Jiang Cheng’s classmates were not particularly handsome, and girls were not particularly beautiful, but just like Gu Fei felt when he saw Jiang Cheng for the first time, these people were not from here at first.

The aura that belongs to ordinary high school students in big cities seems so different from everything around.

"My classmate, Pan Zhi, you have seen it. I don't know if you still remember it," Jiang Cheng walked up to him and introduced several classmates to him, "Find somewhere to eat?"

"Yes," Gu Fei nodded, "Fry rice cakes."

Jiang Cheng widened his eyes and was about to say that he had eaten fried rice cakes again in the past two days. Before he opened his mouth, Pan Zhi said behind him: "Oh, it's not bad, I haven't eaten fried rice cakes for a long time."

"Yes, let's fry rice cakes, sugar water rice cakes are delicious too." Li Yuqing also said immediately.

"Let's go," Gu Fei took the bicycle next to him and stepped on it, put his legs with a plywood on the pedal, and scratched the other leg on the ground, "It's not far."

"Do you have convenient legs?" Pan Zhi asked.

"Convenient." Gu Fei said.

"Let's go." Jiang Cheng greeted, pretended to come and helped the handlebars, and quickly rubbed them on his hand.

Gu Fei quickly gave a thumbs up and stroked Jiang Cheng's palm when he took back his hand.

After a group of people followed, Gu Fei gave in to the roadside and listened to them chatting.

Jiang Cheng didn't talk much, basically Pan Zhi and those classmates were talking, mainly reporting on the school's gossip since the start of school, and Gu Fei followed him and listened.

"By the way, Cheng'er, his letter to you," Pan Zhi took out a kraft envelope from his pocket when he said of their class teacher, "I almost forgot."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng took it and stuffed it into his pocket.

This class teacher is also pretty good. Gu Fei slowly pulled forward, and he might be able to compete with Old Xu?

Gu Fei turned his head, and Jiang Cheng also turned to look at him. He narrowed his eyes.

Jiang Cheng tilted his head at him in a daze, and he also tilted his head and made a lip shaped look.

p

After Jiang Cheng suddenly realized Gu Fei's point, he felt a little embarrassed at first, but he wanted to laugh.

Pan Zhi called him two names, Cheng'er, grandpa.

The name grandpa is usually used in private communication or in a more exciting context. Cheng'er is his daily name. This is actually nothing, but if Gu Fei is like "Why does he sleep on the sofa and why does he sleep on the sofa and cannot stay in the hotel?", he will be speechless.

Because he usually calls Pan Zhi Pan Zhi Pan Zhi.

Why do you call him Pan Zhi and he call you Cheng'er?

Jiang Cheng looked at Gu Fei again. Gu Fei was lowering his head and lit a cigarette. After feeling his gaze turned his head and continued to have a silent mouth shape.

???

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but be happy.

"Yes!" Pan Zhi said next to him, "I almost laughed to death, almost got kicked out after half of the class."

"Ah," Jiang Cheng replied, "Idiot."

He didn't know what Pan Zhi was saying. Anyway, this answer is omnipotent to use between him and Pan Zhi.

"Hey, did you have any videos last time?" Pan Zhi asked again, "Send it to me. I don't have the chance to play together now, so I can watch it."

"I don't know," Jiang Cheng turned his head and asked Gu Fei, "Is there any?"

"Yes," Gu Fei said, "It must be there on Jiu Day."

"Who is the day?" Pan Zhi asked, and immediately changed the focus, "Send me one?"

"You add me." Gu Fei pressed the phone twice, and the screen was facing Pan Zhi.

"Okay," Pan Zhi immediately took out his cell phone and scanned the code to the screen, adding Gu Fei's friend, "Is this your number? It's very cute."

Jiang Cheng watched them add friends smoothly, and then Pan Zhi just put his phone back in his pocket when Xu Meng immediately pulled him aside.

"No, no," Pan Zhi whispered, "No, no, no, I have to go."

"Fuck?" Jiang Cheng was a little unbearable. Pan Zhi would not tell Xu Meng about it now, but after he went back, he might not be able to wait for him. Xu Meng came to ask for it himself. He didn't mention this kind of thing, but he might not be able to remember it. If he asked for it now, it would be unreasonable if he didn't give a WeChat account.

He turned his head and stared at Gu Fei, pressing his voice: "?"

"Cheng'er?" Gu Fei also suppressed his voice.

"Your uncle Gu Fei, are you five years old?" Jiang Cheng continued to suppress his voice.

"No," Gu Fei said.

Jiang Cheng couldn't even hold back his expression, and he almost burst out with a snot when he smiled.

"Fuck." He rubbed his nose.

There are many small shops next to the rice cake restaurant. After a group of people sat down, the two girls went out to sweep around and bought a bunch of grilled winged skewers and drinks.

Gu Fei sat at the table, lowering his head to play with his cell phone. He had no common language with Jiang Cheng's classmates. These people were as clean as Jiang Cheng. Even if anyone talked about the topics he had liked, they all sounded naive and romantic.

Just as Li Yan said, you and your peers have a fucking generation gap, and it looks like your classmates are looking at their sons.

However, Jiang Cheng is still different. Jiang Cheng is obviously more mature than Pan Zhi and the others, so there are no gaps between them. If they have to say there are, it is not these gaps.

Jiang Cheng still talked very little. Most of the time he just leaned in the chair and looked at a few classmates and said that Gu Fei looked at him without even his expression, with a face that was born with disdain. This was the original Jiang Cheng.

If he hadn't seen Jiang Cheng like this again, he would have almost no idea that Jiang Cheng was retired because his relationship with the adoptive family deteriorated so much that it could not be relieved.

Gu Fei stretched his legs under the table and gently stepped on Jiang Cheng's shoes.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at him, his eyes bent slightly, and then turned his face back, looking at a few classmates who were chatting and laughing wildly.

This is Jiang Cheng now, no, this is Jiang Cheng who is with him.

"Niu Xiaoyang is really awesome now, his face is full of sunshine," Pan Zhi said while eating roasted wings. "Oh, as soon as Jiang Cheng left, he could be considered to be able to squeeze into the top three. His face has its own light source and it flashes every day."

"Don't care about him," said Li Song. "Anyway, he doesn't have to be slander, and you won't be slandering, that god."

"That's different," Pan Zhi said, "You wait. When I go back, I have to tell him that he has to write a thank you letter to Cheng'er, who is very sincere and bring another whip."

"Who are you copying in the exam now?" Jiang Cheng smiled, touched a cigarette and lit it.

"I'm self-reliant now," Pan Zhi sighed, "As soon as the midterm exam results came out, my dad beat me so much that my mom didn't recognize me."

The group of people were very happy and began to talk about this midterm exam.

Jiang Cheng continued to remain silent. He was almost like this before. Except for talking a little more when he was with Pan Zhi, although his relationship with other classmates was not bad, he couldn't find much to say.

He felt a little sad when he heard the topic now.

In the past six months, this kind of chatting around exams and rankings has become very unfamiliar. No. 4 Middle School does not have such an atmosphere. The only discussion that can continue around exams is probably cheating.

Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a little panicked as he listened.

Lao Xu only made two sets of papers. I guess there was no time to do them during the two days of vacation, so I could only wait for Pan Zhi and the others to go back.

I took the bus all the way and chatted excitedly for almost two hours. The group of people were finally sleepy. Pan Zhi went to settle the bill and shouted that he wanted to go back to bed.

"Maybe it won't get up too early tomorrow," Pan Zhi looked at Gu Fei and asked, "It should be almost the same to get up before ten o'clock to play, right?"

Gu Fei glanced at him and wanted to say that you would better get up at three o'clock.

"It seems almost there, it seems a bit late to climb the mountain," said Gu Fei.

"Let's go to the haunted house first," said Li Yuqing, "I have always wanted to play with the haunted house."

"If you want to have a haunted house, it's time," Gu Fei said. "You can also play in the park. There is a Guta where we go to visit and write essays every semester."

"Okay," Pan Zhi laughed, "It just so happens that my weekly diary has not been written yet."

After leaving the store, Gu Fei still stepped on his bicycle and walked forward slowly.

There is the intersection 50 meters ahead. Turn left and then 50 meters away, and it is time for him to turn another road home.

Tsk.

He glanced at Jiang Cheng, who was also looking at him. After his eyes met, Jiang Cheng walked to him: "Go home and send me a message later."

"Send it to me," Gu Fei said.

"Okay," Jiang Cheng replied, "Then you still have to send it."

"Yes," Gu Fei looked at his classmates, "You will go home with Pan Zhi in a while?"

"How should I answer?" Jiang Cheng glanced at him.

Gu Fei laughed: "He slept on the sofa, don't forget."

"Remember," Jiang Cheng said, "WeChat friends should not be added randomly, don't forget."

"Okay," Gu Fei pulled the bell on the handlebars, and the group of people turned to look over. He waved his hand and pointed to the intersection in front, "I'm going there."

"See you tomorrow!" Pan Zhi said, "We will call a car to pick you up tomorrow."

"Yeah," Gu Fei responded and said in a low voice, "Good night."

"Good night." Jiang Cheng whispered.

Pan Zhi took his clothes with him and didn't put them in the hotel. Now he went straight to the rental house with Jiang Cheng, and the others agreed to go back to the hotel after tomorrow.

"Can your friend go tomorrow?" Pan Zhi said as he walked, "Isn't it good to have someone to play with him?"

"It would be great if his legs were out of this piece," said Jiang Cheng.

"Ah?" Pan Zhi was stunned.

Jiang Cheng's cell phone rang, and he took it out and took a look. It was the message sent by Gu Fei.

Chengcheng, please walk forward boldly and don’t turn around

Hold?

Jiang Cheng took advantage of Pan Zhi's adjustment bag on his shoulder and glanced quickly. Gu Fei's figure standing on the bicycle with his legs on his legs was blurred under the lamp post from a distance, but he still recognized it at a glance.

He returned one to Gu Fei.

mwah
To be continued...