Peach Branch Bubbles

Tao Zhi held his breath.

The boy's body still carries the air-conditioning outside in late autumn, his fingers are cold, but his palm is warm, his slender fingers pass through the hair, and his contradictory temperature and weight are lightly pressed down on the top of his head.

Very comfortable and itchy.

She wanted to reach out and scratch, but was afraid that if she raised her hand, Jiang Qihuai would not touch her head.

She shook her head slightly uncontrollably, and nudged her head against his palm.

The girl's soft hair wrapped around her fingertips, her dark hair and her cold white complexion entangled in a sharp contrast, Jiang Qihuai's fingers bend slightly, and for a moment, he withdrew his hand.

The weight on the top of his head was suddenly removed, empty, Tao Zhi still had some meaning, looked at him regretfully, and whispered: "Are you not touching me anymore?"

Jiang Qihuai "hissed".

Tao Zhi immediately became honest: "I was talking nonsense, I was wrong."

Grandpa Jiang turned his back to the two young men, his gaze fell on the book, watching his nose and nose, trying to integrate himself into the background wall of the living room, pretending that he did not exist.

Jiang Qihuai raised his head and glanced over.

Tao Zhi finally remembered that there was Grandpa Jiang in the living room, and he put the paper in his hand "swish" down, and silently turned back to the side of the coffee table with her small bench, and continued to make the paper.

The coffee table was a little short, and there was no place to put her legs. She bent her legs and put her chin on her knees.

Jiang Qihuai took off his coat and hung it aside, turning his head to the side, "Why don't you write it inside."

Tao Zhi stroked a question stem and hummed: "You are not at home. You don't trespass into private territory without permission. Little animals know it."

Jiang Qihuai leaned over, took the small schoolbag she put on the sofa, and walked to the bedroom: "Go in and write."

Tao Zhi gathered up his own papers and followed him bumpy.

When she got up, she looked back at Grandpa Jiang.

Grandpa also turned his head to look at her, his eyes met, and Grandpa Jiang winked at her.

Tao Zhi rubbed his face, a little uncomfortable.

There is always a sense of guilty conscience of taking advantage of other grandchildren in front of Grandpa Jiang.

Jiang Qihuai's room was the same as when he came last time. It is still clean and concise, and the quilt on the bed is neatly laid out, reminding Tao Zhi of his bed that can never be folded.

She didn't like stacking quilts, and she didn't let Aunt Zhang stack them. She piled the quilts in the morning to form a bulging hill in the middle. After taking a shower at night, she bury herself in it.

Heating has started in November in the north, and the bedroom is warm and dry. In the soft light beam of the setting sun, small dust particles can be seen floating in the air.

Tao Zhi put the paper on the desk, did not sit down, and ran to the door again, beckoning to Jiang Qihuai mysteriously: "Come here."

Jiang Qihuai followed her out.

Tao Zhi entered the kitchen with two large bags stacked in it. Tao Zhi opened one of them and found two large boxes of strawberries from it. Turning his head and offering treasures, he said, "I bought a lot of strawberries."

Jiang Qihuai glanced at the things on the counter: "You bought them all?"

"You can't eat and drink for nothing every time you come." Tao Zhi took apart the fresh-keeping film on the strawberry box and walked to the sink. Jiang Qihuai had already turned on the faucet to wash his hands: "I'll do it."

He took the box in his hand smoothly, Tao Zhi didn't insist on it, and let go of his hand, standing by and watching.

He took out the fruit bowl from the cupboard, and then plucked the strawberry leaves one by one and threw them in to flush, washing them carefully and skillfully.

Tao Zhi leaned against the wall and looked at it, and suddenly remembered that this is something she likes to eat, and because she likes it, she also wants to share it with him.

But Jiang Qihuai's own hobbies, she didn't know at all.

What he likes, what he hates, and what he likes to eat seems to be blank. This person seems to have no other preferences other than learning and making money in his life.

Tao Zhi suddenly felt very uncomfortable. They seemed to lead completely different lives at similar ages.

She doesn't have to do any housework, she doesn't worry about food, clothing, money, or the burden of life. She lives under the protection of Tao Xiuping every day, but there are still so many moments that make her feel sad.

Compared with her, Jiang Qihuai will only have more moments like this.

Will he feel that life is very, very hard when he also has a person.

Tao Zhi's mood was a little depressed, and he looked at him with his lips pursed: "His Royal Highness, do you have something you like to eat?"

Jiang Qihuai put a washed strawberry into the fruit tray: "No."

Tao Zhi stretched his head: "Where is the fruit, isn't it?"

"Um."

Tao Zhi licked his lips, hesitated for a moment, still boldly asked, "Where is Taozi."

Jiang Qihuai moved for a while and raised his head.

She blinked at him with an innocent look: "Don't you like to eat?"

The sound of the water clashed in the kitchen, and her voice was soft, without any connotation.

Jiang Qihuai looked at her, her peachy eyes narrowed slightly.

This little girl is like a clever and cunning kitty. She stretched out her paw to touch him tentatively, then quickly retracted, paused for a while, and couldn't help but stretch out and scratch him gently. Then again dangling his tail and slipping away.

She is very skilled.

The proficiency makes people feel a little frustrated for no reason.

Jiang Qihuai's air pressure dropped two degrees again, and he turned around with the washed strawberries, "reach out."

Tao Zhi reached out his hand obediently.

Jiang Qihuai put the strawberry plate on her hand, turned and walked out of the kitchen with a light voice: "I'm allergic to peaches."

Tao Zhi: "..."

Tao Zhi divided the strawberries into two plates. One plate was kept for Grandpa Jiang in the living room, and the other plate was taken into the bedroom and placed on the desk.

When she waited for dinner, she continued to write the paper that she hadn't finished in the living room just now.

After a while, Jiang Qihuai was kicked out of the kitchen by Grandpa Jiang. The old man seemed to have taken him the opportunity to show him and cared very persistently. As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw Tao Zhi was poking his nose with a pen, facing a question. Think hard and meditate.

Jiang Qihuai walked over, sat on the side of the bed, and picked up the paper she had just shown him, all written correctly.

They are basically big questions. Tao Zhi's handwriting is very easy to recognize. A line of small characters will appear from time to time next to her problem-solving process.

The pen of the same color, but the handwriting is completely different, the writing is neat and beautiful.

Jiang Qihuai paused.

Tao Zhi couldn't solve the first problem, so he turned his head to look at him, his eyes fell on the scroll, pointing to the word and happily said: "This is another problem-solving method my family taught me."

Jiang Qihuai raised his eyes: "Have a tutor?"

Tao Zhi nodded, and his fingers came out with two fingers: "The sophomore, I also graduated from the experiment. I thought it was too young to find students. I wanted my dad to find a teacher better and more experienced. As a result, This senior has a very detailed topic."

Senior.

Jiang Qihuai also nodded and said nothing.

Tao Zhi didn't realize there was a difference, so he continued to work on the problem.

She got stuck on the previous question and wanted to ask Jiang Qihuai, but the person had already pulled out a workbook from the desk and started to write.

He wrote swiftly, smoothly and quickly. Tao Zhi didn't want to distract him from studying because of his own problems. After thinking about it, he skipped that question and continued to work on it.

Jiang Qihuai waited until Grandpa Jiang told them to go out for dinner, but Tao Zhi didn't ask him.

He Yu Guang glanced at her test paper. She left the question that she didn't know just now and didn't write it, and finished all the following.

He just sat next to her alive like this, and as a result, the little conscience got her senior tutor, and he didn't even ask him a question anymore.

I didn't ask any more.

She thinks he is not as good as her senior.

Jiang Qihuai dropped the corners of his mouth, put down the pen and closed the workbook, got up and went out.

He didn't speak for the entire dinner.

Even Tao Zhi's nerves are not particularly delicate, and he can feel something wrong with him.

Grandpa Jiang glanced at his silent grandson, then opened his eyes to Tao Zhi, silently speaking: Are you arguing?

Tao Zhi shook his head and grasped the chopsticks, not knowing what went wrong.

When he came home and saw her, he should still be quite happy.

He touched her head and said she was very good.

Tao Zhi was a little irritable, she thought boys were really difficult to understand.

If it was normal, she would definitely ask directly, but Grandpa Jiang was here at the moment, and it was hard to say anything.

A few people ate quietly, only Tao Zhi joked with Grandpa Jiang from time to time, and Jiang Qihuai was still silent.

After a meal, Tao Zhi's mood was a little low. She didn't stay too much, and helped Grandpa Jiang put away the dishes and put her own things away.

Jiang Qihuai sent her downstairs.

The corridor was quiet, Tao Zhi sighed with boredom, pushed open the security door, and swished the cold wind down his coat.

Tao Zhi also began to feel angry.

This person is really annoying.

She didn't know where she had provoke him again.

After walking out of the residential building to the entrance of a small alley, Tao Zhi became bored with more thoughts, and couldn't help it.

When she stopped, she turned her head abruptly, frowning and looking at him with some annoyance: "Where did I provoke you?"

Jiang Qihuai followed behind her, almost confiscated her footsteps, and leaned back so that she didn't hit her.

"No."

"Then you have a cold face and lose your temper here," Tao Zhi said irritably. "You don't talk when you eat, and you don't talk to me when you come downstairs. Why are you so disgusting?"

Jiang Qihuai said nothing.

The alley became quiet for an instant, and the cats curled up in the corner to sleep, raising their heads from time to time, giving them a vigilant look.

After a while, Jiang Qihuai suddenly said without beginning and ending: "Do you not understand my topic?"

Tao Zhihuo held his throat and raised his head in a daze. He didn't understand: "Ah? I understand."

Jiang Qihuai pursed his lips: "If you don't understand, don't ask."

She froze for two seconds, then suddenly understood.

Xueba felt like he was being compared.

Xueba's self-esteem was frustrated again.

This person usually looks very cold and ruthless, but in some places it feels a bit naive.

"Then you weren't doing the question at the time," Tao Zhi said grievously, "and you ignored me. You would not take the initiative to tell me a question that I can't do."

The little girl looked at him aggrievedly, and Jiang Qihuai looked at her for a moment: "Your senior family church."

"That's different," Tao Zhi curled his lips.

"It's different."

Tao Zhi frowned, "It's different everywhere. The tutor is just a tutor. How can you be the same as him."

Their voices were a bit loud, and the cat lying in the corner seemed to be frightened, and rushed into the depths of the alley with a meow.

The old street lamps screamed, and the dim light stretched the shadows of the two people very long.

Jiang Qihuai lowered her eyes, and the little girl lowered her head, her long hair draped softly, and there was a small whirlpool on the top of her head.

"Tao Zhi." He called her suddenly.

Tao Zhi raised his head, his cheeks bulging unhappily.

Jiang Qihuai looked at her lightly.

"you like me?"