On the way to school, Du Jingzhi deliberately waited for a while, but before the weekend, he took out his cell phone and took a look at the time. It was already almost late, so he went to the station. Not long after arriving at the station, the bus slowly drove into the station. It should have been a trip before, and there were not many people on the bus, so he got on the bus smoothly.

When he got to the car, Du Jingzhi stood near the back door, looking out the car window boredly in a daze.

A girl in the car whispered: "He is the school grass of your No. 3 Middle School, right?"

"Stop talking, okay? It's not him. The school grass is obviously on weekends! The girls in our school prefer weekends."

"Weekend? Is it a name?"

"Well, it's called a weekend, he is taller than him, and has a good personality. The most important thing is that he is very good at studying and has excellent character and academic performance."

"I haven't seen him on the weekend, but he's so popular in our school post."

"Why is he popular in your school post bar?"

Du Jingzhi turned his head and looked at the two girls chatting, and found that they were a girl wearing a school uniform with 3rd ranks and glasses. Another girl wearing a school uniform with 7th ranks and was slightly fat.

When he saw this, the two of them immediately shut up. He guessed that the two should be junior high school classmates, but talking about him so blatantly, thinking he was deaf?

Although he was unhappy, he ignored him and just continued to lean on the railing in a daze. He actually thought to himself that he and the other party were family on weekends, so who had anything to argue with the school grass?

Family...

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but raise my lips and smile.

The two girls who were looking at him were not far away. When they saw such smiles, their hearts suddenly trembled. A person who had been sharp seemed to soften in an instant, and the flames that were burning around them turned into warm sunshine in an instant.

The two looked at each other and the girl from No. 3 suddenly felt a little bit about Du Jingzhi being the school grass.

When he entered the school, Du Jingzhi saw Xie Xiyang walking from the opposite side.

Du Jingzhi was happy when he saw this guy. He walked over quickly, as if he wanted to say hello on his own initiative. As a result, after seeing Du Jing, Xie Xiyang suddenly shrank for a moment, took a step back, he hesitated for a moment, and walked around him.

This made Du Jingzhi stunned, and suddenly felt a familiar feeling, and found a hint of Du Wei's feeling in Xie Xiyang.

But the Du Wei family is not afraid of him, and the Du Wei family is only afraid of weekends.

He suddenly became more and more curious about how to deal with Xie Xiyang on weekends. He could make such a mean person as Xie Xiyang become honest all of a sudden. Out of curiosity, he took a few steps and wanted to catch up with Xie Xiyang. But when he saw Xie Xiyang suddenly ran away, he couldn't help but be stunned.

When he returned to the classroom, he fell into deep thought again and suddenly began to guess whether the weekend was really... not as harmless as it was on the surface?

In order to avoid misunderstandings between the weekends, Du Jingzhi thought about the time of several classes and decided to send a text message to the weekends and ask what was going on.

On the weekend, I took a book and went into the multimedia building with Cheng Shu. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my classmates gathered in front of the mural and sighed:

"Wow! So beautiful! Last time I saw it, it was just a contour!"

"It's rare that our school can paint such murals."

"This mural master is very skilled, is he a professional, right?"

"Why do you think the characters are a bit like a weekend?"

"Not to mention, these long legs."

"Is it obvious? Is it signed in the lower right corner!"

Cheng Shu followed him and looked at the signature in the lower right corner. He asked directly: "I said on weekends, you are shameless and painted yourself on the school mural? Are you trying to be famous in history?"

Standing in front of the mural on the weekend, looking at the basically completed painting and the signature in the lower right corner of the mural, I couldn't help but smile warmly, but just asked: "Do you look like me?"

"Like?! It's all right. Look at the spin on the back of the head, and the legs, it's all you. The details are all according to you. Also, this signature... the signature... Du Jingzhi painted? This Du Jingzhi is so awesome? I can't tell at all. It turns out that Du Jingzhi is a talented leader!" Cheng Shu was shocked. After watching the painting for a long time, he always felt that the names of these two people were put together, which was strange.

On the weekend, I stared at the painting for a while, then took out my cell phone and took a photo of the mural, which was taken as a souvenir. As soon as I squatted down and was about to take my name, I suddenly received a text message.

He first took a photo, then pushed open the slide cover of his phone and went to read the text message on his phone.

Du Jingzhi: Xie Xiyang ran away when he saw me this morning. What happened to you? Why do I think he is afraid of me?

While walking, he replied to the text message: Director Gao warned him that if such a thing happens again, he will leave the student union and be given a warning.

Du Jingzhi: That's it?

Weekend: For Xie Xiyang, this is scary enough.

Du Jingzhi: You didn’t threaten him, are you?

Looking at the text message on the weekend, biting his lower lip and thinking for a while, he was thinking about how to answer, but when he saw Du Jingzhi send another text message: Be good, tell the truth to Xiao Mirror.

He laughed at the screen of the mobile phone and looked around and saw many people looking at him. Then he forced his mouth to press the corner of his mouth and looked at the screen of the mobile phone with a calm look.

Cheng Shu asked him while climbing the stairs: "You won't fall in love on weekends, are you?"

"Ah?" After being asked over the weekend, I thought about it for a while before answering, "I feel that my days are happier than in love every day."

Cheng Shu couldn't help but shiver and muttered: "You are really a bit stingy. I guess you'll be very good at coaxing your girlfriend in the future."

"Well, I can coax it." Zhouzhang replied casually, typing, stopped in the stairwell, and replied to the text message: There are indeed a few threats, telling him not to provoke you.

Du Jingzhi: Didn’t you hit someone?

Weekend: The school time is so tight, how can I have this time?

Du Jingzhi: That's right, I sometimes wonder, do you think we are two of 3? Is it considered black and white?

I had already walked to the door of the classroom on the weekend and saw this text message, I laughed out loud again. I looked at Cheng Shu and found that Cheng Shu's eyes were already very connotative. Then I quickly returned to my seat and typed it and replied: It's really a bit of this.

Du Jingzhi: **a...**.

Weekend: Okay, I'm going to class, so be serious.

In the evening, Du Jingzhi returned home and skipped over the balcony to go home on weekends.

The terrace door for the weekend was not closed, so he walked in, looked inside, shouted: "Brother of Compasses, the little mirror is here to pay your respects."

I was sitting in front of the computer on the weekend and clicking the mouse. When I saw him coming, I immediately smiled and said, "Come in quickly, I'm making Weibo for you."

"Weibo? What's the matter?" Du Jingzhi walked into the room, came behind him on the weekend, and looked on the computer screen.

"I was in a multimedia class today. The teacher said that the recent internal beta version of Weibo will replace the current blog status within a few years and become a mainstream social platform, namely microblog. After I came back, I registered an account for you and uploaded all your usual paintings."

"Multimedia teachers always speak very well. They also said that in a few years, technology will soon change the world, and the ideas in science fiction movies may be realized! I look forward to seeing Optimus Prime fight with Megatron one day."

"But I think this Weibo post is interesting. I heard that similar platforms have become popular abroad. Anyway, you can get an account and play with it. If it can help you increase your reputation, maybe you can also take on some articles and draw some pictures for others for a paid time."

"Who can ask me a student to draw?"

"I think you painted very well. You will definitely become famous in a few years."

Du Jingzhi raised his eyebrows and said nothing. He just sat on the side, looking at the clean desk and desktop. He guessed that after returning home on the weekend, he didn't even open his schoolbag, and turned on the computer to get a Weibo account here. He couldn't help but feel a little moved.

He was still uploading photos on the weekend with a data line. He felt a little hungry, so he said, "When will your family start a meal? I'll have a free meal? Do I want to tell my aunt that I'll bring me a bite of rice?"

Only then did he stop moving, look at Du Jingzhi, and ask in surprise: "You haven't eaten yet?"

"My mother has changed jobs and has been on a business trip recently. If it is inconvenient, I will go out to eat. My mother has left me with money."

"No, I'll cook for you." said the weekend, and stood up. "My parents went out to see customers and were not at home. I originally wanted to eat something for myself. Since you are here, let's eat together."

Du Jingzhi followed him out of the room, and said in a pleasing manner: "Okay, I'll help you."

"No wonder you were so obedient when you entered the door."

"I can't say this. I've always admired Brother Consort from the bottom of my heart."

Over the weekend, I turned around and rubbed Du Jingzhi's hair: "Be good, I'll make you meat."

I arrived at the kitchen at home on the weekend, opened the refrigerator door and searched for a while, took out a piece of frozen pork belly and put it on a plate to wait for thaw. Then, I searched for other dishes in the refrigerator, thinking about what to do for Du Jingzhi to eat.

Du Jingzhi is greedy and still has the same physique that he cannot eat, so he is even more unscrupulous.

Braised pork has always been one of Du Jingzhi's favorites. For this reason, I traveled several streets on the weekend and bought a special casserole that can better cook braised pork, just to make it for Du Jingzhi to eat. In the refrigerator at home, pork belly is always available, and it is a specially selected three-layer meat with fat and thinness.

Everyone has their own unique love.

I have known Du Jingzhi for many years on weekends and have mastered the taste of Du Jingzhi. He has calculated clearly how much sugar and salt should be added.

Good braised pork tastes sweet and soft, melts in your mouth. Because it is rich in collagen, it can also be used to beautify and nourish the skin and enhance the elasticity of the skin. On weekends, you will master every detail of the production process to ensure that when you eat it, the meat is fat but not greasy, but has endless aftertaste.

After making rice for two people on the weekend, I thought about it and took out the gluten flour, kneaded it into dough, wrapped it with plastic wrap, and put it aside to wake it up for about ten minutes.

The other food Du Jingzhi ate was the meat floss egg pancake.

The dough needs to be softer and not too hard. After waking up, you need to knead the dough into long strips, cut it into small pieces, and roll it into dough. A more critical step is to perfectly blend the eggs and dough cakes, and you also need to master the softness of the cakes. After the pot is released, wrap the meat floss and ingredients together, and drizzle them with tomato sauce, which is another staple food.

Because I didn't prepare in advance, I could only add a pot of light spinach soup in the end.

They don’t have to worry about the rice, just wait. Just put the braised pork in the pot and stew it. Take a look at it occasionally. It’s fine without sticking to the pot and still has a heat.

So the two of them were busy making cakes together and rolling them on the weekends. Du Jingzhi was on the side, rolling up his sleeves and looking like he was preparing to have a big fight, and in the end he just helped sprinkle flour.

"When did you learn these things, and now you have done so well?" Du Jingzhi asked as he looked at Zhou Du's skillful look.

"I can't remember the specific details. Anyway, I always think you are too thin and want to feed you a little fat, so I started to learn how to cook. As a result, I have been feeding you for so many years, but I haven't seen you fat."

Du Jingzhi couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "I am like this, maybe because I eat a lot, I have stool twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, which is particularly regular. And because of good metabolism, I never have acne on my face and my skin is very good, look."

As he said that, he put his face in front of the weekend.

Looking at his close face over the weekend, his pupils trembled slightly, and finally he just lowered his eyelids and continued to make cakes.

"I'm just like an idiot, and now I can stew rice at most." Du Jingzhi sighed again.

"You don't have to know, I can do it." The weekend answered, and then said something else.

"I remember when you were a child, you were very willing to eat. Although you didn't eat alone, you would definitely break down and cry when you said on the weekend.

"What?" Du Jingzhi himself didn't remember it.

"I remember that my aunt bought you a cone and wanted to eat it with her. At the beginning, she didn't want to give up. She finally ate the cone root, that is, the tip, and you cried and shook the earth."

Du Jingzhi felt a little embarrassed, raised his hand to wipe the tip of his nose, wiped the noodles on his nose, and then said: "Not only this, the last slice of potato chips, the last piece of ribs on the plate, I will be anxious if anyone eats them. But it won't be there recently, after all, it's big."

“It’s interesting to think about it now.”

"You have black history, too." Du Jingzhi refused to give in and talked about the past.
To be continued...