Lu Jiayang was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at him as he walked towards him. After a while, he remembered to ask, "Brother Feng, why are you here?"
Yang Feng sat down next to him and said expressionlessly, "You didn't reply to WeChat messages or answer the phone calls. Xiaobao and the others are worried."
"But there's nothing I can do. They're all in school, so I, a social idler, have to come find you."
Lu Jiayang uttered a low "oh" and looked at him a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, I delayed your work."
"It's okay, fortunately, delivery is relatively free, so the impact is not big."
After saying that, Yang Feng glanced at him and said calmly, "So what's wrong with you? You got off the car and didn't go home. Are you planning to run away with a suitcase?"
"No..." Lu Jiayang lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, "I... failed the selection and I'm too embarrassed to go home."
"You're too embarrassed to go home?" Yang Feng sneered, "Is your face made of paper? Will it fall apart if blown?"
Lu Jiayang sighed and said with a wry smile, "I'm serious, Brother Feng. Could you please be more kind and stop making fun of me today?"
Yang Feng frowned slightly: "I'm not making fun of you, I'm talking to you normally"
"...Okay," Lu Jiayang said.
This person always seemed to have some misunderstanding about normal speech, and he was too lazy to care about it.
The two of them were silent for a while, and Yang Feng lowered his head to glance at the message Lu Ziyi had just sent on his phone.
Lu Ziyi: Jiayang is a strong-willed child. He must be very sad right now. Please find a way to comfort him.
Comforting people...how could he do this?
At this moment, Yang Feng even wanted to quickly replace Lin Ze.
However, Lu Jiayang's current condition is really worrying. Not only does he look dejected, but he also looks haggard. His originally charming peach blossom eyes now seem to be bleeding. They are red and swollen, and even his voice has become a little hoarse.
Forget it, just coax him, after all, he is the younger brother of the person you like.
So Yang Feng cleared his throat and imitated Lu Ziyi's tone, saying earnestly: "Alright, don't be sad, isn't it just that you were not selected? What's the big deal? Lu Zixiao and the others didn't say they blame you..."
"ah?!"
Lu Jiayang's exclamation interrupted Yang Feng's words. His bloodshot eyes suddenly widened and he asked in disbelief, "How did my eldest brother and the others know about this? I didn't tell anyone."
Yang Feng was stunned for a moment, and said bluntly: "I think I knew it a long time ago. Anyway, Ziyi told me at noon."
"...Then wouldn't I have disappointed them so early?" Lu Jiayang lowered his head, feeling even more depressed.
Yang Feng folded his arms and stared at him: "You didn't even reply to the message, and you were always afraid to face them. How do you know they are disappointed in you?"
"They believed in me so much, and my eldest brother invested so much in me, yet I failed," Lu Jiayang whispered. "How could I not be disappointed?"
"I think you're taking the success or failure of this matter a bit too seriously," Yang Feng said. "Although I don't understand the specifics of your art student competition, I don't think it's everything in your life, and you can't just stop here and move forward."
"Will I still have a chance?"
Lu Jiayang slowly raised his head and murmured, "For ordinary people like us, without this selection competition as a platform, can I still move forward?"
"Probably, but I'm not a prophet, so I can't give you a definite answer."
Yang Feng still had that indifferent expression, but his tone was much lighter. "My life has always been bleak, uncertain, and hopeless since I was a child. But later, Ziyi told me that there is not only one way to go about anything."
“There are many forks in the road. You may find it by walking a little further, or you may need to walk many steps forward or even take a detour to get back on track. But the most important thing is that you cannot give up on it easily.”
Lu Jiayang stared at the ground, but he was thinking seriously about his words in his head.
He understood the principle, but he still didn't know where the other path was or how to find it...
"Lu Jiayang" Yang Feng suddenly called him.
"Ah?" Lu Jiayang turned his head and looked at him, "What's wrong?"
Yang Feng looked away slightly and said with a bit of embarrassment: "I saw you training a few times when I was delivering food some time ago. I must admit that you are very good. You are more professional and better than most of the students there."
It was rare to hear Yang Feng praising others, and Lu Jiayang's eyes lit up.
Yang Feng paused, clenched his fist, and coughed. "I don't know why you weren't selected, but if you're completely discouraged by this, don't blame me for looking down on you. After all, if you've given up your own capital, how can you earn the respect of others?"
Lu Jiayang's eyes lit up again.
"Brother Feng, say a few more words, I'll record a sound." Lu Jiayang suddenly became interested, "I didn't expect you to be so emotional when praising others."
The corners of Yang Feng's mouth twitched involuntarily, and his face immediately darkened: "If you figure it out, quickly reply to your brother and then go back home!"
"Look at you, you're angry again," Lu Jiayang muttered as he turned on his phone, "Why are you so irritable..."
Yang Feng snorted softly: "Ziyi asked me to comfort you, but I don't know what to comfort you with. How many people have chosen paths that are more unconventional and more difficult than yours, and they have persisted, haven't they? Your mentality is not good."
"Brother Feng, who are you talking about?" Lu Jiayang asked curiously, "What road is so remote?"
"I heard it from a delivery guy in our company," Yang Feng thought for a moment, "He said his daughter is learning abacus..."
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