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Chapter Twenty One
On the TV in the living room, there are currently popular TV shows.
Xu Shizheng saw the wonderful place, and there was a burst of joyful laughter outside.
Jing Miao, who was in the period of changing his voice, still had a slight hoarse voice, and was facing his father Jing like a baby: "Dad, that's the phone used by the male lead! I want that! You buy me!"
Jingfu's voice was soft and angrily said: "What kind of mobile phone to buy, be obedient, you are now at a critical stage, and you can learn more."
"Buy it, buy it," Jing Miao held Jingfu's arm and kept shaking: "Dad, you can buy it for me, okay? My classmates have it. I promise not to delay studying, okay? Okay? "
Father Jing coughed, after all he couldn't resist his son's request: "Okay, I'll buy it for you! But I can't afford to learn, have you heard?"
Jing Miao cheered: "Dad, you are so kind!"
Jing Ci stood barefoot on the chilly floor and lowered his eyes slightly as he listened to the laughter and laughter outside.
After a while, he picked up the phone.
In the box of 1982, Zheng Que finished singing a song, put down the microphone, drank saliva to moisturize his throat, and turned his head to look at He porridge next to him: "What the hell is it? Why isn't Brother Jiao coming? "
Zheng Que will have his birthday next Tuesday, just in time for school. A group of friends, friends, and friends discussed it in private, and simply opened a box in 1982 to celebrate Zheng Que's birthday and spend the end of the month holiday.
Zheng Que is usually well-known. Tonight, a boxer arrived in Wuwuyang. As soon as he entered the house, he drove the ghost and cried out.
"I don't know what he's up to," He porridge said while eating fruit, "Let him come with us, but he didn't. He said he was going home to take a bath and change clothes. Hey no, why is he doing this from now on? ?"
Peng Chengcheng poured two bottles of beer. He was already a little bit drunk at the moment. Hearing the words, his expressionless expression said: "Idol baggage."
He porridge rolled his eyes and said, "Take him." After a pause, he said, "It's not necessarily. Maybe it was going home to get a present for Lao Zheng. It was an excuse deliberately."
When Zheng Que heard this, he was eager to try: "Don't you say I haven't thought of a gift yet, what do you say, why do I look forward to it so much."
Several people were talking, the door of the box was opened, and Ying Jiao walked in from outside wearing black casual clothes.
"I'm going." He rubbed his ears and frowned when listening to the song that was not in the tune: "Are you Xiaoyue?"
"Don't talk about those there!" Zheng Que jumped up to him and stretched out his hand at him: "Where is my gift?"
Ying Jiao licked his lips and looked at him: "What gift? Isn't it the biggest gift I have come?"
Zheng Que: "..."
He congee looked at him with a single word: "Brother Jiao, celebrate Lao Zheng's birthday today in advance, so take your time."
Ying Jiao hummed a laugh, took out a gift box from his pocket and threw it to Zheng Que: "Take it and play."
He bypassed Zheng Que, sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of drink, plugged in a straw, and drank while looking at his mobile phone.
There are a lot of new news, but none of them are from Jing Ci.
Yingjiao grinds his teeth lightly and doesn't reply to his news, right, this little unscrupulous...
"Wow!!!" Zheng Que unpacked the gift box with all his hands, and suddenly cried out in surprise: "LP's earphones! I want it for a long time!" He scrambled and ran to Ying Jiao. Salivating a face: "Dad! What else do you need? Do you want fruit? Do you want beer? I'll get it for you!"
He Cong didn't even look at his dogleg look: "Old Zheng, calm down, just a pair of headphones."
"What do you know?!" Zheng Que raised his head like a cockfight and retorted loudly, "Is this a normal headset?! This is an LP headset! A pair of more than 3,000!!!"
"Good, good," He Zhou didn't argue with him: "It's good if you are happy."
Zheng Que looked at Ying Jiao with bright eyes: "Dad!"
"Go ahead," Ying Jiao pressed on the screen of his phone and pushed him away impatiently: "Don't bother me."
"Okay! Get out of here!" Zheng Que held the earphones, and jumped away.
He Zhou sat down next to Yingjiao and wondered: "Brother Jiao, what are you doing? Why do you always look at your phone?" He leaned over to take a look, and when Yingjiao raised his hand, He Zhou only saw a WeChat chat interface.
"Is there a situation?"
Yingjiao was in a bad mood at the moment, and was too lazy to care about him. The phone tapped on the screen. Just as he was about to enter something, a new message suddenly popped out——
[Jing]: It's not uncomfortable, I have already eaten, thank you.
After a few seconds, another one came—
[Jing]: Have you eaten yet?
A smile finally appeared in Ying Jiao’s eyes. He raised his phone, took a photo at the coffee table, and lowered his head to edit the message.
[Arrogance]: Not yet, I'm celebrating Zheng Que's birthday. There is no serious meal, but a bunch of messy things [Picture]
[Arrogance]: A group of idiots howling my head hurts, annoying, what are you doing?
The phone buzzed, and finally there was a sound in the quiet room. Compared with the lively living room, it no longer seemed lonely and deserted.
Jing Ci put down his pen, and when he responded to the message, the corners of his lips unconsciously brought a smile on——
[Scenery]: Write homework.
[Jing]: Have you finished memorizing "Pipa Xing"?
In the box, Ying Jiao was drinking a drink. When he saw the new news, he choked.
He took out the tissue and wiped his mouth while replying to Jing Ci. After typing most of a sentence, after thinking about it, he deleted it and edited it again—
[Pride]: What rewards do you have after I recite?
Jing Ci frowned slightly and replied seriously——
[Jing]: Learning is for myself.
[Arrogance]: Can’t it work, little classmates, don’t you give me some motivation?
[Jing]: What do you want?
[Arrogance]: Give me another squeeze?
Jing Ci pursed his lips, remembering the scene when Ying Jiao pinched his face that day, his cheeks were a little hot. He buckled down the screen of the phone, picked up the pen and continued to write the paper, without paying attention to Winjiao.
Yingjiao didn't get entangled either, but from time to time sent Jing Ci some pictures of them playing, or told him something interesting.
In this way, Jing Ci looked at the news from Yingjiao while doing his homework, and occasionally replied one or two sentences, never thinking about the living room again.
Jingci had already formed his biological clock and woke up before six o'clock the next morning. He didn't go back to sleep, got up and went to the bathroom to wash.
The Jing's house is more than 100 square meters, with a total of three bedrooms and one living room, with only one bathroom.
Halfway through Jing Ci's washing, Jing Miao suddenly came in cursingly: "You are crazy! Wake up so early on the big weekend! Did you let others sleep?!"
Jing Ci's washing sound was not loud. He even closed the bathroom door deliberately. Even if there was movement, it would not affect Jing Miao, who was the furthest away from the bathroom in the room.
He wiped the water drops on his face and looked at Jing Miao indifferently, "There is a rule at home that I can't get up at six?"
"You!" Jing Miao choked, raised his chin and looked at Jing Ci, and said confidently, "Anyway, you can't affect my sleep!"
Jing Ci glanced at him, ignored him, and walked past him blankly.
His ignorant attitude irritated Jing Miao. Jing Miao stepped up to him and blocked his way: "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me talking to you?!"
"Get out of the way," Jing Ci looked down at him, his tone calm and no ups and downs: "You are in the way."
Jing Miao didn't know what was going on. He looked at him like this and suddenly felt a little bit frustrated in his heart.
Although Jingci used to have an arrogant attitude and always liked to yell, but he was never afraid of him, and only regarded him as a paper tiger. Today, however, Jing Ci stopped screaming and didn't say harsh words anymore, he was scared.
Jing Miao unconsciously gave way to the side, Jing Ci didn't even look at him, and went straight back to his room.
He plans to go out soon and find a place to do his homework. When the school is open in the afternoon, go back to school directly. The day after tomorrow, will study with high school students in the classroom.
This home makes him feel uncomfortable everywhere.
When Jing Ci packed up and was about to go out, Jing's father also got up. Seeing his neat appearance, his brows suddenly frowned. He wanted to say something, and he closed his mouth thinking that Jing Ci had left.
He took out his cell phone and looked at Jing Ci with a faint expression: "I will transfer you the cost of living this month. You save some flowers. Don't come back if you don't have enough. I won't be used to you anymore."
After a pause, he added another sentence: "It's okay, don't come back, just stay at school."
The phone shook, Jing Ci glanced down, it was the transfer information.
Jingfu transferred him a thousand yuan in total.
"I see." Jing Ci nodded, bent over to change his shoes, and left the house without looking back.
Father Jing shook his head in the back: "The older you are, the more hopeless you are, and you don't even say hello when you leave..."
It was during the month-end vacation, most of the shops around the school were few people. Jing Ci found a dessert shop, ordered a cup of sea salt milk green, and drank while writing papers.
Yesterday he finished most of his homework in one go, and there were only three or two kittens left on the papers that he hadn't written yet. After Jing Ci finished writing the rest of his homework, he went to the bookstore to find a few books of interest and read them when he was idle.
At noon, Jing Ci ate dinner in the nearby fly restaurant, and then went to the bookstore.
He glanced up at the signs on the bookshelf and walked to the science knowledge area. He chose a few Olympiad books, and then a book of "History of Mathematics" and a book of "Geometric Elements". After checking out the book together, he carried plastic. The bag walked out of the bookstore.
The school didn’t open until 2:30 in the afternoon. Jing Ci was thinking about where to stay for an hour in the middle. The phone in his pocket suddenly shook. He changed the plastic bag to his left hand, and reached into his pocket with his right hand. cell phone.
[Arrogance]: What are you doing?
Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, and simply replied
[Scenery]: Write homework.
[Arrogance]: At home?
[Jing]: Yes.
[Arrogance]: You look back.
Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, and did not move, another message popped up.
[Arrogance]: Looking back.
Jing Ci held the phone and turned around slowly.
Ying Jiao was standing behind him. Seeing him turning back, he smiled and said, "Caught a little student who lied."
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