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 his group were blinded by the pot of fat cows. Fu Xiling was already full and was playing with his mobile phone next to him. No one noticed their movements and heard them talking.
Tao Zhi even stopped breathing, stared at him blankly, and the mouths of the cups collided, almost silently. What she didn't have the guts to do, the paper cup did for her.
It was still controlled by Jiang Qihuai.
She never thought that Jiang Qihuai would take the initiative to do or say something, she was the one who chased him after all, and he has this kind of personality, Tao Zhi is already mentally prepared that he might not be so active , to be dominated by her.
Tao Zhi had already thought about it.
After the final exam, she took the initiative to hold his hand.
Jiang Qihuai's hand holding the cup had already been withdrawn, but Tao Zhi's gaze was still following her. She stared straight at the rim of the paper cup without blinking her eyes.
Jiang Qihuai noticed her gaze and paused while holding the cup: "What are you looking at?"
Tao Zhi's gaze was still on it, he raised his hand, pointed with his index finger, and whispered, "Aren't you going to drink?"
The boy's eyelids jumped following her words.
Tao Zhi turned his eyes away, his ears were hot, and he muttered in a low voice: "It's fine if you don't drink it, it's nothing."
Jiang Qihuai stared at her red ear tips for a moment, then smiled.
He raised his hand, pressed his index finger against her forehead and poked lightly: "If I drink it, will you be so popular here?"
There were people around the table, and there was an undisguised intimacy in his movements.
Although he would knock her on the head when the two were not sure about the relationship before, but after changing the relationship, Tao Zhi began to feel guilty instead.
She tugged at his fingertips very guiltyly.
The little girl only held his fingertips in her warm and soft palms, she pulled them away with a small force and brought them under the table, squeezed them coquettishly, and after a few seconds, she let go, then picked up the chopsticks and continued pretending that nothing had happened. Gnaw her cabbage gang.
Jiang Qihuai hung his hand under the table, paused for a few seconds, and then slowly rubbed his thumb against the place where the pulp of his index finger was just held.
She obviously had little strength, but he felt a little numbness in his fingertips.
Fu Xiling next to him 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 in a tacit understanding.
saw nothing.
He didn't even notice the interaction between the two just now.
Only two idiots, Zhao Mingqi and Li Shuangjiang, were waving their chopsticks fiercely, with no distraction in grabbing fat cows.
Jiang Zhengxun sighed, thinking that sometimes it's good to be an idiot, instead of being forced to eat dog food after eating hot pot.
It was nearly eight o'clock after a hot pot meal, and there was nothing left in the electric cooker except for some base soup. Everyone began to clean up the battlefield, carrying out their duties to destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces.
Fu Xiling wiped the blackboard, Li Shuangjiang took off the string of lights, Zhao Mingqi held the pot and poured the remaining hot pot soup into the toilet.
The tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and the snowflakes were picked off again, and the classroom returned to its original appearance, as if the presumptuousness of Christmas just now was just a fantasy in their minds.
Li Shuangjiang patted his bulging stomach, feeling a little regretful: "I should have taken some photos just now."
"I did." Fu Xiling said.
Li Shuangjiang's eyes lit up: "Then you post in the small group at night."
Fu Xiling nodded: "I'll post it at home, I'll adjust the tone."
After tossing so far, everyone is a little tired, sitting at the table and chatting for a while.
There was no one in the teaching building of the second year of high school at this time, and there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor. Zhao Mingqi, with sharp ears, was the first to hear it. He raised his hand, and Li Shuangjiang immediately shut up.
The security guard hummed a song and walked slowly from the stairs, checking each classroom to see if there were any students left in the school.
Tao Zhi was the first to react, and collapsed like a boneless person, and quickly got under the table. Zhao Mingqi ran to the door in an instant, and slapped the light off with a slap.
The classroom suddenly darkened.
In the pitch darkness, Jiang Qihuai felt his school uniform jacket being ripped off abruptly, the gravity was downward, and his whole body slid down.
He lowered his eyes.
Under the moonlight, the girl's black eyes were bright, she couldn't see the expression on her face, she just looked at him.
Jiang Qihuai understood, and obediently followed.
In the row in front of them, Li Shuangjiang was lying flat on the chair, Fu Xiling was still panicking slowly, being pulled by Ji Fan's neck and hooked down, Zhao Mingqi flashed into the shadow of the corner of the door.
Uncle Security was humming an out-of-key old song, and the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer until he reached the door of class one.
The footsteps stopped suddenly.
Everyone held their breath.
"Why does it smell like hot pot..." Outside the classroom, the security uncle stood at the door and muttered in bewilderment. He probed inside and saw that there was nothing unusual, and walked forward again.
A few people held their breath and huddled under the table and chairs. Tao Zhi raised his hand and pulled Jiang Qihuai's school uniform. There was a table bar between the two of them. Their eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and the girl's fair face became clear under the moonlight.
The sound of Uncle Security's footsteps became farther and farther away until he gradually lost his voice.
Tao Zhi looked at him, bent his long eyes, and blinked at him inexplicably.
Jiang Qihuai was stunned.
The next second, she suddenly let go of the fingers holding his school uniform, slid down the sleeve, grabbed his hand, pushed the chair away and stood up.
The sound of tables and chairs being knocked away made a rattling sound, Tao Zhili ignored him, turned around and rushed out of the classroom holding his hand.
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 a nimble and agile cat, quickly crossing the corridor, running down the stairs, and out of the gate of the teaching building.
She leaned against the pillar at the door, laughing and gasping for breath: "Don't come out before the security guard, he's going to lock the door later."
Jiang Qihuai stood beside her, didn't speak, just lowered his eyes, looking at the hands they held.
Her hand was so small that it could barely cover half of his palm. The place where the palms touched was hot and humid, and it was unknown whose sweat it was.
Tao Zhi followed his gaze and lowered his head, feeling nervous and shy.
She licked her lips and pretended to be calm and said: "I originally planned to hold hands with you after meeting the performance standards in the final exam. Give it to me as a reward, so that it will be ahead of schedule, so you can treat me as a credit card."
Jiang Qihuai didn't move, and remained expressionless.
Probably, I don't like it.
Tao Zhi silently lowered her eyes. She tried her best to restrain a little bit of sadness and loss in her heart, and slowly let go of her hand little by little, ready to take it back.
The cool temperature left her palm, she was about to withdraw her hand, but the next second, Jiang Qihuai suddenly raised her hand and grabbed it back again.
The boy's hand was a circle bigger than hers, and his slender fingers were hooked up, easily wrapping her hand completely inside.
Tao Zhi raised his eyes in a daze.
Jiang Qihuai grabbed her hand, moved his fingertips slightly, and lightly rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips, his movements were somewhat intimate and ambiguous.
"It's already yours, so what's the point of credit?" His voice was flat.
Tao Zhi suppressed the corners of his mouth that wanted to rise: "Oh."
"Oh what."
"I just wanted to say hello," Tao Zhi pursed the corners of his lips, "Why are you like this, why don't I just promise you?"
Jiang Qihuai raised his eyes: "I don't know who it was just now, I've been dragged, why are you running?"
At the end of December, there was a thin layer of snow on the ground. When I first came out, I didn't feel it too much. After staying outside for a long time, Tao Zhi felt a little cold. She couldn't help shrinking her neck, and muttered: "Then I don't think you don't like this."
Jiang Qihuai glanced at her and led her back.
Tao Zhi followed him step by step: "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 dark. On the glass exhibition walls on both sides were the winners list of the previous Olympiad and various commendation certificates. Tao Zhi raised his head and saw his name.
Jiang Qihuai, Class 1, Grade 2, won the first prize in the National Mathematical Olympiad.
In Experiment 1, it was hard to squeeze into the top three in the imperial capital. In the early years, there were competition classes for a few years, and later they were not set up. Compared with the strong schools in the national mathematics competition, there is no threat. The first prize every year is basically All were surrounded by the attached middle school next door and Huaicheng No. 1 middle school.
Jiang Qihuai was the first.
Wang Foldzi held a special class meeting for this purpose, and Vice President Wang could not wait to write him into his speeches for the flag-raising ceremony every week to inspire the public.
Tao Zhi stared at the name for a long time, a little lost in thought.
Ji Fan's voice gradually came from the stairs. It seemed that the security guards had already gone upstairs. Several people were walking down while talking with their things. Tao Zhi came back to his senses, waved his hands, and then put his back behind his back to hide it.
The girl's soft and warm hand came out, and Jiang Qihuai's palm was empty.
He raised his eyebrows in doubt: "Underground romance?"
Tao Zhi looked at him seriously, but didn't speak.
She will always have some small, strange care and persistence.
Jiang Qihuai sighed, a little helpless: "Okay."
The two of them kept a distance of less than half a meter, and no one spoke.
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 said suddenly: "I don't like it."
Tao Zhi turned his head sideways: "What?"
He didn't look at her, his gaze stared blankly at the empty hall ahead, and stopped somewhere.
"I don't like you like this," he said lightly, "I've said it before, whatever you want, just do it."
That's fine with her, straightforward and straightforward.
Catch it if you want it, work hard if you want to achieve it, and never stop if you want to chase it.
Jiang Qihuai suddenly realized that maybe it was because of this.
Perhaps it was because of this that he clearly knew that he could not give her the soil to absorb sufficient nutrients, but he was still reluctant to let her go and reached forward desperately towards his fingertips.
She always seems to be able to burst out amazing and dazzling light all the time, with the attraction enough to take away all his sanity, so that people who are hesitantly walking in the dark night can't help but want to approach greedily and insatiately.
like the sun.
No one found out what absurd thing someone had done in the classroom the night before. After one night, the smell of hot pot dissipated, and classes continued as usual the next day.
Christmas is New Year's Eve every few days. Tao Zhi had a good time the night before, and he stopped being a moth and studied honestly.
She was so serious that even Wang Er was a little uncomfortable. During the class, she even teased her a few words: "Squad leader? It's New Year's Eve soon, you don't plan any more?"
Without batting an eye, Tao Zhi said solemnly: "The most important thing for students is to study. Studying is so important. Math problems are not as important as New Year's Eve."
Wang Er didn't agree with her, he snorted and laughed, he really wanted to see how they could stay together for a few days with a bunch of monkeys.
Tao Zhi really didn't bother anymore.
Although Jiang Qihuai told her not to worry about her grades, and they are now impure colleagues, but this matter did not feel relieved to Tao Zhi as he imagined.
In Tao Zhi's view, there is no contradiction between chasing him and catching up with his footsteps, and they can be carried out simultaneously.
Still want to ride on his head.
On New Year's Eve, Jiang Qihuai returned home early after school.
Grandpa Jiang has already prepared dinner. There are several dishes on the dining table. The small rice cooker is placed beside the table, and the rice has not been filled yet.
The old man sat alone in the living room, staring at the chessboard in front of him without moving, his eyes were lost on a certain chess piece, and he didn't notice him coming back.
Jiang Qihuai turned around and closed the door.
The soft sound of the anti-theft door interrupted the old man's thoughts. He raised his head and looked over blankly.
After a few seconds, he came back to his senses, and his expression eased: "Ah Huai is back."
Jiang Qihuai let out an "um" and entered the living room without asking any further questions.
He took off his schoolbag and hung up his coat, washed his hands and came out, walked into the kitchen, took out the bowls and chopsticks, and served the meal.
Grandpa Jiang closed his eyes before getting up, walked to the dining table and sat down: "I didn't expect you to come back so early today and stew a chicken. I don't know if it's all right now."
Jiang Qihuai put the rice in front of him, turned and went into the kitchen: "I'll go and have a look."
The casserole was simmering on the gas stove, and the chicken soup had a rich aroma. Jiang Qihuai lifted the lid and poked it with chopsticks to make sure it was cooked, and took out a large porcelain bowl.
He turned around and left the kitchen. Grandpa Jiang was sitting at the table, without moving his chopsticks, looking at him with a smile: "Is it fun to go to school today?"
Jiang Qihuai sat opposite him: "There is no difference."
Grandpa Jiang continued to laugh: "It doesn't matter if Xiao Tao is there?"
Jiang Qihuai fell silent.
Grandpa Jiang looked at him: "I think this girl likes you very much, and she has a good personality. Are you interested in her?"
That's the question. He watched Jiang Qihuai grow up. Grandpa Jiang knows the character of a young man better than anyone else.
I remember that people like to eat chicken wings and strawberries. The little girl is a bit reckless, and she may come suddenly one day. Although Jiang Qihuai has never said anything, since the last time, the refrigerator at home has been frozen Prepared in a big bag of chicken wings.
Grandpa Jiang sighed: "This girl's family background is quite good."
Although Tao Zhi didn't put on airs a few times, he coaxed him to be cheerful, and he couldn't hide the nobleness in him when he pampered the grown-up child.
The chopsticks in the boy's hand paused.
Grandpa Jiang looked at him, hesitant to speak.
Some things don't have to be said.
His grandson knows more than anyone else in his heart.
He was supposed to be the proud son of heaven, talented and arrogant, and he shouldn't have been born into such a family.
Eating the meal in silence, Grandpa Jiang wanted to speak several times, but swallowed the words back. until finished.
Jiang Qihuai put down his chopsticks and waited quietly for him to speak.
The old man looked at him with cloudy eyes: "You..."
He paused, but still couldn't get those two words out of his mouth.
To Jiang Qihuai, that person is probably not his father.
"He came out." Grandpa Jiang said slowly.
The corners of Jiang Qihuai's lips tensed for a moment, and he raised his eyes suddenly: "He came to look for you?"
"No," Grandpa Jiang said hastily, "He doesn't know where we live now, he said he went back to his hometown and is asking everywhere."
The young man's lips were straightened, his eyes were dark and dark, with an undisguised coldness: "He dares to harass you again, I will make it impossible for him to appear again for the rest of his life."