Be good

Just in time, Yang Rui, who said he was going to be in charge of the spoon, came over with a copper pot and put it on the mahjong table. He looked at the two people beside the pool table: "What happened to you two just now?"

Zongcheng said, "Father beats his son."

Lin Qian Xipi smiled and glared at him.

"What?" Yang Rui wiped his hands and looked at them.

"A video." Zong Cheng glanced at Lin Qianxi: "I already told him not to watch it."

"You don't do your homework today?" Yang Rui asked Lin Qianxi, "Will you be free to watch those things?"

"I'll change my mood." Lin Qian Xi Chong Zongcheng bit his words.

Zong Cheng met his gaze: "Switched?"

Lin Qianxi grinned again, and raised the paper full of plans in his hand: "Okay."

Not so restless.

Yang Rui was fiddling with the copper pot, adding charcoal to it: "Okay, help me get the bowl and chopsticks, don't watch any sand sculpture videos."

"Okay, no problem." Lin Qianxi folded the paper in his hand, put it in his trouser pocket, scratched his hair, and went out humming.

Zongcheng watched him go out to the next door, and suddenly felt that this person was actually quite easy to coax. He was so impatient in front of him, and he smiled again after making a plan.

Yang Rui looked up and saw his eyes, thought he was listening to Lin Qianxi humming, and asked with a smile, "Is he singing well?"

Zong Cheng turned around: "What's good?"

"Lin Qianxi," Yang Rui pointed to the mahjong table, beckoning him to come over and help move it, and then said: "In fact, he is quite smart, but he is not good at studying. He is good at playing billiards and darts, and he is good at singing. After speaking, he suddenly shouted: "Lin Qianxi!"

"Don't worry, it's not ready yet!" Lin Qianxi's voice came from the kitchen behind the grocery store.

Yang Rui said loudly: "Order your song, and you will be free of two credits!"

Lin Qianxi replied: "Say it! What does the boss want to hear?"

"as you like!"

"Okay, let's invite the well-known singer Mr. Lin Qianxi to bring you a classic old song - "Love to fight will win"! Thank you!"

After speaking, he whistled loudly.

A dozen meters away, the singing came out from the corner and drifted into the room——

"I can't help complaining when I lose my ambition for a while,

Temporary downfall can not help but be timid.

Nathon lost hope,

Drunk every day..."

Zong Chenggang helped Yang Rui move the table, then turned his head and glanced over there.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Yang Rui said with a smile.

"Yeah." Zongcheng knew that Lin Qianxi's voice was very nice, and this was the first time he heard the song. He didn't expect that he sang really well. When he sang, his voice was full of ruffian vigor, and even the tones of Hokkien could be tasted. .

An old van came up outside, and the noise rumbled to a stop, drowning out the singing.

Lu Feng walked in and looked at the copper pot on the mahjong table: "Want to cook hot pot?"

Yang Rui nodded: "Yes, come however it is convenient, Zongcheng is too polite, he bought a lot of food, if I cook one by one, it will be midnight."

Lu Feng glanced at Zongcheng: "You don't want to owe favors, do you?"

Zong Cheng glanced at him and said nothing.

Lu Feng didn't say anything, knowing it well, he lowered his head and touched the cigarette, poured out one, and threw it to him.

Zongcheng took it, nodded at him, and held it in his hand without smoking.

Lu Feng took out another one, stuffed it into his mouth, and looked around: "Did Lin Qianxi come?"

"In the kitchen." Yang Rui said, "I was still singing just now."

The singing is gone.

Yang Rui said to Zongcheng: "I'll come here, you go and see what that kid is doing."

Zongcheng looked towards the door and walked there.

After entering the grocery store next door, he just walked around the shelves when he saw Lin Qianxi holding a pair of chopsticks in one hand and holding a stack of bowls in his arms, standing by the wall staring at something.

Zong Cheng followed his gaze, and there were several photos on the wall, some of Yang Rui's solo photos, and one of them was a group photo.

A group photo of a boy with colorful hair, earrings, and a grinning face was captured standing at the door of the store with another boy in school uniform.

Zongcheng didn't recognize him at first. He first saw that the one in the school uniform was Qin Yidong, and then realized that the one with the funny colorful hair was Lin Qianxi.

No wonder he stopped singing, see pics here.

Lin Qianxi stared at the photo on the wall for a while, then freed his hand to remove it, turned his head and found a shadow in front of him, and almost bumped into it with one step.

"Fuck, scare me!" He took a step back and stared at Zongcheng: "Why don't you talk?"

"Are you nostalgic or narcissistic?" Zongcheng asked, "It took so long to look at the photos here?"

"I don't miss it or be narcissistic." Lin Qianxi stuffed him with chopsticks: "Let's go, I have to continue studying after eating."

Zongcheng turned sideways to let him go out first, and saw him stuffing the photo into his trouser pocket with one hand.

"Are you here?" Yang Rui urged.

"Here we come!" Lin Qianxi went in, put down the bowl, took out the photo from his pocket and shook it in his hand: "I took this photo down, so I won't keep it."

Zongcheng just came back, and heard Yang Rui say: "The one you and Dongzi took here before, right? It doesn't matter if you don't stay, I'm worried that he will be angry if he sees it next time."

"Yeah." Lin Qianxi dragged a stool and sat down: "I'm also afraid that he will get angry when he sees it."

"You asked for it." Yang Rui sent a bowl and said.

Lin Qianxi curled the corner of his mouth, and laughed back in a foolish way. He suddenly tore up the photo, opened the small door for the charcoal under the copper pot, and threw it in.

Yang Rui stretched out his head to take a look: "So amazing?"

"I said I won't keep it." Lin Qianxi closed the small door, sat back a little, turned his head and said: "It's too ugly, then I can't see it like that on the top, this is a fucking black history, I can't keep it, Affect my reputation as a good boy in No. [-] Middle School."

Zongcheng put down his chopsticks, pulled up a stool and sat down, without saying a word, mainly because this matter has nothing to do with him.

Lu Feng sat across from him, took out his cigarette again, and looked at Lin Qianxi: "Qin Yidong, right? That kid is gentle, he shouldn't be with you in the first place."

Lin Qian turned his head west and smiled, "That's not it."

"You can't stay around unless you are ruthless." Lu Feng said again.

Zongcheng suddenly felt that there were two more eyes on his face, and when he lifted his eyes, Lin Qianxi was staring at him.

"Come on, Ruthless," Lin Qianxi dragged a stool over, sat next to him, and took out the piece of paper from his trouser pocket: "Tell me about this in detail."

Lu Feng smoked a cigarette and was about to throw it away. He stopped and said, "Lin Qianxi, you really know how to change the subject."

Lin Qianxi looked at him and said, "I'm going to concentrate on my studies, don't talk about other things, and don't give me cigarettes."

"I'll see how well you can learn." Lu Feng gave the cigarette to Yang Rui.

Zong Cheng finally spoke: "Do you have any questions?"

Lin Qianxi shook the paper and pointed to the list of things to do: "I understand everything written, but I don't know which step to start from. Give me an idea."

"Let's talk after eating." Zongcheng picked up the chopsticks.

Lin Qianxi had no choice but to fold the paper first: "Then eat quickly."

Yang Rui handed him a pair of chopsticks: "Eat, eat this hot pot with your dark history."

"..." Lin Qianxi took the chopsticks and looked at him.

Yang Rui nodded twice: "All right, let's stop talking."

In fact, the hot pot was not finished, Lu Feng still had something to deliver, so he left after eating half of it.

Seeing him leaving, Lin Qianxi stopped eating, and took out the paper again: "Tell me, what should I do first tonight?"

Zongcheng put down his chopsticks: "You made a mistake, you didn't do it first and then do it later. You have to do every subject and every item above every day."

Lin Qianxi was stunned for a moment: "Then I don't have time?"

Zongcheng thought for a while: "In the last half month, I only slept for three or four hours a day, so there should be enough time."

Lin Qianxi said softly, "Fuck..."

Zong Cheng looked at him: "Are you okay?"

"It's a man who can't say no." Lin Qianxi nodded heavily, and said while looking at the paper, "It must be done."

Suddenly I heard a "click", the sound of the phone's shutter.

Lin Qianxi turned his head, and Yang Rui was facing him with his mobile phone on the opposite side.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Rui raised his head: "Sneak shot."

"...Is there anyone who candidly photographed you so confidently?"

"Didn't I take the photo of you and Dongzi before?" Yang Rui turned the phone over, wiped the lens, and asked him: "Do you want to wash it out? Go back and stick this new one on the wall, as if it was exposed Your dark history."

"No." Lin Qianxi refused straight away, frowning.

"That's right," Yang Rui said, "I'm even more unhappy when Dongzi sees it, so I'll send you back."

While the two of them were talking, Zongcheng stood up and went to the pool table to get his schoolbag.

Seeing this, Lin Qianxi stopped chatting with Yang Rui and stood up: "I have to go too, I have to implement the plan."

Yang Rui looked down at the photo: "Go, study hard."

Before leaving, Zong Cheng said to Yang Rui: "Next time I see Lu Feng, thank him for me, he left in a hurry just now."

Yang Rui nodded: "OK."

After finishing speaking, he watched him go out, and said to Lin Qianxi who was behind: "Young people are too backbone, and they still haven't blended in."

Lin Qianxi glanced at the door where Zongcheng left, and turned around and said, "Why do people want to blend in with you?"

"Forget it, you're really turning towards him, let's go." Yang Rui raised his slippered foot, as if to kick him.

Lin Qianxi ran out the door as soon as he finished speaking.

Zongcheng walked too fast, and he didn't catch up. In the end, he thought about why he caught up with him. It was more important to go back to study quickly.

It took another half an hour for him to get home.

As if counting the time, Lin Qianxi entered the room, turned on the light, took out the paper with the plan written on it, unfolded it and read it again.

Zongcheng's handwriting with the sharp edge of the pen is like a special effect of urgency, sharply urging him to hurry up.

He simply found the tape again and pasted the paper on the head of the bed.

WeChat on the phone rang.

With a pen in his mouth, Lin Qianxi fumbled in his schoolbag with the exercises he had just found out from the schedule before he took out his phone.

From Yang Rui, a photo.

Below is his exclamation.

--It's so handsome, so young, I'm very satisfied with this candid shot.

Lin Qianxi opened it, dropped the pen from his mouth, and put his hands around it: "Fuck me?"

He thought Yang Rui was taking pictures of him, but there were actually two people in the photo, a photo of him and Zong Cheng sitting together.

After returning home, Zongcheng washed his face, felt that he had repaid the favor and settled the matter, so he sat down at the small table and began to work on his own problems.

Lu Feng was right, he really didn't want to owe favors, he had to pay them back.

There was no sound in the room, only the sound of his pen writing alone.

The WeChat rang once, and then another.

Zongcheng's intuition was Lin Qianxi, and he guessed that he must be stuck at another step. He was still writing with his right hand, but he had already taken it with his left hand and glanced at it.

In the dialog is a photo.

--Yang Rui secretly filmed it with you.

Zongcheng clicked on it.

The center of the photo is Lin Qianxi, holding the piece of paper in his hand, talking to him with his face turned sideways, the corners of his mouth are slightly curved up, and his face is slightly turned, as if looking at Lin Qianxi.

The light above their heads shone on their faces, and Lin Qianxi's face had a subtle hazy feeling.

He clicked out and saw the message from behind Lin Qianxi.

--It's a pretty cool shot, I'm sending you a copy, you're welcome.

Zongcheng clicked on the photo again, looked at it several times, twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, downloaded a photo software, and imported the photo into it.

I learned it now and put it into practice, pressed the words on it, and sent it back to Lin Qianxi.

Lin Qianxi was still working on the first item in the plan, muted the phone, and took it over after noticing that the screen was on, and saw the WeChat message sent by the head of the lighthouse.

--It's not black history this time?

A photo below.

Lin Qianxi clicked to open it, and it was the same photo he sent, but with a little more halo, and there were more words below it.

He zoomed in with two fingers, saw it clearly, and cursed funnyly: "Fuck, that's okay too?"

The words on it read: Xue, Dad is watching you.