When we arrived at the hotel, Fang Jing opened a private room. We were all students and didn't order any wine. We just bought a few bottles of drinks.
Yan Jing sat opposite Fang Jing, not daring to look directly at him, her face turned slightly red as she looked at him. Now she didn't know how she could be so bold before.
"Fang Jing... I was joking before, so don't mind."
"fine."
"Um!"
"Have a meal."
"good!"
One sentence per person, simple and straightforward, no more communication.
Fang Jing felt a little sorry that Yan Jing didn't talk much. He remembered that they had a good relationship in the past, and they usually talked about anything when they were together.
But it seemed that this encounter was not as exciting and beautiful as imagined. After a while, Fang Jing went to settle the bill while going to the bathroom.
"Senior, your cell phone!"
Turning around to leave, Fang Jing turned around to see two girls calling him from behind, holding the mobile phone he had just put on the counter.
"Thank you, from No. 2 Middle School?"
"Uh-huh!"
Smelling the smell of alcohol on their bodies, Fang Jing frowned, "Why don't you go home so late at night?"
"I came here with my classmates and will leave soon."
"What's your name and which class are you in?"
"Class 2 and 3, Xiao Xiao and Peng Rong."
At this moment, Fang Jing had a serious face, as if he was possessed by Director Cao. The two girls were so frightened that they lost their joyful mood and just wanted to leave immediately.
"Thank you for helping me get my phone back. I will give you a gift for each of you. Come back quickly."
"Thank you, senior." The two girls smiled happily.
…
"Who are you talking to? Why didn't you call me over?" Chen Jinpeng asked as soon as he entered the door.
Just now, they vaguely heard Fang Jing talking outside, and thought he had met an acquaintance.
Fang Jing chuckled, "Two middle school girls did me a small favor and promised to give them gifts."
"What gift? Is it mine?"
"Three years of simulating five years of high school entrance exams! I'm going to give them two sets each, do you want them?"
Chen Jinpeng shook his head wildly, "You are repaying kindness with hatred. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"
"Tch! How can they thank me if they get a middle finger someday?"
Yan Jing couldn't help laughing, "I remember it was my birthday in the second grade of junior high school. I told you kindly, but you bought me a copybook as a birthday gift and told me to practice my calligraphy."
"I know that!" Chen Jinpeng interrupted, "He still bought it with my money."
Fang Jing suffered a heavy hemorrhage that day, and twenty-two of his movies were sold at once. This was something he would never forget.
"I'm doing it for your own good too. Look at your words. How many times has Teacher Xu said that to you?"
There was something Fang Jing didn't say, but he was actually poor. He had no money and couldn't afford other things. He could only buy a copybook, which was economical and practical.
"But I didn't write it, and I still leave it at home! By the way, Fang Jing, I left a small message on your birthday last year. Did you see it?"
Sweat! How could Fang Jing remember so much? There were so many people he sent private messages to every day for his meager salary. Besides, Yan Jing probably didn’t leave her real name, so how could he possibly see it.
"Wow! Yan Jing, you've hidden it deep enough! How do you know Fang Jing's birthday? I don't even know."
"That's right, maybe you like her? How can you find out?"
"I confessed my love in front of thousands of people before. You are really amazing."
Blushing, Yan Jing was embarrassed and said forcefully: "That's just talk. I told Fang Jing before, but he didn't take it seriously."
"Fang Jing, tell me what's going on, why haven't I heard you mention it?"
"Ahem! It's been several years and I can't remember clearly. Why are you talking about this? Let's eat."
Fang Jing remembered that this was indeed the case. He had no choice but to do it. He was too good to be stopped. But he was dozens of years old in his two lifetimes. At that time, he was not interested in girls who were twelve or thirteen years old. If he started in three years, the maximum penalty would be death.
.
After a meal, Fang Jing fled in despair. He booked a flight ticket overnight and prepared to return to the Magic City the next day.
…
"Brother, it's getting cold. Please take care of yourself. I heard from Sister Jingjing that you are working very hard. Eat and drink when you need to. Don't save money.
Also, don’t come back if you have nothing to do in the future, I will take care of myself at home.”
"Sister Jingjing, I bought you a gift. You can open it when you get to the magic city. Uncle Hong also has yours. Remember! Don't open it in advance."
Fang Hui had to go to school today and left early in the morning. She only left a note and two large boxes on the table. She didn't know what they contained. Hong Fang picked them up and they were still heavy.
"Oh! Boss, look, Fang Hui knows how to give me gifts, why don't you learn more from her?"
"Pull her down. I haven't seen her give anything away since she was a child. She might be harboring some bad intentions. Be careful."
Hong Fang took the box and weighed it in her hands, "It can't be a brick, it's a bit heavy."
"Tear it apart and take a look." The more Fang Jing thought about it, the more wrong he became. He picked up Xiao Wenjing's piece and was about to tear it apart, but was snatched away and Xiao Wenjing held it in his arms.
"No, Fang Hui gave this to me. I have to go back to Magic City to see it again."
"Brother Hong, I'm trying to tear you down. You don't know who Fang Hui is? He's full of bad intentions and will harm you."
After thinking again and again, Hong Fang nodded, "Let's tear it down!"
"Oh! It's tied up quite firmly!"
After opening the first layer, several thick threads were tightly entangled in the box. Fang Jing found a pair of scissors and cut it open.
"Three books of Happy Winter Vacation, two sets of Huanggang test papers, six books of math exercises, Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and English exam questions."
"Hiss!" Hong Fang took a step back, "What does she mean?"
Fang Jing sneered, "What do you mean? I bought all this. She can't finish it and pack it up for you to take away."
"Why don't you do this for me too?" Xiao Wenjing tried to ask. Her hands were sore after being held for a while, and she didn't know how much homework Fang Hui had given her.
"Brush!" The scissors cut down, and all that came into view were test papers and homework, brand new, all brought back by Fang Jing from the Magic City.
"Alas! This unlucky boy really doesn't give me any peace of mind." As he said this, Fang Jing took out the phone.
"What are you doing? You're not calling her right now, are you? She's in class!"
"No, I called Xinhua Bookstore and planned to buy a cart full of extracurricular books."
"No, no, no, forget it." After all, they stayed together for a few nights, and Xiao Wenjing really couldn't bear to see Fang Hui in such misery.
"If I tell her she doesn't like it, then don't let her do it. She's already in junior high school, so she should have her own time. And she has good grades, so there's no need to be so pressured."
"I have accepted this gift, you are not allowed to snatch it from me."
Hong Fang also rewrapped the box, "I also collected mine and went back to make it for my son. It just saved me a lot of money."
"Okay! For your sake, I'll let her go."
…
In the county seat, Fang Jing and the others had just left when a Volkswagen passed by the door and headed straight for Huangling Village.
"Damn! Why has my house changed? Remember there are no bricks?"
A middle-aged man with a crew cut and a gold chain around his neck stood in the doorway in a daze.
"Old Fang! Come in and sit down, yo! The big gold chains are all hung up. You are doing well. Did your boy buy them for you?"
"No, what are you doing at my house?"
"What about your home? It's now my home. Fang Jing sold me and didn't tell you?"
"Sold?" The man trembled as if he had stepped on a cat's tail: "What about my land?"
"Sold too."
As soon as his eyes darkened, Father Fang suddenly felt dizzy, "What a sin! Dad, Mom, my son is unfilial, I'm sorry for you."
When he was in the most miserable state, he never thought of selling them. He didn't expect that Fang Jing, a prodigal son, would sell them all when he went out.
I really don’t feel bad for selling my father’s land.
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