SAYE 「Act Wildly」 - Chapter 93

In the morning, Jiang Yan was drowsy. He was listening to the teacher’s lecture in his ears. The teachers of the fourth middle school were at the level of the old monk chanting the sutras. Except Lao Lu would be interspersed with scolding and refreshing. Ian walked along in frustration, falling asleep while walking.

In this season when the weather started to get a bit cold, and it was very comfortable, the only people who could not hold a conversation and could hold on to the lessons were Jiang Yan and Yi Jing.

Oh no, Jiang Yan looked at Gu Fei, who was still taking notes, and Gu Fei.

By the way … Mr. Xu Xu, who can easily find Yi Jing’s back, can be found in about 10,000 backs.

After school at noon, Jiang Yan immediately lay on the table and closed his eyes: “Call me in twenty minutes.”

“Um.” Gu Fei answered and closed the notebook.

“Ah, big fly, big fly,” Zhou Jing turned his head away, “big …”

Gu Fei looked at him.

“Are you wearing Jiang Yan’s clothes?” Zhou Jing asked.

Jiang Yan raised his head, feeling “I can’t wait for this person to kill his mouth right away.”

“No.” Gu Fei said.

“Isn’t it?” Zhou Jing hesitated. “I looked like he was wearing it last week.”

“Same paragraph,” Gu Fei said.

“… Oh,” Zhou Jing hesitated, “It’s not new, I haven’t seen you before …”

“Get off.” Gu Fei interrupted him briefly.

Zhou Jing sighed and stood up: “I can’t talk anymore, it’s almost impossible.”

When I was in class, I felt as if the world was gone. The teacher’s voice seemed to float back from the Five Elements. Now that I am out of class, I can rest quietly on my stomach and Jiang Yan can’t sleep again.

But he still kept his eyes very strong, and when Gu Fei said “Twenty minutes” beside him, he opened his eyes and wiped away the tears that shed because he was sleepy and unable to sleep.

“Aren’t you asleep?” Gu Fei asked.

“Ah,” Jiang Yan sighed. “I’m so blind.”

“That’s still lying down. I see your eyelids are almost catching up with your wings,” Gu Fei smiled and pushed the notebook in front of him. “Do you think that’s okay? No, you just ask the teacher.”

Jiang Yan opened the notebook and felt a clear stream.

He started taking notes from junior high school. After years passed, he saw for the first time such clean and neat writing on his notebook.

Gu Fei’s notes on learning scum notes are not important. Anyway, what was written on the blackboard, and the teacher repeated it, he wrote it down, and he had to pick out the key points when reading it.

But he admired it a bit. Gu Fei’s words were not only written well, but also quickly. The notes were so indiscriminate that it was not a trivial project.

“You’re pretty good,” Jiang Yan said, “I have to use abbreviations and marks to take notes, otherwise I can’t remember them.”

“Crap,” Gu Fei said, “I just remember, I don’t care.”

“You haven’t been to class so seriously since you are so big.” Jiang Yan stood up and stretched.

“Well,” Gu Fei also stood up, and the two went out together. “Being with Xueba is the experience of many amazing things.”

“So …” Jiang Yan glanced at him. “Tired? Tired of taking notes?”

“OK,” Gu Fei said.

Jiang Yan didn’t say anything related to class and review, but he could feel that Gu Fei is different from other academic scum. Normal scum, even if it is nothing, just take a note, it will be annoying all morning, such as Pan The kind of genuine academic scum.

Not to mention that Pan Zhi was to take notes in the morning like Gu Fei, and he could fall asleep on the pen in just one class.

When thinking of this, Jiang Yan was unwilling and distressed.

Watching Gu Fei just buried his hope and walked along the road of the people in the steel mill, feeling helpless to stand aside made him uncomfortable.

Whenever you taste Gu Fei’s helplessness, his mood will slide all the way down to the end.

“What’s for lunch?” Gu Fei asked.

Jiang Yan retracted his distant thoughts and pondered for two minutes before answering: “I don’t know.”

“Really sad.” Gu Fei sighed.

“I just feel hungry, but I don’t know what I want to eat,” Jiang Yan rubbed his stomach. “Why not have something to eat?”

“Is the opposite pizza?” Gu Fei laughed.

“Ah, don’t,” Jiang Yi said, “Wang Erpie is much stronger than that.”

After a long discussion, they went to the gate of Gu Miaoqian Elementary School and ate a meal of mutton.

Although it is only mutton powder, from the appearance and price point of view, it is more in line with the high-level requirements of Jiang Yan.

This lamb flour Jiang Yan passed by many times, every time I think it is a bar, I also pondered that this small broken city is really awesome, can allow the bar to open to the entrance of the elementary school, the bar kind of has a different name called the gray wolf …

“This is the place to come this time,” Jiang Yan sighed when he came out after eating the powder. “It’s too expensive, twenty yuan! Didn’t you feel that I just pulled you out?”

“I didn’t feel it. I thought you would dress me up,” Gu Fei laughed. “Actually, the price is okay. There is a lot of meat. I originally wanted to give you another meat supplement. Recently, I used my brain. Excessive, as soon as the meat is okay, I am not willing to add more. “

“Yes! You ca n’t bear to add any more, what price is okay?” Jiang Yan laughed for a long time, then sighed, “Oh … I’ll take you to eat 800 yuan later A bowl of flour, plus two hundred bucks of meat. “

“Okay,” Gu Fei nodded earnestly. “It’s not Chinese who don’t give Canada.”

The two of them had another fun.

When I returned to Gu Fei ’s store, Gu Fei ’s mother was sitting next to the checkout counter. She seemed to be in a bad mood. When she met, she would say with a loud voice that Jiang Yan was here. After glancing at them, they continued to sit in a bun.

“Did you eat?” Gu Fei asked her.

“Eat,” she replied, and her voice was weak. “Take Ermiao to eat a roll of rice. She had to eat that stuff. It’s cold. I have a stomachache now.”

“You go back,” Gu Fei raised her hand and touched her forehead. “How do you feel like you have a fever?”

“No,” she stood up, grabbed the small bag under the table, and walked to the store entrance. “Don’t worry about me, you’re not tired. I’m tired.”

“Goodbye, aunt,” Jiang Yan looked at her back, then turned to look at Gu Fei, “what happened to your mother?”

“Exhausted from time to time,” Gu Fei sat down, turned on the cash register and looked at the money. “I was hit by a new boyfriend yesterday, so I’m in a bad mood.”

“… Is that the motorcycle rider I saw last time?” Jiang Yan asked.

“I don’t know,” Gu Fei frowned, “I’ll go get the kid clean up again.”

Jiang Yan said nothing and sat beside him.

“It doesn’t make sense, and it ’s been talked about a thousand times and eight hundred times,” Gu Fei said, pulling out her cell phone and dragging. “I think she has to see a psychiatrist, but she definitely won’t go, and here we are … There are no reliable psychiatrists. “

Jiang Yan reached out and took away his mobile phone, took his hand, and gently squeezed it.

Yeah, let ’s not talk about steel mills. In this small broken city, going to see a psychiatrist is estimated to turn into a neuropathy in the eyes of people around you. Gu Fei’s mother is probably the same. Going to see the psychologist is to admit that he is a mad Already.

“She asked me yesterday, without Gu Miao, did I ignore her long ago.” Gu Fei said.

“Really?” Jiang Yan tilted his head.

“Yes,” Gu Fei said. “It’s all grown up. Go your own way.”

Jiang Yan didn’t speak anymore, only feeling confused.

“Go to sleep,” Gu Fei said, “it’s not enough this afternoon.”

“How about you?” Jiang Yan asked.

“Shall we squeeze that little bed together to sleep?” Gu Fei laughed. “I don’t need to sleep, I’m not sleepy.”

Gu Feigang changed the sheets on the bed in the hut, and the quilt pillows and sheets lined with the refreshing smell of sunlight. Jiang Yan fell to the bed and fell asleep within two minutes of holding the quilt.

When Gu Fei called him, he didn’t want to get up, holding the quilt and letting go: “sleepy sleepy …”

“Then you missed school?” Gu Fei asked.

“No.” Jiang Yan buried his face in the quilt.

“That?” Gu Fei asked again.

“Sleepy,” Jiang Yan said.

“That absenteeism?” Gu Fei continued to ask.

“No.” Jiang Yan’s answer continued to cycle.

“So what?” Gu Fei asked.

“… What?” Jiang froze.

“I **** you,” Gu Fei yanked his pants against the bedside, “I’m also idle when you’re idle, you won’t get up anyway.”

Jiang Yan turned his head and looked at him: “I depend.”

Gu Fei didn’t say a word, and lifted up his clothes half.

“Ah! Hey …” Jiang Yan was awake for a moment, then he sat up, then jumped to the ground, “You put away, go to school.”

“Not sleepy?” Gu Fei pulled his clothes away.

“Not sleepy, I wash my face!” Jiang Yan ran to the backyard.

In the afternoon, the self-study class was cancelled. Lao Xu stood on the podium and said tensely for ten minutes, hoping to cheer everyone from the self-study class to a variety of major subjects, but the results were not great.

Lao Lu, who had seized the first self-study course, couldn’t help but say something about Lao Xu: “Mr. Xu, you said these are useless! Look at these things! Please rest, I have class! Let you say it Half a class! “

Old Xu Yiyi reluctantly gave up the position from the podium: “Less than a year! Classmates! You have played for two and a half years! In the last half of the year, get up and fight!”

“Wakeup!” Lao Lu went up to the table with a palm, “Class!”

Jiang Yan was frightened by his palm when he hadn’t gone, and Gu Fei, who was next to him, was so scared that his mobile phone fell directly to the ground.

“Distress you, Mr. Xu!” Said old Lu. “Every day, my lips are worn and bald! Others who have prepared for the exam are ten pounds and twenty pounds thin. You go home and call yourself fat! Big ears! I can only find a pork scale at the market to make it! “

Jiang Yan glanced at Gu Fei.

“Don’t look at me,” Gu Fei whispered, “I have a very good figure.”

Jiang Yan didn’t smile.

“You’re thin,” Gu Fei said again. “Everything can be seen. Weigh it at night. You can see at least ten pounds.”

“Um.” Jiang Yan smiled.

After school, the two went to the pharmacy, and Gu Fei stood on the scale: “I haven’t changed my weight for three years.”

“Do you call it every time?” Jiang Yan asked.

“Um.” Gu Fei nodded.

Jiang Yan hesitated, and the person in the medicine turned his head and asked, “Sister, is your scale good?”

“Okay, new!” Said the elder sister. “It’s been two months since I changed, and it’s quite accurate.”

“Oh,” Jiang Yan also stood up, and then hesitated. “I rely on his uncle … is it light?”

Gu Fei took the schoolbag in his hand and said, “Why don’t you hold me up and stand.”

“I can’t move,” Jiang Yan smiled, and looked at the number on the weight scale again. “It’s lighter than you, so we should be almost the same.”

“Probably,” Gu Fei pinched his waist, “you probably need to take some nutrition.”

“Which is it,” Jiang Yan lowered the scale. “I never had to replenish my nutrition before the exam. Before the middle school exam, I was so boiled every day. My mom … I didn’t give any special meals, so I didn’t need to be so coy.”

“The pressure on the entrance exam is not so great,” Gu Fei said as he walked out of his cell phone. “And you eat a little too casually now, and you won’t go out to eat in the evening.”

“Do you eat in the store?” Jiang Yan asked.

“Well,” Gu Fei nodded solemnly. “I won’t go out early to eat, the fritters don’t have much nutrition.”

“Will you do it earlier?” Jiang Yanle was happy.

“Um.” Gu Fei continued to nod.

“What are you looking at?” Jiang Yan leaned next to him.

“Nutrition recipes, look at this, a nutritious breakfast a day.” Gu Fei pointed to the screen.

“No, you do it?” Jiang Yan looked at him. “You’re not as good as Li Yan.”

“Then let Li Yan do it for you.” Gu Fei said.

“Get out of here,” Jiang Yan glanced at him, “I’m not so coquettish.”

“Just don’t roll.” Gu Fei smiled and took the phone back into his pocket.

Lao Lu said that he was fat on the exam. Pan Zhi counted one. His family still refused to accept the reality that he was a scum. Every time Pan Zhi pretended to be lying on the table playing mobile phone, his mother thought This is a school bully that is hindered by malnutrition, so Pan Zhi can gain three or five pounds even during the mid-term exams.

After taking the test, in the various kinds of scolding and scolding, the heavy weight is reduced.

Jiang Yan has never enjoyed the treatment of nutritious meals. Shen Yiqing has strict dietary standards. He believes that no matter how hard it is to review, the nutrition of the diet at home is sufficient. Adding nutrition is just a psychological comfort.

But maybe this is the case. Jiang Ye never felt that when he was reviewing, he was not nutritious enough, that is, he was prone to sleepiness, but according to his ability, he was generally hungry and sleepy and drank a bit of fragrance …

“It’s too hard to use your brain to make you sleepy,” Gu Fei said, holding a mobile phone in one hand and a wok in one hand, stirring the chicken wings in the pot.

“Do you eat chicken wings to supplement your brain?” Jiang Yan asked.

“Walnut milk egg red date sesame banana soybean …” Gu Fei said in a series, “Which do you like?”

“… don’t like it,” Jiang Yan answered.

“That’s all right, you don’t like fish,” Gu Fei looked at the phone. “You like meat, right, big flower.”

“The chicken wings are also good.” Jiang Yan swallowed.

“So I think it ’s better to eat better, and the inexplicable pile of food ca n’t be eaten, and I do n’t know how to do it,” Gu Fei sautéed for a long time, and then pointed with a frying spoon, “Go, pour Coke in . “

“Well,” Jiang Yan said to Coke in the past, “Is it all down?”

“All down.” Gu Fei looked at the phone again.

“Is there no Coca-Cola? Pepsi is not enough …” Jiang Yan said.

“Brother, I don’t think you really have enough brains,” Gu Fei looked at him, “Do you want to eat a Cola Chicken Wing with gas?”

“… Can I go and drink a bottle?” Jiang Yan smiled.

“It’s in the freezer,” Gu Fei said.

The amount of chicken wings in this pot is very sufficient, because Gu Miao, who has an amazing diet even though he doesn’t need to fill his brain, has to be taken into account. Gu Fei can toss in the kitchen for an hour. A cry: “Gu Ermiao came to get the tableware!”

Gu Miao ran into the kitchen and took out the tableware.

“Er Miao, let’s wash our hands?” Jiang Yan asked.

Gu Miao looked at him, nodded, and walked to the edge of the pool with Jiang Yan.

“I’ll wash first?” Jiang Yan said, after confirming that Gu Miao was still calm, he turned on the faucet and washed his hands with very little water.

Gu Miao followed and stretched out her hand, rubbing her hands under the faucet.

“It’s all right.” Jiang Yan glanced at Gu Fei.

“Well,” Gu Fei nodded, “I haven’t been afraid of water for half a year.”

This is progress, is it progress? Jiang Yan did not ask Gu Fei, he believed that Gu Fei should have experienced similar expectations countless times, and all were disappointed.

Cola chicken wings is probably the easiest “dish” to cook, and basically has no technical content. Gu Fei just looked at the mobile phone and followed the steps to make it, and it tasted pretty good.

“Is it salty?” Gu Fei looked at him.

“Fine.” Jiang Yan gave him a thumbs thumb while rubbing his chicken wings.

Gu Miao immediately followed him and gave Gu Fei a thumbs up.

“Really, don’t you buy a chicken wing in the store without a pot.” Jiang Yan quickly finished one chicken wing and took another one.

“No time,” Gu Fei smiled. “It’s a mess, probably not enough for you.”

Jiang Yan smiled and chopped two meals.

Gu Fei really doesn’t have time. This shop basically just makes up for it. There is no way to run it seriously. When he goes to take part-time photos, it is impossible for Li Yan to keep it every day. His mother stayed for a while and went out directly Close the shop door and the business is not done.

Jiang Yan glanced at Gu Miao. If Gu Miao is slightly better, it can make Gu Fei a lot easier if he can help to guard the shop, but if it is really better, Gu Miao should go to school.

He bit his chicken wing bones, and many things were an endless loop, intertwined in circles.

After dinner, Jiang Yan first returned to the rented room, he had to do his homework and read a book.

Gu Fei cleaned up the things in the store, then brought Gu Miao home, played with him for a while, and waited for Gu Miao to sleep before coming over with a thermos pot.

“What is this?” Jiang Yan glanced at the time, Gu Fei was an hour later than usual, and now it was over ten o’clock.

“… Cola Chicken Wings,” Gu Fei unscrewed the lid of the thermos pot. “I just made it at home, and your supper … for your brain.”

“Oh.” Jiang Yan was warm in his heart, but after the warming, he suddenly wanted to laugh, and he made a noise without holding back.

“Serious,” Gu Fei put the lid back on. “Don’t you like it?”

“Um.” Jiang Yan nodded his face in a tense face, thinking about it again.

Gu Fei stared at him for a long time, and had fun with him, sitting on the edge of the bed: “At this stage, I will only have this one dish, you stick to it.”

“Okay,” Jiang Yan smiled, reached out and touched his lips, “Gu Fei, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, please call me a red scarf,” Gu Fei touched his chest, “I forgot to wear the red scarf.”

“Okay, red scarf,” Jiang Yan smiled and picked up the book on the table. “Are you tired?”

“Not tired, why?” Gu Fei asked.

Jiang Yan handed him the book: “You pump me …”

Gu Fei had already reacted when the corner of his mouth ticked, but still had no time to avoid it, and Gu Fei slap in his arm.

“Your uncle!” Jiang Yan rubbed his arms.

“Suck,” Gu Fei took the book, “What else?”

“Just rub it.” Jiang Yan stretched his arms in front of him.

“Okay,” Gu Fei pulled his arm and rubbed it gently, then looked down again, “I’m tired, why is it red?”

“I’m malnourished,” Jiang Yan said. “Come with chicken wings.”

Gu Fei went to the kitchen to find a bowl and washed it. He put out two chicken wings and put it on the table. “Do you want me to help you with your knowledge?”

“Well,” Jiang Yan said, holding a chicken wing, “you can just smoke, where you want to go.”

Gu Fei picked up the book: “The geographical boundary of China’s population distribution …”

“It is roughly bounded by a straight line drawn between Heihe City in Heilongjiang and Tengchong City, Yunnan Province,” Jiang said, biting his bones. “There is a large population in the southeast of the line and a small population in the northwest of the line.”

Gu Fei also took a chicken wing: “The migration of Sichuan is positive for the local …”

“Relieves the contradiction between people and land in this region, and strengthens the economic, technological, ideological, and cultural ties between Sichuan and the outside world …” Jiang Yan said halfway through, the cell phone thrown on the bed rang, “Who is so late? “

“Is Pan Zhi?” Gu Fei helped him to get his phone over and hesitated when he saw the caller ID on the screen. “Shen Yiqing?”

Jiang Yan’s hand stretched towards the thermos pot froze in the air.

“You … adoptive mother?” Gu Fei hesitated, presumably because Jiang Yan hadn’t moved, so he asked, “Don’t answer?”

Jiang Yan stared at the mobile phone, and then said gently: “I don’t want to answer.”

Gu Fei didn’t speak, he pressed the phone to mute, put it back to the bed, and helped Jiang Yan to take two more chicken wings into the bowl.

“Increased income, promoted economic development, and the impact of the increase in floating population on urban development …” Jiang Yan said.

“Ah?” Gu Fei stunned and then hurriedly returned to Jiang Yan. This is what he did not finish just now and then finish.

Jiang Yan didn’t say a word again, staring at the cell phone with the screen still on silently, frowning.