"Yes!" Song Jiawen was very happy, which made Huang Mao feel even more proud.
but
"Where are you going to sell it after it's installed?"
Huang Mao looked at Jiang Yan. He was not familiar with Yunzhou. He had to listen to his brother where he wanted to go.
Although Mr. Huang Mao always calls Jiang Yan a brother, he is actually one year older than Jiang Yan, but he feels that he does not have the momentum of his elder brother and cannot bear the title.
The most important thing is that if Jiang Yan calls him brother, he will tremble.
In the end, he simply surrendered and became his younger brother.
"If you don't sell it here, you'd better go to the county seat."
Huang Mao is familiar with the county town. There are two companies there that specialize in buying second-hand computers. They have been selling them for almost a year. He has already become familiar with the boss. It is easy to negotiate whether it is price or other things.
But he is also not familiar with the second-hand computer market in Yunzhou, and he has no intention of getting familiar with it. He will leave in a few months, so why bother?
"Go to the county town and sell them. These computers are cheaper than those in the county town, but they don't look that old. I'll raise the price with the boss then. Hey, I'll earn more than before."
Huang Mao was very excited, as if he had found a big market, "Brother, how about we all do this in the future? I will collect the computers in the city, you come back to disassemble them and assemble them, and then I will drive to the county to sell them? Is that feasible?"
It is indeed a good and good path.
After all, computers are not yet popular. In the past, Huangmao could collect at most two machines a day in the county, and sometimes he could not collect one machine in two days. In comparison, it was easier to collect in the city.
The two were discussing enthusiastically. Song Jiawen sat quietly aside, with her arms folded on her legs, her chin resting on them, her head slightly tilted, and slowly, her eyelids slowly dropped.
When Jiang Yan noticed something was wrong, he found that Song Jiawen had fallen asleep.
The girl's small and delicate face was buried in her arms. Her closed eyes showed that her eyelashes were longer and curled than usual. Her cold white skin glowed faintly under the light.
"Shh!"
Jiang Yan signaled Huang Mao, who was still talking incessantly, to stop first. He got up and quietly went to the bathroom to wash his hands first, and then returned to Song Jiawen. He bent down and held her leg with one arm, and put the other around her. He slowly let her lean against his chest, and then gently picked her up.
Jiang Yan tiptoed as he entered the bedroom, walking almost silently. It wasn't until he walked to the bed and put her down, took off her shoes and let her lie down that she breathed a sigh of relief.
Huang Mao watched this scene from the side, always feeling that something was strange.
When men hug women on TV, don’t they always hold them horizontally? It’s eye-catching, so what, is it ambiguous?
Why is his brother holding the little sister so awkwardly? Carefully as if holding a piece of porcelain.
But he only dared to mutter these words in his heart and did not dare to say them out loud.
Song Jiawen's sleep was sweeter than ever before, and it was already bright when she opened her eyes.
It was quiet outside, and it felt like there was no one around.
Song Jiawen got up and walked out. The messy living room last night had been cleaned and tidied.
Three installed computers and hosts were placed side by side against the wall, with the screens polished and shiny; the two uninstalled computers were still in a state of disassembly, but were placed on the other side in an orderly manner, without any appearance. chaos.
On the dining table were steamed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, and a note.
It was left by Jiang Yan. He said that he and Huang Mao went to buy computer accessories and would be back soon.
I got up early enough, and it's not even eight o'clock yet.
The words "eight o'clock" just passed through her mind. Song Jiawen, who was about to wash her face and brush her teeth, was stunned. She didn't wake up until almost eight o'clock this time?
What time did you go to bed last night?
Song Jiawen walked into the bathroom with a confused look on her face. She found that she couldn't remember when she went to bed.
But she didn't dwell too much on it. After washing, she hurried to the living room to have breakfast.
Jiang Yan and Huang Mao came back at half past eight, each holding a large box in their hands.
"We'll leave as soon as I install these two computers."
"Not in a hurry."
She's just a freeloader, so why should she be so anxious?
Jiang Yan took off his coat and put it on the sofa, then took out a black object from the box and placed it on the coffee table. He clicked the switch and said, "please listen to the passage 2."
Huang Mao held his head in pain, "Brother, don't you have headphones?"
"I want to install a computer, how can I wear headphones?"
"Then why don't you wait until you're done pretending to listen? You should rest your head, you've been listening all this time."
It's not that he wants to interfere with his brother's study, it's just that this thing is a magic sound and it makes his head hurt when he hears it. He almost used the brake as the accelerator when he heard it all the way back.
But Huang Mao's protest was obviously in vain. Jiang Yan still went his own way, fiddling with the accessories quickly with his hands while trying extremely painfully to listen to the birdsong.
Do you really think he likes to hear it? Isn't there no way around this?
Half an hour later, the two computers, which looked at least 80% new, were assembled. Jiang Yan turned off the Walkman and moved the five computers to the van downstairs with Huang Mao.
Then he went upstairs to wash his hands, took his schoolbag and walked downstairs with Song Jiawen.
"We'll take you to your uncle's house later, and then Huang Mao and I will go to the county seat. We'll be back at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, okay?"
So what's wrong?
The two went downstairs and heard a quarrel as soon as they came out of the corridor.
"What's wrong with you? I told you no parking is allowed here, why are you still parking here? Drive away, drive away quickly."
"I'll leave as soon as someone comes down. I can't stay for more than two minutes."
"Why can't you stay for two minutes? I see you have been here for at least five minutes."
When Huang Mao's patience was about to run out, Jiang Yan came over and greeted him, "Grandpa Xu."
Professor Xu turned to look at Jiang Yan and was slightly stunned, "Are you Shu Wan's son?"
Jiang Yan nodded, "This is my friend. Let's move some things and leave soon."
Originally, the van was parked in a corner parking space, but didn’t this require moving the computer? So I drove downstairs.
In the past, people would stop like this when visiting guests or moving things. I never heard that it wasn't allowed. But Huang Mao's unusual hair made Professor Xu unhappy. In addition, there was a label on the outside of the van for collecting used computers, so he thought it was someone who entered the community privately to collect computers.
I just want to drive him away.
Seeing that Jiang Yan was familiar with this yellow-haired boy, he frowned, and before he was far away, he snorted coldly, "This Shu Wan is the same. After divorce, he will not care about the children. He will not care about others. If five and six people mix together, what good will happen in the future?"
Someone next to me chimed in, "I heard that I was expelled from Experimental Middle School."
"What? Expelled? Does that mean you can no longer go to school? Does Shu Wan know?"
"You should know."
"Then she doesn't care?"
"This kid is with his father, what does she care about?"
"That's not what you said."
Huang Mao was starting the van and became angry when he heard the discussion outside. Jiang Yan was calm, as if he had long been used to it.
This chapter has been greatly changed!
