Chapter 16:

When Jiang Ye and Gu Fei stepped out of the school, they wanted to tell Gu Fei, I'm here for Gu Miao, not for you.
But Gu Fei never looked back, so he had no chance to say.
When they were standing side by side, they couldn't say anything, Gu Miao was holding her skateboard and sitting on the sidewalk railing, shaking her legs.
Seeing them coming out, she immediately jumped down, threw the board forward, followed two steps to jump up and slid to the two of them, then reached out and took out a handful of sugar from Gu Fei's pocket.
Jiang froze, watching Gu Miao pick out the fruit candy in the sugar.
Is this sugar prepared for Gu Miao's children every day?
Gu Miao peeled a piece of sugar and put it in her mouth. Then she turned and stepped on the skateboard and rushed out. She slipped on the side of the sidewalk, presumably she was afraid of hitting a person.
Jiang Yan can only stare behind him. Although Gu Miao is very flexible and has good skills, he is still a schoolboy after all ... and her brother turned and took the car directly, without even glancing over there.
Gu Miao slid forward for a while and then stopped, looking back at him.
"Why?" Jiang Yan walked quickly to her side.
Gu Miao jumped off the skateboard and let it go aside.
Jiang Yan wanted to say that I had a sore body with your brother yesterday and didn't want to slip, but Gu Miao's big eyes stared at him roundly, and he couldn't say anything.
"Okay." He sighed and stepped out on the skateboard.
Fortunately, after taking a turn, this road is not a main road and there are few people.
Gu Miao ran behind him, and suddenly clapped her hands.
When he turned around, Gu Miao speeded up to him, gesturing while running, to see that it meant to let him go.
"You can play ..." He understood Gu Miao's meaning and jumped off the skateboard.
Gu Miao just ran, jumped forward to the board, rushed out by inertia, kicked a few more times, and then looked back at Jiang Yan.
"Ah ..." Jiang Yan was really tired, but he ran over. "Why don't you ask your brother to accompany you to do this ..."
Gu Miao jumped off the board. He immediately jumped on the board that was still sliding and continued to move forward.
That's how you slide forward one by one.
In fact, it's very interesting. Gu Miao doesn't speak, and he doesn't need him to talk. Just cooperate with her. The key is that she has good skills, and Jiang Yan doesn't need to worry about her falling.
Gu Fei was riding a bicycle ten meters away from them from beginning to end. One leg was dragging forward on the ground, and he slowly and slowly looked down, playing with his mobile phone, not looking at the road or his sister.
Jiang Yan always wanted to wait for him to clap in an uncovered pit.
But this small broken city is broken, but these managements are quite good. There is no shortage of bricks on the sidewalk. Gu Fei went to the street where they lived safely.
"Okay," Jiang Yan jumped off the skateboard, sweating all over his body, "I went back there."
Gu Miao stepped on the skateboard and waved goodbye to him.
He also waved.
Gu Miao put her hand to her mouth and blew a whistle. Gu Fei raised her head and glanced at her. She stepped on the pedal of the car suddenly and rushed out. When she passed by, she reached out and grabbed the back seat of the car. Gu Fei was taken out with water skiing.
"... Take off." Jiang Yan looked a little speechless.
Gu Fei should have no father, and his mother is a bit uncomfortable. Gu Miao might have been brought up like a dog by Gu Fei.
This is to set aside their house, and my mother saw that her brother brought his sister so much, and it is estimated that she could miss it for half a year.
...... Some things are like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and you will always remember it uncontrollably.
Jiang Yan lifted his head, took a big cold breath, and felt a little relieved in his heart.
Back in Li Bao's country, the people who played cards were gone. The mess in the living room, the table did not pack up the cards and a few broken jars filled with soot were disgusting.
Jiang Yan went into the kitchen. He could n’t always order takeaway. Now there is no pocket money. He can only go out every day and save a little. Just like Li Baoguo, let alone pocket money. Do n’t ask him for money even if he has conscience.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he wanted to smash things. Yesterday Li Baoguo finished making dumplings, everything was spread out like that, without washing and packing, there was half a pot of noodle soup in the pot.
Jiang Yan wanted to wash the pot. As soon as he picked it up, the whole man was dead.
A cockroach drowned in the noodle soup.
This scene shocked him so much that he couldn't vomit, so he stood in the kitchen while holding the pot, feeling that there were polypods crawling all over the body, with a sickly itching.
After standing for two minutes, he gritted his teeth and poured the noodle soup into the toilet. Then he put the pot on the ground, washed the pot with a water pipe for a long time, and then washed it with detergent. Put boiling water on the stove and start boiling water.
After the water was boiled, he did not turn off the fire, staring at the writhing water surface, until he felt that the last shadow of the cockroaches had been boiled, he poured the water, re-burned a pot of water, and planned to cook a bowl of noodles for himself .
There is a refrigerator in the kitchen, which smells as soon as it is opened. There are only a few red peppers in it. Depending on the taste, it has been in the refrigerator for at least one month.
No meat, no eggs, nothing.
Fuck! Did you buy the meat of Li Baoguo dumplings according to quantity?
He spit into a pot of water for a while, and turned off the fire.
After a terrible struggle between going out to eat, ordering takeaway and buying some vegetables back to cook noodles, he resolutely chose to buy vegetables.
At this moment, he is unable to change, and the only thing he can do is adapt, although it is easier said than done.
He took his wallet and mobile phone and went out to buy food.
I should go to the market, but ... he has been here for so long, and he has been walking around every day. He hasn't found a market anywhere.
I was looking for someone to go to the street, and I did n’t meet anyone who walked. It was time to cook and everyone stayed at home.
He frowned and glanced across the street.
The fake supermarket in Gu Fei's house must have it. Even if there is no greens, there must be some canned ham, fish, etc ... I don't know if he has been miserable recently. When he thought of these things, he swallowed I lost my throat and was hungry.
Jiang Yan, it depends on you.
After self-reflection, he turned into the street next to him.
Now that the curtain of Gu Fei's store is opened, there are almost shadows. I feel embarrassed every time. Now, after finishing a fight, I said three sentences in the morning and ran to buy things.
As soon as the curtains opened, he felt densely and glared at him.
Embarrassed to not be embarrassed, almost scared.
Seven people with 14 eyes, brothers and sisters Gu Fei Jia are not good birds and Li Yan.
Gu Fei was probably a bit surprised, holding back his chopsticks and watching him silent. He didn't speak, neither was Good Bird or Li Yan.
Only Gu Miao stood up and waved at him.
He smiled at Gu Miao, then walked in: "I'll buy something."
"Get it." Gu Fei said.
"Just ... where is the ham sausage?" Jiang Yan looked inside. Gu Fei's store was quite large, with several rows of shelves.
"The row is by the window." Li Yan said.
"Thank you." Jiang Yan glanced at him and walked over.
The types are quite complete. The ham sausage is crispy and the red sausage is sliced. He also took a bag, and took a canned pork belly and a canned fish.
I took two steps to the checkout counter, and thought about another half-turn, and took all the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and Li Baoguo's kitchen. It was too scary. He was afraid of everything inside.
"Buy it all," Li Yan stood behind the checkout counter, and said, "Do you want to cook?"
"Well," Jiang Yan hesitated. "Is there ... a pot?"
"Pot?" Li Yan froze and looked over to Gu Fei, "Is there a pot?"
Gu Fei also froze and stood up: "What pot?"
"Just ... the wok, the soup." Jiang Yan said.
"Yes," Gu Fei said, "but the quality is better if you buy it in the mall."
"It's okay, just have it," Jiang Yan said.
Gu Fei glanced at him, turned around and walked to the corner of the inside, and scooped out two pots, one wok and one soup pot from a pile of barrels and pots, and raised him: "This size?"
"OK." Jiang Yan nodded and took it in the past.
"You can eat it all together," Li Yan supported the checkout counter. "Adding double chopsticks."
Jiang Yan took out his wallet. Li Yan was very enthusiastic, but when he looked up, Li Yan's eyes were provocative with unfriendly.
The most annoying thing for Jiang Yan was that someone was holding him so inexplicably, took out the money and threw it, and put his hand on the checkout counter, and stared at him.
"Eyeballs have fallen out," Gu Fei came over and sat back on the stool, saying "collect money."
Li Yan stared at him again, looked down, took the money, and looked at him for a long time before finding money for him.
Jiang Yan saw that he didn't mean to take a bag for himself, so he looked next to the cash register, pulled two from a hanging bag of shopping bags, loaded everything, and then turned out.
"Are you sick?" Liu Fan looked at Li Yan.
"No problem," Li Yan sat down, took the cup, and sipped. "I don't know why, just look at this boy."
"Isn't it pleasing to the eye?" Liu Fan said, "I don't know if you fell in love at first sight, and you almost licked up."
"Can you chat?" Li Yan stared at him.
"Brother Yan is furious today." Luo Yu said with a smile while burying his head in his bones.
"It's your shit," Li Yan gave him a sideways glance. "I made this meal, but I don't want to eat it in the backyard and cook it for myself."
"Hey, let me say, Li Yan, you bought this big bone today very well," Liu Fan said, "fresh."
"Let my mother buy it," Li Yan said, "I always want to eat meat when it's cold, and my eyes flash green and oily ... Ermiao's mouth is rubbed with oil, anyway, it's a little beauty, pay attention to the image what."
Gu Miao took the paper towel and wiped her mouth, and then she continued to eat.
"By the way, isn't that person here again?" Liu Fan asked.
"Um." Gu Feiguo had some vegetables in Gu Miao's bowl.
Gu Miao quickly clipped the vegetables and wanted to put them in Li Yan's bowl. Gu Fei's chopsticks directly clamped her chopsticks: "My skin is dry."
Gu Miao had to retract her hand and stuff the vegetables into her mouth.
"It's useless skin care products on your face," Li Yan leaned over and looked at Gu Miao's face. "Er Miao, did you use the facial cleanser you bought last time?"
Gu Miao did not speak.
"She is in trouble," Gu Fei said.
Li Yan snorted: "I don't know who to follow with this rough energy, neither your mother nor your brother ..."
He said he stopped for a while, stuck for a long time, and finally put a noodle in his mouth.
"It's all right." Gu Fei drank the soup.
Today, this meal was prepared by Li Yan. Some of the idle unemployed friends who have nothing to do with are the good thing. When the mother is not reliable, they will come to help.
Gu Fei's absent class should be when the mom comes to the store, but she stays for at least two days a week for at least two days, and Li Yan will come over and watch the store incidentally cook.
The rice is not well prepared, that is, throwing all kinds of dishes in it, cooking a pot in a mess, eating all the flavors, but he is willing to buy vegetables, and he ca n’t fit the pot every time, so he has to come over eat.
After dinner, Liu Fan left a few. Li Yan leaned back on his chair and rubbed his stomach with his head up: "Er Miao, I'll wash the dishes in a while, Yan Yan will eat and eat too much."
Gu Miao picked up the skateboard and looked at Gu Fei.
"... Go on." Gu Fei was helpless.
Gu Miao's love of skateboarding is like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and this board almost hugged to sleep.
"Dafei," Li Yan opened his eyes and looked at Gu Fei after Gu Miao went out. "Tianer was warmer and went out to play."
"Where to go," Gu Fei asked.
"I don't know, just ask Sister Xin," Li Yan said, "go out with their band."
"Forget it," Gu Fei drank a cigarette, and said, "I won't go out for a while now, and I still carry a great deal of punishment."
"Do you still care about this?" Li Yan smiled.
"You have to get a diploma," Gu Fei said.
"You have to get closer to that Xueba relationship, maybe you can still take a good university." Li Yan looked at him.
Gu Fei glanced at him: "I have in my head."
"Actually," Li Yan thought for a moment, looking at the ceiling. "If the boy is not so dragged to the sky ... it's pretty good."
Gu Fei did not speak.
"I quite like this one," Li Yan said again.
"You'll be left with this dregs," Gu Fei said. "Stupid."
"The pattern is too long," Li Yan looked at his hair, "do you fix it?"
"Are you uncomfortably busy?" Gu Fei spit out a cigarette.
"Yes." Li Yan nodded.
Gu Fei turned the chair and turned his back to him.
Li Yan took a toolbox out from under the cash register: "How long do you have to keep this pattern? Would you like to change to a new one?"
"Don't." Gu Fei leaned her head on the backrest.
"Ding Zhuxin is really your goddess." Li Yan took the tool and carefully started to repair the rest on his left.
"My goddess is Gu Miao," Gu Fei said. "Don't keep pulling me with Sister Xin, especially when in front of her."
"I see," Li Yan nodded. "You're not a little follower now, and you don't look up. You don't even like women."
Gu Fei is a little funny: "Did she pay you?"
"No, I just think she's stupid. I know you ... I like you," Li Yan sighed. "The names have changed, I don't know what I want."
Gu Fei did not speak.
Ding Zhuxin's former name was Zhuyin, but later he changed it to Zhuxin.
Bamboo has no heart.
Yeah, what do you think?
When he was a child, he admired Ding Zhuxin very much. He felt that she was cool and free and easy. In his most confused and helpless years, Ding Zhuxin gave him more support than his mother. He still appreciates it, but he did not think that many things will change. The changes always appear a little bit, and when he is suddenly surprised, he will find that everything is different.
Jiang Yan tossed with a mobile phone for an hour before finally arriving at the logistics warehouse.
When the staff pulled his things out with a flatbed cart, he was startled, and several huge boxes were piled up on a hill.
"You're right, you have numbered." The staff gave him a list.
After Jiang Yan signed the letter, he quickly went out to find a delivery truck. The driver was unwilling to help him carry the box into the car, and he did n’t pay the money. Got in the car.
At this moment, I felt sore all over my body, fighting and running like 10,000 meters.
After the box was put in the car, the driver asked him to sit in the co-driver, but he refused after thinking about it and climbed into the back bucket.
He couldn't wait to see what his mother sent him.
After he left that house, what his mother would send him, he always felt that seeing these things he would know more clearly what his mother was thinking.
The boxes were tightly sealed. He took the knife and cut open the heaviest box.
It's a box of books.
The novels and comics he bought, as well as the magazines he ordered, were neatly and tightly packed. Jiang Yan frowned, pulled out several books from the top, and looked down.
See the review materials used in the entrance exam.
He closed the lid of the carton. Mom estimated that he had sent all the books on his bookshelf, and the box below was also the book.
He is not particularly fond of reading books, and there are not many books on the bookshelf, but various review materials are enough to make these two cardboard boxes deadly, just like his mood.
After hesitating, he opened a small box next to it.
Inside are all his gadgets, various decorations on the desk and in the drawer, interesting little toys, crafts, alarm clocks, pen holders, small picture frames, and even an old gas lighter that is out of breath.
He closed his eyes, rubbed his hands on his face fiercely, bracing his forehead and no longer wanted to move.
Looking at this stand, my mother probably didn't leave anything behind him. Probably all the brain was sent except the piano.
For so long, he has felt depressed, depressed, difficult to understand and unacceptable, and has resentment and anger, but when he saw these things, he felt sad first.
Cold war with people at home, scolded by my parents, and sent them back to their place of birth, all this did not make him sad, seeing the mother as if what task to complete, there is no distinction at all, no consideration of whether he needs He felt very hurt when he sent these things intact.
This sadness is stronger and unavoidable than any of his previous emotions.
He almost couldn't get up when the driver stopped.
A bunch of large and small boxes were removed from the car. After the car drove away, Jiang Yan gently kicked the boxes and sighed.
He leaned on the box and stared at the snow bun that was stepped into black mud on the side of the road. He didn't move until a broken uncle passed by on a tricycle.
"Two boxes of books." Jiang Yan pointed at the box.
The uncle looked at it: "We now collect books for the same price as waste paper."
"Okay, close it," Jiang Yan said.
After the uncle weighed the book, he opened the box of the small sundries, took out the only black slingshot he wanted to keep, and asked, "What about these?"
"Let me see," the uncle flipped back and forth roughly in the box, took out the contents and looked at them, "these are useless, they can't be removed ... thirty dollars."
"Take it away," Jiang Yan said.
"The one in your hand is worth a bit of money," said the uncle. "Twenty?"
"This is not for sale." Jiang Yan put the slingshot in his pocket, and he felt that the uncle was really dark. He bought it for more than 200 yuan, and he dared to say 20 yuan.
There were two boxes of his clothes, and the uncle still wanted to take them with interest: "What about clothes?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Yan said.
The uncle grinned a few times, took the money out of his pocket, and handed it to him, as well as a business card: "Call me again if there is something to sell. I live close by and come quickly."
"Okay." Jiang Yan stuffed his business card and money into his pocket.
When he dragged two boxes of clothes into the room, he felt like he was dragging two boxes of iron.
I don't know if it's really heavy, or if he's weak.
Two boxes of clothes still fit in the room. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the box in front of him.
With so many things, he spent a lot of money and shipped it back, and then sold the scrap. He couldn't help laughing, and his mind was so good that he learned to dominate.
He took out the dirty money from his pocket, all of which were small change.
The box that was so big and heavy became a few small pieces of paper.