Back in high school, I attacked my rival

"On the table in the living room, what are you looking for with my phone?"

"My mobile phone is out of charge, let's recharge... 10 yuan," Jie Qingyang's mobile phone was really shut down, and he owed 0.9 yuan. I wanted to call his mother on the way home this morning, but was told Overdue shutdown.

I can't charge more at a time, and the most I can charge in my impression is 30 yuan for the first time I went to high school. Later, I learned that the school does not allow mobile phones, so I basically fixed the package fee.

8 yuan a month for 100 messages, 100 minutes of calls, plus 500M traffic.

In the past half a day, I used up the traffic accumulated for one month, and it was shut down directly.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you charge more." Zhou Aoqing said grandly.

"Then... 15 yuan?" Jie Qingyang touched the same mobile phone as him, and entered his mother's unshakeable password for decades, his birthday.

"Fifty."

so much!Jie Qingyang couldn't believe it, and entered fifty with trembling hands. The payment password was also his birthday and had never been changed.

The mobile phone in the pocket vibrated, and it was time to recharge the successful text message.

Last night, He Zhixiu was on the phone with her mother. He turned to the recent call, and there was a call record of more than half an hour in front of his eyes. The note was Mr. He.

He clicked on the number.More than once, during the school period, the two also talked on the phone many times, and each time they chatted for more than half an hour.

If you want to know about your own learning situation, wouldn't it be better to ask Lao Zhao directly, why not be ashamed to ask? ? ? ?Jie Qingyang is full of doubts, his mother is not serious on the surface, but she loves his father very much, it is impossible to abandon her husband and son just because of a good-looking man.

Why is this He Zhixiu like this, not even letting his mother go?

Jie Qingyang was even angrier, and while he was sleeping, he secretly called his mother for a private chat.

He took down He Zhixiu's phone number, went back to his room, and locked the door behind him.

Sitting at the desk, laying out the homework materials brought back, everything was ready, and then let go of the courage to question this shameless man.

After a few beeps, a low, slow, magnetic dog-man voice came from the phone.

"Who?"

"He Zhixiu, are you sick? Are you okay? Why call my mother? What do you want to do? Don't come up with any bad ideas!! Although my mother is still a flower at thirty, it's not something you can climb. "

There was silence on the phone for a while, and then he said quietly, "Why do you like to take it for granted that I have evil intentions, what if it's a good thing?"

"What good can you do?"

He Zhixiu didn't reply to him.

Jie Qingyang: "Look at you and you can't tell, it's not a good thing to be appointed."

"If your mother didn't say it, it's a good thing, but it's not a good thing. If you want to ask, ask."

"You said no?"

He Zhixiu: "I'm not qualified to say that."

In fact, Jie Qingyang was sure that the two of them didn't have that kind of meaning, so he became annoyed. He calmed down and thought about it.

"Okay, put this aside for now, let's talk about another thing."

He Zhixiu said slowly, "Say it."

"Last night, I really didn't go crazy with alcohol at all." "So you don't believe me?" He Zhixiu frowned deeply, his tone full of helplessness.

"I don't believe in myself." Something in Jie Qingyang's heart was collapsing a little bit. He urgently needed to figure out what the truth was, and the rest was not important.

He Zhixiu thought for a while, "Do you want to do it all over again?"

"what?"

"Drink it again, and I'll record it for you, so you can trust me?"

Jie Qingyang rolled his eyes, "You want to drink me to death?"

"Last night, did you drink for the first time?" He Zhixiu's tone softened a lot, as if he had discovered a big secret, and his tone showed strong interest and casual jokes.

"...That's it." "It's the first time you're so proficient at drinking? I don't believe it until you drink a hundred tables in that position."

"That's the talent."

He Zhixiu laughed lightly, but he didn't make a sound, he just felt his laughter in his words, "Oh, God just rewarded you with a posture of drinking, didn't he give you a good stomach?"

Jie Qingyang turned his pen casually, very smooth, spoke a lot more briskly, and was no longer aggressive, provoking He Zhixiu, "Maybe forget it, after all, God is fair, to open a window is to close another, right?" , " "Well, what you said is very true," He Zhixiu's smile melted, "I also remind you of one thing."

"what's up?"

"My number is from Beijing, you are..."

Before he finished speaking, Jie Qingyang cut off the phone with a bang.

Long distance, I feel sorry for the roaming charges.

There were pen marks everywhere on the homework, Jie Qingyang put down the pen, his stomach was empty, he seemed to see a bought breakfast next to the bed in the morning, he left in a hurry, and didn't take any buns or anything.

And last night's meal was paid by He Zhixiu.

So he still has a considerable fortune now.

He borrowed this money from Li Zhuo temporarily yesterday. He wanted to borrow 1000 yuan. Li Zhuo transferred 6 yuan, saying that it was left over from buying a new Apple mobile phone iphone[-]plus. It's still there, but it's not now. It's no longer a question of increasing income and reducing expenditure. It has no source at all, and economic conditions do not allow it.

He specifically went to check the price of the Apple mobile phone, the top-end version iphone6plus, 6888 yuan.

Li Zhuo's mother probably gave him [-] yuan to be chic.

What kind of family smashed one and bought another without blinking.

He Zhixiu didn't even call him back?Hang up?Jie Qingyang stared at the screen for a long time and didn't move. He became angry again for no reason. He still had something to say.

So insensitive.

Suddenly the screen lights up and a call comes in.

He was a little happy, but still arrogantly came over on purpose for more than ten seconds before answering.

"I paid the bill last night, remember to transfer it to me." He Zhixiu said it was money.

"...how much?" Jie Qingyang took a hard breath.

He Zhixiu paused for a moment, and said, "5, 2, 1, transfer the money to me through WeChat."

As soon as the words came out, Jie Qingyang fell into silence for a while, and then said angrily: "Did you add more dishes later? Why is it so expensive, and I will charge 520 yuan for a few dishes."

"...Then I'll give you a discount, 131.4 yuan."

"That's fine. I'll forward you the number of WeChat."

After taking a step back, the two happily added WeChat.

He Zhixiu's profile picture is a black Bengal cat, which is very mysterious and has a sense of story.

Unfortunately, Jie Qingyang's profile picture is a Jingdong cat, blue.

At that time, Jie Qingyang felt that he had earned money, so he readily transferred the money.

Didn't even say hello.

After He Zhixiu accepted it, he replied coldly: "Happy National Day."

Today is National Day, the flower shop must be doing very well, and he has to help.

Then unexpectedly, no matter what request he made, his mother agreed without hesitation, and asked him if he had enough money.

It's just a change of style.

What's the matter, could it be related to He Zhixiu?

Because he said from his mouth that if his mother didn't say that, it would be a good thing for him, but it would be a bad thing if he said it.

Jie Qingyang carefully chewed this sentence before going out, and realized that it is better not to ask, if his mother said it, it would not be as good as it is now.

So the National Day has been very comfortable these days. His mother didn't force him to study, but would occasionally remind him that he went out early and returned to the flower shop every day to help Hu Feiwei.

Hu Feiwei is not very talkative, practical, but his aesthetic level is quite unique, and his flower arrangement skills are first-rate. The business of the flower shop is particularly good, and the arranged flowers are sold out every day.

When Jie Qingyang came here, he also learned how to arrange flowers by himself, combining different flowers to form new bouquets.

There is only one bouquet of flowers in the flower shop that will not be sold, which is the flower called "First Love" that he dubbed last time. Hu Feiwei will change new ones every day, pink roses, no matter how much the customer pays, he will not sell them , and will not match it again.

The customer went to other stores to buy, but it seemed that the ones here were not as tasty.

Jie Qingyang asked him why he didn't sell it.

Hu Feiwei always likes to smoke a cigarette in his spare time, with a lazy voice, "First love is the only one, it should not be sold, it is worth remembering forever."

This sentence touched Jie Qingyang's heartstrings. In his heart, the position of first love has always been irreplaceable, otherwise he would not be so attached to Yan Jiajia, Yan Jiajia was his first woman.

But, "What was your first love, boss?"

Hu Feiwei stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, as if it was disrespectful to smoke and talk about this kind of topic, he grinned, showing his eight big white teeth, "Same as you, in high school. I gave her something, wrote him a note, and chased after her when she was found out. I really remember that time deeply. Every day I think about what to buy him for the next day, what to say, how to make her happier, girl It's actually very simple, not that complicated, sometimes it doesn't show up, it's probably because of shyness, but if you haven't promised you for a long time, you either don't like it, or hang on to you." Jie Qingyang thought about it, and I just chased one Month, whether it is a long time or not, it should not be counted, "Are you with your first love?"

Hu Feiwei nodded, "After chasing me for about half a year, she promised me that we will go to school together every day, and after school, the most worrying thing is the academic performance, and I will not worry about the real chai, rice, soy sauce and vinegar. The three years of high school are too short." high school.

"Why did they separate in the end?" Jie Qingyang asked the question along the lines of a pious listener.

"I fell in too deep, and my studies were delayed a lot. From the first place in the placement test in the first year of high school to the 45th in the class starting from the third year of high school, I was found to be in a relationship. The parents of both parties insisted on their opinions. We have no choice. Either drop out or break up." Hu Feiwei looked at him: "How do you choose?"

"Can't we pretend to break up and get together after the college entrance examination?"

Hu Feiwei froze for a moment, his eyes gradually changed from confused to clear, and his smile deepened, "Too serious, I didn't expect this," "So we can't be together now?"

Hu Feiwei shook his head, and lit another cigarette, "She got engaged some time ago, and the partner is a big boss, I can't compare."

"Engagement is not marriage, there is still a chance."

Hu Feiwei: "The point is not this, it's that I can't compare. I didn't even go to university, so my education is inferior to others."

The hearer finally felt a little sad, and Jie Qingyang sighed, "Do you regret it?"

"Regret, regret that I only knew what was good for her at the beginning, and didn't consider my own good. How can a person who can't even take care of himself be good for others."

Jie Qingyang was stunned, and asked without giving up, "Have you two met now? What about her attitude?"

The other party came with a helpless smile, "What do you think?"

The author has something to say: because there are thousands of updates on weekends!Usually it will be less and more, forgive me, little angels, okay?