Mu Yanzhu took Jiang Qingchi's words of "lack of money to spend" to heart and transferred 800 yuan to him.
Jiang Qingchi confiscated it.
"Are you stupid?"
"Just wait until you have the money to pay me back." Mu Yanzhu replied.
"What if I don't pay you back, I rob you of your money, and I block you directly?"
"It's okay, I volunteered anyway."
If you like someone, you are willing to sacrifice for him, not to mention that she has been in love with him since she was seven years old.
I met him by chance on the bus and kissed him before leaving. I wonder if he still remembers it.
Jiang Qingchi: "Girls like you are easily played by other boys."
"I don't give other boys a chance."
"Yes, you are just greedy for my beauty!"
"More than that, I like everything about you."
Then Jiang Qingchi never replied to her again.
Mu Yanzhu felt annoyed for a while.
Why do you say it so bluntly? Is it too proactive
Alas, it's too late to withdraw. If it lasts more than two minutes, there is no way to cancel it. The heart that has been loved for seventeen years is even more irresistible.
…
Since adding Jiang Qingchi, Mu Yanzhu would send him good morning, good afternoon and good night every day.
On time, on time, rain or shine, and dare not say anything else for fear that Jiang Qingchi would find her annoying.
But even so, Jiang Qingchi only replied to her very few times.
Mu Yanzhu always felt that she and Jiang Qingchi were not from the same world.
She is reserved and quiet, while he is flamboyant. This kind of person is destined to be surrounded.
For example, yesterday afternoon, she walked out of the cafeteria and saw Jiang Qingchi.
He was wearing a black jacket and walking in the sunshine. He was particularly handsome. The three or two boys around him were dimmed by his light.
Then he passed by her, as if he didn't notice her at all, with an indifferent expression, like two strangers who didn't know each other at all. Neither of them said hello to the other, and they just passed by.
Thinking of this, Mu Yanzhu couldn't help but sigh as she walked on the road.
It's already great to be able to add him, and it's nice to just be a friend without asking for a relationship, isn't it
"Ah sneeze,"
A gust of wind blew over. Mu Yanzhu had a cold these days and her nose was itchy.
When he looked up after sneezing, he was stunned.
Standing in front of her was Jiang Qingchi.
He quickly took a step back.
"Sorry, I have a cold."
"oh."
Jiang Qingchi walked away spinning the basketball in his hand.
Mu Yanzhu rubbed her nose, regretting that her intestines were turning blue. She would never walk with her head down again. The sneeze just now didn't hit him!
So embarrassing.
…
After Jiang Qingchi finished playing ball, he went back to the dormitory and took a shower before going to study in the evening.
At the beginning of the school year, the Discipline Inspection Department was strict about checking people, so he arrived early in the classroom. Now there is no checking on people. He always comes in a hurry, or comes a few minutes late. Anyway, someone will take a seat for him.
What annoys him most about this poor school is that there is no elevator, and students in the finance department have to climb the fifth floor to study in the evening.
When we arrived on the 5th floor, we heard the sound of table legs being dragged above our heads.
Jiang Qingchi frowned.
The 5th floor is the highest floor of the Erxue Building. Are there classrooms further up
I looked up and saw that there was actually a flight of stairs. I walked up curiously and found that there was really a sixth floor.
But the sixth floor is very narrow, like a storage room. Many brooms and mops are placed together, and there is a table in the corner.
There was a man sitting at the table.
Mu Yanzhu turned her back to Jiang Qingchi and was working on her laptop very attentively. She brought a desk lamp and placed it next to the table. She blew her nose from time to time. The plastic bag hanging next to her contained a bag of toilet paper.
Jiang Qingchi stood behind her, leaning against the wall, wondering why he hadn't seen this silly girl in the past few days.
She seems to be particularly withdrawn. She always finds an empty classroom to stay by herself. There is no empty classroom for evening self-study, and she doesn’t know where she is. It turns out she is here to work.
Seeing Mu Yanzhu tapping the keyboard quickly with both hands, Jiang Qingchi pursed his lips.
No one's job is easy.
Not everyone is as rich as the Jiang family.
Mu Yanzhu had a cold and her nose was stuffy. She felt extremely uncomfortable. She had to drink two sips of water after picking up the thermos cup -
"Why-"
A sudden voice made Mu Yanzhu tremble in fright. The cup fell to the ground with a clang, and the hot water inside splashed out and burned the back of her hand.
Jiang Qingchi bent down to pick up the cup for her, glanced at her hand, "Are you okay?"
"it's okay no problem."
Mu Yanzhu rubbed the back of her red hands and looked at him, "Why are you here?"
Jiang Qingchi didn't answer, but took out two hundred yuan from his pocket and put it on the table.
"Give me your money back."
"No need! Just take it."
“…”
Jiang Qingchi turned around and left without explaining.
Mu Yanzhu became anxious and pulled his sleeve, "Don't delete me."
He glanced at her, hummed, brushed her away and left.
Mu Yanzhu was confused.
It's so good, why did you pay her back...
…
From that day on, Jiang Qingchi came to sit on the sixth floor after his evening self-study class.
Mu Yanzhu knew that he liked to drink yogurt, so she always put a bottle of yogurt waiting in advance. He couldn't get through it because the milk was all here.
"Aren't you afraid of being alone in this dark place all day?"
Jiang Qingchi came again, sat down on the chair next to Mu Yanzhu, naturally picked up the bottle of yogurt on the table, opened it and drank.
It's nice that this place is quiet, much better than a messy classroom.
Mu Yanzhu: "I'm used to it, there's nothing to be afraid of. I've been living alone since I was a child."
"oh."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"explain."
"When is your birthday?"
"December 24, what happened?"
"It's still early. My birthday is next Sunday."
Next Sunday
Jiang Qingchi raised his eyebrows and said, "You have the same birthday as my mother."
Yan Nian's birthday is July 25th. I remember that a long time ago, Yan Nian joked that he and his father had the same birthday. If he finds a wife in the future and has the same birthday as his biological mother, he will save two birthday expenses.
Mu Yanzhu stared at him, "Can I treat you to dinner and a movie that day? I'll pay."
"talk later!"
Jiang Qingchi stood up and took his pocket with one hand. The lamp on the table illuminated his eyebrows.
"Why do you think about spending money on men all day long?"
"I!"
Mu Yanzhu was speechless.
Don’t I just spend money on yourself
"My living expenses are all earned by myself, and the money I give you is also my own earnings, not my parents' money."
"knew."
This man left carelessly.
Mu Yanzhu calmed down and continued working.
You have to work hard these days to earn an income!
Koi are a minority, and most people are lucky. The principle of no pain, no gain always applies.
I was so absorbed in writing today that it was already half past ten when I finished writing, and there was silence downstairs.
It's time to go, please don't close the door, security man.
Mu Yanzhu packed her schoolbag and went downstairs. She was startled when she saw the boy leaning against him in the corridor on the fifth floor.
She was scared by Jiang Qingchi twice today.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Jiang Qingchi raised his left wrist. It was already half past ten.
"Don't get me wrong, we just finished class."
"Aren't you guys studying in class at nine o'clock?"
"Can't I do my homework?"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Mu Yanzhu came to her senses and followed Jiang Qingchi.
Jiang Qingchi wears a different outfit every day, but black is his favorite. He always wears a pair of high-top clean canvas shoes.
When walking, he held his pocket with one hand, looked straight, and kept his back straight.
Mu Yanzhu kept staring at Jiang Qingchi for a long time, wanting to carve the back of his head into his heart.
Just follow him, from the quiet study room through the deserted alley, to the avenue with street lights.
No one spoke, they just walked in front of each other, the atmosphere was quiet but extremely moving.
Then Mu Yanzhu walked downstairs to his dormitory, wanting to say goodbye to Jiang Qingchi, but found that he had already walked away.
The man reached the intersection, paused, and glanced towards her dormitory building.
He glanced at her naturally, then withdrew his gaze and walked in the direction of his dormitory.
This sight made Mu Yanzhu's heart surge.
An unrealistic idea suddenly popped into my head:
How wonderful it would be for this boy to be her husband in the future.
…
Mu Yanzhu returned to the dormitory and opened her schoolbag, and saw a box of cold medicine and a box of band-aids inside.
Stunned for a moment.
Could it be from Jiang Qingchi
Thinking of this possibility, he pursed his lips and smiled.
Only after I finished laughing did I know I had to choose a course.
She didn't have enough credits in the general elective courses, so she had to choose another subject.
Every time it was time to select courses, the school's network would freeze.
Mu Yanzhu was not in a hurry. She waited until everyone had finished choosing and picked up the ones left out. Anyway, she was in a good mood today.
I originally wanted to take the class of British and American Literature Appreciation, but I was a little slow and the class was full.
I have no choice but to choose another one, contemporary popular culture.
In class tomorrow, she went alone, found a seat, sat down, and looked around casually. She originally wanted to see what the teacher looked like, but was attracted by a black figure diagonally in front of her.
Jiang Qingchi!
He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Qingchi.
"You also chose contemporary popular culture. I am also in this class, two rows behind you!"
"I saw you when you came in."
"Hahahaha, what a coincidence, hahahaha."
Jiang Qingchi replied with a series of ellipses.
Mu Yanzhu: "Oh, by the way, are they the cold medicine and band-aids you gave me?"
"Pay you back for the yogurt."
"Um... I actually don't take western medicine. There are side effects. I have to survive a cold on my own, and I have a fever. If it's less than 40 degrees, I won't take medicine."
After talking a lot, Jiang Qingchi didn't care about her.
Mu Yanzhu scratched his head in embarrassment, said no more, put down his phone and listened.
During class, I felt my face was a little itchy. I turned on the front camera and saw two pimples next to my nose.
One on the left and one on the right are very symmetrical, like two little red beans.
Red beans are delicious, but they don’t look good!
How do you meet people like this
Just because of these two pimples, Mu Yanzhu walked away from a class. After school, everyone in the classroom was empty. She reacted, grabbed her schoolbag and left. As she walked, she lowered her head and looked at the two pimples on the screen of her mobile phone.
Squeeze it
Then apply some aloe vera gel to make her feel better faster. Otherwise, she is already very shabby and will not be able to hold her head up when facing Jiang Qingchi in the future.
"careful-"
A strong force pulled her over.
Mu Yanzhu glanced sideways and saw a black car passing by her.
Jiang Qingchi let go of her arm and said, "Idiot, you are walking without looking at the road."
Mu Yanzhu's eyes suddenly became sore.
When he was little, he did the same thing on the bus. He put his hand on her scalp and said to her with concern: "Be careful, it will hurt if you hit the glass."
"Thanks!"
Her direct gaze made Jiang Qingchi feel frightened, and he glared at her, "Idiot, don't look at me."
"Hey, an idiot is better than a black idiot!"
"What's on the side of your nose?"
"ah?!"
Her little red bean!
How could Jiang Qingchi see this
Covering both sides of his nose with both hands, he shook his head and said it was nothing.
Jiang Qingchi burst into laughter, "Your two pimples are quite symmetrical, like a cow tied to its nostrils for plowing!"
Nostrils tied…
Cattle for plowing the fields? !
Mu Yanzhu: Your entire family is a bull!
…
Jiang Qingchi laughed all the way.
When he returned to the dormitory, he was still laughing. When his roommate asked him what was wrong, he waved his hand and said it was okay.
I don’t know what’s so funny about it, but those two pimples do have a sense of humor.
Coupled with the silly expression on Mu Yanzhu's face, it became even more joyful.
There is no way, the skin of the Jiang family's children has been very good since they were young. He and his younger siblings have never had acne, and their skin is smooth, delicate and elastic.
Yan Nian said it was related to genetics. Neither she nor Jiang Beiyuan had acne when they were teenagers.
But some of his roommates also had acne, and some had acne all over their faces. Why did he think Mu Yanzhu's acne was funny.
It was so funny that my face cramped a little as I laughed. I rubbed my handsome face and called Jiang Saner.
"San'er, do you and Chun'er have acne? If you do, send me a photo to see!"
Jiang Jingming: "Why don't you get acne?"
"Tch, I'm already 20, what do I look like? I'm no longer young."
"Why are you so happy today?"
Jiang San'er is very good at focusing on key points and speaks concisely and to the point, "Are you in love again?"
I remember that Jiang Qingchi had a girlfriend in high school. She was a school beauty, the type that countless boys chased after her.
Jiang Qingchi got it after a casual pursuit, but broke up with her within two weeks, saying that she was too clingy and a young lady who couldn't take care of herself.
Jiang Qingchi: "Except for my mother, godmother and Chun'er, women these days all look the same. What's there to talk about?"
Jiang San'er agreed very much and said, "That's right."
Both brothers are face blind!
I've seen too many beauties, these two are so calm!
Jiang Qingchi hung up the phone, thinking of Mu Yanzhu's face and the two symmetrical pimples, both the same size.
Well, not to mention, the cows plowing the fields are recognizable.
…
Mu Yanzhu's brain circuit is quite novel.
When you have acne, you might want to get a haircut or change your hairstyle. Maybe it can weaken the acne on your face.
Her hair reached her waist, so she went to the barber shop and asked the barber to cut it to her shoulders.
He made an OK gesture to reassure Mu Yanzhu!
Then click the scissors and go down, oh, I'll go and cut it short.
"Little sister, I accidentally cut it short, can't I just give you a simple practice?"
Mu Yanzhu turned her head and looked at the length. It was okay, not too short, just right.
"Okay, you can practice it more simply!"
As it turns out, don’t listen to what your hairdresser says about a simple haircut!
His simple repair is to cut off another chunk of your hair!
After finishing the repair, it was originally on the shoulders, but now it was on the neck. Mu Yanzhu wanted to cry.
"It's so short that it can't be tied up."
The barber fixed her hair style and said, "It looks good. This new hairstyle suits you very well. It makes your face look smaller and is very clean."
"Then...can you see the pimples on my face?"
"Ah? Where do you have acne?"
Mu Yanzhu liked hearing this. It seemed that the hairstyle really had the effect of weakening acne, and she went back to school happily.
The next morning I went to the cafeteria to eat and saw Jiang Qingchi at window No. 13. Just as I was about to say hello, someone had already seen her and was walking towards her.
"Niu, you came just in time!"
Mu Yanzhu's hot heart suddenly became cold...
Isn't this a haircut? !
"Actually, I am a tiger..."
"I forgot to bring my meal card when I went out. You can lend me yours and I'll wait -"
"No need to pay it back! Let me treat you. What do you want to eat?!"
Jiang Qingchi was happy.
Why is she rushing to pay the man all day long, and looking like she wants him to eat up all her family property
She is indeed a silly girl!
"I'll send you a WeChat message later."
"No need to turn around. What do you want to eat? Let's go for a walk. My sister invites you. You can eat whatever you want."
elder sister
Jiang Qingchi followed her and stopped at a window, "I'm 20, are you older than me?"
"I'm 24!"
"ha?"
"I'm already a senior in college. Otherwise, how else would I have so much free time to write?"
Jiang Qingchi said, "You go to school late."
"Yep."
The two of them found an open space and sat down. This was the first time Mu Yanzhu had dinner face to face with Jiang Qingchi, so he was very happy.
"Look at me, have I seen any changes?"
Jiang Qingchi calmly flipped her hair and glanced at her, "What's the change? The pimples on both sides of your nose are getting bigger again."
"you really-"
I resisted the urge to swear. When I was a child, I really didn’t realize that he was a straight man.
“I cut my hair, can’t you tell??”
Mu Yanzhu originally didn't believe that Jiang Qingchi was clumsy.
However, the look of realization on his face that he had just come to his senses made her believe him.
"How about this hairstyle?"
"Generally, the face is still the same, it doesn't matter if the head is changed."
After saying that, he lowered his head to eat.
Mu Yanzhu wanted to cry, "Why are you so straight? Can you have a wife in the future?"
"Tch, my wife will be the happiest woman in the world from now on, just take a look!"
Mu Yanzhu stopped talking.
It would be such a sad thing if that happiness had nothing to do with her.
But for such a sunny and positive boy, he must be careful when the time comes, and he must choose a good one no matter what.
This conjecture was confirmed at noon the next day.
Mu Yanzhu saw Jiang Qingchi eating, and a very beautiful girl sat opposite him.
The girl had a crotch haircut and a suspender skirt, revealing her white shoulders and collarbones, which looked particularly fairy-like.
Mu Yanzhu subconsciously touched her collarbone.
Her collarbone was also pretty, and the two concave pieces were clearly curved, but Mu Yanzhu didn't like wearing skirts, which were not as comfortable as pants.
She didn't want to read anymore, and felt uncomfortable, as if two pieces of cotton were stuffed in her ears and eyes. The cotton blockage made her brain buzz and her heart felt so stuffy that she couldn't breathe.
Love always makes people go to heaven one second and hell the next.
…
Mu Yanzhu had nothing to do in the afternoon. He passed by the playground and saw Jiang Qingchi playing ball.
Handsome boys always have nymphomaniac girls.
Mu Yanzhu looked around and didn't see the girl who had dinner with Jiang Qingchi at noon.
Didn’t your girlfriend come over
Before he could look back, Jiang Qingchi had already walked over.
"ox!"
Mu Yanzhu was speechless, "Brother... I am a tiger."
"You take gym class?"
"No, I saw you and came over to take a look."
She stared at him and saw that his hair was covered with a thin layer of sweat beads, and there were sweat beads on the tip of his nose. She raised her sleeves and casually wiped the sweat from her face, her slender fingers were round and clean.
"You can buy a few more bottles of yogurt later. I will go to the sixth floor to meet you during my evening study."
"Won't your girlfriend buy it for you?"
"What?"
Mu Yanzhu told him about seeing him eating with a girl at noon.
"You two are a perfect match. She is very beautiful, just like a little fairy."
"You idiot."
"Jiang Qingchi—" someone shouted in the stadium.
Jiang Qingchi waved his hands and left.
Mu Yanzhu agreed, she was an idiot.
A big idiot who has been in love with him for seventeen years, only has a crush on himself, and is obsessed with trying to keep him.
Why do you like him so much
I originally thought that I had fallen in love with another boy, but then I realized that it was him from the beginning to the end!
Mu Yanzhu left in frustration.
She didn't want to go to classroom 520 today, nor did she want to go to the sixth floor.
I want to go to another teaching building and be alone.
…
Jiang Qingchi went to study in the evening and went to the sixth floor as usual, but there was no one there.
There were empty tables and chairs, and there was no longer an orange light on in the dark corner.
When I went downstairs to classroom 520, there was no one there, only my classmates.
His roommate had already occupied a seat for him. He threw his schoolbag on the table, sat down, propped his cheek with one hand, and started writing out of boredom.
"What's wrong with you?" asked a roommate, "are you in a bad mood?"
"No, it's very good."
It just feels like something is not right, it's weird, I can't put it in words.
I scratched the back of my head irritably, opened the game and played two rounds, but felt bored while playing.
There’s no point in winning.
There's just something not quite right.
It was break between classes, and Jiang Qingchi lay down on the table to sleep.
His roommate poked him on the shoulder, "Why don't you go out during class today?"
"Why are you going out?"
"Don't you go out every recess? It's been more than ten days in a row. Who knows what you're doing?"
It turns out that such a long time has passed.
It's not long since I've known Mu Yanzhu.
She took out her mobile phone and found Mu Yanzhu's WeChat ID. She read through the few chat records in five minutes. Every time, she took the initiative to send him messages. He rarely responded. Firstly, he was lazy, and secondly, he found it boring. .
never mind.
It’s only been more than ten days, and there will never be a sixth floor again.
Thinking about it, I lay down to sleep again.
The shoulder was poked twice again.
Jiang Qingchi: "Fat Li, don't touch your grandpa!"
Who knew it was not his roommate Li Huan, but Xie Zijun, who was in the same class but in a different dormitory.
"Is something wrong?" Jiang Qingchi raised his eyebrows lightly and yawned lazily.
Xie Zijun is the handsome boy who originally called Mu Yanzhu "little sister".
"Do you have the contact information of that senior sister? She is the one who often studies in our classroom. I would like to consult her about the postgraduate entrance examination."
Jiang Qingchi frowned.
Why do so many seniors have to consult her
"Yes, yes, why should I give it to you?"
He had known for a long time that Jiang Qingchi was dragging him, so Xie Zijun was not annoyed, "You are not dating, are you?"
"of course not."
"Isn't that enough? If I have something to do with her, please give it to me."
“…”
Several classmates looked here curiously, wondering who Jiang Qingchi and Xie Zijun were talking about.
Jiang Qingchi pursed his lips and gave Mu Yanzhu's WeChat ID to Xie Zijun with a grimace.
After Xie Zijun left, Jiang Qingchi picked up his cell phone and sent a message to Mu Yanzhu.
"There is a boy in my class who wants to add you. I gave him your WeChat account. It's up to you whether to add him or not."
send out.
Then put the phone aside and continue to lie down.
Jiang Qingchi's hair was very soft, like a big wolf dog. When illuminated by the light above his head, his black hair was given a golden sheen.
Li Huan next to him glanced at him and saw a fallen leaf floating in his hair. He was about to take it off for Jiang Qingchi. The man raised his head like a corpse and hit Li Huan's chin directly with his head.
Li Huan bared his teeth and said, "You are not normal today!"
Jiang Qingchi ignored him and glanced at his phone, but there was no reply.
That shouldn't be the case. Usually when he replies to her, she replies instantly.
"I think you'd better not join him. He's a long-winded person and will take up your work time."
Send the second WeChat message!
Unexpectedly, the news once again fell into the sea.
Jiang Qingchi was so angry that he turned off his phone.
He has never sent so many words to a woman in his life!
Not even his mother!
…
(End of chapter)