Your brother will take you to lie down and win

In the class before, some students would take the initiative to talk to Feng Rui one after another, mostly boys, very few girls.

On Tuesday night, before Feng Rui got home, he was dragged into a small group of seven people who were all girls except him.

The seven girls were all girls in his class. As soon as he pulled him in, they chirped and asked him about the coffee shop and Huo Lingran. After getting an affirmative answer, the group was excited like Chinese New Year, and they all expressed that they would definitely go next Tuesday.

Feng Rui thought about it, and felt that this was a good opportunity to change his situation in the class. He contacted Jiang Lanxin that night and said that he would buy dozens of cups of coffee tomorrow morning, and wanted to hire a full-time clerk to make it for him. Jiang Lan had to figure out a way to see how to get these dozens of cups of coffee into the door.

Jiang Lanxin said that this is not difficult, there is no need to send it, the classroom where the meeting was held before has coffee beans and a coffee machine, if you want to make it, you can make it yourself.

Feng Rui then asked Jiang Lanxin for the access code of the community classroom.

Jiang Lan gave it heartily, and did not forget to say: "Remember to pay."

Feng Rui looked at the phone, thinking that this is also a strong woman.

After contacting Jiang Lanxin, contact Huo Lingran again, and ask him to find some post-it notes before going to bed, and write the names of the girls in his class on the paper, which he will use tomorrow.

At that time, Feng Shuwen was sitting beside him scratching his feet. Knowing that Feng Rui was sending messages to Huo Lingran in his name, he wondered: "Huo Lingran is really talking about you now, isn't he, me?"

Feng Shuwen touched his chin with the hand that had finished picking his feet, and said, "It's amazing."

Feng Rui slapped him on the back of his hand: "After picking your feet and touching your face?"

Feng Shuwen quickly put down his hands and said, "It's okay, you don't have athlete's foot."

Feng Rui asked quietly: "Who told you to pick my feet with my hands?"

Feng Shuwen has been hanging out with the fat man a lot recently, and he opened his mouth to talk about shit and fart: "I wipe your fart with your hand after I poop..."

Feng Rui took out the feather duster that he hadn't thrown away so far.

Feng Shuwen: Hey!The burden of being an idol doesn't have to be so heavy!

The next day, there was an extra cup of coffee on the desk of every student in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School.

Not only was there coffee, but the girls' coffee cups also had sticky notes with their names written by Huo Lingran himself.

Girls:! ! !

Feng Rui: You're welcome.

Someone among the boys jokingly asked Feng Rui: "Will you give us a name written by Jiang Lanxin himself someday?"

Feng Rui: "Yes."

Boys: "!!!"

Even the front seat who won't turn his head once in 800 years, and the good friends and neighbors in the front seat looked over one after another: "Is it true?"

Feng Rui said lightly: "If you don't believe me, you can pretend to be me bragging."

The front seat was silent for a moment: "I want it too." I want the autograph of the goddess.

Feng Rui got up and walked out, giving him the back of the head.

Friday, school art festival.

The activity was in the evening, and Yuren's classes were suspended at [-]:[-] pm.

Generally, when encountering such a large-scale event, there are basically two polarizations: those who want to participate stay, and those who do not want to participate leave.

So those who stayed in school after three o'clock were basically students waiting to go to the school theater to watch performances.

Feng Rui didn't have a stage program, and he didn't bother to join in the excitement of the show. He just remembered the agreement with the old man Jiangchuan Road: to shoot a piece of Jiang Lanxin's piano music.

So before the performance in the auditorium at five o'clock, he read in the classroom.

Huo Lingran who was sitting beside him was also reading the book.

In late November, the weather turns cooler. If there is sunshine during the day, the temperature will rise to 20 degrees for a short time.

On a 20-degree day, short sleeves are too cold, but long sleeves are just right, but Huo Lingran has always been wearing a short-sleeved white T-shirt, with his arms propped on the table, his gaze lowered intently, writing and drawing on the manuscript paper.

Feng Rui has a bad habit of sitting posture. He has developed a habit since he was a child. After sitting for a long time, he will get down on the ground. When he is down, he will occasionally close his eyes and squint for a while. It is the same at this moment.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Huo Lingran next to him, who was wearing short sleeves and his arms were exposed, doing the quiz.

Feng Rui was in a trance for a moment——

Huo Lingran's current appearance is actually somewhat different from his impression.

In my impression, Huo Lingran is either a small one, as big as Feng Shuwen's little butt with a runny nose and hugging his legs; or he is already in elementary school, well dressed, carrying a big schoolbag, and he is not as tall as his chest .

Without exception, they all look like children.

What now?

When I grew up, I was about 1.8 meters tall, and my body shape and posture were very different from when I was a child. Even my arms have tight muscle lines, um, and my Adam's apple.

Seeing Adam's apple at a glance, Feng Rui remembered the scene he saw on the corridor bridge between AB buildings a few days ago.

He was downstairs at that time, and Huo Lingran was standing on the covered bridge with his back to him, leaning on the railing, leaning on the railing with his elbows back, just standing like this, with his chin raised slightly and his head raised, without doing anything , like basking in the sun, and blowing the wind.

Because he was standing at a slanted angle, from bottom to top, he could just see the sunlight shining from Huo Lingran's side, lightly passing through the boy's handsome outline, and the sun's light and shadow just hit the position of his Adam's apple, The neck stretched slightly, the Adam's apple moved, and the light separated, overlapped, and overlapped with the part that represented masculine characteristics.

Feng Rui was a little dazed that day, thinking about it now, he felt like laughing.

What is he fascinated by Huo Lingran? In Jiang Lanxin's words: Isn't it pretty?

Feng Rui closed his eyes again, changed to a prone position, rested his forehead on his arms, and continued to squint.

Huo Lingran who was next to him turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing that Feng Rui seemed to be falling asleep on his stomach, he seemed to be about to fall asleep. He reached into the belly of the table, took out his school uniform, shook it off, and held it with one hand. Gently put it on Feng Rui's back.

As soon as he put it on, Feng Rui suddenly raised his head and met Huo Lingran with a glance.

The two of you looked at me and I looked at you, Huo Lingran's clothed hand was still stretched out to Feng Rui's side.

As if caught on the spot, Huo Lingran paused and looked back at Feng Rui.

Feng Rui didn't make much fuss, stretched out his hand to pull the clothes on his shoulders, said thank you, and lay down again.

Huo Lingran withdrew his hand and smiled.

Feng Rui just put on Huo Lingran's clothes, dozed off for a while, and didn't feel anything when he woke up, until he went to the auditorium to record Jiang Lanxin's piano music, and while walking on the road, he suddenly turned his head and sniffed his shoulder .

There is a very light and refreshing smell, I can't describe it specifically, I can only confirm that it is not his own, it seems to be stained somewhere.

It was only then that Feng Rui remembered that he had put on a coat in the afternoon.

Huo Lingran's body smell?

Feng Rui raised his eyebrows.

In the crowded auditorium, Feng Rui stood in the far corner of the front row.

When Jiang Lanxin appeared on stage, he raised the phone in his hand sideways towards the stage.

On the stage, the girl sitting in front of the piano was elegant and graceful. On the screen of her mobile phone, Jiang Lan calmly played two wrong notes in succession.

Feng Rui's eyes were originally on the recorded video, but when he heard a few obvious mistakes, he looked up at the stage in surprise.

Fortunately, the performance was smooth and smooth, and the little mistake seemed to have not existed under the cover of calmness, and the past passed away.

Jiang Lanxin made her curtain call gracefully.

Feng Rui didn't take it seriously at first, he just thought it was a minor accident during the performance, if he played the wrong song, he played it wrong, he just came to help the old man record the video, and it was over after the recording was sent.

As a result, as soon as I left the auditorium, I saw Jiang Lanxin wearing the dress she just performed, stepping on high heels, and clutching her mobile phone. She ran out of the backstage door with a menacing face, and sprayed on her mobile phone: "Jiang Yu! You bastard!" I'm not finished with you!"

Feng Rui: "..."

Goddess, your design is broken.

Goddess Jiang didn't care at all, and holding her skirt in front of the vending machine outside the auditorium, she gave Feng Rui a bottle of mineral water for nothing.

After whoring, oh no, after drinking, stare at Feng Rui: "What are you looking at?"

Have you ever seen a girl go crazy?

Feng Rui pointed to his eyes and reminded: "You lost one of your false eyelashes." It was sprayed off when I was talking to someone on the phone just now.

Jiang Lanxin raised her hand and pulled the other one as well.

Feng Ruixin said that this is not only a strong woman, but also a woman.

The girl Jiang probably just didn't enjoy her slandering, and seeing Feng Rui didn't like it at the moment, she opened her mouth and asked, "What are you doing here? Didn't you go to the coffee shop to be on duty?"

Feng Rui: "I'm on duty on Tuesday."

Jiang Lanxin: "From now on, you are worth it on Friday."

Feng Rui: "?"

Jiang Lanxin also felt that these words sounded like a radical or a psychopath, so she raised her hand and slapped her forehead: "Forget it."

With a sigh of relief, the straight shoulders on the stage gradually loosened, and it seemed a little wronged.

It's just that this grievance is more like the illusion of a bystander, passing by in a flash.

Feng Rui could see it clearly, and knew that Jiang Lan didn't need others to care about her, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Gradually calming down, Jiang Lan's heart also recovered her usual arrogance and rationality. Thinking of what Feng Rui might be doing here, she asked, "Have you finished recording the video?"

Feng Rui: "Yes."

Jiang Lan took a deep breath: "I'm sorry, I borrowed the song from you. After practicing for so long, I still can't play it well in the end."

Feng Rui: "You don't need to apologize to me."

Jiang Lan waved her hands, as if she didn't have the energy to continue talking, she lifted her skirt, turned and left.

Feng Rui saw that she was obviously a little discouraged, but when she turned around, she was still proud of her back, and suddenly remembered an acquaintance——

Zhou Yan.

Miss Zhou back then.

—

That night.

Feng Shuwen was surprised: "My sister Yanzi is actually Bai Fumei?!"

Yi Zha: "No wonder the gossip has been rumored for so many years and it's just a gossip. She didn't even take a fancy to you."

Feng Rui lowered his head to brush the questions, and casually greeted the feather duster placed on the corner of the table.

Feng Shuwen on the opposite side of the desk just shut up.

After a while, Feng Shuwen raised his head from the exercise book, and began to think again: "Jiang Lanxin's family's affairs, there are quite a lot of versions in our school."

Among so many versions, there are a few points that are very consistent, that is, Jiang Lanxin is not an only child, she has an older brother and a twin younger brother.

The elder brother has already entered the family business to take the lead and is highly valued. The younger brother is the same age as her and is in a private high school in a neighboring city.

Because of the elder brother's growth path and the family's expectations for them, the siblings knew from an early age that only the best can get more resources, and otherwise they will be given up.

So Jiang Lan has always worked hard, no matter in class or extracurricular interests.

Feng Shuwen smacked his lips: "Well, I heard that she seems to be no match for her younger brother..."

Feng Rui handed over a paper: "40 minutes, finish."

Feng Shuwen forgot what he was going to say, turned his head to look at the wall clock on the wall, with a shocked face: "Brother, it's already twelve o'clock."

Do another paper, do you still want to sleep?

Feng Rui didn't even raise his head: "Why don't you see how late it is when you are discussing other people's family affairs enthusiastically."

Feng Shuwen: I cry.

While crying, she spread out the paper, picked up the pen, raised her eyes, and suddenly saw Feng Rui sniffing his shoulder.

?

Feng Shuwen didn't understand, so he said, "Brother, what do you smell?"

Feng Rui frowned and raised his eyes, fiercely: "Not enough papers?"

Feng Shuwen hurriedly lowered his head and filled the paper with his pen.

Feng Rui sniffed.

The smell on Huo Lingran's body was strange. I don't know if it was the smell of laundry detergent, but it was quite long-lasting, and it kept sticking to his body.

—

On Tuesday, 'LAN', Feng Rui and Huo Lingran were on duty at the coffee shop.

Jiang Lan's heart is also there.

Jiang Nvqiang came to sit in the store, regardless of the duty and business situation, she found a corner seat by herself, with a laptop in front of her, chatting with the store manager all the time.

Outside her corner, the atmosphere of the whole coffee shop was extremely hot, students came in and out like they stepped through the threshold, and the customers who ordered were lined up in a long line.

Jiang Lanxin looked at the computer screen seriously most of the time, and occasionally turned her head to look at Huo Lingran and Feng Rui behind the bar.

She was more than surprised, she could simply be described as incomprehensible.

——How did Feng Shuwen manage to be so enthusiastic and appropriate?

——Huo Lingran can actually let go of his airs of cultivating a benevolent male god?

Originally, she just wanted to use the faces of the two handsome men as a movable type signboard, but she never expected that the signboard actually came alive.

Even the store manager said that the two weeks only had Tuesdays, and the business was very good, and the matching sales plan was also very popular.

Jiang Lanxin watched today's event: buy two + 5 yuan and get one free.

Invisible gift: Huo Lingran's autographed name of the person who ordered the order.

Jiang Lan was amused, he used them as a signboard, and they were quite capable of dealing with him.

As soon as he turned his head, "Feng Shuwen" walked up to him, and handed over a pen and note paper.

Jiang Lan raised her eyes and looked back.

Feng Rui motioned to a table of boys at the door: "Six copies, 12 cups of coffee."

Jiang Lan's eyes narrowed slightly with a gloomy expression.

Feng Rui continued: "These 12 cups, one cup counts as eighty."

"..." Jiang Lan glanced at the basketball team from the corner of his mind, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you just drink [-]?"

Feng Rui smiled: "Eight hundred for a cup, you have to sign a few more signs." For example, XXX classmates have to sign on their clothes, "I guess you don't like it."

Jiang Lanxin: "..."

Feng Rui said with a sincere face: "Sign it, you won't lose money, and you'll make a sure profit."

The word "stable earning" entered Jiang Lan's heart firmly.

She thought about it, and finally copied the names of a few boys on the sticky note.

After copying, handed it to Feng Rui, expressionless: "A cup of one hundred and fifty."

Feng Rui smiled: "Okay, I'll talk about it."

Of course, the guys from the basketball team nodded and gave Feng Rui red envelopes to pay for coffee in the group, willingly getting slaughtered.

The captain also said to Feng Rui: "Next time Jiang Lanxin comes over again, please shout from the group."

Feng Rui teased: "The next time you sign, the price of coffee may increase."

The captain grabbed Feng Rui's hand with tears in his eyes: "Brother, don't say one hundred and fifty, if the goddess is willing to look me in the eye, I will also buy one hundred million and five coffee beans."

The team members applauded the captain in their hearts: the highest level of dog licking.

Feng Rui pulled out his hands and advised them: "Wake up."

Walking back to the bar, Feng Rui shook his head amusedly.

Standing by the side, Huo Lingran glanced at the basketball team captain's hand, and then turned to look at the basketball team's table.

Feng Rui didn't pay attention to him, and was lowering his head to write the student's name on the newly ordered coffee cup, and handed it to Huo Lingran after writing: "Hazelnut latte."

Huo Lingran stretched out his hand, and put it on the back of Feng Rui's hand as if unintentionally.

Feng Rui thought that if he didn't connect it properly, the cup might fall to the ground, so he turned his head and said, "Be careful."

Huo Lingran's fingers brushed from the back of Feng Rui's hand, and he took the coffee cup calmly: "Yes." He brought the burning heat of his fingertips.

That night, it was already closed, and Jiang Lanxin hadn't left yet.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, a black car with double flashing lights was parked on the side of the street—obviously waiting for Jiang Lanxin.

Jiang Lan supported her arms and forehead, and was still looking at the computer, but her eyes were numb, as if she was in a daze.

She didn't move, the full-time shop assistants all left, Feng Rui took a sandwich from the freezer and handed it to Huo Lingran as usual.

This scene happened to be seen by Jiang Lanxin who was in a daze. Feng Rui turned to her while taking the sandwich and said, "I paid the money before."

Jiang Lan shook her head, casually, and was about to look away, Feng Rui: "Do you want to eat?"

Jiang Lan paused and looked back.

Feng Rui held the last sandwich in his hand: "I invite you." The overly bright expression burned Jiang Lanxin's eyes, but she didn't want to refuse.

Jiang Lanxin: "Thank you."

Not long after, half of the lights in the store were turned off, and the black car was still parked on the street outside the door with double jumps.

Feng Rui, Huo Lingran, and Jiang Lanxin were sitting at the same small round table, and the sandwiches were eaten seven or eight times.

Jiang Lanxin's depression today is visible to the naked eye, and the reason is not elsewhere.

"My store may be open for another two months at most."

"I lost."

It's normal for the store to not be able to keep going. Feng Rui has countless shops and office real estate in his hands. Tenants come and go, changing one crop after another. He understands better than anyone how difficult it is to run a physical business.

But this sentence lost?

Jiang Lanxin: "My brother, he also opened a coffee shop. The financial support we got at the beginning is the same, and the time is about the same. The business is better than whoever later."

"I originally thought that this time was a test at home, which of the two of us is more capable of doing business, running a business, and coordinating in all aspects."

"In the end, he didn't open his own shop at all. He used the money to invest in a coffee shop that had been opened a long time ago. He counted all the sales of that coffee shop's peak season on his own head, and filled in the money to make coupons to attract customers. "

"My dad thought his brain was too good for business, so he gave him another 200 million."

"Also tell me not to open a shop, take it easy, do my studies well and get a good diploma. If you say I can't do it, it's not this material. I can't toss about Jiang Yu."

Jiang Lanxin was obviously confiding, the more she talked, the worse her mood became, her eyes turned red.

But it only became red for a moment, and then returned to cold and arrogant.

"Fucking 'I can't'."

Feng Rui is funny, this fuck him, I don't know if it refers to her brother, or the father who said she can't do it.

But when it comes to posting money to attract traffic, this method...

Feng Rui thought of a certain boss who had done the same thing in one of his office buildings.

In the end, he lost all his underwear and went bankrupt.

Feng Rui understands what Jiang Lan is angry about: her brother's approach may not be feasible, and it is still unknown whose coffee shop will survive for a long time.

But Jiang Lanxin's father came to a conclusion early on. He felt that the daughter who was down-to-earth to open a store was not smart enough, and that the son who was buying shares and subsidizing money to attract traffic had a qualified business mind.

Is that so?

of course not.

Feng Rui's society is much mixed, he has a wide range of knowledge, and he understands more or less from the bottom of his heart. The reason may be because of——

Feng Rui: "His father thought she was a girl."

The black car that was driving Jiang Lanxin home quietly drove past Feng Rui and Huo Lingran who were walking side by side, leaving behind a pair of dazzling taillights.

And reality is far more dazzling than headlights.

——Girls are always not expected in career and competition.

Girls from poor families are more likely to drop out of school, girls from middle-class families are more likely to be expected by their parents to get a good diploma so that they can find a good husband, and girls from upper-class families are also more likely to be labeled as inferior to other boys in the family.

Huo Lingran: "But at least she still has a chance."

Huo Lingran's point of view is different from Feng Rui's. In Huo Lingran's eyes, Jiang Lanxin, who is driven by luxury cars and who can get a lot of money from his family to open a coffee shop in his teens, is far better than thousands of other people in this world.

Either way, she is strong.

In a sense, this world will not easily sympathize with the strong.

Jiang Lanxin's distress is often difficult to be understood by others, because most people do not have her wealth.

Huo Lingran didn't have any sympathy either, not because he didn't have her wealth and couldn't empathize with her, but because he thought she was strong.

The strong have only a brief dip, and then bounce back with a bigger pick-up.

No one needs sympathy.

Feng Rui clicked his tongue, and looked at Huo Lingran for his words, with appreciation in his eyes.

The wind passed by at night, bringing the breath of the people around him, and Feng Rui smelled that familiar smell again.

At this time, Feng Rui belatedly realized that this was not the smell of laundry detergent at all, but the unique youthful aura of Huo Lingran.

It's strange, he had this smell once, and it seemed like he couldn't get rid of it, it was there all the time, and he could smell it all the time.

It seems to be branded, and it seems to take root.

Before parting, Feng Rui looked at Huo Lingran for a few times, and finally had a clear and brand new understanding: Huo Lingran is no longer a child.

In Feng Rui's concept, because of his own growth experience, he has always only divided men into two types.

One is children who have not yet had their own understanding of life.

For example, Huo Lingran before, and Feng Shuwen all along.

The other type is men.

Whether adult or young.

Huo Lingran, he has grown up.

He is a man now.

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