Chapter 10, Turmoil

Fang Ying changed into the outfit with the mask and hat again, crouching against the bridge pillar. She only lifted her head upon hearing him call out.

Jiang Xichi's tone became somewhat impatient, "I don't know."

Jiang Xichi glanced and said, "Two bowls of beef hand-pulled noodles." Seeing Fang Ying's troubled expression, he added, "I will treat you."

Jiang Xichi was momentarily taken aback, but said nothing. He took out a notebook, wrote down a number, tore off the paper, and handed it to Fang Ying, saying, "This is my number; you can call me if you need anything"

Wu Yingrong sighed, "It is indeed a calamity, such a well-functioning family..."

Fang Ying glanced at it, put it away, and continued to study the songs in Jiang Xichi's MP3. In the end, she discovered that, apart from a few songs by Westlife, the rest were all by Jay Chou.

Fang Ying took the headphones, put them in her ears, and heard the song "The little yellow flower of the story has been floating since the day it was born." She asked in surprise, "You have an MP3? Why haven't I seen you use it before?"

Fang Ying chuckled and said, "... ... I stopped watching after your talent show ended."

Fang Ying smiled, pulled out a stool to sit down, broke apart a pair of chopsticks, rubbed the rough edges against each other, and said to Jiang Xichi: "... I will have money in the future. In fact, I have already saved some money, but I cannot use it."

Just as I was about to knock on the door, a woman's voice came from behind me: "You must be Grandma Wu's little grandson, right"

Jiang Xichi paused for a moment and said, "Did you not see the end?"

An elderly woman took two steps forward in three strides and pulled him back into the middle of the road, saying, "You go back quickly! Hurry up! Don't meddle in this family's affairs!"

So you also like Jay Chou?

Fang Ying rested her elbow on the table, supporting her chin with her hand, "Of course, it's to leave this place."

Fang Ying raised her head abruptly, her eyes filled with anger, "My mother is not sick!"

Last week, Jiang Jiaping finally called him, saying he was planning to visit his grandparents and asked if there was anything he wanted. Without hesitation, he said he wanted an MP3. The next day, Jiang Jiaping came over and bought him an MP3 and a "Little Smart Phone".

Jiang Xichi realized that his attitude was somewhat poor and thought he should apologize to her, but after riding for a while, he did not find the opportunity

Fang Ying's home can no longer be described as merely "dilapidated." The paint on the door has completely peeled off, several broken windows are covered with black cloth, and not a single ray of light penetrates from within

... just bought.

What medication is used to treat mental illness

Jiang Xichi felt a bit uneasy and was about to follow, but he saw Fang Ying turn around and sternly say: "Don't follow me!"

Fang Ying was momentarily taken aback, pressed her lips together, fell silent, and stopped speaking. She put the other earphone into her ear and immersed herself in listening to music while riding her bike

Jiang Xichi then remembered that he had a new "Xiaoling Tong". He took it out from his backpack, fiddled with it for a moment, and asked Fang Ying: "What is your home phone number?"

Well

The strong aunt pulled him, causing him to stagger a step

I heard that the illness has recurred again today

Fang Ying's expression changed suddenly, and she quickly turned the car's head and rode swiftly towards Qiaohua East Alley

Ah Chi

Yes

... ... Hmm

Fang Ying smiled and said, "We don't have a telephone at home."

After a moment's hesitation, he walked to the door

Fang Ying furrowed her brows and said, "I will definitely return it to you..."

After finishing the porridge, Jiang Xichi took a shower and returned to his room. He had no desire to do anything, leaning against the window and staring at the opposite bank of the river

It was a little past 7 o'clock, later than usual, yet earlier than the late study sessions on the second and third days of the Lunar New Year

Jiang Xichi took off one of her headphones and asked, "What is your home phone number?"

He walked to the window, intending to find a crack to look inside, when suddenly he heard a loud crash from behind the window, not knowing what had shattered on the ground. Immediately after, he heard Fang Ying shouting: "... ... I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

Fang Ying turned her head to look at him, "What type do you like? Someone like Gu Yu Luo? All boys like Gu Yu Luo."

Give me

Wu Yingrong sat right across from him, smilingly asking: "How did the oral competition go today?"

What do you need to borrow money for

Fang Ying smiled, "What do you want me to do with this? It can't be eaten." Yet she still took it, weighed it in her hand, and stuffed it into her backpack.

After having ramen, the two rode their bicycles home along the riverbank

Jiang Xichi remained silent

What are you saving money for

Wu Yingrong brought over a bowl of porridge and said, "What are you doing by the river at this late hour?"

As he slowed his step, the vehicle nearly toppled over, prompting him to quickly plant his foot on the ground to stop it. After a moment of hesitation, he steeled his resolve, ultimately allowing his curiosity to outweigh everything else, and stepped onto the pedal to move forward.

Do I have to say it in order for you to lend it to me

I opened the window and looked across the riverbank. However, apart from a dim light from a window, there was nothing else to be seen

What happened

Upon reaching the bridge, Fang Ying took off her headphones and handed the MP3 player to him

He was just about to say "You can keep it," when he suddenly heard someone at the nearby late-night food stall raise their voice and say: "Is that old Fang's husband sick again today?"

Two people are pushing a cart, walking out of the school. Jiang Xichi explains: "Gu Yuluo has a higher talent score; she is the champion"

Wu Yingrong asked him if he had eaten dinner, and he absentmindedly replied with a "mm" while carrying his backpack back to his room

It has been quite a few years, hasn't it? Wu Yingrong thought for a moment, "It must be three or four years... Why did you suddenly think to ask about this?"

Fang Ying pouted and said, "What kind of judgment does the teacher have."

Jiang Xichi : `` ... ... ''

Her gaze seemed to fall nowhere in particular, her expression a mix of wistfulness and hopefulness

Fang Ying shrugged her shoulders, "Anywhere is fine, as long as it's not in Qiaohua Alley, not in Mo City..."

Please tell me first, what exactly should be done

"It's nothing, it's the same." Jiang Xichi opened the zipper of his backpack and handed her the newly acquired runner-up trophy.

Jiang Xichi turned around

Jiang Xichi raised his eyes to look at her, "Where are you going?"

Fang Ying did not want to return so early and suggested going out to eat. She led Jiang Xichi through the streets and alleys to a snack street near the University of Science and Technology, where they found a noodle shop that looked relatively clean and parked the car in front of the restaurant

He stood in place for a moment, stopped the car, and walked over quietly.

Jiang Xichi waited for quite a while by the bike shed before he saw Fang Ying coming out of the teaching building. She was gripping the straps of her backpack with both hands, her shoulders slumped, looking somewhat listless. Only when she got closer did she lift her head to greet him.

Jiang Xichi frowned slightly, "I don't like ... ..."

Jiang Xichi felt his eyelids twitching, yet he could see nothing and was unaware of the situation inside, nor did he know how serious Fang Mama's "condition" was.

A series of muffled sounds, interspersed with Fang Yingyu's increasingly intense shouts of curses

Opening the door, I arrived at the corridor, descended the steps, and reached the riverbank. However, it was still quite distant; the windows and doors across the way were tightly shut, and not a sound could be heard.

Fang Ying tucked Jiang Xichi's MP3 player into her pocket, wore one earphone, and kept the other ear free to chat with Jiang Xichi, "Why did you reject Kong Zhenzhen"

It is difficult for the old gentleman to have encountered such a person

The imposing demeanor of the aunt is unlikely to allow him to approach the Fang family even a step. With no other option, Jiang Xichi had to ride his bicycle, cross the bridge, and return to his home in Xixiang.

Wu Yingrong waved her hand, saying, "No need!" As if fearing that her grandson would be unhappy if he did not win the championship, she even offered a few words of comfort.

Fang Ying slowly stood up, her hands tucked into her pockets, slightly hunching her back, "... ... Thank you."

Another person chimed in, "Isn't that so? I heard someone say, what a commotion! Inside the house, there are clanging and crashing sounds; it seems they are smashing things again..."

"No..." Fang Ying squatted down to unlock the bicycle, "I heard you didn't come in first?"

Jiang Xichi was still concerned about matters across the river, "Grandma..." He glanced up at Wu Yingrong, "The Fang family across the way... Fang Zhiqiang's wife, has she been ill for a long time?"

Wu Yingrong smiled and said: "Do you still want to go to the river to play? The frost has already fallen, the weather is cold, so don't go to the river to avoid catching a cold"

Jiang Xichi lowered his head, scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and said, "No... I will go and see if the river water is cold."

He had a premonition, and as soon as the call connected, it was indeed Fang Ying's trembling voice: "... ... Jiang Xichi, could you lend me some money?"

You ... ...

"Runner-up..." Jiang Xichi paused for a moment, "I will go find the certificate of honor for you"

Just as I was contemplating how to go and check the situation, I suddenly heard the "Xiaoling Tong" in my backpack ringing. I quickly took it out to have a look, and it was a local number

She is quite beautiful

Fang Ying took out the key to unlock the door, kicked it open in one swift motion, and a moment later, the door slammed shut with a loud "bang".

Jiang Xichi quickly responded and took a few steps up the stairs, returning to the room

"Oh dear," the aunt pushed her out of the alley, "Will sending you to the hospital help with the issues in your head? Hurry back, don't get yourself into trouble!"

Jiang Xichi fell silent for a moment, unsure of what to say or what could be said. After a brief pause, he reached into his bag, took out an MP3 player, plugged in the headphones, and handed it to Fang Ying

She glanced at him without saying anything

About ten meters away, he saw Fang Ying jump out of the car, throw the vehicle aside, and with a loud crash, the dilapidated bicycle fell to the ground, its wheels spinning a few times before coming to a stop.

Jiang Xichi fabricated a lie about delivering a mathematics textbook to a classmate across the river and stepped out. After walking at a leisurely pace for about ten meters, he broke into a run, treading on the uneven stone path, and reached the bridgehead within two minutes

Entering the store, I raised my head to examine the menu displayed on the plastic board hanging on the wall, "I would like a bowl of vegetarian noodles, what do you want..."

Hmm? What did you say?

Isn't someone ill? Why isn't he being taken to the hospital

... ... buy medicine. The voice behind the mask is unclear