The wonderful world of fast time travel

During dinner, Zheng Ling called home and told them that he would be back later so that they didn't have to wait for him.After the meal, the two left the snack street and walked towards the bus stop.

Zheng Ling walked beside Yan Yan with his schoolbag on his back, thinking about things all the way.

When he came to the stop sign, Yan Yan took out a cigarette from his pocket, lowered his head, and was about to light it. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the fallen leaves on the ground swept by the west wind. On the downwind side, it was only then that the cigarette was lit.

At first, Zheng Ling was still wondering, how could such a good person suddenly change positions suddenly, could it be that there is a nail under his feet?But when he saw which direction the smoke was going, he realized the strict intention.This strictness has a heart.

Jin Fenghuang also nodded in agreement: "He is a person who pays attention to details."

Before the bus came, Zheng Ling turned to look at Yan Yan, and finally made up his mind to ask softly: "What will you do with your living expenses these few months?" If Yan Yan has no money, he doesn't mind helping others Help to the end, lend him some.

Hearing this, Yan Yan stopped smoking, then slowly lowered his fingers holding the cigarette, lowered his eyelids, and said with a slightly unnatural expression: "To be honest, I sold your bag .”

Zheng Ling's eyes widened: "What?"

Yan Yan pressed his fist to his lips, coughed dryly, and then said: "I sold your bag for 500 yuan, and I will treat it as a loan from you, and I will return it to you as soon as I earn money."

Zheng Ling asked emphatically, "You said you sold it for five hundred?"

"Yeah." Yan Yan nodded, because he was thick-skinned and a little embarrassed: "Sorry, I took it and resold it without your permission."

Regarding this point, Zheng Ling waved his hand indifferently and said, "Since I gave you that bag, it's yours." As he was speaking, he touched his chin and muttered, "I just didn't expect to sell it for so much money!"

Yan Yan took a puff of a cigarette and said truthfully, "It's mainly designer bags."

Zheng Ling didn't know many famous brands, nor did he know the market inside them.But after this incident, he never dared to throw away Zou Shen's things at random again. Who knows how much those ordinary things in his eyes are worth.

Jin Fenghuang interjected leisurely: "The original price of that bag is [-]."

Zheng Ling was startled: "Just that one cloth bag, does it cost [-]?"

Jin Fenghuang asked back: "How much do you think?"

"According to me, it's only a few dozen yuan at most." That's why Zheng Ling threw the bag to Yan Yan.

"Sao Nian, it seems that you really don't know anything about famous brands." Jin Fenghuang shook his head, and suddenly remembered something, and mentioned by the way: "Oh, by the way, only your kettle has more than one hundred."

Zheng Ling: "..."

Although Zheng Ling's heart was like a boulder falling into the water at this time, there were waves of waves, but his face was still calm and calm, at least others couldn't see anything.

Yan Yan glanced sideways at Zheng Ling, seeing that there was no sign of blame on his face, he was somewhat relieved, and after throwing away the cigarette butt and crushing it, he took the initiative to say, "Do you have a pen and paper? I'll write you an IOU." .”

Zheng Ling hurriedly said no, but Yan Yan insisted on this. A few minutes later, Zheng Ling couldn't resist him, so he had no choice but to take out a pen and paper. After Yan Yan got it, he turned around, put the paper on the billboard, and seriously As he was writing, when Zheng Ling's name was written, the pen stopped, and he turned his head and asked Zheng Ling, which Shen it was.

Zheng Ling said: "The application form"

Yan Yan nodded and continued to write. Soon, an IOU was written and passed to Zheng Ling.

Zheng Ling took it, looked down, it was wrong, and hurriedly pushed the IOU to Yan Yan, saying: "The amount is not one thousand, but five hundred, you wrote too much." Even if the compensation is at the original price, it is only eight hundred.

Yan Yan didn't take it, but put the cap on the pen and stuffed it into Zheng Ling's hand: "Not much."

Zheng Ling wanted to say more, but Yan Yan said again: "Because I don't know when I will pay you back, and the rest of the money will be treated as interest, and it may be a bad check."

Jin Fenghuang couldn't help complaining: "Then why do you still write this IOU, to show off your beautiful handwriting!"

Zheng Ling hesitated for a while before nodding in response: "That's fine."

After collecting the IOU and pen, Zheng Ling took out his mobile phone and asked Xiang Yanyan, "What's your mobile phone number?"

Yan Yan also had the same intention. Seeing this, he reported a series of numbers. After a few seconds, his mobile phone rang, and Zheng Ling said beside him: "This is my mobile phone number, please save it."

Operate rigorously and skillfully.

Not long after, the bus came. Zheng Ling had a bus card, got on the bus first, then turned around and swiped the card for Yan Yan.

Yan Yan was not polite, thanked him casually, put the coins in his pocket, followed Zheng Ling to the back of the carriage and sat down.

Since it was a public place and other people were quiet, the two stopped talking.Zheng Ling turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, Yan Yan took out his mobile phone, and silently wrote down Zheng Ling's mobile phone number in his heart.

Yan Yan arrived at the station before Zheng Ling, and when he was about to get off the bus, Yan Yan raised his right hand to his ear, and made a phone call gesture to Zheng Ling, indicating that he would make a phone call. After seeing the other party nodding in agreement, he got off. car.Originally, he wanted to send Zheng Ling home, but considering that they had just met after all, he was afraid that doing too much would make the other party disgusted, so he dismissed the idea.

After more than 20 minutes, Zheng Ling returned home, took a hot shower, walked to the desk after coming out, and found that the breathing light of the mobile phone was blinking, indicating that there were unread messages. information and asked him if he got home.

Zheng Ling sat on the chair, edited a message and sent it, saying that he was home.

As soon as the text message was sent, Yan Yan immediately replied: Well, go to bed early, good night.

Zheng Ling replied good night, put down the phone, opened the textbook, and reviewed what the teacher said in class today.

There was no more text messages on the phone overnight.

The next morning, Zheng Ling came to the school classroom refreshed. As soon as he sat down, Wei Rong came over and asked, "I heard that someone came to the school to look for you after school yesterday?"

Zou Shen is a handsome guy, and his every move attracts attention, not to mention that there are many people coming and going at the school gate during school hours, so someone secretly took a few photos and posted them on the campus forum. Wei Rong, who likes to browse the forum, shared this with his roommate last night.

Chen Muyu, who was separated from Zheng Ling by two people, also looked at Zheng Ling when he heard Wei Rong's question.During this period of time, although he didn't talk to Zheng Ling very much, every time he heard something related to Zou Shen, for some reason, he couldn't help but want to care about it.On the forum, there are different opinions about the identity of that person.

Regarding this matter, Zheng Ling didn't want to say too much, and just replied: "Yes" and took out the textbooks for this class from his schoolbag.

Wei Rong is a carefree person, knowing that Zou Shen has always been like this, he didn't mind, but asked again as a good friend: "Who is that person!"

To prevent them from getting to the bottom of it, Zheng Ling directly prevaricated with a relative.

Knowing that they were relatives, Wei Rong really didn't ask any more questions.