Chapter 282: Whatever you like

"An Ting, otherwise, why don't you and Qiao Liang be together?"

Bao Weiwei's way of thinking is very simple.

It’s nothing more than getting closer. They were originally friends, but in the future when they have their own families, they will become estranged, and there will also be outsiders interfering, blowing pillows, etc. Then you just start a family.

You digest it internally.

I, Bao Weiwei, can also be a godmother.

Bao Weiwei looked at Song Ci and added: "Ah Ci, your thoughts should be similar to mine. As long as Anting and Qiao Liang are together, the three of us girls can be more mature." We are now together, Qiao Liang is the biological mother, I am the godmother, and you are the aunt..."

In Bao Weiwei's view, Song Ci does regard Qiao Liang as a good friend, and she should be very happy to do so. Accept this.

Song Ci was startled for a moment, then kept smiling.

I was speechless for a moment.

An Ting and Qiao Liang look alike. It seems like nothing, but there are actually some fluctuations in their hearts.

For a moment, a vague portrait of a child did appear in my mind.

Just when the scene fell into silence, the person who came out to smooth things over was unexpected. It was Qiao Liang, one of the parties involved. She hugged Bao Weiwei with a heartless expression on her face. smile.

"No, I'm a girl like the wind. I can't fly if I have a child."

Bao Weiwei was led astray and answered. : "Then stay with me, I like JOJO very much."

　"Oh, my bag."

Looking at the two beautiful girls sticking together , everyone was speechless for a while.

This topic ended in vain.

Dinner is over.

Gao Fei is responsible for sending Lin Yong home.

Qiao Liang took Maomao and rode home alone.

Anting, Song Ci, Bao Weiwei and Zhu Jiajun took the No. 29 bus back first.

After separation.

Qiao Liang, who was sitting on the bicycle, did not leave immediately. Instead, he turned around and looked at the backs of Anting and Song Ci under the street lights, like a worried cat.

Sometimes.

The short-haired girl really hopes that she is a heartless and carefree person, but unfortunately she seems to see things quite clearly.

Although she had not verified it, the girl intuitively told her that Song Ci liked Anpavilion.

One is the boy I like, and the other is the girl I like.

It is precisely because no one is at fault that we are so upset.

…

On the No. 29 bus.

Bao Weiwei and Zhu Jiajun were sitting in front. The former was playing Snake on his mobile phone, while the latter was silent as always.

An Ting and Song Ci sat in the back. The latter put on his headphones as soon as he got in the car and listened to A's new song "Monsters". He did not close his eyes to rest, but stared at the scene outside the car. , thoughtfully.

"Hey, lend me one of your headphones."

"No..." Song Ci turned her face away and glanced at the boy with disgust.

"Stingy."

After hearing what Anting said, Song Ci was silent for a while, then plugged the earphones into the boy's cochlea, "Then I'll be more generous..."

Then I will be generous and give you to others.

An Ting was not an elm-headed person. He smelled a hint of gunpowder and asked tentatively: "Are you angry? Are you angry about Weiwei's joke just now?"

Song Song Ci did not admit or deny, "Don't get me wrong, I'm just afraid that you'll fall in love early in high school. As a sister, I have to supervise you! Have you forgotten? You promised me not to fall in love for three years in high school..."
< br />Just when the girl with long, straight black hair, who thought she was rational, was complacent with her logic, Anting, who had always been lazy and casual, took a strong stance and asked: "What about the future?"

Suddenly …I want to test Song Ci’s reaction.

Song Ci stared at the boy for a while, without any emotion in her eyes, and said calmly: "As you like."

She was very good at pretending.

When the two of them were chatting with each one wearing an earphone, and they were lost in conversation, they suddenly noticed the sight of a third person.

Zhu Jiajun.

"I'll go! Fatty, why are you staring at us and not saying anything?"

Song Ci was also startled and complained: "Zhu Jiajun, it's not like this Be polite!"

At this time.

Bao Weiwei had played until her phone ran out of battery, and she sat on her seat, drooling, and fell asleep.

Zhu Jiajun turned around, looked at the two of them, touched the back of his head, with a simple and honest smile on his face, and said: "Ah... I have something to say to you. Seeing that you are chatting so much. I'm excited, so I'll just wait for you to finish chatting."

"What's the matter?" the siblings said in unison.In the same voice, he asked.

　“My birthday is coming soon. Because it’s my 18th birthday, my family asked me to invite my friends to my house to celebrate.”

　……

April in this world is full of beauty.

The flowers bloomed and fell, and the redbuds were scattered all over the ground.

Saturday.

This day is Zhu Jiajun’s 18th birthday. He is actually seventeen. His ID card is one year older. He invited his friends to hold a birthday party at his home.

According to Zhu Jiajun’s own description, he has never celebrated his birthday in his entire life.

My parents are both honest workers. They are taciturn, unable to be pretentious, and do not understand the sense of ceremony. Buying cakes feels expensive and they are reluctant to spend the money. They have always ignored their son's birthday and only burned incense and worshiped gods.

Although his family is very superstitious, Zhu Jiajun is just the opposite. It was seeing his parents worshiping gods in vain every day that strengthened his belief in not believing in gods and Buddhas.

Compared to the sky full of gods and Buddhas, Zhu Jiajun worships heroes more.

This time, it may be because of his 18th birthday that he must pay attention to it, that is, he gave his son some money and asked him to bring his friends home to celebrate his birthday.

After playing with Zhu Jiajun for so long, Anting and others have never been to his house. They only took a look at it from a distance. It is a one-story red brick house with no exterior decoration. It looked very shabby up there.

Before his rebirth, Anting laughed at Zhu Jiajun's home - your home is so poor, it might as well be a rental house in my house.

This boy is very sensitive, so he keeps it in mind and never dares to bring any friends home.

Perhaps because he has been with other people for a long time, Zhu Jiajun finally dared to show his true self in front of important people, even if he is so miserable.

He believes that friends are willing to tolerate and understand.

That is also the case.

No one will dislike him.

Saturday night.

Anting rode a motorcycle and drove Qiao Liang and Song Ci to Zhu’s house.

Gao Fei dropped by Bao Weiwei’s house and brought the girl over.

Perhaps because it was uninteresting because there were so few people, I even called out a few junior high school classmates. They were Zeng Xi, Li Qi and Shi Zimo who had not appeared for a long time.

Originally, I called him Wei Feng. He wasn’t familiar with anyone when he was in junior high school. Mainly because he often met at the secret base some time ago. After going back and forth, he became familiar with him again.

It’s just that the boy suddenly woke up and listened.He said he was attending night school and getting a technical secondary school degree.

Senior Lin Yong was preparing for the exam, so I didn’t want to disturb her, so I didn’t call her over.

The hometown town, whether big or small, is composed of several streets, Zijing Street, Zhenzhong Street, Hepan Road, Xueqian Road, and Corner Street.

Every Dragon Boat Festival, there are always dragon boat races in these streets.

Since the production teams are different, the dividends are different every year. The corner street where Zhu Jiajun’s home is located should be the poorest street.

Zhu Jiajun’s home is still the same as before. It is a one-story red brick house without any exterior decoration. It looks very dilapidated and exudes a poor aura.

But...

It can be seen that Zhu Jiajun has worked very hard to clean the house and made the house very clean, like an ugly person with a clean face. The cleaner it is, the truer it is.

The Zhu family’s parents are both sensible people, so they should have gone out early.

It was the first time for Zhu Jiajun to receive guests at his home. He didn’t know what to prepare, so he just imitated Anting’s operation, so he still had BBQ tonight and just bought an extra cake.

Zhu Jiajun yearns and admires Anting very much, and subconsciously imitates the latter in many details.

Similar to Gu Xueli, he is also a person who cannot find himself.

At the same time as his friends entered the door, Zhu Jiajun touched the back of his head and said unnaturally: "Guang... come to my humble home."

"Pfft... hahaha."

As soon as these words came out.

It made everyone laugh.

Only Song Ci remained calm.

Gao Fei was the first to jump out and complained: "Idiot, you think you are writing classical Chinese and you still come to this humble house. Tell me now - this is my nest, you can sit wherever you want!"

Bao Weiwei echoed: "That's right, if you keep seeing strangers like this, I'm going to leave!"

Zhu Jiajun knew the intention of the two people, put down his shame, and showed a touch of naturalness With a smile, he said: "Well, welcome to my nest, sit down for me!"

An Ting and Song Ci finally couldn't hold it any longer.

The barbecue location is also on the rooftop.

Unlike Anjia’s three-story rooftop, Zhu Jiajun’s home only has one floor. The rooftop is very short. There are two or three-story buildings in front, back, left, and right. The light is very dark and the field of vision is narrow. It seems that You can’t see anything...

If there weren’t light bulbs on the balcony, you probably wouldn’t be able to see anything.

　Just asZhu Jiajun is in this circle.

An Ting, Song Ci, Qiao Liang, Bao Weiwei, and Gao Fei are all people on the second or third floor, but he is the only one on the first floor.

On the surface, his friends protected him; in fact, under everyone's aura, Zhu Jiajun was destined to be dim.

Actually... On the campus of No. 1 Middle School, Anting and others often stay together, as if they were born to be the protagonists. Only Zhu Jiajun does not fit in, and many classmates talk about him in private.

Sometimes, he wonders whether he should break out of this circle and find himself.

No one disliked Zhu Jiajun’s home and handed over the prepared gifts before the barbecue.

Qiao Liang looked like a cat doll as always. She was full of confidence and said: "I went to the city square before going out in the afternoon and brought it back!"

Qiao Liang's Cats are considered gifts of the highest standard.

Bao Weiwei gave a set of mouse and keyboard as a gift, "I played blackmail with you before, and I heard you say that your keyboard and mouse are a bit bad, so I gave it to you specially."

Gao Fei gave him a camera.

These days, mobile phones cannot make video calls, but computers can, but generally require an external camera. Many online relationships start with a camera. He joked: "It's time to mess with you kid. Peach blossom."

Song Ci was a ruthless person and gave him a set of comprehensive science exercise books, "I heard from Teacher Xu that you are not very good at comprehensive science..."

Seeing this, everyone took a deep breath and said in unison: "Song Ci, just be a human being."

Song Ci was helpless. He obviously had good intentions and gave this gift after careful consideration.

She looked at Anting and Gao Fei again and said: "I will also give you this for your birthday, don't worry."

An Ting, Gao Fei: "."

Only Anting... was empty-handed.

Both Gao Fei and Bao Weiwei were a little disdainful, why didn't you prepare anything?

An Ting was a little helpless. He had thought about what gift to give to the fat man, but he couldn't think of anything. He always felt that everything the fat man needed was given by others.

In desperation, he smiled bitterly and said: "Sorry, I wanted to give you something casually, but I thought it was boring. I owe you a birthday gift."

Voice The moment it falls.

Zhu Jiajun, who has always been a marginalized character, rarely stands in the center of the crowd.

His fat chest was filled with all kinds of gifts. He didn’t cry, but his eyes were bright.A little moist, the corners of his mouth raised, and he squeezed out an ugly but bright smile.

　“It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m already very grateful, thank you for being willing to spend my birthday with me.”

　This is a very good night.

Although the rooftop on the first floor can only be like sitting in a well and looking at the sky, we are very happy together.