He usually attends classes, and in his spare time, he teaches Gong Yu how to sing and play guitar, or plays football with Jia Chun. The past few days have been very fulfilling for Fang Jing, and in the blink of an eye, the seven days of transformation are coming to an end.
On the last afternoon, Fang Jing did not come to class. He had to stay at home to shoot a few more clips. During class, Gong Yu even looked back at his seat a few times, thinking that he was leaving without saying goodbye.
The next morning, as soon as Fang Jing arrived downstairs with his luggage, he met Gong Yu and Jia Chun, "Why are you here?"
Jia Chun punched him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You still have the nerve to say that you left without saying hello. Do you still want the money? By the way, you didn't come here yesterday afternoon?"
Fang Jing explained to him about the temporary reshoots, and Jia Chun then forgave him, and then took out an envelope from his trouser pocket, "This is the tuition fee for my apprenticeship. Keep it and don't lose it."
A few days ago, he promised to teach singing for two hundred yuan per lesson. As expected, Jia Chun did not break his promise. He was originally going to give it to Fang Jing yesterday, but Fang Jing didn't come.
"I don't have any money, but I can give you this." Gong Yu handed Fang Jing the black guitar bag he was carrying.
"I can't have this, you'd better take it back!"
Fang Jing knew that Gong Yu's family was rich, so this guitar was certainly not cheap, and it might be more expensive than Fat Hu's, which cost more than a thousand dollars.
Gong Yu chuckled, "Don't worry, it's not worth much, just a few hundred yuan. I bought it with my own money. Just think of it as a small parting gift to you."
Unable to shirk it, Fang Jing had no choice but to accept it.
"Thank you. I'm very happy to meet you. If I have the opportunity to come to your province, I will definitely accompany you to have a lot of fun and help you understand the great rivers and mountains of Huangling."
"Okay big star, as long as you don't pretend not to know us when you become famous in the future." Jia Chun joked.
"That's right, I'm afraid you'll look down on ordinary people like us in the future."
"Ahem! Fang Jing, it's almost done, I have to go to work in a while!"
Qin Yuanshan was impatient. His task today was to send Fang Jing to the plane, and he felt uncomfortable when he saw them whining.
Ignoring Qin Yuanshan, Fang Jing looked at the two of them and waved goodbye, "Every party in the world is over. See you again when we are destined."
"goodbye!"
"goodbye!"
…
After participating in a trip to Metamorphosis, Fang Jing's biggest gain besides money was that he made two friends. In the Mercedes-Benz car, Fang Jing burst out laughing when he opened the envelope given by Jia Chun.
Instead of the one thousand and two promised, it was three thousand. Jia Chun left a line saying that the rest was to buy a gift for Fang Hui and asked him not to keep it for himself.
Fang Jing was moved. It was clearly given to him by Jia Chun knowing that his family was not well off.
But I was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, so I used this method to help him.
"The weather is so sunny today and the scenery is beautiful everywhere."
"I am smiling triumphantly, I am smiling triumphantly..."
Finally able to bid farewell to Fang Jing, the God of Plague, Qin Yuanshan was in a good mood. He hummed and sang all the way and drove very fast. As soon as he arrived at the airport and saw the film crew, his expression changed.
His eyes turned red, he put his arms around Fang Jing's shoulders, and his emotions came at him.
"Jing'er, remember to call your uncle when you get there. From now on, you can come over to play at home often. If you have any difficulties, just ask. Don't hold it in. You are just too stubborn."
Fang Jing's lips twitched and he cursed in his mind, "I wanted to lend you 1.8 million, but you gave me your phone number instead!"
"Uncle, you also need to take good care of your health. Don't use rheumatism patches. Also take painkillers. Take less Liuwei Dihuang pills. Too much is bad for your health."
Damn it, you little bastard, since when did I take these things? Qin Yuanshan's face turned dark, "Haha! Don't worry, those medicines are not for uncle."
The two burst into tears, and finally parted reluctantly.
…
At two o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Jing got off the plane, and a staff member from the program team was responsible for taking him back. After asking, he found out that Qin Xiaoyun had just been sent there. If he had come an hour earlier, they could have met each other.
When he arrived in County D, Fang Jing asked to take a detour to the post office. He wanted to pick up a courier. This was a "specialty product" he bought for Fang Hui two days ago. As soon as he got it, he ran to the post office. It was an urgent package, so two days was just right.
Cars could not enter the village, so the staff took it to the entrance of the village and left.
There are still red firecrackers and confetti on the dirt road, which the village chief set off when Qin Xiaoyun came a few days ago.
At that time, there was a huge crowd of people, beating gongs and drums, and the whole village lined up in two lines to welcome this city child.
On the field, Fang Hui held his chin in his palm and stared at the direction of the village. After a long time, a thin figure came from the distance.
After brushing off the dust on his butt, Fang Hui ran forward with a bang.
Seeing Fang Jing carrying endless bags, Fang Hui almost burst into joy. Are all these things specialties? Did you buy them for yourself?
My heart got excited, my clenched palms opened and closed again, and finally my mouth twitched.
"Hahaha!"
"Are you having a seizure?"
Seeing this girl coming all the way over with a smile, Fang Jing slapped her on the head.
"I didn't smoke! I'm just happy. You're tired. I'll help you get it. By the way, what's in the big pocket on your back?"
"It's not your specialty. It almost broke my shoulder."
"Give it to me, let me carry it, I'll do it!"
Seeing her like this, Fang Jing wanted to laugh, "Then be careful and don't flash your waist."
"That's right!"
Half a pocket of books, weighing more than twenty kilograms, Fang Hui gritted his teeth and carried it on his back.
As soon as she put the square fennel on her back, she felt something was wrong because it was too hard and didn't look like food at all, but she didn't doubt it too much and would find out when she got home!
"Brother, what's that black bag on your back? Is it for food too?" Fang Hui asked expectantly, bending down.
"No! You just know how to eat. This is a guitar given to me by a friend in the city."
"Oh!" Fang Hui was disappointed.
"Brother, what delicious food did you buy for me? Why is it so heavy?" Fang Hui gasped after walking only a few dozen meters.
"What's delicious?"
"Yes! I asked you what is delicious?"
"No! Is there anything delicious?"
"You didn't buy it?" Fang Hui stopped and tried to ask.
"without!"
Bang! For a moment, Fang Hui felt like something was broken in her heart. She had an indescribable feeling and mixed emotions.
"Then...then...what am I carrying?"
"Books! Three-year simulations of the five-year high school entrance examination, as well as English test papers, math test papers, Chinese test papers, a complete set."
"Bang!"
When the bag fell to the ground, Fang Hui suddenly lost his expression. If it was heaven at the beginning and the world without snacks, then it is hell now.
She pointed at her pocket with trembling hands and said, "What the hell, more than twenty kilograms are filled with books and materials?"
"What do you think? I transported it all the way from Shonan. It's very expensive, okay?"
"Aren't you talking about specialty products?"
"That's right! It's a specialty product of every major middle school. The students there buy this kind of product. Let me tell you..."
"Woooo!!"
Before Fang Jing finished speaking, Fang Hui held her mouth shut and a whimper came out of her mouth.
"Fang Jing, you bully me!"
Tears fell heavily. Fang Hui stepped on his pockets angrily, turned around and left. Who could finish the more than 20 kilograms of homework?
"Come back here! Why are you running away? I haven't finished speaking yet."
Seven or eight meters away, Fang Hui turned around and walked back quickly. In front of Fang Jing, with his small body, he dragged his bag to the edge of the field, which was more than two meters high, and then kicked it down.