Peach Branch Bubbles

Jiang Qihuai remembered things very early. It seemed that other children could only remember things vaguely when they were in kindergarten, but he always felt that his memory seemed to have started when he was two or three years old.

The memory is black and white at first, there are large rooms packed with dozens of beds, dark corridors with mottled walls, tall and old iron doors, children in uniform white clothes running in groups, and boards. The dean's aunt who has never smiled before.

The color began to appear, it was the day when I met Jiang Qinghe.

It was a rare activity time after lunch. The children played games in a circle on the grass. Jiang Qihuai watched the ants from a distance under the tree in the corner.

The tiny insects lined up in a neat line, with their thin claws holding white objects larger than their bodies, one by one disappeared from the bottom of the tree.

It seemed that the children who were only three or four years old squatted under the tree honestly, hugged their knees and hung their heads, and watched in silence for a long time.

Until a shadow casts in front of the eyes.

Xiao Jiang raised his head up.

The old man squatted beside him and looked at him with a smile: "What are you looking at?"

Xiao Jiang Qihuai did not speak, silently raised his hand and pointed at the bottom of the tree.

Jiang Qinghe looked over and said, "This is the ants. They are transporting food."

There was no expression on the child Furou's face, and his beautiful eyes looked straight at him without blinking.

The old man explained with a smile: "Did you see the white things? That's food. They take them home to eat, so they don't let themselves get hungry."

Xiao Jiang bowed his head and stared attentively for a while, then said milkily, "Their food is bigger than their body."

The old man nodded: "It's very powerful. They can carry things heavier than themselves."

Xiao Jiang Qihuai stopped speaking, and the little one hugged in a small ball under the tree and watched silently.

Jiang Qinghe did not speak either.

The old and the young watched silently as the ant swarms drilled into the holes in rows until the sun slanted, and the last one disappeared.

Xiao Jiang Qihuai stared at the tiny hole hidden in the soil for a long time before whispering: "The ants are home."

"Well," the old man replied, "the ants are home."

The child was silent again, looking straight at the small hole, with an unconcealed desire in his eyes.

The old man looked at him with his eyes crooked: "Do you want to go home?"

"I don't have one," Xiao Jiang Qihuai said, shaking his head, "Auntie Dean said that only children who like it can have a home."

He didn't show any feelings of sadness or grievance, but Jiang Qinghe's eyes were red.

He raised his hand and touched his soft hair: "Ahuai is also a kid that some people like."

Xiao Jiang Qihuai still shook his head, stubbornly, and said slowly: "I don't have one."

"From today onwards, grandpa likes you, okay?" Jiang Qinghe looked at him with moist eyes, with a gentle voice, "Grandpa takes you home, and Ahuai will always be with Grandpa in the future."

Jiang Qihuai remembered that day, the sun was so big that people couldn't open their eyes, the green trees obscured the sky, and there were large patches of fluffy, tender green buds on the grass.

The old man's palms are warm and generous, and he smells good and reassuring.

That was the first touch of color in his life.

Jiang Qihuai opened his eyes.

The moonlight was thin, and a layer of pale white gauze was spread on the floor. There was no sound in the bedroom. He stared at the ceiling and stopped for a long time.

Two books and a paper were spread on the desk next to the bed. The wall clock on the wall walked silently, with a soft click, and the hour and minute hands overlapped.

The screen of the mobile phone at the table turned on, and then began to vibrate, the buzzing sound was particularly clear in the quiet environment, and the sense of presence was persevering.

Jiang Qihuai sat up on the bed, he leaned against the bedside for a while, then raised his hand to grab the phone and picked it up.

"His Royal Highness!" The girl's voice kept ringing for a while, "What are you doing, I've been fighting for a long time."

"Huh? What's the matter." His voice was hoarse.

"Did you just wake up?" Tao Zhi said in disbelief, "You actually went to bed before twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve?"

Jiang Qihuai raised his neck, his head pressed against the head of the bed: "Aren't you overly knotty?"

"That's different," Tao Zhi said. "Get up quickly and come to the window."

Jiang Qihuai had a meal, then lifted the quilt and quickly turned over and got out of bed: "Are you downstairs?"

He directly pierced her careful thoughts without interest. Tao Zhi said with some dissatisfaction: "You have no interest at all. At this time, you should ask me why. You can't guess that I am here. where."

Jiang Qihuai had already walked to the window as she spoke.

The night was so dark that he couldn't see the figure, but he saw her at a glance.

The little girl wore a white down jacket, and the red scarf almost covered half of her face. She stood under the old street lamp of a residential building, hissing and bouncing in place with the cold.

She tilted her head and kept looking up until she saw the figure appearing by the window, raised her hand and pulled the scarf down, revealing the tip of her nose and small chin.

She looked at him in a shadowy manner, with her long eyes bent, and a big smile at him through the window. Her voice happily reached her ears through the phone: "Happy New Year, boyfriend."

Jiang Qihuai said nothing.

Tao Zhi stood under the street lamp and bounced, and he let out a white anger: "Why are you ignoring me, I ran out of the house secretly, it's such a cold day!"

She exaggeratedly said: "As a result, I was treated so cruelly by you."

Jiang Qihuai spoke slowly: "Why ran out of the house secretly?"

"Tell you a happy new year."

"Isn't it possible to speak on the phone."

"That's different," Tao Zhi said of course. "I hope that in the new year, the first person I see at first sight is you."

Jiang Qihuai curled up his mobile phone's fingers, and stopped breathing.

Tao Zhi continued domineeringly: "The person you see at first sight must be me."

The heating in the old residential building was not so adequate. At night, when the quilt came out, it was still a bit cold. When he walked to the window, he didn't wear slippers. He stood barefoot on the cold floor, but suddenly he didn't feel it. To cold.

Jiang Qihuai laughed, "Is it enough to just take a look?"

Tao Zhi stood downstairs, tilting his head, as if a little puzzled.

Jiang Qihuai's throat was dry. He stared at the small figure under the street lamp, his voice hoarse: "Come on."

Tao Zhi felt that Jiang Qihuai had been with her for a long time, and it seemed that he had a little bit of a bad school.

Even such an extraordinary thing can be done.

Invite his girlfriend to his house early in the morning!

She still had some worries at first, considering that it was too late, Jiang Qihuai fell asleep, and Grandpa Jiang was at home again, which seemed a bit inappropriate.

But it's all here.

The anti-theft door in front of him was opened from the inside. Jiang Qihuai was standing inside wearing a thin cotton long dress and trousers, giving way to his side.

Tao Zhi entered the door quietly, and then turned the doorknob, moving very slowly, carefully closing the door.

Even though she had moved slowly by almost an inch in one second, the moment the door was locked, there was still a crisp sound.

Tao Zhi stopped moving immediately. She licked her lips nervously, and her whole body was still in place, listening for other movements with her ears erected.

Jiang Qihuai leaned on the shoe cabinet and looked down at her: "Why are you—"

She raised her hand quickly, making a false gesture.

Jiang Qihuai shut up and drew a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them under her feet.

Tao Zhi stepped on the slippers and followed him into the bedroom almost on his toes.

When the bedroom door closed, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

Jiang Qihuai walked to the desk and turned on the lamp.

The bedroom lit up, Tao Zhi raised his eyes.

The young man was standing in front of her, he should have just woke up, his black hair was messy, his eyelids drooped listlessly, a little softer and thinner than usual.

It doesn't look very happy.

Tao Zhi couldn't help but look at him for a while.

Jiang Qihuai noticed her sight and raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." She slowly took off the scarf in circles, folded it twice and put it on the back of the chair at the table, and then continued to take off her coat.

Jiang Qihuai watched her unbutton her coat one by one, and suddenly asked, "Can you eat strawberries?"

"..."

Tao Zhi ate dinner early and didn't eat snacks at night. He was a little hungry at this time, but it was already twelve o'clock.

She waved her hand: "Where can you buy strawberries at this point?"

Jiang Qihuai opened the bedroom door again and went out.

Tao Zhi was a little afraid of being discovered, but he quickly took off his coat and put his scarf together, and then quietly followed him out.

He walked into the kitchen, turned on the light and opened the refrigerator door, and took out a box of strawberries from the fresh-keeping layer.

A layer of plastic wrap was tightly wrapped on the plastic box. Jiang Qihuai took it apart and walked to the pool.

Tao Zhi closed the kitchen door behind him. This box of strawberries has probably been stored for a few days. The dark green leaves are a bit crumpled, but they are not broken, and the fruits are full and bright red.

Tao Zhi moved his head over: "You have it in your family."

"Well," Jiang Qihuai turned on the faucet, "I bought it a few days ago, but I forgot to eat it."

Tao Zhi patted his arm: "You turn the water down a little bit, the sound is too loud."

Jiang Qihuai turned his head: "Why are you like a thief at my house."

"What should I do if I wake up Grandpa Jiang," Tao Zhi muttered softly. "If I ran to a boy's house in the middle of the night, Grandpa Jiang would have a bad impression of me."

Jiang Qihuai looked at her worried and sighed, "It won't be bad."

He turned his head again and removed the strawberry leaves from the box: "He likes you."

"Of course I am likable," Tao Zhi immediately became happy, and she said happily, "How can anyone not like me."

Jiang Qihuai didn't say a word, his eyelashes were pressed down, and the strawberry with the leaves removed was rinsed under water.

Indeed, there will be no.

Tao Zhi has become accustomed to eating in the middle of the night. Jiang Qihuai doesn't have this habit, so a large box belongs to her.

This strawberry will be broken even if it is put down. Tao Zhi is not polite. He sat on the bedside and ate a small box with the box. While eating, he watched Jiang Qihuai sitting at the table doing his homework.

He didn't finish his homework, so half of the papers were spread out on the table. In his life, only the model worker who could not learn the two characters did not finish his homework. Tao Zhi thought this was very strange.

She ate a little, put the box on the table, dangling her legs boredly, and glanced at the pictures on his wall.

It doesn't seem to be much, just the ones before.

Hasn't the Literary Youth recently photographed the secret to your heart's content?

They both have this kind of relationship now, she should always leave a place on his photo wall.

Tao Zhi curled his lips, thinking that she would take a selfie with Polaroid when she returned home, and then secretly photographed her beautiful face on the wall when she came next time, and put it in the middle.

Xu is not in the right state. Jiang Qihuai has been working on the question for a long time. After he finished writing the two papers, he took a look at it, and it was already over one and a half.

Tao Zhi fell asleep on the table.

The girl leaned her head, half of her face buried in her arms, her cheek pressed into the shadow against her arm, her long eyelashes densely covered her lower eyelids, and she slept soundly.

Jiang Qihuai closed the paper, put down the pen lightly, and sat in the chair looking sideways at her.

I don't know if she dreamed of something happy, the corners of her lips were slightly cocked. The little girl who was always alive and talking non-stop finally stopped after falling asleep, her peaceful sleeping face was enveloped by the light of the desk lamp, and her soft hair appeared in a circle of small soft fluff under the light.

The broken hair on the forehead slipped, and the tip of the hair swept across the tip of the nose which seemed to be itchy. She closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose.

Jiang Qihuai raised his hand, gently hooking up the strands of hair and pinning them behind her ears.

When he moved like this, Tao Zhi woke up.

She opened her eyes in a daze, probably still blindfolded, and just lay down for a while.

Jiang Qihuai retracted his hand: "Awake?"

Tao Zhi straightened up slowly, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and asked him in a slimy voice: "What time is it?"

"A little more."

"I should go back," she muttered in a small voice, "Why are you doing two papers for so long."

Jiang Qihuai's chair slid backwards: "It's too late, I'll send you back."

Tao Zhi didn't refuse this time. She stretched out on the bed and yawned again. She woke up and stood up and took the coat that had just been hung on the back of the chair.

This is too bad.

Visited her boyfriend’s house for a late night date on New Year’s Eve, and then completed two papers with him?

Who believes it?

She put on her coat, and took up the scarf to wrap it around.

Tao Zhi wrapped his scarf around and turned his head. Jiang Qihuai was still sitting in the chair. Tao Zhi hesitated and said, "If you are sleepy, I can go back by myself. Anyway, I'll get to the door of my house after a taxi. ."

"Not sleepy," Jiang Qihuai stood up, walked to the closet, took out the clothes, "just slept for a while."

"His Royal Highness." Tao Zhi called him suddenly.

Jiang Qihuai turned around.

From the time he entered the door to the present, he still couldn't hold it back. Tao Zhi blinked and looked up at him: "Aren't you happy today?"

"How unhappy."

"It just looks..." Tao Zhi frowned. He didn't know how to describe that feeling. It seemed inaccurate to say that it was upset or anxious.

She racked her brains and thought for a while, but did not expect a suitable vocabulary to describe it, and finally said dryly: "It feels a bit clingy."

Jiang Qihuai: "..."

He thought that he didn't, but now it seems that Jiang Qinghe's words tonight, and that person, still had a little impact on him.

The young man stood in front of the closet in silence, looking at her in disbelief, Tao Zhi suddenly regretted asking this question.

"It's okay, maybe I'm sleepy and confused," she shook her head, hid her chin in the scarf, and then reached out a hand to him, "hold a hand boyfriend?"

The little girl opened her palms in front of him, her red scarf wrapped her half of her face, showing her white and tender ear tips, and her dark eyes were bright.

Jiang Qihuai pursed his lips and looked at her, staring for a few seconds before saying, "Is it enough to hold a hand?"

Tao Zhi looked at him blankly, nodding his head several times, "I am easily satisfied."

"It's not easy for me." He said in a low voice, meaningless.

Tao Zhi blinked, but he still didn't realize the meaning of this sentence.

Jiang Qihuai took a step forward, suddenly raised his hand, and gently pulled both sides of her scarf in his direction. Tao Zhi was caught off guard, and he leaned forward and slammed into his arms.

Then he hugged her.

The boy's body temperature was surrounded by thin clothing and a clean breath. Tao Zhi opened his eyes wide, and let him hold him motionless.

Jiang Qihuai wrapped her arms tightly, leaned over and lowered her head, buried her head deeply between her neck, her voice muffled in the woolen scarf: "Don't be so simple and just want to send me."