Don't run after school

Originally, Cheng Jin planned to go to bed early, but came across a very interesting video clip.

The talented up master made several city promotional videos for the resource points of the game Chicken Eater.

Before Cheng Jin saw what Ping An Insurance, real estate advertisements, taxi drivers in P City spoke for himself, I am a ruthless killer series, and his brains were outrageous.

Really took the game to new heights.

The city promotional video of Port G is especially excellent.

The rhythm is soothing, with a very compelling pure music BGM, the commentator's voice is deep and magnetic, without any emotion.

The villain on the screen fell into a box.

"Investing in Port G is every man's dream. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is rich in supplies."

"Here, the fools who like guns the most in the world are gathered here. If they don't pick up guns when they land, they just want to have sex with you."

"Here, the most sophisticated YB in the world is hidden. If you see the poison, you will not evacuate. Drink the medicine and hide your skin. There are people staring at you behind every box, and there are surprises hidden in every corner..."

"There are many means of transportation here, which allow you to quickly evacuate here after occupying Port G, and deliver couriers on time." ①

Cheng Jin couldn't help but like it after watching it. After Zhou Boshan found out, he criticized him very seriously.

"You still play games. Are you still playing games in your third year of high school?" Zhou Baoshan snatched the iPad, touched the back of the tablet with her hand, and asked blankly, "Did you peek at my photos?" ?”

"Have you opened your eyes?"

"After taking a shower, I glanced down upstairs and saw you sitting on the sofa with a tablet in your arms. I was so excited to watch." Zhou Boshan clicked his tongue and said with his hands on his pillow, "Do you think you Mr. Shan is handsome."

Cheng Jin ignored him, stretched out the air conditioner and placed it under his body, grasped it firmly, and then rolled the quilt to his right hand side, and successfully wrapped it around his body.

"Turn off the lights, I'm going to sleep."

Just now, Cheng Jin told the people on the live broadcast platform about his situation, saying that he is going to repeat his third year of high school, and this live broadcast is probably going to be released for a while.

As a result, he was too popular and the voices of fans were too strong, the person in charge refused to agree, saying that he was asked to spare time on Saturdays and weekends to broadcast for a while.

Cheng Jin reluctantly agreed.

For study and hobbies, both hands must be grasped, and both hands must be hard.

Live streaming makes a lot of money, and I can make ends meet for the time being.

The 2000 yuan he paid for the cram school before was paid by Zhou Baoshan, and Cheng Jin knew that according to his temper, if he forced the money on him, he would definitely not want it.

They have been young for so many years, no one knows Zhou Baoshan better than him.

So he almost covered all the trivial living expenses of the family, and rushed to pay for the money to buy food for his aunt.

Cheng Jin was not afraid of owing him anything, but simply wanted to treat him well.

It takes about 15 minutes to walk from the cram school to Zhou Baoshan's house.

Cheng Jin usually got up early, the two of them passed by the food stall together, sat on the stall to eat breakfast, and then waited at the intersection for a few minutes until Xingbei came over, and the three of them walked together.

Xingbei is the little prince of hot and sour noodles, and he never changes every morning. Every day when he appears at the intersection, he holds his bowl of hot and sour noodles in his hand, and walks swaggeringly in the middle of the road, sucking while walking.

"Damn it, it's so fucking delicious, it's a rare delicacy in the world."

Xingbei wiped his mouth with a tissue, and put the peaked cap on his forehead backwards.

Cheng Jin glanced at his hat, "It's such a hot day, don't you think you're going to panic? Take off your hat."

A huge bead of sweat rolled down the corner of Xingbei's forehead, he shook his head and said, "No."

Under the sun, his skin was so white that it was almost transparent, and his facial features were also deep and three-dimensional, with the kind of vigor that only Europeans and Americans would have.

In fact, Cheng Jin wanted to ask him a long time ago, "Are you a mixed race?"

Xingbei's expression changed and he shook his head.

Seeing that he didn't want to answer, Cheng Jin didn't ask any further questions. At this moment, Zhou Baoshan patted him on the shoulder, turned on his phone and said, "It's time to go."

I don't know if it's because I haven't read a book for a long time, but Cheng Jin, who has always had good eyesight, actually blurred his eyes when looking at the blackboard.

He thought it was because his eyes were tired from using his eyes for the past few days, and he was a little pseudo-myopic. He put his hands on his forehead and rubbed his eye sockets twice, which relieved some soreness, but when he looked up at the blackboard again, he still looked the same.

Once when school was over at noon, he rode Zhou Baoshan home on a little sheep.

Passing by the vocational high school, they just finished school.

A small black bug flew in front of Cheng Jin's eyes suddenly, and got into his eyes, his eyes suddenly soured, and he closed them abruptly.

A student just happened to walk past Cheng Jin. In order to avoid this pedestrian, Cheng Jin rubbed his eyes and turned to the side.

As a result, the electric car directly crashed into a small stall selling steamed buns. Zhou Baoshan was dozing off in the back seat, but after waking up, it was still too late.

The ingredients on the trolley stand were turned over by the screams of the stall owner, and the iron pot containing the vegetables was also directly buckled on the ground with the soup and water.

Shredded kelp, bean sprouts, and gluten all fell out of the pot, making a mess all over the place.

The aunt who sold the buns suddenly turned red, "Oh, what should I do with my business."

The car fell to the ground, Cheng Jin's knee was smashed, and it hurt like a knife.

Zhou Baoshan stood up first, helped the car up, lowered his head and asked him, "Is it not planted?"

Cheng Jin shook his head, seeing that the army green overalls on his leg were directly torn, the front basket of the electric bike was crumbling, and the handlebars were crooked, making it impossible to ride at all.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it just now, and I will compensate you."

Seeing his sincerity, the aunt didn't make things difficult for him, but just said, "Why are you so careless, kid?"

Cheng Jin rubbed his eyes, "A little black bug flew in suddenly just now, I didn't see it clearly."

Zhou Baoshan took another look at his broken knee, and asked in a low voice, "Does it really hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Cheng Jin shook his head.

When Zhou Baoshan just jumped out of the car, he pressed the ground and rushed forward, and then the palm of his hand was torn and bleeding, but he didn't notice it. He only discovered it when he took out a tissue from his pocket.

Cheng Jin let out a hiss.

"What? It hurts again?" Zhou Baoshan asked.

Cheng Jin shook his head, "I'm hurting for you."

Zhou Baoshan glanced at it as if nothing had happened, "It's okay, I'll ride a bike next time."

Cheng Jin frowned and nodded. The state has not been right for the past few days. He suspects that he may be short-sighted.

"Ember?"

When Cheng Jin was negotiating with the stall owner's aunt, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from behind.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw his mother riding a small broken electric tricycle, just passing by after closing the stall.

My mother hurriedly got out of the car, walked up to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Jin suddenly felt a little flustered when the two looked at each other so closely, he lowered his head and said softly, "It's okay."

The mother touched his wrist, pulled him to ask the stall owner's aunt, "Hey, may I ask, what happened to my son? Did he get into trouble?"

The stall owner's aunt often sees her mother here, and they all know each other, "So he is your son?"

Cheng Jin lowered his head, and could feel the warmth of his mother's somewhat rough palm, which was warm and dry.

It's like winter, the smell of a quilt that has been drying in the sun all day. Although the two have no connection at all, they just make people think of going together.

"Ah, yes." Mom smiled, and took out a stack of banknotes from her wallet, "I'm sorry, tell me, how much should I pay you? Let me see if I have enough."

"Mom, no need." Cheng Jin stopped his mother, "I have money."

"My child, you still have to go to school. Where did you get the money?" The mother was very stubborn, and gave Cheng Jin a reproachful look, then patted his wrist, "Take your hand away."

Cheng Jin had no choice but to withdraw his hand, silently watched his mother give the money, and followed her to make amends to the stall owner's aunt.

At that moment, he seemed to suddenly return to his childhood.When he was a child, he who always got into trouble was also led by his mother to bow and apologize to others.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Baoshan pointed to the electric car, and then pushed the car back home first.

After losing the money, Cheng Jin helped his mother drive the electric car home.

When he was about to leave, his mother stopped him in the alley.

The mother took out a bank card from her pocket, stuffed it into Cheng Jin's hand, and said earnestly, "I have saved this money from selling various things over the years. Your sister gets a scholarship every year. I don’t need to worry about it. I want to send you money, but I earn less, so I can only send a few hundred dollars each time. Your father and stepmother ridiculed me for being shabby, and returned it to me. Then I thought about following When you meet, I can give you with my own hands, wait, wait, dream that you have grown so tall, and they won’t let you see me. Jinjin, it’s not that mom doesn’t love you, but that mom can That's all I can give you. Don't dislike your mother, okay?"

After Cheng Jin heard it, his nose was sore, he hugged his mother, and called out in a trembling voice, "Mom."

"Hey." My mother also broke down in tears, and patted him on the back, "Go to school well, ah."

After returning home, as soon as Cheng Jin opened the door, he saw Zhou Baoshan sitting on the sofa, with his head slightly raised and his eyes squinted, looking like a big lazy cat.

Cheng Jin knew that the corners of his eyes were still a little red, so he walked to the bathroom without looking up, "I'm going to wash my face."

Zhou Baoshan looked at him calmly, raised one corner of his lips and said, "Don't, I haven't seen you cry yet. Come, show me."

"Get out, I'm not crying." Cheng Jin frowned and glanced at him.

"Come on, then give me a serious cry now." Zhou Baoshan lifted his foot, stood up and patted his buttocks.

"Fuck me, Zhou Goushan, please be human, please." Cheng Jin threw an elbow with his backhand.

"I don't really want to be a man today." Zhou Baoshan rubbed his butt, and ran out of the living room like a dog.

The author has something to say:

① It is a video content produced by a big guy named Jing Fang on Douyin.