[Jing Yuan] Arriving from afar

45.

"Zhang Yuan!"

Zhang Yuan stopped his bicycle with a "squeak" sound, stepped on the ground with one leg, and lifted his school uniform to fan himself. It was too hot, so he simply took off his school uniform and tied it around his waist, saying, "What can I do for you?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Chang Feng insisted on teasing, opened the car door and jumped out while shouting hot, and asked puzzledly, "What school uniform are you wearing on a hot day? Besides, we all graduated."

Zhang Yuan pointed to the schoolbag at the back: "Go to school to get the notice, thinking of wearing a school uniform is a bit ceremonial."

Chang Feng let out a "tss", expressing that he was very incomprehensible.

"What about you?" Zhang Yuan asked, "Did you get the notice?"

"I'm going, why don't I drop by to see you."

It's 20 kilometers down the road.

Zhang Yuan didn't bother to talk to him: "Are you all right? I'm going now."

"Hey, don't, don't, I'm here to care about you," Chang Feng said in a drawn-out coquettish way, before Zhang Yuan was about to fly over with a cold face, "You Have you collected all the tuition fees? Otherwise, I will collect it for you?"

Zhang Yuan guessed that he probably came here for this matter, and smiled knowingly: "No, I have found a part-time job, and I have a lot more after a summer vacation."

"Really...don't be polite to me."

"Really!" Zhang Yuan patted Chang Feng's shoulder, "Thank you buddy."

As he spoke, he raised the pedal with his foot to pedal, but just as he said "go", Chang Feng quickly grabbed the handlebar and stopped him: "Wait, wait!"

"what happened again?"

"Where do you work?"

"A bar on Fifth Avenue, waiters, paid weekly."

"Oh..." Chang Feng thought for a while, his carefree temper was rare and meticulous, and his expression was a little worried, "The bar is a mixed bag, you haven't differentiated yet, so you are not afraid of accidents? Or, you still..."

"All right, all right," Zhang Yuan smiled helplessly, "I'm not a three-year-old child, Nanny Chang, I'm sensible, and I told the bar owner the truth, don't worry about it."

No matter how different they are, they are all grown men, so they won't be so trembling.

Chang Feng and Zhang Yuan have known each other since junior high school. They have been in the same class for 6 years. They can barely be regarded as bamboo horses. He was the only one who followed suit, and after hearing what Zhang Yuan said, Chang Feng felt a little relieved, so he could only add: "Okay, then remember to call me if you are in trouble."

As he said that, he took out a bag from the back of the car, which contained some miscellaneous food, and stuffed it to Zhang Yuan: "My dad brought it back from other places, let me send you some."

The relationship between the two is not enough to be polite to these things, Zhang Yuan accepted them generously and hung them on the hanging hand: "Thank you."

"Okay, then you go back, I'll go to school."

Zhang Yuan nodded, said goodbye and pedaled out on the bicycle.

Standing by the side of the road, Chang Feng yelled again: "Remember to come to me if you need something, don't hold on to it alone! The most important thing this young master lacks is money!"

With his back turned to him, Zhang Yuan raised an arm and compared it to a small tree branch. His thin forearm was shining in the sun, looking full of vigor.

46.

In fact, after checking the scores of the college entrance examination, Zhang Yuan called his father once. He was obviously the father and son, but he seemed unfamiliar with the greeting.Zhang Yuan was hesitant to mention the tuition fee, but his father complained to him first. The high relationship fee that his half-brother needed to go to high school was causing their family a headache.

Zhang Yuan bit his lip and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Obviously already used to his parents' indifference to him after their divorce, Zhang Yuan still felt a little sad at this time.

He simply didn't call his mother, and decided to support himself by working part-time during the summer to earn tuition fees.

The bar where he works is called "Que". The boss and colleagues are very friendly people, and they take good care of him considering his young age. He starts to work at 6:2 pm and continues until [-]:[-] am. During the day, he still has time to do odd jobs.

It was a bit hard, but Zhang Yuan didn't feel tired.

Zhang Yuan closed the cabinet, straightened the white short-sleeved shirt, tied the long black straight apron on the thin hip bone, tied a knot at the back waist, and then pinned the words "Zhang Zi" on the pocket of the jacket. metal nameplate.

He was already thin, but wearing this dress made his waist and hips narrower, as thin as a piece of paper.

Facing the mirror, he flipped his forehead hair left and right with his hands, revealing his full forehead, making himself appear a little more mature.It's been two weeks since he went to work, and it's not uncommon for him to be pestered by drunk customers to call him little brother because he looks young. Although it doesn't affect him, he also finds it a little annoying.

He stroked his chin and thought, do you want to grow a beard?

"stamp!"

Zhang Yuan turned around from the locker room, and saw Owen waving at him at the bar.Zhang Yuan stretched his hands behind his back to tighten the apron of his uniform, and trotted over: "What's wrong?"

"Look at that man—" Owen raised his eyebrows and pointed to the west with his eyes.

The nightclub had just opened, and there were still few customers. The man sitting alone in the corner of the bar was a bit conspicuous.

Of course, he is conspicuous not because he walks alone, but because...

"Handsome?"

Zhang Yuan was embarrassed to stare, turned around and smiled: "Indeed."

Owen clicked his tongue and smacked his lips: "I haven't seen such a handsome man in our city."

There was a glass of wine in front of the man, but he didn't see him drinking, so he lowered his head slightly expressionless.He has thick brows and eyes, and a high nose bridge. You can tell from a distance that he is a very good-looking person.He was wearing a dark shirt and trousers, with one foot on the beam of the high chair and the other on the ground. His black leather shoes were shiny, and his ankles were wrapped in black socks, which were thin and angular.

His whole body was black, only his face looked white under the dim and ambiguous light.

Too beautiful to be noticed.

It's just that the whole body exudes an icy aura that people don't get close to, which is a bit incompatible with this noisy bar.

"Handsome is really handsome, but Brother Owen, you are too exaggerated," Zhang Yuan stood here before he was busy, and joked with Owen, "Aren't I handsome?"

"Handsome, handsome! Zhang Xiaocao!"

Zhang Yuan smiled.

"However," Owen held up a finger and waved it, "I'm different from you, no matter how handsome you are, you're still a brat. Seeing people, it's commonly known as the charm of a mature man. You, at least have to ferment for ten years." .”

Before Zhang Yuan pushed back, Owen was called away. He leaned against the edge of the bar, turned his head to look at the man again, and met those black eyes unexpectedly.

The man looked at him heavily for a second, then calmly looked away.

Zhang Yuan turned his head, and for some reason, his heart was beating non-stop.

Zhang Yuan never thought that he was a person who valued appearance first, but now he dare not say so.

I don't know if it's because the man is too good-looking, or because the deep eyes make him a little frightened, when he shuttles among the guests from table to table, he can't help but occasionally glance in that man's direction.

Strangely, nine times out of ten, they will meet those eyes.

Strange, Zhang Yuan frowned, the man looked at him as if looking at an old acquaintance.

Is it an illusion?

Zhang Yuan thought about it carefully, but he didn't even have the slightest impression of this person, and then he felt amused by his own thought. Also, if he had seen such a good-looking person, he would never forget it.

It must be an illusion.