Peach Branch Bubbles

The teenager's fine black hair rubbed against her ears, his voice pressed into the scarf, and it sounded a little dull.

The tip of the nose rubbed against her neck, and the heat in her breath was naked and unimpeded against her skin, itchy and itchy.

He covered her with his breath.

Tao Zhi paused, then raised his hand, clasped his palm on the back of his head, and gently rubbed it.

His hair was unexpectedly soft.

"Did something unhappy happened?" Tao Zhi said softly.

Jiang Qihuai didn't speak, his arms tightened.

She smelled good.

Just like that day, the scorching sun bake the earth, the shade of green trees cast shadows, and the tender green, fluffy buds grow vigorously in large areas.

Jiang Qihuai let out a long sigh, his arm loosened and raised his head.

There was no change in his expression, as if all the abnormalities that Tao Zhi had sensitively noticed were just her illusions.

"No," Jiang Qihuai raised his hand, pulled up her somewhat messy scarf, and whispered, "Let's go and take you home."

It was already two o'clock in the morning when Tao Zhi arrived home.

She slipped into the door lightly and went upstairs and took a shower.

My eyes were sore and sleepy, and I felt like I couldn't open them, but it was very strange that I didn't feel a little sleepy.

Tao Zhi was lying on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling, thinking about Jiang Qihuai tonight.

Indeed, it is very different.

He is so different in peacetime.

He is the kind of person who rarely shows his emotions. Even if he is unhappy, he will hardly show it clearly. It is like wearing a thick mask. No one knows when and what he was under the mask. state.

If you wear the mask for a long time, you won't be able to take it off.

Maybe even Jiang Qihuai didn't notice that he was emotionally abnormal sometimes.

But Tao Zhi could see clearly.

She raised her head and watched the mask on his face split, revealing a gap in her.

But she couldn't ask anymore.

Tao Zhi rubbed her face a little irritably, and took out the phone from under the pillow. The brightness of the screen made her squint her eyes. After adjusting to it for a while, she clicked on WeChat.

She looked at the picture of the puzzle at the top for a long time.

Tao Zhi sighed, relocked the screen of the phone, and tucked it back under the pillow.

Time entered the new year, and the calendar in front of the classroom blackboard was replaced with a new one. The large Arabic numerals on it were struck out with a red pen, and life seemed to remain the same without any change.

Neither did Jiang Qihuai.

Tao Zhi kept observing carefully for a few days. This person should still attend the class, brush the questions, and ridicule her mercilessly when she should be venomous. Li Shuangjiang and the others would occasionally be dragged out during class and lunch break. Playing ball, like a robot, abused the hearts and eyeballs of all members of the class in various exams.

It seems that those enthusiastic and restrained initiatives on New Year's Eve are just her illusions.

Slowly, Tao Zhi also forgot about this matter.

She put all her energy on the upcoming monthly exam.

Tao Zhi has basically been rushing to make up for the first half of the year. Although it is not as difficult as before, she can do almost 70% of the questions on at least one of the papers, but Falling into a new strenuous one.

She was stuck at this stage and encountered a bottleneck.

For some questions, she always felt that she had written the right process and got the answers, but the results were always wrong.

At the beginning, she was very patient, copying all the wrong questions and pasting them on the wrong question book for each subject, but this situation continued, and I felt that there was not much improvement. She did the mock test papers. At that time, the score did not improve much.

Seeing the monthly exam approaching, she began to feel a little anxious.

Jiang Hesheng found out that her condition was not right. After a class, he stayed and chatted with Tao Xiuping. He also found a separate tutor for each subject of Tao Zhi, all teachers with teaching experience.

There is a clear difference between the teacher’s interpretation of the topic and the teaching method and the students, but Jiang Hesheng’s class is still being taught, but in this way, her two days on Saturday and Sunday are all occupied by home tutoring. full.

On Sunday night, she sent away the physics teacher, and the brain that had been running for a day was about to crash. Tao Zhi rubbed some sore eyes and fell into the bed.

She faced the bed and buried her head in the quilt. She closed her eyes and rested for a while, and she felt tired and sleepy.

Studying is very tiring.

Tao Zhi doesn't like being tired. He doesn't want to sit up if he can lie on the bed during the holidays. Even if he can run 800 meters in physical education class, he can run away.

But at the moment of chasing and touching, the sense of accomplishment can actually be obtained.

However, she didn't have time to visit Jiang Qihuai on weekends.

After all, she hasn't eaten the delicious meals made by Grandpa Jiang for a long time.

What is Jiang Qihuai doing at this point?

On Sunday, he seems to be working part-time.

She collapsed on the bed, turned her neck, and looked out the window.

It was dark before dinner, and there was another snowfall in the imperial capital a few days ago. The unmelted snow hung on the branches and treetops, pressing down a layer of bright white.

Tao Zhi watched for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped up.

She quickly changed her clothes, then took out the bag from the corner, folded the unfinished test papers on the desk, stuffed it in, and went out of the bedroom and went downstairs.

Dinner was almost ready. Tao Xiuping and Ji Fan were both in the living room. Seeing her neatly dressed, Tao Xiuping squinted at her, knowingly asking, "What are you going to do? I want to eat."

"You eat, I won't eat at home." Tao Zhi waved his hand.

"What else can I do, find the person she likes?" Ji Fan was reading the manga, took a moment to glance at her condescendingly, and began to be mean, "You just go? Don't change to a new set of clothes and dress up, paint it. Red lips and blue eyelids."

Tao Zhi turned his head blankly, picked up the glove placed on the hallway and walked two steps forward, dangling his arm in the pose of a baseball player, and then threw it at him.

Ji Fan was still holding the comics in his hand, and couldn't react, his gloves were directed at his door, softly, and slammed over him softly.

Tao Zhi: "Homer! Home!"

Ji Fan clutched his nose and exaggerated, "My nose is broken! Lao Tao, she used violence against me!"

Tao Xiuping sighed as they watched the two people jumping around.

The son is not easy to control, and the daughter has grown up and started flying out every day.

Raising a child is really difficult.

He pointed to Tao Zhi, sternly said: "Come back before nine o'clock."

Tao Zhi saluted him: "Yes!"

Upon seeing this, Ji Fan put down the hand covering his nose. He squeezed the soft gloves in his hand and leaned forward, and said eagerly, "Dad, I want to go out to play too. I will definitely be back before nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Tao Xiuping: "You, rest for me."

Ji Fan: "..."

In addition to tutoring, Jiang Qihuai convenience store quit his job, and the cafe should not have a higher hourly salary. Tao Zhi took a taxi to the cafe in the city center.

She located the specific location of the store on her mobile phone. Sunday was the peak of the flow of people, and there were so many business districts nearby that it was too blocked to move.

Tao Zhi simply got out of the car outside a street and walked over by himself.

She didn't tell Jiang Qihuai that she would come.

She thought it over. After a while, she pretended to go to take orders, and then when Jiang Qihuai raised her head, she suddenly appeared, killed him by surprise, and then pretended not to know him.

Tao Zhi thought about her own little Jiujiu. She imagined what Jiang Qihuai would look like when she came, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

She smiled, found the way to the cafe according to her memory, leaned on the side of the street and walked forward while raising her head.

She remembered correctly, the store was not far in front, but things did not perform as she expected, and there were two people standing in front of the store.

In the ice and snow, Jiang Qihuai was only wearing a work uniform, and the thin shirt material felt cold.

He hung his head and the corners of his lips were tight, unlike the usual indifferent indifference. He stared at the man in front of him vigilantly and violently, his eyes as sharp as a cone of ice under the eaves that hadn't been cleared away.

The man was wearing a thick black cotton coat. He should be very tall, but his figure was a little rickety, and he looked a bit shorter than Jiang Qihuai.

His voice was hidden in the feasting, hoarse and weird, with an undisguised, uncomfortable malice: "Are you going to work as an adult? Why, that old man has no money to support you?"

Jiang Qihuai moved his lips, and only said one word: "Go away."

The man said slowly: "Nor should it be, the pension plus the pension, the money should be a lot, did he deliberately hide the money and not spend it for you?"

Jiang Qihuai still said, "Go away."

The man turned a blind eye to his attitude, and he let out a cold smile: "The old immortal thought he was hiding well, didn't he, he was caught by me? Do you think I can find you, but I won't find him." As for you—"

His voice was not over.

Jiang Qihuai suddenly moved.

He stepped forward in an instant and stretched out his hand, grabbing the man's collar and suddenly lifting it up. The man's skeleton looked strong, but he didn't seem to have much strength on his body, and he lifted up as if he was holding a chicken.

The thick collar tightened his neck and trachea, his face was flushed, two dirty hands were raised, and he firmly grasped the hand that was holding him, and struggling violently twice.

Jiang Qihuai stared blankly at him struggling meaninglessly in his hands for a while, the line of his jaw was tight, and his voice was cold: "What do I do, do you think I'm like a kid?"

The strength of the man's struggle was getting weaker and weaker.

Tao Zhi's heart tightened, and he ran forward after pulling his leg.

As she ran, she shouted to him in horror: "Jiang Qihuai!"

The sound penetrated the noisy and lively flow of people, as if the surrounding isolation barrier was broken, the boy's movements froze and he turned his head.

Tao Zhi leaped straight in front of him, clasped his arm tightly, and said quickly: "You let go! Calm down first!"

The man's toes were hanging down, and his eyes had begun to roll up, exposing the whites of his eyes.

Jiang Qihuai let go of his hand like an electric shock.

The man fell directly on the ground, trembling hands covering his neck, coughing violently, and gasping for breath.

Seeing that the person was all right, Tao Zhi let out a long sigh of relief, and slowly relaxed the fingers holding his arm.

Jiang Qihuai lowered his eyes, looking condescendingly at the people on the ground, his eyes seemed to look at a trash: "I said, if you dare to show up in front of him, I won't let you go."

Jiang Qihuai squatted down, with a low-pitched voice, with a brutal force that could not be hidden: "You can try."

The man collapsed on the ground, sucking in the cold air greedily, unable to say a word.

Tao Zhi pulled him by the arm, turned and walked forward.

After walking for a long distance until the entrance of the street, Tao Zhi stopped, and the young man followed her step by step.

Tao Zhi turned his head and glanced in the distance.

The man was crawling on the ground, and there was already someone watching. A passerby approached to talk to him, but the man didn't say a word. He sat up and leaned against the wall.

Tao Zhi took Jiang Qihuai and walked around the corner until the man disappeared from sight.

She turned around and looked at him.

The young man pressed his eyelashes and stood in front of her without saying a word, his eyes that were supposed to be light and beautiful were deeply suppressing the dark color.

He didn't speak, his lips were pressed together tightly, and his fingers dangled at his sides and curled up little by little.

More than anything else, the incident she saw caused cold chills and uneasiness to spread throughout her body.

Tao Zhi's eyes turned red.

After calming down, I felt a little afraid.

She wanted to say something, wanted to scold him, but she couldn't speak.

She didn't know who that man was, or why Jiang Qihuai would react like that when she saw him. She didn't even know if he could stop him if no one stopped him.

The cold wind swept across the bustling streets, blowing up the snowflakes on the treetops, and sprinkling small pieces of the ocean.

No one speaks.

Tao Zhi took a deep breath, then raised his hand, took off the scarf from his neck, and hung it around his neck on his tiptoes.

Surrounded by the warm temperature for an instant, Jiang Qihuai raised his eyes in a daze.

Tao Zhi didn't look at him, her eyes fell on the scarf intently. She pinched the sides of the red scarf with her fingers and slowly wrapped her around him: "Is it cold?"

She said the first sentence to him.

Jiang Qihuai held his breath.

Tao Zhi sighed and criticized him with some worry: "It's been a few months now. It's such a cold day. You just came out wearing a torn shirt. Do you really think you have such a good physique?"

The little girl’s eyes were still red and moist in the bright light. After she put the scarf on for him, she unbuttoned her coat and murmured and criticized him: "The snow that had fallen before the day before, if it hadn’t I, you will become a snowman, you know? I don’t want to hear the news that the first grader is turning into an ice sculpture on the street in a few days at school."

As she said, she unbuttoned her coat, pulled the two sides of the wide coat to come up, and wrapped him in.

The coat was still a little small, Tao Zhi couldn't wrap his whole person, only barely able to cover the small half of his body tightly. But it's still warm enough.

She struggled around him without letting go, raised her head with her chin against his chest, and looked at him with a smile: "Am I warm?"

The girl’s body fits tightly, her body temperature is continuously passed through through the soft sweater, the falling snow on the treetops falls between her dark hair, glittering in the bright lights of the street, and slowly melting after a while, and then Disappear.

She had crooked eyelashes, her jet-black eyes looked at him brightly.

Indeed, it is warm enough.

Jiang Qihuai's throat slipped and looked at her deeply, then his neck lowered.

The cold lips were cautiously and almost reverently pressed against her warm eyes.