Chapter 45

They stayed at the quiet roadside late at night, and somehow there was an emotion flowing between them.

Song Hanyang took the initiative to cut off the topic: "didn't you say you were going to have a birthday? Why did you work so late..."

"There's no one to accompany me. Besides, I can't celebrate my birthday. I can't be idle at home tonight. I have to pay the rent next month." Chen Jia said here and took out a few bills from her pocket. "See, I can earn so much in one night. Is it much better than you reading?"

Song Hanyang looked at the change and thought that he didn't even have one percent of his prize money for participating in a competition, but he didn't have the heart to poke it, and gave an ambiguous "um".

"Song Hanyang..." Chen Jia looked at the person opposite and said with a smile, "you see I made so much money tonight. Let's go to the movies? I'll invite you."

"What movie do you watch?"

Song Hanyang didn't refuse, and Chen Jia was more energetic: "what do you see!" the key is who to see.

Seeing that song Hanyang didn't answer, Chen Jia continued, "anyway, you've finished the exam. You're also idle. It's a deal to watch a movie tomorrow!"

Song Hanyang gave a "well", and Chen Jiale was so happy that she took out her mobile phone and began to search for the recently released movies.

He stared at his mobile phone and talked excitedly. Song Hanyang suddenly asked him, "Du Tiancheng, how old are you?"

"I can't remember. I'm probably in my 20s."

When he said this, song Hanyang could probably guess his life experience. Without asking any more questions, he said, "don't you want to continue reading?"

"Hey, I'm not that material!" Chen Jia rebuffed. Seeing that song Hanyang didn't look good, she asked eagerly, "do you want to teach me to read?"

"Well, you're still young. You can't always do odd jobs. If you study hard, you'll have more opportunities in the future..."

Song Hanyang seldom talked about it. Chen Jia listened silently for a while and said, "if you want me to learn, I'll learn."

Song Hanyang raised his eyelids and said, "don't you like it?"

"No, no..." Chen Jia quickly waved his hand, "what do you say I learn?"

Song Hanyang asked him, "when you were at school, which subject did you do well?"

Chen Jia recalled Du Tiancheng's information and hesitated, "what I have to say is... English, English?"

"Oh? How many points do you usually get?"

"If you are lucky, you can test more than 50 in a 120 point paper..."

Song Hanyang frowned slightly, "what about the others?"

"Other subjects have blank filling, short answer and so on. They can't get a high score. English is all multiple-choice questions. They can get a high score every time!"

Chen Jia said with a flying face. Seeing song Hanyang's fierce eyes, she quickly stopped.

"Forget it, you'd better continue to do odd jobs..."

"No... song Hanyang... Song Hanyang..."

While chasing song Hanyang who left quickly, Chen Jia shouted, "I'll learn from me! I'll listen to you! Don't go..."

Song Hanyang went to school without returning.

At this time, the school had access control and had to go in and out with a student card. Chen Jia was stopped outside the door and shouted, "do we still count tomorrow's movie? If you don't answer me, it's your default! I'll come to the school to find you tomorrow!"

"What's the noise at night?" the guard showed his head and scolded him in the guard box.

Chen Jia hurriedly shouted inside again, "OK, I'll come to school to find you tomorrow!" then looked at the gate guard's fierce face and waved his hand with a smile: "go, go..."

Chen Jia got up early in the morning and went through the basement. She didn't have a decent dress. Du Tiancheng was in financial distress and didn't dare to compliment her taste. There were all kinds of holes in tight jeans. Only one of them looked normal, probably bought for looking for a job. So is the coat. It's just a few short sleeves back and forth. The washed edges are rolled up.

It's impossible to be popular when you go out in this way. Chen Jia went through the house again. In addition to the salary he just earned yesterday, Du Tiancheng also had a bank card. Thousands of yuan in it was saved to pay the rent, but Chen Jia couldn't care about it and went out with his bank card.

City B is a first tier city with very high consumption level. Even at roadside stalls, Chen Jia spent a lot of money trying to pick two clothes with good cloth. But this is the best you can buy in a short time.

The new clothes had a faint smell of machine line. Chen Jia hung the clothes outside and ordered movie tickets on her mobile phone early. It was estimated that the time was almost up. She changed into new clothes and went to B University.

Song Hanyang stood at the school gate, a little impatient. Although he had an appointment with others, he was used to arriving early, but this time he felt like he was in a hurry to see a movie. Fortunately, Du Tiancheng didn't let him wait too long.

"Song Hanyang!"

Du Tiancheng's name is song Hanyang. He always has a high-profile voice. He can make people hear the good interest of his master from a distance, as if they were old friends they hadn't seen for many years.

Song Hanyang nodded in response. They walked out side by side. Less than two kilometers from B is the cinema. At this point, the taxi is not fast enough to walk, and the bus is crowded. In the evening, the sun had set, and it was pleasant for the two to walk side by side.

"Have you eaten?" Chen Jia finally found a topic for a long time.

"Yes." Song Hanyang's watery voice seemed to have a kind of magic in this summer, dispelling the sultry heat at once.

"Oh, I haven't eaten yet."

Chen Jia scratched his head and smiled. There were many snacks at the gate of the University. They walked through a row of snack stalls. The smell of roasted corn went straight into Chen Jia's nose. He stared at the roasted corn and suddenly pulled song Hanyang.

"Wait, I want this. Do you want it?"

"No." Song Hanyang refused.

Chen Jia bought a roasted corn and ate it while walking along the road. The smell of corn drifted around, and song Hanyang was greedy. He has a good tutor and generally doesn't want to eat while walking on the road. However, looking at Du Tiancheng's satisfied appearance, he doesn't feel disgusted, but feels very interesting.

Chen Jia deliberately glued a corn to her face, pretended not to know, and spoke to song Hanyang: "when will you have a holiday?"

"Soon."

Song Hanyang said as he looked at the corn grain on Du Tiancheng's face. If it was someone else, he would prompt the other party. However, facing Du Tiancheng, somehow, he felt that everything he did revealed an awkward ambiguity.

He tangled with himself for a while, and finally couldn't resist: "you have a corn grain on your face..."

"Where?" Chen Jia looked at him foolishly and thought, shoot it for me, adult Xueba.

Song Hanyang stretched out his finger and Chen Jia put his face close to him. Song Hanyang nervously took back his hand: "the left side of his chin..."

"Oh..." Chen Jia patted off the corn kernels on her face and thought that song Hanyang was either very disgusted with gay or obviously had feelings for herself but didn't dare to admit it, so she was guilty