Jiaojiu Nuanyang

"Brother," Chen Jingdong closed the kitchen door, stood at the window with Chen Jingxi to smoke, and turned on the range hood.The rumbling sound covered the deep voice of the man: "You can speak better than me, I have to ask you for a favor."

Chen Jingxi took the cigarette he handed over, glanced at it and said with a smile, "I can't afford such a good cigarette. Who is Dongzi talking about for?"

"Who else could be." Chen Jingdong laughed at himself, a little embarrassed: "This kid is Xiaokun."

"Hey, you're really worrying about yourself like an old man." Chen Jingxi took a deep breath and exhaled: "Speak."

Chen Jingdong narrated what happened yesterday in a straightforward manner.

"Dongzi," Chen Jingxi pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, looking more bookish than his younger brother with helplessness on his face: "I have to say that you are wrong about this."

"I know." Chen Jingdong's face was hot, and he muttered very quickly: "Fang Kun is still a child."

"You know that his child is in the rebellious period of fourteen or fifteen years old, and you are still serious with him? Isn't it over if you coax him?" Chen Jingxi shook his head: "You can't even say coaxing words, you deserve it because you can't marry a wife .”

"Brother," Chen Jingdong felt a little troubled, "I'm telling you about Fang Kun, where are you talking?"

"Are you embarrassed now?" Chen Jingxi accepted it as soon as she saw it, "My mother told me a lot about the situation in Xiaokun's family. I don't know how much you know. Anyway, what does this kid look like? It doesn't matter what he thinks, he is optimistic and positive, in fact, his father's matter has a great impact. Fang Li originally had a good intention, but it's a pity that she has no ability. And." Chen Jingxi looked at the door.Outside the glass window of the kitchen, Fang Kun and Chen's mother were talking about something, and the teenagers were laughing forward and backward, with a very contagious look.

"The estrangement between Fang Kun and Fang Li is not because of his own cold reception, but because of his grandparents."

Chen Jingdong suddenly thought of the time when he took the child to the nursing home.Fang Kun spent all his money to buy food and fruits for the elderly. Fang Kun told his grandparents obediently that he was good at studying, eating well, living well, and his aunt treated him very well. Fang Kun stayed until the old man in the afternoon. I want to rest before I reluctantly leave, and when I get in the car, my eyes are red...

"Fang Li's husband is a worker and has no education. It was fine when she first got married. Last year, when the economy was depressed, their factory laid off workers, and the salaries of those who remained were more or less reduced. It was during that time that the old couple of Fang's family were sent to Nursing home. Of course, no one knows the details of the specific family affairs. I also guessed it from what my mother said and contacted the upper and lower levels. It’s just such a thing, Fang Kun is not happy anymore, and Fang Li is not as close as before. " Chen Jingxi sighed: "This child is sensitive and inferior. He always feels that no one cares if he is not loved by his father or mother. Although our family does not try to trick him, it is purely a help, but he does not necessarily think so. He's afraid," the man pursed his lips helplessly, and said to the point: "He's afraid that all these things are just a whim, a fantasy, and one day we lose interest or energy, and we will turn around and leave like Fang Li. Leave him alone."

Until sitting in the car and driving home, Chen Jingdong still couldn't calm down the feeling of panic, distress and depression in his heart.The hand holding the steering wheel exerted force, and the joints were stretched until they were slightly white.

"Grandma Chen told me about you when you were a child, and I was so happy." Fang Kun didn't know what he remembered, and kept laughing: "I said that when you were in the fifth grade of elementary school, you failed an exam, and you took the paper back home and gave it to you." The parents were afraid of being beaten when they signed, so they changed the 54 of 5 to 9, but your dad saw it and beat you up hahaha..."

Chen Jingdong laughed and calmed down, "I'll tell you everything, really."

Fang Kun triumphantly said, "That's right, how attractive I am!"

"Fang Kun, why don't you recognize me as a brother. It's the kind of dry relationship, just like family." Chen Jingdong said clumsily.When I was in school, there were girls who liked to recognize my brother, as if that distinguished them from other relationships and brought them closer.At this time, he had no better way, so he didn't care whether he was stupid or not.

"What are you doing, haha, are you stupid?" Fang Kun was about to burst into tears with laughter: "Is there anyone else doing this kind of thing these days? Do you know how many ambiguities and derogatory meanings there are for being godfather, godfather, godfather? Oops Don't get mad..."

Smiling to him was a bit impressive, and Chen Jingdong also felt that he was a bit stupid: "It's up to you, that's what I said, it feels closer." It's different from other brothers.Those who take care are confident and confident, and those who are taken care of can accept it with more peace of mind.

"Brother," Fang Kun wiped away the tears from his laughter, and said, "I found you really interesting, like an inexhaustible treasure. In the future, I will chat with Grandma Chen more and dig some of you." Keep the revelations to save your life."

"Save your life? Can I still beat you?"

"That's hard to say." Fang Kun stretched his waist: "You are a big man, and you are a special soldier. Every muscle in your body is as hard as a weapon. Of course, I have to prepare some trump cards to prevent accidents someday. It caused you to be silenced."

Chen Jingdong laughed.This kid has this kind of ability, which makes him laugh very low for a second, and makes him half-dead with anger for a second.

"Isn't it too challenging to kill your mouth? With a small body like yours, you have to go out with a weight when the wind is above level six."

"Underestimate people!" Fang Kun snorted arrogantly, and softened his tone: "Brother, you see that this is the point, don't you want to stop running tonight? You have to get up early on Monday tomorrow."

"How is it possible?" Chen Jingdong refused without thinking: "The wind and rain can't stop."

The boy curled his lips in frustration, and muttered something in a low voice.

"Fang Kun." Thousands of words were stuck in his heart, and Chen Jingdong finally only uttered a thin and unstandard truth: "You just treat me as your own brother, and I will treat you well."

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"Brother, we taught cooking in a practical class this afternoon. I know how to cook and cook, so I'll learn how to cook in the oven." Fang Kun happily took out a small bag from his pocket, and unpacked the inner and outer layers. With a bit of regret: "I baked a sweet potato, which is very fragrant. I'll bring it back for you to taste, but it's a pity that it's cold."

Chen Jingdong looked at the sweet potato held in the palm of the boy.A small, thin, wrinkled, cracked skin, with a golden inner flesh exposed: "It looks good."

"Of course, I baked it, I baked it, I baked it." After repeating the important matter three times, Fang Kun twisted on the seat dishonestly: "How about I go heat it in the microwave?"

"No need." Chen Jingdong put down his chopsticks and took the sweet potato: "Not that careful. I ate raw ones when I was a soldier."

"How is it? Is it delicious?" The child is a child, and the expression of wanting to be praised can be seen at a glance: "Is it not worse than the ones sold outside? Let me tell you, my grandpa loves roasted sweet potatoes the most, and he eats it for breakfast. I can eat two."

"It's delicious." Chen Jingdong looked at the child stretching his neck eagerly, and with one bite, he tore off the roots and stuffed it directly into his mouth: "Try it yourself."

Neither of them thought how silly it was to share a small roasted sweet potato. They were smiling, and even the food on the table was ignored.

"If you like it, just buy an oven later." Chen Jingdong vaguely remembered a big sister in the office who said that home ovens are very convenient now and don't take up space: "Next time you visit your grandparents, you can bake sweet potatoes yourself. Feed them."

"Really? That's great!" Fang Kun was elated at first, and then he pursed his lips in embarrassment: "Is it too wasteful to buy an oven for roasting sweet potatoes?"

Nodding solemnly, Chen Jingdong looked up at the wall clock: "It's okay, when you are free in the future, you can learn more oven recipes and cook them for me. Now, there are still 5 minutes to eat quickly, the teacher will be here soon .”

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There is never a shortcut to learning, and there is no overnight result.

Before the winter vacation, Fang Kun gritted his teeth and studied hard, no matter how hard, tired and boring, he was afraid that Chen Jingdong would worry, so he never said anything.On the other hand, Chen Jingdong is not having a good time either.It's just that for the same purpose, he never mentioned it to Fang Kun.

Teacher Huang has always maintained close contact with him, as if he regarded Chen Jingdong as Fang Kun's parent.

As a private middle school, the performance assessment is not only related to face, but also closely linked to the teacher's income.

Fang Kun entered the school through connections, but the principal didn't exempt him from the gold medal.

This means that even if you don't take the usual test, you can't avoid the final exam anyway.This means that, as the head teacher, Mr. Huang, no matter how he understands it, he is anxious about Fang Kun's actual level right now.

"The entire sixth class is very likely to be dragged down by one point or even two points because of Fang Kun's taking the exam." Teacher Huang said very straightforwardly: "Mr. Chen, I understand that you are rushing to catch up with the class, but the imminent Exam, I want to know what your plans are?"

Chen Jingdong cleared his throat in embarrassment: "Mr. Huang, the remedial teacher also gave me feedback recently, saying that Fang Kun is making rapid progress, and he just wants to catch up with your progress. Cough, it will take some time."

Teacher Huang sighed, disappointed and listened clearly: "I understand. Mr. Chen, I have something unfeeling, please see if it's okay? During the final exam, can Fang Kun be asked to take sick leave? Go back to school and make up the exam alone. At least one winter vacation can improve the grades."

Coming home from get off work at night, Chen Jingdong looked at the back of the serious student through the open door, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He couldn't speak.

Teacher Huang's request, as far as she is concerned, has a different standpoint, which is understandable.

But Chen Jingdong never thought of empathizing to understand Teacher Huang's difficulties.Human nature is selfish, and people's hearts are biased. Of course, his heart is biased toward Fang Kun.

Throwing cold water on Fang Kun's positive enthusiasm, he can't do this kind of thing.

"The final exam is one week away." The meal time became one of the few times for the two to communicate.Oh, and weekend sports and jogs.

Fang Kun quickly picked up the rice in the bowl, and spoke vaguely: "Well, I have to take the exam, I am so anxious to death. I was still reciting the formula in my dream last night hahaha."

Chen Jingdong squeezed his chopsticks: "Just do your best."

The young man clenched his fist to cheer, full of vigor: "Don't worry, I will try not to embarrass you as much as possible."

Stretching out his hand to touch Fang Kun's head, Chen Jingdong regretted the words of encouragement at the beginning.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, I know you've been trying."

After dinner, Fang Kun continued to study vigorously.After Chen Jingdong cleaned up the dishes, he stood by the window with his mobile phone and smoked, but the edited text message could not be sent out for a long time.

After Mr. Huang's phone call in the afternoon, he said that he would think about it and ask Fang Kun for his opinion.

Right now, he can almost imagine the tragic consequences of this kind of rejection——

Before Fang Kun can reach the average line of the sixth class, there is only one left to fight alone.Teacher Huang will no longer support him, and even think about it worse, there will be the possibility of being indifferent or even ignoring him.

Chen Jingdong raked his hair irritably, thinking of giving up on himself.Either he followed the crowd to give gifts, or he found someone to suppress the head teacher from top to bottom.

The two methods are always the ones he despises and hates the most. Right now, he is forced to do nothing but only think about protecting the children around him.

The man stood by the window in a daze, his thick black eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the unsmoked cigarette he was holding with his thumb and forefinger hung on the window sill, a trace of blue-gray smoke was almost invisible, blown by the cold winter wind, drifting with the current.

Chen Jingdong remembered that when he first came back last year, he used to make fun of his brother Chen Jingxi.

In the past, Chen Jingxi was also an authentic literary youth, not to mention that he was not involved in the fireworks of the world, at least he was far away from the greasy philistines.

But the two brothers haven't seen each other for several years. Chen Jingxi got married and had a son Yue Yue, and for the choice of Yue Yue's future primary school, he was looking for a relationship to buy a school district house for meals, which broke the heart of an old father.

Chen Jingdong laughed at him as a middle-aged man with a mediocre face, no longer the unruly and free and easy of the past.

But right now, Chen Jingdong has never known his brother so closely.Knowing that a person has shortcomings and weaknesses, suddenly bends down and falls into the dust, swallows his anger, and becomes indifferent to what he does or does not do, that kind of complicated and unspeakable mood.

Today, Chen Jingdong, has also learned how to write the words humble.

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