Jiang Qingchi waited for Mu Yanzhu all night, and in the end he only got a high-speed rail ticket stub.
"I have something to do at home, so I'm going back."
Depend on!
He had been waiting for her all night, just waiting for her to say that she was leaving
Just teasing him.
Jiang Qingchi also had a stubborn temper, and the pride in his bones did not allow him to lower his noble head. Although he had fully realized last night that he was a bit unreasonable, it took a rough process to lower his face and make him apologize.
"Is Jiang Qingchi living in this dormitory?"
The dormitory aunt knocked on the door in person. Jiang Qingchi glanced over and saw that the aunt was holding a gray scarf in her hand.
"A little girl gave it to you, saying today is your birthday, a birthday present for you!"
"Which little girl?"
"I don't know. She didn't say her name either. She's quite fair."
Jiang Qingchi said nothing.
"Why, you want me to describe it to you in detail?" the aunt asked with a smile.
"No need, I know who it is!"
For the rest of those rotten peach blossoms, who are trying their best to give gifts, why don't they tell him their names and professional classes
He didn't say anything like this, and it was obvious that the scarf was knitted by himself, working slowly and stitch by stitch. No one else could have the patience and strength except his silly girl.
"Don't move! This is an orange given to me by my senior sister. I don't want to eat it!"
Xie Zijun's voice came from the corridor.
Xie Zijun was chatting and laughing with his roommate, when he looked up and saw a face darker than the bottom of a pot.
Jiang Qingchi didn't talk nonsense to him, stretched out his hand to grab the orange, and held it in his arms like a treasure.
The whole process was fast and ruthless, leaving Xie Zijun no time to react.
"This is my thing, give it back!"
"How come what belongs to my wife is yours? I've seen many female mistresses, but this is the first time I've met a male mistress. I didn't even look in the mirror to see what your moral character, appearance, height, temperament, family background, you Are you comparable to me?"
Jiang Qingchi's raised eyebrows were confident and unruly, and his tit-for-tat hostility was clearly revealed at this moment.
He raised his arms, and he was 185cm tall, deliberately not letting Xie Zijun reach it.
Xie Zijun gritted his teeth, bullying him and not being as good as him, right
"You are just an embroidered pillow. I study better than you and have more knowledge than you."
"Huh? You have more knowledge than me, are you sure? OK, let's not talk about knowledge for the moment. I admit that I didn't study hard in the first two years. In this year's final exam, who is below whom? The one below is the grandson."
"OK!"
Xie Zijun and Jiang Qingchi were at odds.
The roommate next to him took his arm and looked at him sympathetically, "Don't argue with Jiang Qingchi, he is a rich second generation."
"So what if the rich second generation? Can you look down on others?"
"boom!"
Jiang Qingchi carried Chengzi into the dormitory and kicked the door shut.
Suddenly he felt boring. This scarf and these oranges were boring, which made him more and more annoyed and worried.
"Hey what are you doing?"
Li Huan was also in the dormitory, watching helplessly as Jiang Qingchi threw the scarf and an orange downstairs.
This is the third floor. The orange has probably been smashed into juice.
Jiang Qingchi ignored him, cursed "damn it", and then rushed downstairs in a hurry.
Five minutes later, a boy wearing only a black vest rushed up with a scarf and rotten oranges, his ears were blue from the cold.
"Is your boss practicing running wildly in winter?"
"Go get me a cup of hot water, I'm freezing to death."
Jiang Qingchi's lips turned blue. Li Huan handed him the water and watched helplessly as water vapor dripped from the man's eyelashes.
"I usually don't notice it, but your eyelashes are long enough."
Jiang Qingchi was too lazy to tease him. He hung the knitted gray scarf around his neck, and peeled the orange that had been smashed into mud with trembling hands that had not yet warmed up.
Li Huan was dumbfounded, "No, we're not that poor, right?"
"..." Jiang Qingchi said nothing. He lowered his head and ate the rotten orange. There was dirt on it. He spit out the ashes and took a bite.
This young master usually has to be very picky when it comes to his meals. How could he have seen him chewing a rotten orange like this
Li Huan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't eat it. I still have some good fruits. Why don't I give them to you?"
"do not bother me."
This voice, this smell, is a bit complaining, but more of a resentment.
Like a child having a tantrum, he couldn't get any candy, so he felt aggrieved.
Li Huan glanced at Jiang Qingchi and saw that his eye circles were a little red.
Sigh... Poor child, is he crying because he is cold or because he is poor
*
Mu Yanzhu had already boarded the high-speed train. During this period, she checked her phone countless times but did not see Jiang Qingchi's reply.
He must have received the scarf. Maybe he didn't like it, so he didn't want to reply to her.
Otherwise, he is still angry from last night.
The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel. My heart is being pinched here and there by him. It can’t find oxygen or moisture. It feels like I will suffocate in the next second. Maybe this time I really have to break up and break up. .
Mu Yanzhu turned off the data, disconnected from the Internet, and listened to the songs cached on her phone.
Together we are called a dream.
It hurts to be separated.
Is it true that unfinished dreams are the most painful...
Every sentence of the song touches the heart, who said that? If you don’t understand Jay Chou’s song, you are lucky, but if you understand it, it is experience.
Forget it, I am lucky to get it, but I am destined to lose it.
Mu Yanzhu thought so in her heart, and she maintained a posture, with headphones in her ears, leaning against the window glass, staring at the scenery outside the window in ecstasy.
These were the two most difficult hours for her. Her heart was hit by the waves on the shore. Before she could recover, she was swept back to the depths of the sea by the waves, and then hit the shore hard again. This cycle repeated, that It is a surging tide.
But when she goes back, it will be even more difficult for her.
Because there are some people and things that she has to face.
Her origins cannot be changed.
…
Jiang Qingchi went home in the afternoon.
Today is December 24th, his and Jiang Beiyuan's birthday. On such an important day, he must go home.
The home has long been decorated by Yan Nian in a warm and childish way. Jiang Chunhe is wearing a pink princess dress. Such a killer color, so far in the Jiang family, only Jiang Chunhe can handle it perfectly without being disliked.
Jiang Jingming is wearing a white suit, which wraps up his long and well-proportioned figure, highlighting his outstanding posture, casual yet noble, and full of youthful flavor.
"Happy birthday."
Jiang Saner bought a watch for Jiang Qingchi. He saved up his pocket money to buy it.
Jiang Qingchi accepted it, a little absent-mindedly, "Thank you."
"Did you break up."
When an affirmative sentence came over, it was a bit awkward, even though San'er's voice was nice, low, clear and clear.
Jiang Qingchi gave him a look.
"roll."
San'er: "This is the first time you said this word to me."
"Really? It seems I will have to say more in the future."
Jiang San'er: "..."
Jiang Qingchi went back to the room to change clothes.
He is the birthday boy today, so he must have the courage to dominate the audience.
The prince is wearing a black shirt, a navy vest, and cufflinks without wrinkles. He is wearing black trousers and black high-top military boots. He has a heroic appearance and a majestic appearance, like a high-ranking nobleman.
Ding Baoyi and Yan Nian came back from shopping for groceries. Ding Baoyi was shocked by Jiang Qingchi at the first sight.
"My godson is so handsome today."
"..." Jiang San'er walked over and helped Ding Baoyi and Yan Nian carry their things.
San'er is always the sensible one, Ding Baoyi touched his hair.
"San'er is handsome too, why isn't my son as good-looking as our godson?"
Yan Nian sighed: "I can't blame you, after all, your husband is not as good-looking as my husband."
Ding Baoyi was so angry that she wanted to beat her! !
Best friends have been hurting each other for so many years, and they are used to it.
Soon Jiang Beiyuan and Xu Kuangjie also came back.
The former has cool sleeves and the latter is carrying two boxes of yogurt.
On the way back, the two big bosses passed by the supermarket. Jiang Beiyuan glanced at the newly launched yogurt from the corner of his eye, and of course he had to ask Xu Kuangjie to buy it.
For the sake of his birthday today, Xu Kuangjie didn't argue with him. Jiang Beiyuan said one thing today, but he didn't say two. Remember, it was purely because he was the birthday boy!
"Look at our family, San'er and Chun'er have the same birthday, and Dachi and his father have the same birthday. I spend my birthdays alone every time, so whoever can accompany me would be great." While eating, Yan Nian I couldn't help but curse.
"Mom, my girlfriend has the same birthday as you."
As soon as San'er spoke, Yan Nian looked at Jiang Qingchi.
"Yes, why don't you bring my daughter-in-law back today?"
"Mom, I'm full."
Jiang Qingchi got up and went back to his room, with five big characters written on his back:
I am very annoyed now.
"San'er, what's wrong with your brother? Is he broken in love?"
"have no idea."
Yan Nianxin said that he was probably heartbroken, and quickly looked at her husband with wet eyes.
"Your son, go and enlighten me."
Jiang Beiyuan said expressionlessly: "Mrs. Jiang, have you said happy birthday to your husband?"
"Brother Jiang Ting, happy birthday."
After so many years, nothing has changed. She has always been his little girl, a very lively and smart little girl who can act well and coquettishly in front of him.
The corners of Jiang Beiyuan's mouth just relaxed -
"So can you enlighten your son now?"
Jiang Beiyuan was so angry that he wanted to put down his chopsticks and leave.
…
It's quiet at night.
Jiang Beiyuan carried two bottles of yogurt, entered Jiang Qingchi's house, and sat down opposite him.
Father and son rarely talk like this at night, because at night, Jiang Beiyuan will be in his room, talking to Yan Nian.
The father and son of another family sing to each other over wine.
Jiang Beiyuan and Jiang Qingchi held up yogurt to the moon.
The two untied the yogurt and licked the top of the yogurt at the same time.
Jiangbeiyuan: "Happy birthday."
"Dad, you too." Jiang Qingchi sat cross-legged on the bed. At this moment, he felt a little sorry for his biological father.
Although this man is a scheming man, and he often gets 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan, which is quite unflattering, but since he was born, because he has the same birthday, every day, there are more people celebrating his birthday than Jiang Beiyuan. Young, it feels like he has stolen the limelight from his own father.
Jiangbeiyuan nodded: "Thank you."
Then there was silence.
After a while, Jiang Qingchi took the initiative and said, "Dad, I want to ask you a question."
"explain."
"Why did you throw me down back then? Do you hate me so much?"
"You know, but you still ask."
Damn it? !
Jiang Qingchi almost threw himself under the bed, "Do you hate me so much?"
"I love your mother so much."
"As for it, who can't live without whom these days?"
"Well, you're right."
After a pause, Jiang Beiyuan glanced at Jiang Qingchi.
"You, Chun'er and San'er are now so old, but sometimes I still think that if I hadn't married your mother back then, with your mother's condition and beauty, I would have married someone who was good to her. But, by now At that time, she was already someone else's wife. Even if I had ten thousand reasons to want to see her, I couldn't find any identity that would allow me to see her."
"Oh, then if mom marries someone else, will you marry someone else too?"
"Definitely not before fifty."
Jiangbeiyuan said.
"When you are sixty or seventy, and you feel lonely and miserable, you may marry someone with similar conditions and live your life making do with it. Treat her well and pamper her, but love cannot be given to her."
Jiang Qingchi said nothing.
I felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't tell who it was because of.
"Dad, your view of love is that you lose your head when you meet someone?"
"Well, it's better to love well than to love early. Whoever comes first will occupy your life."
"But you and mom missed ten years, didn't you?"
"It's not a miss."
The artificial passing by her was not called missing, because he didn't want to appear in front of her during that time.
"A man should first establish a career before starting a family. His career and money are stable, and he has clear plans for the future. This way, your wife will not suffer or be tired by following you."
"Dad, I understand you. I also want to start a career first and then have a family, but she probably can't wait for me! She is older than me. After I graduate, she has been working for several years, but what can I do? I can only go to school safely now. , and then after graduation, I suddenly realized that it wasn’t her who was insecure, it was me who was insecure! People said that I was an embroidered pillow. I was angry for a long time, and I thought that was right. She has many talents. Apart from my appearance, besides my family, , there is nothing left. There are many more talented people than me. If she sees enough of my face, she will find someone with talent. Then I will have no choice! She said I am immature, yes... I seem to I have always been immature. I am too straight-tempered. If you like her, you will like her. If you don't like her, you will make it clear. I treat her like... how can I put it?"
Jiang Qingchi scratched his neck.
"I quite like her."
"Dad, I really like her. This is the first time I like someone so much."
After Jiang Qingchi finished speaking, he realized that he hadn't talked so much to Jiang Beiyuan for a long time.
When he was young, he liked to stick to his father. He was older than his father and he was very down-to-earth.
As he grew up, he was a boy but not a girl, so how could he cling to his father every day and not let go.
However, Jiang Qingchi's words today were quite clear, more than what Jiang San'er said to Jiang Beiyuan in a month.
Jiangbeiyuan nodded and threw the unfinished bottle of yogurt into the trash can.
"How old are you?"
"She is 4 years older than me."
"Um."
Jiang Beiyuan rubbed the ring on his ring finger and lowered his long eyebrows.
"Wait another five years."
"What?"
"You graduate in two years and consolidate your career in three years. In five years, you will be her god. Even if she is ten years older than you, you will be her god."
When Jiang Beiyuan said this, Jiang Qingchi suddenly became clear.
"Five years is a bit long."
"Treat it as a hurdle. If you pass it, you can get over it. If you can't get over it, let's talk about it."
After all, Jiang Beiyuan had never met Mu Yanzhu and didn't know what he was like, so he could only consider it from his own standpoint.
Jiang Qingchi nodded: "I can only do the things at hand first. It's useless to worry about things!"
“Know what’s the most fulfilling thing I’ve ever done in my life?”
"Huh? Marry my mother?" Jiang Qingchi knew it right away.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Beiyuan shook his head.
Those peach blossom eyes were narrowed slightly, and the thin lips were raised, creating a curve that was so enchanting that it cost one's life.
"I almost fell to death outside the ward."
After that, he went out.
Jiang Qingchi: "..."
As expected of my dear father!
Before leaving, I didn't forget to say a word of insult to him.
…
(End of chapter)