Jiang Qihuai remembers things very early, and other children seem to be able to remember vaguely what happened in kindergarten, but he always feels that his memory seems to have begun when he was two or three years old.
The memory was initially in black and white, with a large room packed with dozens of beds, a dark corridor with mottled walls, tall and old iron gates, children in uniform white clothes running in groups, and boardrooms. Auntie Dean who has never smiled.
Colors began to appear, it was the day I met Jiang Qinghe.
It was a rare activity time after lunch, the children were playing games in a circle on the grass, and Jiang Qihuai watched ants by himself under the tree in the corner from a distance.
The small insects lined up in a neat line, holding white objects larger than their bodies in their thin claws, and disappeared at the bottom of the tree one by one.
The children who seemed to be only three or four years old crouched obediently under the tree, hugged their knees and lowered their heads, watching in silence for a long time.
Until a shadow is cast before the eyes.
Xiao Jiang Qihuai raised his head.
The old man squatted beside him and looked at him with a smile: "What are you looking at?"
Xiao Jiang Qihuai didn't speak, but silently raised his hand and pointed to the bottom of the tree.
Jiang Qinghe looked over and said, "This is ants, they are transporting food."
The little friend had no expression on his fleshy face, and his beautiful eyes looked straight at him without blinking.
The old man explained with a smile: "Have you seen those white things? They are food. They take them home to eat, so as not to let themselves be hungry."
Xiao Jiang Qihuai lowered his head, stared at it seriously for a while, and then said in a childlike voice: "Their food is bigger than their bodies."
The old man nodded: "It's very powerful. They can lift things that are much heavier than themselves."
Little Jiang Qihuai stopped making any noise, and the little one hugged into a small group under the tree, watching silently.
Jiang Qinghe didn't speak either.
The old and the young watched silently as the ants swarmed into the hole one by one until the sun slanted and the last one disappeared.
Xiao Jiang Qihuai stared at the small hole hidden in the soil for a long time before whispering, "The ants have gone home."
"Well," the old man replied, "the ants have gone home."
The child fell silent again, staring straight at the small hole, with longing in his eyes that couldn't be hidden.
The old man looked at him with crooked eyes: "Do you want to go home?"
"I don't," Xiao Jiang Qihuai shook his head and said, "Auntie Dean said that only children who are liked by someone can have a home."
He didn't show any emotion of sadness or grievance, but Jiang Qinghe's eyes were red.
He raised his hand and stroked his soft hair: "Ah Huai is also a kid that someone likes."
Xiao Jiang Qihuai still shook his head, stubbornly and slowly said: "I don't have any."
"Then from today on, grandpa likes you, okay?" Jiang Qinghe looked at him with moist eyes, and said in a gentle voice, "Grandpa will take you home, and Ah Huai will be with grandpa forever from now on."
Jiang Qihuai remembered that day, the sun was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes, the green trees covered the sky, and there were large fluffy, tender green buds on the grass.
The old man's palms are warm and generous, and there is a pleasant and reassuring smell on his body.
That was the first touch of color in his life.
Jiang Qihuai opened his eyes.
The moonlight was thin, laying a layer of pale white gauze on the floor, and there was no sound in the bedroom, and he stared at the ceiling for a long time.
There were two books and a scroll on the desk next to the bed, and the wall clock on the wall ran silently, with a light "click", and the hour and minute hands overlapped.
The screen of the mobile phone by the table lit up, and then began to vibrate. The buzzing sound was very clear in the quiet environment, persistently brushing the sense of existence.
Jiang Qihuai supported the bed and sat up. He leaned against the head of the bed and settled for a while, then raised his hand to pick up the phone and picked it up.
"Your Highness!" The girl's voice couldn't wait for a moment, "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 incredulously, "You went to bed before twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve?"
Jiang Qihuai raised his neck, leaning his head against the head of the bed: "Aren't you a holiday?"
"That's different," Tao Zhi said, "Get up quickly and come to the window."
Jiang Qihuai paused, then lifted the quilt and quickly got out of bed: "Are you downstairs?"
He directly punctured her small thoughts without any interest, and Tao Zhi said with some dissatisfaction: "You are not interesting at all, you should ask me why at this time, you can't guess that I am here where."
When she spoke, Jiang Qihuai had already walked to the window.
The night was so dark that he couldn't see the figure clearly, but he saw her at a glance.
The little girl was wearing a white down jacket, and the red scarf almost covered half of her face. Standing under the old streetlights of the residential building, she was so cold that she hissed and jumped in place.
She raised her head and kept looking up until she saw a figure appearing by the window. She raised her hand and pulled the scarf down, exposing the tip of her nose and small chin.
She looked at him vaguely, her long eyes bent, and she raised a big smiling face towards him through the window, and her voice came to her ears cheerfully through the mobile phone: "Happy New Year, boyfriend."
Jiang Qihuai didn't speak.
Tao Zhi stood under the street lamp and jumped up and down, breathing out a white breath: "Why are you ignoring me, I sneaked out of the house specially, it's such a cold day!"
She said exaggeratedly: "As a result, I encountered such cruel treatment from you."
Jiang Qihuai said slowly: "Why did you sneak out of the house?"
"Happy New Years to you."
"You can't talk on the phone."
"That's different," Tao Zhi said naturally, "I hope that in the new year, the first person I see is you."
Jiang Qihuai curled up his fingers holding the phone, and stopped breathing.
Tao Zhi continued domineeringly: "The first person you see must be me."
The heating in the old residential building was not so sufficient, and it was still a bit chilly when he got out of the quilt at night. When he walked to the window without slippers, he stood barefoot on the cold floor, but suddenly felt uncomfortable. to cold.
Jiang Qihuai laughed: "Is it enough to just take a look at it this way?"
Tao Zhi stood downstairs, tilting his head, seemingly puzzled.
Jiang Qihuai's voice was dry, he stared at the small figure under the street lamp, his voice hoarse: "Come up."
Tao Zhi felt that Jiang Qihuai had been with her for a long time, and he seemed to have learned something badly.
Even such extraordinary things can be done.
Invited his girlfriend to his house in the early morning!
She had some concerns at first, but considering that it was too late, Jiang Qihuai had already gone to bed, and Grandpa Jiang was at home again, it seemed a bit inappropriate.
But come here.
The anti-theft door in front of him was opened from the inside, and Jiang Qihuai stood inside wearing a thin cotton coat and trousers, and stepped aside.
Tao Zhi entered the door quietly, then held the doorknob, and closed the door carefully, very slowly.
Even though she had moved slowly by almost an inch per second, there was still a crisp "click" the moment the door slammed on the lock.
Tao Zhi didn't move immediately, she licked her lips nervously, and she stood still in place, listening for any other movement with her ears up.
Jiang Qihuai leaned against the shoe cabinet and looked down at her: "Why-"
She quickly raised her hand and made a false gesture.
Jiang Qihuai shut up, took 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 tiptoe.
When the bedroom door was closed, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her whole body relaxed.
Jiang Qihuai walked to the desk and turned on the lamp.
The bedroom then lit up, and Tao Zhi raised his eyes.
The boy was standing in front of her, he must have just woken up, his black hair was disheveled, his eyelids drooped listlessly, a little softer and thinner than usual.
Doesn't look very happy.
Tao Zhi couldn't help looking at him for a while longer.
Jiang Qihuai noticed her gaze and raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." She slowly took off the scarf round and round, folded it in half and put it on the back of the chair in front of the table, and then continued to take off her coat.
Jiang Qihuai watched her unbutton her jacket one by one, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to eat strawberries?"
"..."
Tao Zhi had an early dinner and didn't have any snacks at night, so he was a little hungry at this time, but it was already twelve o'clock.
She waved her hand: "Where do you go to buy strawberries at this hour?"
Jiang Qihuai opened the bedroom door again and walked out.
Tao Zhi was a little afraid of being discovered, but quickly took off his coat and scarf, and then followed him out quietly.
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.
The plastic box was tightly wrapped with a layer of plastic wrap, Jiang Qihuai took it apart and walked to the pool.
Tao Zhi closed the kitchen door behind him. This box of strawberries had probably been stored for a few days. The dark green leaves were a little wrinkled, but not bad, and the fruits were plump and bright red.
Tao Zhi leaned his head over: "Your family has it."
"Well," Jiang Qihuai turned on the tap, "I bought it a few days ago, but I forgot to eat it."
Tao Zhi patted his arm: "Turn down the water, it's too loud."
Jiang Qihuai turned his head: "Why are you acting like a thief in my house."
"What if I wake up Grandpa Jiang," Tao Zhi muttered in a low voice, "Going to the boy's house in the middle of the night, Grandpa Jiang will have a bad impression of me."
Jiang Qihuai looked at her worried look, and sighed: "It won't be bad."
He turned his head again and took off the strawberry leaves in the box: "He likes you."
"Of course I'm likable," Tao Zhi immediately became happy, and she said flatteringly, "How could anyone not like me."
Jiang Qihuai didn't speak, his eyelashes were pressed down, and he rinsed the strawberry with its leaves under water.
Indeed, there will be no.
Tao Zhi was used to eating in the middle of the night, but Jiang Qihuai didn't have this habit, so all the big boxes belonged to her.
The strawberries would go bad if they were put down any longer, so Tao Zhi didn't hold back, sat by the bed and ate half of the box, watching Jiang Qihuai sitting at the desk doing homework while eating.
He didn't finish his homework, and the half-written papers were spread out on the table. Tao Zhi felt that this was very strange for a model worker who only had two words in his life: study.
She was a little stuffed, put the box on the table, dangled her legs boredly, and glanced at his pictures on the wall.
It seems that there are not many, it is still the previous ones.
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The two of them are in this relationship now, she should leave a place on his photo wall.
Tao Zhi curled her lips, thinking that she would take a selfie with Polaroid when she got home, and then secretly take a photo of her peerless beautiful face on the wall for him when she comes back next time, and stick it in the middle.
Perhaps the state was not right, Jiang Qihuai had been working on the questions for a while, and when he finished writing the two papers, he glanced at the time, it was already past one thirty.
Tao Zhi fell asleep lying on the table.
The girl turned her head sideways, buried half of her face in the crook of her arms, pressed her cheeks against her arms into the shadows, her long eyelashes densely covered her lower eyelids, and she was sleeping soundly.
Jiang Qihuai closed the paper, put down his pen lightly, sat in the chair and looked sideways at her.
She didn't know if she dreamed of something happy, but the corners of her lips curled up slightly. The normally lively and chattering little girl finally calmed down after falling asleep. Her peaceful sleeping face was enveloped by the light of the desk lamp, and her soft hair was surrounded by soft fluff under the light.
The shattered hair fell down on her forehead, and the tip of her hair brushed against the tip of her upturned nose. She seemed to feel a little itchy. She closed her eyes and wrinkled her nose.
Jiang Qihuai raised his hand, and gently lifted those strands of hair, pinning them behind her ears.
With such a movement, Tao Zhi woke up.
She opened her eyes in a daze, probably still blindfolded, and just lay there for a while.
Jiang Qihuai withdrew his hand: "Are you awake?"
Tao Zhi straightened up slowly, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and asked him in a sticky voice, "What time is it?"
"A little over."
"I should go back," she muttered in a small voice, "Why have you been working on two papers for so long?"
Jiang Qihuai's chair slid back: "It's too late, I'll take you back."
Tao Zhi didn't refuse this time. She sat on the bed and stretched, then yawned again. She came to her senses and stood up to take the coat that had just been hung on the back of the chair.
This is too bad.
Visiting your boyfriend's house for a late-night date on New Year's Eve, and then finishing two papers with him
Who will believe it
She put on her coat, picked up the scarf and wrapped it round and round, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had lost everything.
Tao Zhi wrapped the scarf and turned his head, Jiang Qihuai was still sitting on the chair, Tao Zhi hesitated, and said: "If you are sleepy, I can go back by myself, anyway, I will take a taxi to the door .”
"Not sleepy," Jiang Qihuai stood up, walked to the closet, and took out his clothes, "I just slept for a while."
"Your Highness." Tao Zhi called him suddenly.
Jiang Qihuai turned around.
Tao Zhi blinked and looked up at him: "Are you unhappy today?"
"Why are you unhappy?"
"It just looks like..." Tao Zhi frowned, and didn't know how to describe that feeling. It didn't seem accurate to say it was restlessness or anxiety.
She racked her brains for a while, but couldn't think of a suitable word to describe it, and finally said dryly: "It feels a little clingy."
Jiang Qihuai: "..."
He thought it wasn't there at first, but now it seems that what Jiang Qinghe said tonight, as well as that person, still had a little influence on him.
The young man stood silently in front of the closet, looking at her indifferently, Tao Zhi suddenly regretted asking this question.
"It's nothing, maybe I'm sleepy." She shook her head, hid her chin in the scarf, and then stretched out her hand to him, "Do you want a boyfriend?"
The little girl spread her palms in front of him, a red scarf wrapped half of her face, her white and tender ears were exposed, and her dark eyes were bright.
Jiang Qihuai pursed his lips and looked at her, his eyes fixed for a few seconds before he said, "Just hold hands."
Tao Zhi looked at him eagerly, and nodded several times: "I am easily satisfied."
"It's not easy for me." He said in a low voice, incomprehensible.
Tao Zhi blinked his eyes, but hadn't realized the meaning of this sentence.
Jiang Qihuai took a step forward, then suddenly raised his hand, grabbed both sides of her scarf and gently pulled it towards him, Tao Zhi was caught off guard, he was leading his body forward, and crashed into his arms.
Then, he hugged her.
The boy's body temperature was separated by the thin cloth, surrounded by a clean breath, Tao Zhi opened his eyes wide, and let him hold him without moving.
Jiang Qihuai wrapped his arms around her tightly, leaned over and lowered his head, buried deeply in her neck, his voice muffled in the woolen scarf: "Don't just want to send me away so easily."