Fang Jing's words refreshed Xiao Wenjing's understanding of Fang Hui. She couldn't believe that the considerate and well-behaved child she talked to until midnight last night would be the troubled ghost in Fang Jing's mouth.
Sipping her chopsticks, Xiao Wenjing said calmly: "I think you should have a good communication. Fang Hui is not this kind of person."
"You will be away from home all the year round and won't have much time to go home. You should make time to spend time with her. I heard she said that you always buy a lot of homework for her to do endlessly. No one can bear this."
"Xiao Xiao, you don't understand this." When it came to education, Hong Fang was chatty, put down her chopsticks and replied seriously, "Homework is the source of happiness for children."
"Since I listened to Fang Jing last time and bought a few kilograms of homework for my children at home, now I hear from my wife that the family is more peaceful and my ears are quiet."
"It's just that Sister Jing doesn't understand. You don't have as much experience in this area as I do. Don't I know who Fang Hui is? I can't control her without homework."
"Besides, homework is not a chore. Didn't you see that it says Happy Winter Vacation? She still enjoys it, isn't it? Fang Hui!!"
"Yes." A feeble reply came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of chopping vegetables, "Bang, bang, bang!"
"Be gentle, you will almost cut through the chopping board."
"Got it, I'll chop green onions for you."
Fang Jing:……
When I heard this sound, I thought it was chopping bones. Who works so hard at chopping green onions?
…
On weekends, at five o'clock in the afternoon, the football field of the County No. 1 Middle School was filled with densely packed chairs. There were banners on the two-meter-high rostrum, and there was a background board with a square photo on it.
The school teacher was adjusting the sound equipment, while Fang Jing was putting on makeup. Outside the school, people began to come in one after another. There were many students of different ages. Soon all the 4,000 seats in the football field were filled, and there were many people squatting on the track. They
As a student living on campus, you don’t need to buy tickets and you can bring your own bench.
"The rainy season when I was seventeen"
"We have common expectations"
"Hug tightly, hug together."
At 5:20, Fang Jing started on time, first singing a song about the rainy season at the age of seventeen, then childhood, running, the wind started, and the story of time...
My voice became hoarse at the end of the song. I looked up at the sky and thought, Damn, why is it not dark yet? How long has it been?
Offstage, Xiao Wenjing helped with the video recording. Fang Jing's first concert was messed up. The song was almost finished but the time was not up yet.
It was originally scheduled for one and a half hours, but it was only half way over now, and she never stood up to remind her from the beginning to the end that this was what Yang Ning told her to do, and that she should hone Fang Jing's time.
"Ahem! Thank you all for your support." Fang Jing couldn't sing anymore, so he could only talk to calm down for a while.
"I am honored to come to No. 1 Middle School for my first concert in my life. This was once a place many of our students yearned for."
"I was admitted here that year, but in the end I was not destined to attend. It's a pity, but today I saw many familiar faces in the audience."
Fang Jing pointed to Chen Jinpeng on the chair at the track station, "That's my former deskmate Chen Jinpeng."
"There is also this beautiful and cute girl in the front row. This is our English class representative Jin Xiaomei. The one in the third row wearing a green sweater is my second grade classmate Yan Jing."
"Now I cover my face and bury my head in a ponytail. The one with the mole on the left temple is Yu Haishan at the front table, and next to me is Lei Yu."
"The one holding the child is Yan Ruyi. Your child is so cute. Thank you very much for coming..."
Fang Jing had a very good memory. Although he had only graduated from junior high school two years ago, he could recognize these former companions at a glance.
Some of the classmates who were called by him waved hello, while others were shy and did not speak.
"I will release an album soon during the Chinese New Year. Here I will give you one of the songs first. The camera lady in the audience, please don't record this one."
Xiao Wenjing glanced around, as if she was the only videographer, and cursed, "You are the eldest sister, and your whole family is the eldest sister."
Open the window and look at the white birds in the sky
Thinking of your mint smile
You were running on the playground then
Shout loudly I love you, do you know?
…
we are all good kids
whimsical child
Believe that love can last forever
We are all good kids.”
…
"Fang Jing! I like you!" Yan Jing blushed in the crowd and mustered up the courage to shout loudly.
"Woo!" Suddenly there was a lot of cheering sounds.
Xiao Wenjing raised a smile, "I asked you to call me eldest sister, what will you do?"
Fang Jing was embarrassed, why did this happen to him? In the past, a girl in his class had given him a love letter, but now the girl was sitting down holding the baby.
"Thank you, I like you too."
…
At seven o'clock, the weather was getting colder, and the wind was blowing across his face like a knife. When the time came, Fang Jing hurriedly stepped down from the stage. He really had no shame in continuing to embarrass himself on top.
It was a good concert, and half of the time was his stand-up comedy. Fortunately, the tickets were sold as friendly tickets, and most of the people sitting below were fellow citizens, otherwise he would have been beaten to death.
Backstage, Chen Jinpeng gestured with a silent microphone without any politeness, as if he was the one singing just now.
"Fang Jing, are you going to a junior high school reunion later?"
"I still have..."
"Go, my brother will definitely go! By the way, who is the girl with short hair in green clothes just now?" Fang Hui looked like a gossip.
Xiao Wenjing nodded, "Yes, yes, Fang Jing is not busy at all. He only watches TV when he gets home."
"Then it's settled, I'll inform them." Chen Jinpeng grinned, "The girl's name is Yan Jing, your brother is at the same table, and she is in the same class as me now."
"Brother, it's okay. I didn't realize that you fell in love early in junior high school."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't have the skills."
"Yes, yes, I understand, Fang Jing... I like you."
"Hey, your skin is itchy, right?"
Hiding behind Xiao Wenjing, Fang Hui showed her head and said with a smile: "Who told you to bully me every day? I will tell my mother later."
Fang Jing's face froze.
"I'm talking about godmother."
"I know, you can go back on your own in a while. I'll be back later. I'm leaving. Chen Jinpeng and the others are still waiting."
Fang Jing put on his down jacket and left, sighing softly after going out.
My father loves to drink and has no ability. He will definitely contribute the most to any happy event and be the one who stays up late eating and drinking.
The key point is that the wine is not good, and he always curses and curses people when he comes back. His parents quarrel often over this matter, and every time pots and dishes are thrown on the floor. If he and Fang Hui were not young, his mother would not worry about this marriage.
Left long ago.
When they left, Fang Hui cried and wanted to follow her, but her father wouldn't let her. She even secretly ran to her grandmother's house in the middle of the night, but she couldn't find the road for more than 30 kilometers. If she got lost in the county, a kind-hearted person called the police and sent her back.
"Fang Jing, here it is!"
In the distance, Chen Jinpeng was waving at the corner of the football field. Next to him were seven or eight people, all old classmates.
Shaking his head and shaking off his thoughts, Fang Jing walked over with a smile, "Tell me, where are you going? I'm treating you today."
"Go to the restaurant next to the park. I went there last time and it tasted good."
Fang Jing waved his hand and said, "Lead the way."
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