Peach Branch Bubbles

Sometimes, very occasionally, Tao Zhi would feel that Jiang Qihuai showed a personality that was completely different from his own, and it could even be said to be very contradictory and gentle.

Ji Fan and a group of people were blushing at a pot of fat cows. Fu Xiling was already full. They were playing mobile phones nearby. No one noticed their movements and heard them talking.

Tao Zhi stopped breathing for a while, staring at him blankly, the cups collided with each other almost silently. What she didn't have the guts to do, the paper cup did it for her.

It was controlled by Jiang Qihuai.

She never thought that Jiang Qihuai would take the initiative to do something or say something. She was the one who came after him, and he is a person with this kind of personality. Tao Zhi is already mentally prepared that he might not be so active. , It is up to her to occupy the dominant position.

Tao Zhi had already thought about it.

After the final exam, she took the initiative to hold hands with him.

Jiang Qihuai's hand holding the cup had already been taken away, but Tao Zhi's line of sight was still following. She stared straight at the mouth of the paper cup without blinking.

Jiang Qihuai sensed her sight and paused while holding the cup: "What are you looking at."

Tao Zhi's eyes still fell on it, raised his hand, pointed his index finger, and whispered, "Don't you drink?"

The boy's eyelids jumped at her words.

Tao Zhi don't open his eyes, his ears are hot, and he mutters in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you don't drink it."

Jiang Qihuai stared at her bright red ear tips for a moment, and smiled.

He raised his hand, and poked his index finger against her forehead slightly: "If I drink, do you have to get red here?"

There were a circle of people on the table around, and there was an undisguised intimacy in his action.

Although he would knock her on the head when the two people weren't sure about the relationship before, but after a different relationship, Tao Zhi started to feel guilty.

She pulled his fingertips down with a very guilty conscience.

The little girl's warm and soft palms only held his fingertips, pulled away under the table with a small force, squeezed like a baby, and in a few seconds, she let go of her hand, then picked up the chopsticks, and continued pretending to be nonchalant. Chew her cabbage gang.

Jiang Qihuai hung his hand under the table and paused for several seconds, then slowly rubbed his thumb against the place where his index finger had just been held.

She was obviously weak, but he felt a little numb in his fingertips.

Next to him, Fu Xiling turned his head away, Ji Fan rolled his eyes, Jiang Zhengxun silently turned his gaze back to the fat cow in the pot, and the three of them pretended to be blind together in a tacit understanding.

Seen nothing.

I didn't notice the interaction between these two people just now.

Only two fools, Zhao Mingqi and Li Shuangjiang, danced their chopsticks fiercely, eagerly grabbing fat cows.

Jiang Zhengxun sighed, thinking that sometimes it's good to be a stupid man. You don't have to eat hot pot and you will be forced to eat dog food again.

It was almost eight o'clock after a hot pot meal, and there was nothing left in the electric cooking pot except a little soup. Everyone began to clean the battlefield, performing their duties to destroy the corpses.

Fu Xiling wiped the blackboard, Li Shuangjiang picked off the string of lights, Zhao Mingqi held the pot and poured the rest of the hot pot soup into the toilet.

The tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and the snowflakes were taken off again, and the classroom was restored to its original state, as if the presumptuous demon of just Christmas was just a fantasy in their minds.

Li Shuangjiang patted his bulging belly, but he was a bit regretful: "I should have taken a few photos just now."

"I took it." Fu Xiling said.

Li Shuangjiang's eyes lit up: "Then you send it to a small group at night."

Fu Xiling nodded: "Go home and send it, I will adjust the tone."

After tossing till now, everyone is a little tired, sitting at the table and chatting for a while.

There was no one in the second grade teaching building at this time, and there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor. Zhao Mingqi's ears were the first to hear it. He raised his hand and Li Shuangjiang immediately shut up.

The security guard hummed a song and walked slowly forward from the top of the stairs to check whether there were any students in the classrooms.

Tao Zhi was the first to react. He collapsed like a boneless person and quickly got under the table. Zhao Mingqi ran to the door in an instant and slapped the light out.

The classroom went dark suddenly.

In the darkness, Jiang Qihuai felt that his school uniform jacket was pulled abruptly, and the gravity fell, and his whole body slipped.

He lowered his eyes.

In the moonlight, the girl's dark eyes were bright, she couldn't see the expression on her face, she just looked at him.

Jiang Qihuai understood it, and followed in obediently.

In the row in front of them, Li Shuangjiang was lying on a chair, and Fu Xiling was still panicking slowly, but Ji Fan pulled his neck down and pulled the cat down, Zhao Mingqi flashed into the shadow of the corner of the door.

Uncle Security hummed an old song that had been tuned, his footsteps getting closer and closer, until he reached the door of a class.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

Everyone held their breath.

"Why does it smell like hot pot..." Outside the classroom, the uncle security guard stood at the door and muttered puzzledly. He glanced inwardly, and there was nothing unusual, then he raised his foot and walked forward again.

Several people shrank under the table and chairs. Tao Zhi raised his hand and pulled Jiang Qihuai's school uniform. The table bar was separated between the two. His eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and the girl's white face became clear in the moonlight.

Uncle Security's footsteps grew farther and farther, until gradually no sound could be heard.

Tao Zhi looked at him, long eyes curled up, and winked at him unclearly.

Jiang Qihuai was stunned.

In the next second, she pulled the fingers of his school uniform and suddenly released it, slid down the sleeve, grabbed his hand directly, pushed the chair away and stood up.

The sound of the desks and chairs being knocked open made a rattling sound, Tao Zhili ignored him, holding his hand, turned and rushed out of the classroom.

The lights in the corridor were also turned off, and the moonlight came in like silver sand through the glass windows. Her footsteps were light and fast, like an agile cat, she quickly walked through the corridor, ran down the stairs, and ran out of the gate of the teaching building.

She leaned against the pillar in the doorway, laughing, panting in small mouths: "Don't come out before the security guard, he will lock the door later."

Jiang Qihuai stood next to her, silent, only looking down, looking at the hands between the two.

Her hand was small enough to cover half of his palm, and the place where the palm was touching was hot and humid. I don't know whose sweat was.

Tao Zhi followed his gaze and lowered his head, feeling nervous and shy afterwards.

She licked her lips and pretended to say calmly: "I originally planned to hold the hand when the final exam performance reaches the target. As a reward, it will be given to me in advance, so you will treat it as if I was on credit."

Jiang Qihuai didn't move, and he still had no expression.

Probably, I don't like it.

Tao Zhi lowered her eyes in silence. She tried to restrain the little bit of sadness and disappointment in her heart, slowly loosening her hand little by little, preparing to take it back.

The slightly cool temperature withdrew from her palm. She was about to withdraw her hand. The next second, Jiang Qihuai suddenly raised her hand and grabbed it again.

The young man's hand was a circle bigger than her, his slender fingers buckled, and it was easy to wrap her whole hand in.

Tao Zhi raised his eyes in a daze.

Jiang Qihuai grabbed her hand, moved his fingertips slightly, and gently rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips, with a somewhat intimate and ambiguous movement.

"It's already yours, what's the credit?" His voice was faint.

Tao Zhi suppressed the corners of his mouth that he wanted to raise: "Oh."

"Oh what."

"I just wanted to make a sound," Tao Zhi pursed his lips. "Why are you like this, I can't promise you."

Jiang Qihuai raised his eyes: "I don't know who it was just now. I took it all, what did I run?"

At the end of December, there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. When I first came out, I didn't feel that much. After staying outside for a long time, Tao Zhi was a little bit cold. She couldn't help shrinking her neck, and muttered: "Then I didn't think you didn't like this."

Jiang Qihuai glanced at her and led her back.

Tao Zhi also tended to follow him: "Why are you going?"

"Go inside," Jiang Qihuai said, "wait for Ji Fan to take off your coat."

The hall on the first floor of the teaching building was empty and dim. On both sides of the glass exhibition walls were hung the list of winners of the Olympic Games and various commendations and awards. Tao Zhi raised his head and saw his name.

Jiang Qihuai, the first class of the second grade, the first prize of the National Mathematical Olympiad.

In Experiment 1, I could barely squeeze into the top three in the imperial capital. In the early years, there were a few years of competition classes, and then they were not set up. Compared with the strong schools in the national mathematics competition, there is no threat. The first prize of each year is basically All were rounded up by the middle school attached next door and the No. 1 middle school in Huaicheng.

Jiang Qihuai was the first.

Wang Zhuangzi held a special class meeting for this purpose, and Vice President Wang wanted to write him in his speeches for the flag-raising ceremony every week to inspire the public.

Tao Zhi looked at the name for a long time, a little lost.

Ji Fan’s voice gradually came from the top of the stairs. It seemed that the security had already gone upstairs. Several people were carrying things and walking down while talking. Tao Zhi regained his senses, drew his hands, and then leaned back behind him trying to cover it up.

The girl's soft and warm hand came out, and Jiang Qihuai's palm was empty.

He raised his eyebrows in question: "Underground romance?"

Tao Zhi looked at him seriously, without speaking.

She will always be a little, weirdly caring and persistent.

Jiang Qihuai sighed, a little helpless: "All right."

The two people just kept a small half-meter distance, and no one talked anymore.

Until the voice on the other side of the stairs gradually became clear, mixed with the sound of footsteps and the laughter of the teenagers, Jiang Qihuai suddenly said: "I don't like it."

Tao Zhi turned his head and said, "What?"

He didn't look at her, staring vacantly at the empty hall in front, and stopped somewhere.

"I don't dislike you like this," his voice was faint, "I said, just do what you want to do."

She is very good this way, straightforward and straightforward.

Grab if you want, work hard if you want to achieve, and never stop if you want to chase.

Jiang Qihuai suddenly realized that maybe it was because of this.

Perhaps because of this, he knew that he could not give her the soil to absorb sufficient nutrients, but he still couldn't bear to let her go forward to his fingertips desperately.

She seemed to be able to burst out amazing and dazzling light all the time, with the attraction that was enough to take away all his sanity, so that people who were walking in the dark could not help but want to approach greedily and knowingly.

Like the sun.

No one noticed any ridiculous things that someone had done in the classroom the night before. After the night passed, the hot pot smell disappeared, and the next day class went on as usual.

Christmas is the New Year's Eve a few days later. Tao Zhi had a good time the night before, and he stopped being a moth and studied honestly.

Even Wang Er was so serious that he was a little uncomfortable. During class, he even teased her: "Squad leader? This will be the New Year's Eve soon, do you no longer plan to plan?"

Without blinking his eyes, Tao Zhi said solemnly: "The most important thing for students is to study. Studying is beyond the sky. It is not important to have math problems in the New Year's Eve."

Wang Er didn't eat her thing, he hummed, and he wanted to see and see them that the bunch of skin monkeys could stay together for a few days.

Tao Zhi didn't really toss anymore.

Although Jiang Qihuai said that she should not worry about her grades, they are now an impure colleague relationship, but this matter was not what Tao Zhi had imagined, and she was relieved.

The two points of chasing him and following in his footsteps are not contradictory in Tao Zhi's view, and they can be carried out at the same time.

Still want to ride on his head.

On New Year's Eve, Jiang Qihuai returned home early after school.

Grandpa Jiang had already prepared dinner. There were a few dishes on the table. The little rice cooker was on the side of the table, and the rice was not yet full.

The old man sat alone in the living room, staring at the chessboard in front of him without moving, his gaze fell empty on a certain chess piece in a daze, without noticing his return.

Jiang Qihuai turned around and closed the door.

The sound of the security door rang softly, interrupting the old man's thoughts. He raised his head and looked at it empty-handed.

After a few seconds, he recovered his senses, and his expression eased: "Ahuai is back."

Jiang Qihuai let out an "um" and entered the living room without asking much.

He took off his schoolbag and hung up his coat, washed his hands, walked into the kitchen, took out the bowls and chopsticks, and served the meal.

Grandpa Jiang closed his eyes, got up, walked to the table and sat down: "I didn't expect you to come back so early today and stewed a chicken. I don't know if it's alright now."

Jiang Qihuai put the rice in front of him, turned around and went into the kitchen: "I'll take a look."

The casserole base was simmered on a small fire on the gas stove, and the chicken soup had a strong fragrance. Jiang Qihuai lifted the lid and poked it with chopsticks to make sure it was cooked. He took a large porcelain bowl and served it out.

He turned and walked out of the kitchen. Grandpa Jiang sat at the table with his chopsticks still and looked at him with a smile, "Is it fun to go to school today?"

Jiang Qihuai sat opposite him: "It makes no difference."

Grandpa Jiang continued to laugh, "It doesn't make any difference if Tao is there?"

Jiang Qihuai was silent.

Grandpa Jiang looked at him: "I think this girl likes you a lot and has a good personality. Do you have any interest in others?"

That's how he asked. He watched Jiang Qihuai grow up, and Grandpa Jiang knew better than anyone else what personality he was.

I remember that people love chicken wings and strawberries. The little girl is a bit reckless and may not come suddenly one day. Although Jiang Qihuai has never said anything, it has been frozen in the refrigerator at home since last time. Prepared in a large bag of chicken wings.

Grandpa Jiang sighed: "This girl has a pretty good family background, right."

Although Tao Zhi came here a few times and didn't have much air, he coaxed him to be happy, pampering the grown-up children, and the precious energy on his body couldn't be concealed.

The chopsticks in the boy's hand paused.

Grandpa Jiang looked at him, he stopped talking.

There are some things that don’t need to be said.

His grandson knows better than anyone else.

He was born to be the proud son of heaven, talented and arrogant, and he shouldn't be born in such a family.

After eating a meal in silence, Grandpa Jiang wanted to speak several times, but swallowed back when he reached his mouth. Until it's finished.

Jiang Qihuai put down his chopsticks and waited quietly for him to speak.

The old man looked at him with some muddy eyes: "You..."

He paused, but still failed to say those two words.

For Jiang Qihuai, that person is probably not his father.

"He's out." Grandpa Jiang said slowly.

The corners of Jiang Qihuai's lips tightened for a moment, and he suddenly raised his eyes: "He came to you?"

"No," Grandpa Jiang said quickly. "He doesn't know where we live now. He said he was back to his hometown and he was asking everywhere."

The young boy’s lips were stretched straight, his eyes darkened, and he was unabashedly cold and hostile: “He dare to harass you again, I will make him unable to reappear for the rest of his life.”