiao Fei, who secretly forced a wry smile at him.

"I don't use WeChat." Jiang Gan said.

"Then the phone number is fine too." Qiu Zhen still had a smile on his face, and the phone was still there.

"Sorry." Jiang Gan pushed his phone away.

"Fuck," said the thin man next to Qiu Zhen, frowning, "It's your luck that Brother Qiu has a crush on you, don't be shameless!"

Jiang Gan raised his eyes upon hearing this.

"What?" The thin man raised his chin provocatively, "You are the one who said it, are you not convinced?"

"Yeah." Jiang Gan said.

"You..." Now it was the thin man's turn to have nothing to say.

Jiang Gan tilted his head slightly, squinted his eyes: "Get out of the way."

"Fuck, pretend to be your uncle!" The thin man was annoyed, and kicked towards him.

Jiang Gan quickly dodged, grabbed the thin man's arm and twisted him back, and the screams immediately rang out in the dressing room.

Qiu Zhen dragged the worried Xiao Fei to the side, and looked at Jiang Gan with interest.

"Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, ai, let me loose the fuck!" The thin man howled as he was half pressed on the table.

"Bei Hai, hurry up and apologize." Qiu Zhen said with a smile.

"Brother, you still don't save me!" Bei Hai shouted, turning his head with difficulty.

"Apologize first." Qiu Zhen clicked his tongue.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Bei Hai gritted his teeth.

Jiang Gan frowned slightly and let go of him.

"Echo..." Xiao Fei hurried forward.

Jiang Gan lowered his head and silently stuffed things like power banks on the table into his bag.

Xiao Fei didn't dare to speak again.

"You're very interesting, I'm not mistaken." Qiu Zhen said when Jiang Gan was about to go out.

Jiang Gan ignored it and went out with his bag.

Fang Yingzhen picked up the stainless steel tongs next to it, and turned over a few slices of beef on the pot.

"Boss has another plate." He waved his hand.

Lin Chao, who was eating on the opposite side, looked up at him in horror.

"Why?" Fang Yingzhen glanced at him, "That's not enough food."

"My wallet is only so small, not enough to eat!" Lin Chao said with a sad face, "You can save my wallet, young master!"

"Who swears that you'll invite me to January Mavericks?" Fang Yingzhen clicked his tongue, "It's only been 5 minutes since I sat down, do you want to be so stingy?"

"I didn't make a promise." Lin Chao said impatiently, "Eat quickly, the lunch break is only one and a half hours, if you don't enter the classroom by then, you will be fined [-] yuan if you are caught by Lao Wang!"

"When the fuck did this come up with the new regulations? Why do you keep running three thousand?" Fang Yingzhen frowned, took a piece of roasted beef and stirred it in the sauce for a while, "Are you bluffing me?"

"Is there any benefit in me bluffing you, really." Lin Chao said.

Fang Yingzhen chewed the beef, leaned back, and stretched comfortably: "I just read Dianping. The chocolate biscuits in the dessert restaurant near Mavericks seem to be delicious. Please invite me."

"I invite you, uncle!" Lin Chao was stunned after speaking, and looked behind Fang Yingzhen, "Echo?"

"Huh?" Fang Yingzhen followed his gaze and looked back.

Jiang Gan sat at a table in a corner not far away, wearing only a sweater, bowing his head while grilling meat, the table was filled with all kinds of meat.

Lin Chao couldn't help feeling: "Ban Hua'er is so rich."

Fang Yingzhen looked back, puzzled: "Ban Huaer?"

"That's right," Lin Chao nodded, "Don't you know, recently Jiang Gan tried his best to replace Fu Xiaoxiao and became the flower of our class."

"...What a mess, you guys are really boring." Fang Yingzhen shook his head.

[Xiao Fei]: Echo, I'm really sorry. Qiu Zhen is a regular customer of BDP. He said he wanted to get to know you. I didn't think about anything else, so I brought him here to meet you...

[Xiao Fei]: You moved Qiu Zhen's people, so why don't you come to BDP for a while?So as not to provoke some right and wrong.I'll transfer the performance fee to you, eat and drink well and stay at home first, and I'll call you back when Qiu Zhen and the others have almost forgotten about it.

Every time Xiao Fei sent a message, it was as if he was writing a short essay.

Jiang Gan didn't even have the patience to read it all, so he replied perfunctorily.

Then a transfer jumped in.

[Xiao Fei]: Transfer 3000.

Jiang Gan was not polite to him, so he accepted it.

I don't need to go to BDP for a while now... I'd better ask Han Li if there is any work that I can introduce him to.

Jiang Gan turned the meat over and continued roasting.

11

According to the usual practice, the seat number of the examination room this time is determined by the grade ranking of the last joint examination.

Fang Yingzhen failed the math and English exams last time. History and politics are equally bad, but his skills are not bad. The highest score is Chinese, which has just barely passed [-] out of [-].

Lao Wang posted the grade exam seating arrangement chart on the blackboard at the back of the classroom. For easy finding, he circled the names of all the students in Class [-] with fluorescent green markers.

Fang Yingzhen knew without even looking that his name must be in the last green circle in the last examination room.

"Fang Fangfang!" Lin Chao squeezed out from the people looking at the schedule at the back of the classroom, and rushed to his side with a look of excitement, "Guess which test room I am in this time!"

Fang Yingzhen glanced at him and said nothing.

"The penultimate one!" Lin Chao shouted at him excitedly.

"..."

"What's this called?" Lin Chaoyi spoke up, "This is fucking progress, progress! Do you understand?"

Fang Yingzhen: "I don't understand."

"Hey Fang," Lin Chao shook his finger at him, "Don't be so depressed, you have improved, really! You are not the last seat this time, there is someone behind you."

"Who is it?" Fang Yingzhen said lazily.

"Banhuaer." Lin Chao said.

"Ban..." Fang Yingzhen finally came to his senses, and clicked his tongue, "Jiang Gan? That's because he just came to school, so he was assigned the last one, okay?"

"That's behind you too, it's a sign that you're about to improve!" Lin Chao slapped him on the shoulder.

To be honest, Fang Yingzhen was quite happy to take the exam.There are no classes or homework for two days.The cafeteria also prepares a loving breakfast, so you don’t have to get up early and queue up to grab it.

There is just one thing that is not so good.

Fang Yingzhen touched the back of his neck uncomfortably. He was always the last one in the examination room.This time, Jiang Gan suddenly appeared behind him, which is strange.

The first language test.

The invigilators were two freshman teachers, one of whom had taught him skills, but Fang Yingzhen couldn't remember the name.

There are still ten minutes before the exam starts.

Fang Yingzhen was bored, chewing his fingers for a while, and flipping through the pencil case for a while.

Flipping over Fang Yingzhen's eyelids, he realized that he didn't bring a paint brush.

"..."

The final exam room is on the top floor, so it's too late to go back to class to get it now.

Fang Yingzhen tilted his head slightly, and from the corner of his eye, Jiang Gan was turning the pages of a book with his head bowed.He looked around, Jiang Gan was probably the only one in the examination room who was still flipping through books before the exam.

For Fang Yingzhen, multiple-choice questions are the only question type among the many questions that he is sure to get points for.

After all, there is a one in four probability.

Fang Yingzhen still has certain requirements for himself, and he will never lose the points he can get based on his strength.

Although he can't understand the topic.

But luck is also a strength.

Fang Yingzhen, who had certain demands on himself, made up his mind for a long time, and finally turned his head to Jiang Gan in the last 5 minutes before the exam bell rang.

Jiang Gan just stuffed the book back into the bag at his feet, and raised his eyes to meet his gaze.

"You..." Fang Yingzhen swallowed, "Do you have any extra card pens?"

Jiang Gan looked at him expressionlessly again.

"Without a smear pen, an automatic pen is fine." Fang Yingzhen added in a low voice.

Jiang Gan didn't speak, he unzipped the zipper from the inside of the pencil case, took out a black paint pen and handed it to Fang Yingzhen.

"What about you...?" Fang Yingzhen didn't know whether to answer.

"I have." Jiang Gan said.

"Oh." Fang Yingzhen quickly took the pen.

After turning back, Fang Yingzhen realized that he forgot to say thank you.

12

The composition question of this exam is called virtual and reality.

Fang Yingzhen had just finished the composition of more than 900 words around the topic, and the closing bell rang.

The next subject is mathematics.

He sighed, and when he sat and waited for the invigilator to collect the papers, he caught a glimpse of the black marker pen on the corner of the table.

I have to add a thank you later.

The invigilator left with the collected test papers in his arms, and the originally quiet classroom suddenly became lively.

There are two exams in the morning, and there is still one hour before the next math exam. Students can arrange their own time.

Fang Yingzhen turned his head and found that Jiang Gan hadn't returned to class, but was leaning against the wall and flipping through a notebook.

He squeezed the paint pen in his hand.

It seems that it will always be very difficult to talk to Jiang Gan.

Probably because Jiang Gan always has a sense of alienation that strangers should not get close to. Lin Chao said that most of such people are pretending to be coercive.

But Jiang Gan...Fang Yingzhen subconsciously felt that this was Jiang Gan's natural attribute that he himself did not realize.

Jiang Gan turned over the wrong question two pages ago, and looked up to find Fang Yingzhen staring at him.

"Is there something wrong?" Jiang Gan raised his eyebrows.

Fang Yingzhen let out an ah, and put the paint brush on his desk: "Thank you."

Jiang Gan said it was all right, put down his notebook, got up and went out.

The classrooms on the top floor are all empty, except for the temporary exam room during the grade exam, basically no one comes here, so the toilets at the end of the corridor are much cleaner than those on the downstairs floors.

Jiang Gan came out of the toilet to wash his hands, and heard someone laugh behind him.

"It's really you." Yuan Mao said.

"I remember that you were admitted to No. [-] Middle School in advance, didn't you?" Yuan Mao said with a smile on his face, "Why are you here again? I just thought I was wrong."

Jiang Gan shook his hand and walked past him.

Yuan Mao grabbed his arm.

"Release." Jiang Gan glanced at Yuan Mao's hand holding his arm.

Yuan Mao was in a strange mood: "A small middle school attached to you can't accommodate a big Buddha like you? You can't come here without a middle school, it's your father..."

"Jiang Gan!" Someone called him, interrupting what Yuan Mao was about to say.

Jiang Gan raised his eyes and saw Fang Yingzhen walking in from the door.

"What a coincidence, you also go to the bathroom." Fang Yingzhen said, pretending to be casual and glanced at Yuan Mao.

Jiang Gan felt his arm loosen, and Yuan Mao sneered and went out.

Fang Yingzhen looked outside the door for a few more times before turning back to look at Jiang Gan: "Are you okay?"

Before Jiang Gan could answer, Fang Yingzhen said again: "I think the expression on that guy's face just now is a bit off. I guess he didn't do well in the exam and was in a bad mood and wanted to find fault. He can fight you with a few more words."

Jiang Gan opened his mouth to speak, but Fang Yingzhen sighed again: "How can you still fight with someone when you go to the bathroom?"

"..." Jiang Gan said, "I didn't fight him."

Fang Yingzhen snorted and nodded: "That's why I almost got into a fight with him."

Jiang Gan wanted to sigh a little: "I didn't intend to fight him."

"Ah, okay," Fang Yingzhen said, jumping a few steps in, "I don't want to tell you because I'm in a hurry!"

Jiang Gan stood there for a while, then turned on the faucet and washed his hands again before going out.

The two-day exam is finally over.

On Friday, the teachers of various subjects analyzed the midterm papers all day, and Fang Yingzhen slept all day.

There is one last class left for Zhang Yang before school ends in the afternoon.

Except for Jiang Gan, all the students in the class are boarding students, and the atmosphere is particularly cheerful and active at this time.

Zhang Yang took the test paper and tapped on the blackboard: "Come on, show me your hand, how many people did the energetic e miss?"

A group of people cheerfully raised their hands.

Zhang Yang laughed angrily, nodded and said, "Okay, you're still laughing after deducting points like this, it's quite optimistic."

These people are so silly.

Fang Yingzhen was awakened by the laughter, and reached out to touch the phone in a daze, only to find an unread text message on the screen.

- XX Express at East Station, pick-up code 14-2735.

The clothes sent by my mother arrived, Fang Yingzhen thought, put his head on the edge of the table and clicked on WeChat, and there was an unread number 1 in red dots.

[Mom]: The clothes are probably here, remember to get them.

Fang Yingzhen replied.

"Fang Yingzhen!" Zhang Yang raised his voice suddenly, his hands trembled in fright, and the phone fell on the table with a bang.

"Ah." Fang Yingzhen raised his head and stood up.

"Let's talk about the grammar question I just mentioned, and people next to him are not allowed to remind him." Zhang Yang said.

Shen oath quickly sat upright.

"I don't know." Fang Yingzhen sighed.

Zhang Yang walked down from the podium expressionlessly, bent down and took out his mobile phone.

"Confiscate it first, come to the office to get it after school." Zhang Yang held the phone in his hand and shook it at him.

Fang Yingzhen sighed a second time: "Okay."

There was some laughter in the class.

"Jiang Gan," Zhang Yang returned to the podium, raised his chin behind Fang Yingzhen, "tell me."

Behind him came the sound of some stools rubbing against the floor.

Fang Yingzhen stood idly, Jiang Gan's voice in English passing by his ears.

"Great□□surprised, hecouldn'tsayaword. The past participle is used as an adverbial to express the reason."

"Very well, please sit down," Zhang Yang nodded, and then glanced at Fang Yingzhen again, "This question is quite simple, and those who choose the wrong one should reflect on it."

Finally got to school.

Lin Chao had packed his schoolbag as early as class, and rushed over: "Fang! Let's go to the Internet cafe!"

Fang Yingzhen lowered his head and stuffed the books on the table back into the table one by one: "No."

"Why?" Lin Chao clicked his tongue.

"Have you lost your memory? My phone was confiscated by Zhang Yang, and I still have to get it." Fang Yingzhen said.

"Then I'll wait for you." Lin Chao said.

"No, I have something to do today." Fang Yingzhen turned to look at Shen Yan who was next to him, "Go to the Internet cafe? It's too lonely to be alone."

"I don't know how to play games." Shen Yan said while carrying his schoolbag.

Lin Chao dragged Shen Yan away like a lamb, "Let's go, brother, I'll teach you."

Fang Yingzhen shuffled to Zhang Yang's office, where Zhang Yang was sitting drinking yogurt.

"Yo, here we come." She smiled at Fang Yingzhen.

Fang Yingzhen took out a pack of small biscuits bought in the cafeteria supermarket at noon from his pocket, and put it on Zhang Yang's table.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows.

"Let's make a discount, teacher," Fang Yingzhen said, "Can you reduce five hundred words for the review?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang put down the yogurt and said a little funnyly, "Who asked you to write a review?"

"Don't write it?" Fang Yingzhen was a little surprised.

"What are you writing, can you change it if you tell me?" Zhang Yang clicked his tongue, opened the side drawer, took out his mobile phone and handed it to him.

Fang Yingzhen reached out to pick it up: "Thank you teacher!"

Zhang Yang put the phone back again: "Remember it, let me see it next time, I really won't pay you back."

"Okay, I promise I won't play anymore." Fang Yingzhen said.

When Fang Yingzhen came back from the office, he found that everyone in the classroom had left, and only one student on duty was left wiping the blackboard on the podium.

The student on duty is still Jiang Gan.

He entered through the front door, Jiang Gan had just finished wiping half, squatting in the washbasin to wash the rag, when he heard footsteps, he looked up at him.

"Are you on duty?" Fang Yingzhen asked very dryly.

Jiang Gan nodded, didn't speak, got up and began to wipe the other half of the blackboard.His hair was a bit messy, but the hair in the back was not messy at all, and he still looked cool, just as handsome as he was that night at BDP.

And just as grim.

Fang Yingzhen suddenly remembered what Song Man had said earlier.

Jiang Gan personally sent his father to jail.

Gee.

It's not impossible to be so cold.

......

Fang Yingzhen was not particularly used to being alone with people he didn't know very well, and was about to get out of the way as soon as he got his schoolbag.

Jiang Gan suddenly said behind him: "Did you get the phone back?"

"Ah?" Fang Yingzhen was caught off guard, and turned to look at Jiang Gan's expressionless face, "Yes."

Jiang Gan said: "Congratulations."

"..."

The congratulations sounded sincere, so Fang Yingzhen had no choice but to say, "Thank you."

**

Fang Yingzhen picked up the courier his mother sent him from the East Railway Station. It was very heavy, and the boss had a package and could only hold it with his hands.

When I wanted to take a taxi, I found that my phone was out of battery and automatically turned off. Fang Yingzhen walked directly to the subway station with the package in his arms.

The school is three stations away from home, which is actually not that far away. The main reason Fang Yingzhen chooses to live in school is because he doesn't want to see Fang Fuying.

Although Fang Fuying is basically not at home.

A few years ago, my mother and Fang Fuying divorced, Fang Yingzhen's custody was given to Fang Fuying, and my mother went to another city.

After the divorce, Fang Fuying seldom stayed at home, and she and Fang Yingzhen could not speak a few words for a year.

The housekeeping aunt comes once every two weeks, and usually she doesn't take the initiative to talk to him when she has nothing to do.

Fang Yingzhen is used to no one at home, but he is not used to no one talking to him for a long time.Although he himself is not a talkative person, living on campus can make him feel less lonely when he goes to sleep every night.

Before Fang Yingzhen reached the door of the house, the door was opened from the inside.

"The young master is back," Aunt Jiang smiled and poked her head out, "I heard your footsteps when I was sweeping the floor in the hallway."

Fang Yingzhen smiled at her: "Hello Mrs. Jiang."

"Come in, the section chief has brought a new guest today." Aunt Jiang waved.

As soon as Fang Yingzhen entered, he heard Fang Fuying's laughter in the living room.

Why are you at home again?

He frowned, changed his slippers and went straight to the second floor.

Halfway through, Fang Fuying looked up and called him, "Fang Yingzhen, come here."

Just as Fang Yingzhen wanted to pretend he hadn't heard, he heard a gentle laugh from behind him: "This is Yingzhen, isn't it?"

It's a woman's voice.

He turned around and saw Fang Fuying and a woman with long hair standing up from the sofa.

Fang Yingzhen immediately understood what was going on.

13

"This is Aunt Zhang Jing." Fang Fuying said.

The woman glanced at Fang Yingzhen with a smile, and nodded gently: "Hello."

Fang Yingzhen felt a little uncomfortable, but still walked down the stairs.

"Your aunt and the others will come over later," Fang Fuying seemed in a good mood, and took the initiative to pat him on the shoulder, "Let Mrs. Jiang cook some delicious dishes at night, and our family will sit down and have a good meal." .”

family.

Fang Yingzhen was not used to such warm words.

Zhang Jing walked over and said with a smile: "Yingzhen is a sophomore in high school, right? She is really tall, but she lost a little weight."

"What good food can I get at school?" Fang Fuying glanced at him, "He refuses to let him live at home."

"I remember it's quite close to the attached middle school." Zhang Jing nodded.

"I told him to let him live at home, and you can take care of him in the future..." Fang Fuying suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, and looked at Zhang Jing.

Fang Yingzhen looked at Fang Fuying's guilty expression a little funny, and said lazily, "I live on campus, I don't live at home."

Fang Fuying frowned: "You..."

"It's okay, it's okay, children nowadays like to make up their own minds, you have to learn to respect them." Zhang Jing said quickly.

While Aunt Jiang was cooking, Fang Yingzhen wandered back to the room.

The package was thrown on the floor by him like a ball. Fang Yingzhen was not in the mood to open it to see what kind of clothes his mother had sent him, and threw himself on the bed weakly.

After a while, he still got up, took the scissors by the bed, squatted on the floor and opened the package.

Sender: Xiao Han.

Recipient: Son Yingzhen.

For some reason, Fang Yingzhen's nose was a little sour when the scissors passed across this line.

He sniffed and took out the clothes inside.

Sweaters, long johns, jackets, winter clothes, and twenty pairs of wool socks neatly sized.

Fang Yingzhen sighed, threw all the clothes on the bed, then opened the closet and hung them up one by one.

The phone on the table vibrated.

[Super]: Fang!I forgot to tell you something!

Fang Yingzhen picked up the phone and called him back: "Aren't you fighting bloody battles with Shen Yan in the Internet cafe?"

[Super]: Take a shower

[Super]: Just after teaching him how to play, a handsome guy came in and dragged him away

Fang Yingzhen walked to the balcony with his mobile phone and stuffed a cigarette into his mouth: "What handsome guy?"

[Super]: Is this the point!The point is what I want to tell you!

Fang Yingzhen lit a cigarette and typed.

[You fell]: Then you talk about it

[Super]: My birthday is next Saturday!You must be there!Also remember to buy me a present!

[You fall]: I'm really convinced, I thought it was such a big deal

[Super]: No matter, I declare that from now until my birthday, this is the biggest thing for you

"Okay," Fang Yingzhen replied vaguely, biting a cigarette, "Got it."

Jiang Gan pressed the third phone call from Feng Yue, and the fourth phone rang together with the doorbell.

He sighed, turned off the phone and got up to open the door.

Han Li, who was wearing dinosaur pajamas, slipped in with two bags through the crack of the door: "I'm starving, I'm starving!"

Jiang Gan watched him changing shoes like his master: "Are you okay?"

Han Li clicked his tongue: "I'm bored eating alone, so I came to eat with you."

"I've eaten." Jiang Gan said.

Han Li raised his head, and the dinosaur on his head fell off in a funny way: "Can you stop rejecting me so ruthlessly every time?"

"I ordered fried chicken." Han Li raised the bag in his hand and said again.

Jiang Gan found him a pair of plastic gloves from the kitchen.

Han Li sat down at the dining table, skillfully put on a glove, opened two cartons, and a scent wafted out.

"This one is honey mustard." Han Li pointed to the box on the left, and then pointed to the right, "This one is sweet and spicy. Let me tell you, if you want to eat fried chicken next time, you can order this takeaway.. ...Oh three uncles, remember, the taste is the No.1 fried chicken restaurant around our neighborhood."

"Oh." Jiang Gan put on another glove for himself, reached out and took a fried chicken leg from the box on the left.

"Don't you want to eat it? You!" Han Li narrowed his eyes at him and said with a smile, "I knew you would be really delicious."

Jiang Gan glanced at him: "You want me to eat with you."

Han Li nodded and said, "All right, all right, it's me."

The two ate in silence for a while, and Han Li couldn't help but look up at him.

Jiang Gan raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"No," Han Li sighed, his mouth was full of stuff and he was ambiguous, "How can you eat without making a sound? Then why did I buy a second box of fried chicken for 20 yuan in vain and ask you to eat with me?" ?”

Jiang Gan smiled, and pushed the fried chicken box in front of Han Li to Han Li's hand: "I just ate a leg, do you want to take it back?"

"Get rolling," Han Li said.

Jiang Gan pulled a tissue and handed it to Han Li, looked at him after thinking for a while and said, "I have a question for you."

Han Li took it and wiped his mouth: "Say it."

"Do you have any lucrative work?" Jiang Gan said.

"Aren't you working in BDP?" Han Li looked at him, "Resigned?"

"Something happened, so I won't do it for now." Jiang Gan took off his gloves and put them in the bag next to him. "In terms of money... I don't want to always rely on my uncle."

"Success," Han Li nodded, "I won't ask you what you don't want to say."

Jiang Gan said thank you.

"I have a job here, but you have to agree to what I said last time." Han Li said with a smirk.

Jiang Gan lowered his head and thought for a few seconds before saying, "OK."

The dishes on the table were half cold, and my aunt and the others just arrived.

"Yingzhen! I miss you to death!" Aunt's loud voice floated from the hallway all the way into the living room, "Oh, don't you know that the road is really blocked today!"

Fang Yingzhen was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, looking up at her and her cousin Lu Xuan expressionlessly.

Lu Xuan is five years older than him. He is now a junior in a certain university with good grades. He has always been the best prop for his aunt to use to satirize Fang Yingzhen overtly and secretly.

Fang Yingzhen was very annoying to her aunt's family, and she always had a self-righteous sense of superiority, making it seem like a kid with a shitty grade deserved to die.

Although he is very clear that his grades are not just a little shit, but a lot of shit.

......

In the past, when my mother was still at home, she would occasionally help Fang Yingzhen to refute a few words. My mother spoke accurately, and sometimes she could make my aunt speechless. .

"Ouch!" Fang Yingzhen almost couldn't even hold the phone steady with her aunt's scream.

Fang Yingzhen watched his aunt pass him and rushed towards Zhang Jing: "You are here too!"

Zhang Jing smiled at her, it seems that she should have known her for a long time.

Mom fucked up.

Fang Yingzhen was a little upset.

Even his aunt knew it before him.

"What are you playing?" Lu Xuan sat down next to him, and put his arm on his shoulder affectionately.

It seems that he has a very good relationship with him.

Fang Yingzhen frowned and said nothing.

"Why are you keeping a straight face all day long?" Lu Xuan smiled and twisted his chin.

"He's just like this." Fang Fuying came down from upstairs and said to Mrs. Jiang, "It's time to start dinner."

14

Probably because the family didn't need to cook for a long time, Mrs. Jiang completely forgot Fang Yingzhen's food taboos.

The dishes that appeared on the dinner table seemed to be against Fang Yingzhen, making him unable to eat with chopsticks.In fact, I can't blame Mrs. Jiang, it's because he's so picky about food, it's so inhumane.

Fang Yingzhen watched helplessly as his aunt picked up a big black fungus with chopsticks and put it in his bowl.

"Eat, Yingzhen, eat quickly." My aunt looked at him with a smile.

"Okay, Mom, Yingzhen is not without hands." Lu Xuan said, "Don't keep treating him like a three-year-old."

The aunt gave him a white look, and said, "You talk too much, and I can't even care about my nephew!"

"Come to Yingzhen, this duck soup is very nutritious," Zhang Jing got up and picked up the spoon, "I'll serve you a bowl."

"I don't drink." Fang Yingzhen said.

Everyone looked up at him.

"I don't like to drink." Fang Yingzhen had no choice but to explain.

Zhang Jing smiled awkwardly and sat down.Fang Fuying glared at Fang Yingzhen, but said nothing.

Fang Yingzhen pretended not to see it, buried his head in his rice and thought in his mind whether he should order hot pot or fried chicken after returning to his room.

"Why don't you eat the fungus that my aunt gave you?" My aunt clicked her tongue and continued to look at him kindly, as if she couldn't get enough of it. Mom and I, no one is allowed to hug, we cry when we hug..."

Fang Fuying coughed.

"Oh, shouldn't I mention your mother..." The aunt slapped her mouth, glanced at Zhang Jing, and whispered, "I said the wrong thing."

Fang Yingzhen lowered his head and continued to pick up the rice, his heart was silent and wild for a long time.

My aunt is a bit annoying, but this situation