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"Clean up and take the plane back tomorrow. I'll buy the ticket for you. It's an expression of apology for ignoring you that day." Gong Jiang glanced at the rent-seeking information displayed by Feng Ying, and gave instructions expressionlessly. .

"I won't go back." Feng Ying had a firm attitude, "I want to stay."

"I'm not your teacher or family member, and I have no obligation to educate you. Listen, part-time work is not a job that the rich second generation like you can afford. Go home quickly, apologize to your family, and act as if nothing happened. Then enjoy yourself when you want to have fun, go to school when you want to go to school, don't step into the swamp of society when you can still enjoy it, then you won't be able to get out...I say, don't keep getting so close." Gong Jiang Opening the door to watch him wash the dishes, he washed the dishes with clean water and dish soap indiscriminately, and put them on the dish rack, "Did you hear what I just said?"

Feng Ying stared at Gong Jiang's every move with bright eyes, as if washing dishes is such a miraculous and unbelievable scientific reaction.

"I heard it." Feng Ying answered casually after a while, "Ah... what did you just say?"

"..."

"Generation gap is an insurmountable gap." Gong Jiang felt goosebumps when he read these words in books before, but now he has personally experienced the charm of these words.It turns out that literature really comes from life.

The small rented house is dilapidated, but it is also two bedrooms, one living room and one balcony, but there is only one bed, and it will be crowded if two big men sleep together.Gong Jiang Dayi gave up the bed and pillows awe-inspiringly, and squeezed himself into the sofa that was so narrow that even his two long legs couldn't fit it.At first, Feng Ying was unwilling to live and die, and then he pulled out the big truth of "sleeping on your bed, and I have to make the quilt for you when you get up...I'm so lazy", Gong Jiang pushed her onto the bed without saying a word , close the door and lock the door, get up tomorrow morning and let people go.

There was no heating in the hall, Gong Jiang shrunk into a ball and couldn't warm himself, the cold air invaded his body, and the alcohol fueled the fire in his skull, he couldn't sleep, so he grabbed a book, it was a few days ago The "Buddhist Sutra" given to him by a model under his command, the model said that he must recite more Buddhist scriptures, which is good for his physical and mental health. He has always been materialistic and dismissed it, but it is really thanks to this idealist brochure. The words hypnotized him.

He has always been a very light sleeper, and he would habitually wake up when there was any movement around him, but this time he had a very comfortable and long dream. When he woke up, he found that his body was covered by heating, which made him so warm. The heart frozen by alcohol has a temperature.

The biological clock still pulled him up.

"Oh shit." Gong Jiang almost rolled to the ground.The high bed, soft pillows, and heating, everything reminded him that he was lying on the bed.He obviously slept on the sofa last night, why did he come to bed?

He jumped out of the bed and ran out, feeling pained by the cold floor, then ran back belatedly, dragged the slippers he hadn't put on, hopped out three times, and met Peng who was holding the bowl and chopsticks head-on. Hit.

"Be careful." Feng Ying changed to holding the bowl with one hand, and supported the rushing Gong Jiang with his free hand.

The alluring scent immediately lingered in her nose, Gong Jiang looked at the bowl in Feng Ying's hand, it turned out to be beef and egg flower clear soup noodles, and it was well-cooked.

"You did it?" Gong Jiang couldn't believe it.

"That's right." Feng Ying put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and kept his other hand supporting Gong Jiang, "Try it."

The scent came back again. "Why don't you turn on the range hood?" Gong Jiang paused, seeing the whirling smoke hood, then tightly closed her mouth, "It's okay... Hey, where do you put your hands? Only then did Gong Jiang realize that there was a piece of "dog skin plaster" on her waist, and she immediately slapped it away, "Don't touch me."

"I'm just helping you." Feng Ying raised his hands innocently, "I didn't do anything."

Gong Jiang glanced at him, went to wash up first, and then interrogated the "problem child" while eating noodles with the serious expression of the third division.

"How did I get into bed last night?"

"I hugged you, you are so light, don't you even eat meat?"

"...Shut up. How did you open the door?"

"Pry it with two needles. I'm the best at it. Before my parents locked me in the room and forced me to learn this and that, I took advantage of them to leave and pried the door and slipped out to play."

"...Next question. Did you know how to cook noodles before?"

"No, I just learned from you last night."

Gong Jiang was choked by a mouthful of noodles, and took a big mouthful of milk to calm herself down: "Ahem, you only watched it once, and you cooked it well... Well, although it's worse than my skill, it's barely better. It’s okay.” He didn’t want to admit that this guy’s cooking skills were better than his, the umami of the beef soaked into the noodles, and the roots were full of meaty fragrance, the noodles were cooked just right, full of elasticity, and the taste was amazing. Going to open a store is definitely full of guests.

This little kid is talented.

"For no reason, why cook noodles?"

"If you owe a favor, you have to pay it back, if you don't pay it back, you have to..."

"Stop, stop," Gong Jiang stopped the magical brainwashing of "I'm so lazy" in time, and put down the leftover dishes, "I'm going to work later. Think carefully about what I said yesterday, do you want to?" Go back and think about it for yourself. There are still vegetables in the refrigerator. If I don’t come back, you can cook and eat by yourself, and the water is the same. You can cook and drink whatever you want. There is only one door key. If you are sure you want to share the rent, I will match it for you. But I have to remind you, you are penniless now, and the rent is not cheap."

At the end of the speech, Gong Jiang finished washing the dishes, went back to her room, changed into a suit, and stood in front of the only full-length mirror at home to put on a tie.The full-length mirror is very short, only big enough to accommodate Gong Jiang's body below her neck. I don't know if it was placed deliberately. The full-length mirror is placed in a narrow aisle. Even if it retreats to the base of the wall, you can't see your face. There is no mirror at home where you can see your face.

Gong Jiang never looked at her own face, even if he hadn't seen her own face for seven years, she couldn't remember what she looked like.What he wants is to forget completely, because this face has a long scar that ruined the rest of his life.

Gong Jiang got off the bus, lit a cigarette, held the cigarette between her fingers, and pressed her wrist against the uneven scar. to the corners of the lips.Accompanied by pale smoke, he walked into the company gate.

He heard the new girl at the front desk talking about his scar with gossip.Perhaps because they are not deeply involved in the world, their voices are full of curiosity and fun—"I heard that he was nicknamed 'Gong Chou' because of the ugly scars on his face." He's very handsome, and the nickname 'Gong Chou' is inexplicably cute"—but Gong Jiang promises that when they get caught up in the dust of society, they will definitely tell others his dirty stories in a tone of contempt.

In this society, if you are given a candy, there may be a poison under the candy paper. If you take it heartlessly, you will suffer for a lifetime.

He snuffed out the last puff of his cigarette, swallowed a mint, and sprayed the men's deodorant spray on his body a few times to straighten out the wrinkles in his clothes.

Decentness is his goal melted into his blood and engraved into his bone marrow. He wants to live a decent life and completely draw a line from the dirty and unsightly past, so that people can't pick out his faults from top to bottom.

The model who caused trouble yesterday, Lu Jian, walked towards him, as if he wanted to use money to classify people into different classes. He was wearing an expensive brand name, and his eyes were haughty. After glancing at Gong Jiang's unknown suit, he raised his head high: "Morning." His tone was full of mocking coldness.

"Lu Jian looks down on people who have no money", this is gossip spread by word of mouth in the company.

As long as you are not as rich as him, you will be classified as "without money" by him, even if he is just a rich second generation who holds his uncle's property and achieves nothing.

"This is the compensation and food money you paid in advance for me yesterday. I'll bring the money to pay you back." Lu Jian asked his assistant to quickly take out a stack of cash from his wallet, stack it high, and quickly pushed it to Gong Jiang.

In the age of electronic transactions, throwing out a large stack of banknotes can't help but make people combine this behavior with "showing off their wealth".

Lu Jian despised Gong Jiang, who was counting the money, with a gesture of "this is the master's reward for you": "You don't need to look for the rest." After finishing speaking, he was about to turn his head and leave, for fear that Gong Jiang, a layman, would be tarnished by the bad luck. His golden body.

In his eyes, yesterday Gong Jiang's low-browed and pleasing appearance was no different from that of a dog. He looked down on Gong Jiang, but he forgot that the instigator who forced Gong Jiang to bow down was himself.

"Wait a minute." Gong Jiang stopped Lu Jian. He took out a shiny new banknote from his wallet and returned it to Lu Jian, "It doesn't need to be so much. I invited you to eat, and I will pay for it."

The money back was a lot, not even [-] cents for Lu Jian.

Every piece of money is new, and even a dollar is shiny.Gong Jiang has two wallets, one holds the old money that is usually used for transactions, and the other holds the new money that is specially used to save face.What should I do if I can't get a new gross invoice at the bank?He rubbed the accumulated coins until they were as shiny as new ones, and he would have face when handed out.

Lu Jian looked at the wad of old money he gave out, his face turned green. Compared with the new money, his old money was really like green straw paper in the 90s, only enough to go in and out of the dirty place like the toilet.

"Be careful when driving in the future, there will be no next time." Gong Jiang warned Lu Jian in a stern tone.

Lu Jian was rushing his head angrily for losing face with his money, and gouged out Gong Jiang's eyes: "You want to take care of it?"

"I am your agent, that is, your person in charge. I am responsible for your words and deeds."

"Tch," Lu Jian sneered sarcastically, pointing his finger at Gong Jiang's body unceremoniously, "What else can you do besides nodding and bowing down to apologize? Don't just point fingers at me just because you are my manager, let me tell you , My parents dare not say that about me, but I am just a lackey of the company, what are you barking about!"

"Please be careful what you say." The veins on Gong Jiang's forehead were almost bursting, "This is the company, not your home."

"I didn't swear, nor did I swear at your family," Lu Jian spread his arms, "Is there anything worth noting."

"I am your elder. Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders? Do you want me to teach you?"

Lu Jian exploded: "What do you mean, scolding me for having no tutor?"

Gong Jiang spread her hands, imitating someone's speech: "I didn't swear, or your whole family."

Lu Jian's anger burst into flames, and he grabbed Gong Jiang's collar: "Gong Chou, you fucking say it again!"

"Gong Chou" is a well-known nickname in the company. Of course, the creator is Lu Jian. In order to promote the practicality of this nickname, he personally used the nickname for any occasion, and successfully made everyone in the company remember "Gong Chou". Forgot Gong Chou's real name.

Instead of being angry, Gong Jiang smiled, and with a slight twist, Lu Jian's strength was relieved, and she used her force to push Lu Jian back a step: "Are you sure you want me to say it again?"

Lu Jian's face turned pale: "What kind of bastard are you, you dare to yell at me!"

Gong Jiang didn't speak at all, and Lu Jian was furious.

"Without my uncle, you don't even have the qualifications to stand here."

Gong Jiang didn't want to waste time playing childish games of scolding with Lu Jian. He inserted one hand into his belt, turned around and waved to Lu Jian: "Without me, you wouldn't even have a notice."

A kid who doesn't even have full hair, play tricks on him?

The author has something to say:

Feng Ying: "Why do you want me to speak out again? It's so troublesome."

Author: "Because some readers said you are cute, I decided to pull you out to be cute."

Feng Ying: "Oh, well, I'll help you speak for the sake of readers complimenting me, little readers, the author said that as long as you help her find the typo, she will give you your favorite little red envelope and Although her integrity is worthless, it's still okay to take it away."

Author: "Go away! (ノ｀Д)ノ"