Tired Bird Knows Return

Chen Yanqing found Chinese food on the fifth floor of the shopping center. The Sichuan and Hunan dishes looked very appetizing.

But Fucheng's expression was a little exaggerated. When Chen Yanqing looked over, every pore on his face was capitalized repulsion.

"Try it?" Chen Yanqing picked up a piece of fried pepper sausage with chopsticks and put it in his bowl, "This one is especially good for dinner."

Fucheng pulled it for a while, the fat intestines seemed to be sucked by the bottom of the bowl, and it was not put into his mouth for a long time. Chen Yanqing told him very seriously, "When you arrive in Yancheng, you must learn to eat spicy food. When your mind is buzzing, you won't be able to think of anything," he said, then approached him with a 'trust me' expression, "including your annoying stepmother."

Fu Cheng couldn't help but sneered, "Didn't you just say she was pretty?"

Chen Yanqing's eyes drifted away, "Pretty is beautiful, I still have my own stand..."

Fucheng didn't answer, but picked up the fat sausage and looked at it in front of his eyes. Just when Chen Yanqing was anxious to see him make a fool of himself, he put down his chopsticks again, put his elbow on the edge of the table, and asked him, "What are you doing?" Do you think people's tastes are divided by region?"

"Is not it?"

"The tastes of Hong Kong people are very polarized. Some people don't like spicy food at all, while others don't like anything spicy."

"how about you?"

"I," Fu Cheng said, "I am not from Hong Kong."

"Didn't you come back from Hong Kong?" Chen Yanqing blurted out, and then died down under Fu Cheng's gaze.

Fu Cheng leaned back, "Have you heard any news about our family?"

"..." Chen Yanqing was smart enough to pick up chopsticks and eat a lot of dishes with white rice, "Hurry up, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Fortunately, Fucheng didn't intend to ask any more questions.

Coming out of the shopping center after dinner, Fucheng had no intention of playing any longer, so the two got on the bus and headed home.

On the way back, Fucheng fell asleep again. The tall man was curled up in the hard plastic chair specially made by the bus, and he seemed to be sleeping very deeply. Chen Yanqing turned his head to look at him for a while at which stop, an illusion During the process, he felt that there was a blurred veil between Fucheng and him, which made everything he heard gradually distorted when he was in front of Fucheng. This feeling was too strange. Chen Yanqing retracted his gaze and thought The solution to fishbone.

Tang Ping's classes were mostly in the morning, and she left work on time at six o'clock when there was no class in the afternoon. When she got home, Chen Yanqing was nestled on the sofa watching TV. Tang Ping came in after changing her shoes, and went straight into the kitchen. After a while, she was holding a vegetable picking basin Came out and sat next to Chen Yanqing.

"Eat cowpeas at night?" Chen Yanqing stared at the TV and asked without squinting.

"Ah, for fried meat, let's burn another eggplant," Tang Ping said while picking the shreds, "How is it today, did you have fun?"

"It's okay." The cartoon on TV was cut off by the advertisement, and Chen Yanqing cut the channel boredly. When she was young, she heard Tang Ping ask again——

"Have you thought about the division of arts and sciences? Teacher Yang said that he will send you the list of subjects next week. How come you have no inclination at all?"

"What do you want me to choose?"

"What do you mean I want you to choose?" Tang Ping stopped and looked at him, "Son, if you are biased, then I don't have to make the decision for you. Naturally, it's easy to choose which one, but you don't have to choose anything." The balance of subjects depends on what you like, but Teacher Yang wants you to choose science, so that he can also tutor you."

In fact, the homeroom teacher mentioned the division of arts and sciences a few times last semester. It is easy to choose a partial subject, but it is difficult for him who is not partial to a subject. Before Tang Ping said this, he had no direction, but now there is Yes, so he nodded and said, "Understood."

Tang Ping felt that she was lucky because her son was obedient, otherwise she would have looked a dozen years older than she is now with a disobedient child.

The flag was raised on Monday morning, but Fu Cheng didn't come. It was the last class in the morning when Principal Fu came. When the teacher was called out to talk, Yuan Ye excitedly leaned over to Chen Yanqing, who was buried in his book, "Hey, the principal is here." Already!"

Chen Yanqing ignored it, and shrank her arms to resist his pulling.

"Fucheng is here too," Yuan Ye said, "This guy was caught by his father to attend class!"

Chen Yanqing raised his head very slowly. Fucheng was indeed outside. He was lazily leaning against the fence, his eyes falling on his toes. Principal Fu had been talking to the class teacher. His voice was low and he couldn't hear clearly. He could only see The class teacher couldn't stop nodding.

As if sensing his sight, Fu Cheng raised his head suddenly, Chen Yanqing shivered, then raised his hand and tapped near his temple twice, as if to say, if you skip class, you skip class, what kind of brain is it to be arrested.

Naturally, Fucheng understood it, and his gaze crossed the entire class, burning Chen Yanqing.

Twenty minutes before the end of get out of class, the class teacher came back, Fu Cheng came in after her, Chen Yanqing pretended nothing happened and continued to immerse himself in the book.

"Fucheng, go back to your seat."

Fucheng came over and sat down, the head teacher simply closed the lesson plan, "I remember that when you first entered school, I mentioned to you the matter of the division of arts and sciences, and it is enough time for you to understand yourself, everyone thinks about it. Are you clear?"

Those who nodded and shook their heads in the class were mostly silent, like Chen Yanqing.

The head teacher took a stack of papers and handed them to the student closest to her on the right, "Send it."

Not long after, the intention card arrived in his hand. Chen Yanqing looked at the form, took a pen, and just when Yuan Ye was about to come over to ask him what he was going to choose, he swiped the pen and made a clean choice.

There were whispering voices all around, Yuan Ye glanced at it, and sighed, "No way, my mother said that this is closely related to finding a job in the future, are you so hasty?"

"How cautious should that be?" Chen Yanqing turned around, facing Yuan Ye, and facing Fucheng behind him, just caught a glimpse of the watch from the corner of his eye, and was lying flat on the table in the posture that Chen Yanqing had just passed to him.

"Fucheng, what do you choose?" Yuan Ye asked at this moment.

"What do you choose?" Fucheng also asked, and Chen Yanqing who asked the question hesitated for a moment before saying, "Wen."

"Okay." Fu Cheng picked up the pen, and under the gaze of two pairs of eyes, he made a choice.

Chen Yanqing raised his hands and clapped him twice with a smile on his face, "It's hard for you."

The homeroom teacher was not in a hurry to collect the form, and told everyone before class was over, "After thinking about it, you can choose again. This is not the final result. The school will summarize the test results of your entire freshman year and do a targeted analysis, and leave the rest of the questions behind." Give it to the second grader, the monitor will put away the watch before school is over next Friday."

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Yuan Ye rushed to the cafeteria. There were still a few people left in the classroom. Chen Yanqing stuffed his watch into his bag and got up to go out.

"Where are you going?" Fu Cheng sat down and asked.

"Go home for dinner."

"Aren't you tired of going home to eat every day?" Fu Cheng said, "Let me treat you to lunch with me."

Before Chen Yanqing was ready to agree, his schoolbag was snatched away, and then watched helplessly as Fucheng leaped onto the desk and hung his schoolbag on the blades of the fan above his head.

"Fucheng, your uncle!"

Chen Yanqing was going to get it, but before he climbed onto the desk, Fucheng grabbed his neck with an arm, and then he was coerced to follow him downstairs to the canteen in the west.

"Braised beef," Fu Cheng took out the money, "two barrels."

"You just invite me to eat this?" Chen Yanqing looked at the two buckets of instant noodles brought by the boss in disbelief, "I'm growing up, so I can't eat this kind of unnutritious food."

Fu Cheng's gaze went all the way down from his face, passed by his chest, lower abdomen, right in the middle, and finally reached the instep. Chen Yanqing took a step back guiltily, and heard Fu Cheng say, "Where haven't you grown enough?"

"Where do you care about me!"

As soon as the words fell, the proprietress yelled inside, "Where do you add the water?"

Chen Yanqing: "Half!"

Fucheng: "Half."

Chen Yanqing avoided Fu Cheng's sight, "Scholarly..."

Fucheng shook his head helplessly, took out his wallet, and took another piece of money to the boss, "Bring him a bottle of milk."

The instant noodles were really bad. Chen Yanqing was never greedy for them, and always found it hard to swallow, so when Fucheng finished eating, his bowl was as if it hadn't been touched.

"Is it so unpalatable?"

Chen Yanqing put down his fork, drank more than half of the milk that Fucheng bought for him, and then said, "It's not bad, it's just that I don't like it. My mother's cooking is better."

"Oh," Fu Cheng wiped his mouth with a piece of paper, then came back and sat down next to him after throwing away the trash, "Eating is just to fill the stomach, the taste is something, it shouldn't be."

"Why not!" Chen Yanqing became serious, "I never get tired of home-cooked meals, what do you know..."

Fucheng remained silent for a while, Chen Yanqing glanced at him after drinking the milk, then quickly looked away, and lowered his head in annoyance and embarrassment.

"I'm back." Fu Cheng said when he got up.

"Oh..." Chen Yanqing bit the straw and followed.

The next day, Fucheng didn't come again in the morning.

Before the first class in the afternoon, Chen Yanqing and Yuan Ye went to the canteen. Yuan Ye took a box of refills, and Chen Yanqing took a notebook. The two of them squeezed into the narrow aisle between the shelves and almost fell into a fight.

"Can you buy a pack of toilet paper?" Chen Yanqing asked impatiently.

"Don't you have it?"

"My house is a paper mill!"

Yuan Ye was stunned, "Yes."

"Hiss~" Chen Yanqing raised his hand and squeezed him, "You go out first, you'll be squeezed to death!"

Yuan Ye went out resentfully, Chen Yanqing was about to follow, and remembered to take a roll of tape, when someone came ahead, Chen Yanqing turned around and planned to go back, and suddenly, across the gap between the shelves, Fu Cheng's figure Flashed across the other side.

Chen Yanqing didn't have time to think, so he followed quickly, walked to the end of the shelf, bumped into Fucheng as soon as he turned a corner, Chen Yanqing lowered his voice for no reason, "What are you doing?!"

Fu Cheng glanced back quickly, then took Chen Yanqing's arm, and when Chen Yanqing was puzzled, he led him through the curtain beside the wall in front of him.

Pass through the restroom of the owner of the canteen, the simple kitchen, and then pass by a bathroom with a half-hidden door. When you come out from the last door, you will see a very low wall about ten meters away.

Chen Yanqing closed his eyes hard, and then he got used to the darkness just now, looking at the wall, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Skipping class."