The day after the breakup.
Jiang Qingchi suffered from insomnia for two days and finally decided to go out for a walk.
The park next to Ningda University has balloon playing activities.
Jiang Qingchi walked over with one hand in his pocket, picked up an air rifle at random, and held it up and down twice.
"Boss, this is an M16-style semi-automatic rifle."
The stall owner rolled his eyes silently. How did he know there were so many bells and whistles? "Young man, you pop up 50 balloons and give you a doll. It's that simple."
Jiang Qingchi touched his pocket and found that he didn't bring any money when he went out.
In the past, Mu Yanzhu was the one holding the money, but with her here, he seemed to... really didn't need to worry about anything.
She kept helping him complete the homework he didn't want to complete, and kept saying that he had no idea about money, which seemed to be the case.
I don’t want to think about her anymore.
Jiang Qingchi's eyes narrowed and he raised his arrogant chin slightly, "Boss, if we don't do this, if I hit 50 balloons in a row, you won't charge me any money. I don't want the doll."
A doll is quite expensive, the purchase price is 50 yuan.
The boss coughed twice and said, "What if we don't get all the hits?"
"It's not enough for me to give you money."
"That's okay."
This is a small business for him, so of course he has to do it for his own benefit.
Jiang Qingchi raised his gun, put it on his shoulder, and fired thirty shots at the balloon, all of them hitting.
When the thirty-first shot was fired, I heard a chuckle coming from behind.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a well-proportioned figure, an outstanding face in the sun, a clean white coat, a slender, straight and well-proportioned figure, and the arc of his eyebrows were very similar to his. Who else could it be if he wasn't Jiang San'er.
"Why are you here, kid?"
Jiang Qingchi put down the gun.
"The final exam is over." Jiang Jingming came over and said.
"So fast?"
"yes."
"You lied to me."
How could the final exam in high school be earlier than in college
Jiang San'er didn't continue the topic and stared at the balloon in front of him, "There are still 20 shots, so I'll take my place."
Jiang Qingchi looked at him dubiously. Jiang Saner was a bit squeamish. He was not interested in this kind of sport.
Of course, he jumped 2.7 meters in the last physical test, which Jiang Qingchi always remembered.
"Bang bang bang!"
The bird was startled.
20 shots were fired, and Saner fired 19 shots.
This ending is beyond Jiang Qingchi's surprise, "The physique is good."
Jiang Saner smiled: "Do you know why I missed the last shot?"
"Why?"
"Because... that bullet hit your heart."
Jiang Qingchi was stunned.
Then the chestnut was hammered over unceremoniously.
"Have you started tricking your brother?"
"I don't want you to be happy."
Hearing this, Jiang Qingchi smiled. Did this boy see that he was in a bad mood
He stopped playing. He hugged San'er's neck and hung half of his body on him, "Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."
"Hey young man - you hit 49 shots, but you didn't hit all of them, you have to pay!"
How could the boss let Jiang Qingchi go away so easily? He was just waiting for this opportunity to make a move!
Jiang Qingchi glanced at San'er.
The next second he said with righteous words that could not be refuted:
"You have to pay this money, because you just hit my heart."
Jiang San'er was disgusted and pushed him away, "Don't you even have 20 yuan?"
"Do you still need me to take a small amount like 20 yuan? It's usually Jiang—"
…Jiang Yan took the money.
Jiang Qingchi was dejected. It would be better to just break up. He had always thought this way. It would be too shameful to go back and admit his mistake now, and he didn't do anything wrong.
But what was she doing now? Was she crying? The thought of her crying made him feel so painful and there was a heavy feeling in his chest.
"Jiang what?" Jiang Jingming looked at him seriously.
Jiang Qingchi clenched a fist with one hand and coughed twice, then he justified himself seriously:
"I mean, Jiang Beiyuan usually uses small money like 20 yuan to feed our golden retriever."
Huh, this turn
Jiang San'er said that he didn't want to give him any points.
…
River view restaurant near Ningda University.
This is a restaurant that Jiang Qingchi often visits. The environment and service are very good, and the dishes are also good, including both Western and Chinese food.
Before entering, Jiang Qingchi teased Jiang San'er, "Look, the name of this restaurant is only one word different from yours."
Jiang Saner ignored him.
After the two sat down, they ordered a bunch of dishes.
Jiang Qingchi had no appetite. He held his cheek with one hand and twirled the crystal cup in his hand with his slender fingers.
The cell phone rang, the tone was dull, "How embarrassing it is for you to tell me, I don't want to separate at all..."
"Your phone is ringing." Jiang San'er reminded her kindly while eating a shrimp ball.
Jiang Qingchi snorted and changed his hand to support his cheek.
"This is a text message reminder."
The text message reminder has been set for such a long time, and the lyrics of this ringtone are intriguing.
Jiang San'er put down his favorite shrimp balls, bent his elbows to support his cheeks, and looked at the person opposite. His narrow peach blossom eyes were introverted and outgoing, with a look that understood everything, but through a pair of eyes, everyone looked affectionate. The eyes show it.
"Did you have a fight?"
"Ang. We had a quarrel. In her eyes, I'm just immature anyway."
After Jiang Qingchi finished speaking, he lay down on the table.
tired.
He was sick, couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, felt very painful, anxious, and weak...
Jiang San'er smiled helplessly and touched Jiang Qingchi's hair with her fair hands.
"You've always had the temper of a child."
"Come on, when I seriously defended my father's marriage, you weren't even born yet!"
"Well, you were immature back then and had the temper of a child."
"You're addicted to tearing me apart, right? You're 2.7 meters tall?"
"Nephew, please watch your words, I am your uncle."
Then the two of them laughed in unison.
Everything is said without saying anything. In fact, as I walk, it seems that only time is changing, and nothing else has changed.
"… cut."
Jiang Qingchi admitted defeat, rubbed his cheek against the table and closed his eyes.
The long eyelashes covered his eyelids, which cast a small shadow when illuminated by the sunshine outside. The arc between the jawline and the lip was curved and soft, like a prince.
"To be honest, San'er, you are indeed more sensible than me, ever since you were little."
"I am younger than you, but I am more sensible than you. Then you are also younger than her, so why are you not as sensible as her?"
Jiang Qingchi was stunned.
Open your eyes and look at the person across from you.
"You're getting more and more cum now, and you're still trying to trick me."
Jiang Saner tilted his head innocently, looking very confused, "I'm still a child."
"Pack."
Jiang Qingchi sat up straight, bent his fingers and flicked San'er's forehead.
It didn't take much effort. Jiang Qingchi actually loved Jiang San'er. When they were young, they were brother and sister, but when they grew up, they became brothers. After all, they were both boys and they could talk and communicate with each other unscrupulously.
And the advantage of Jiang Saner is that he knows how to listen.
There must always be someone in the family who is willing to speak up and someone who is willing to listen quietly.
Thinking like this, I miss Yanzhu again.
She didn't talk too much. The only time she talked a lot was that night when she broke up with a pair of celebrities and lamented about life. She said that women always fall in love faster than men, last longer than men, and are less secure than men. He felt it. She cares about him.
Well—he lost! !
Jiang Qingchi sat up straight: "I don't want to break up, I like her very much."
Jiang San'er: "Oh."
Then calmly continue eating shrimp balls.
Jiang Qingchi took out his mobile phone and danced around.
"Are you asking for peace?"
"No, transfer money." Jiang Qingchi said.
"What money to transfer?"
"She has spent a lot of money on me in the past six months, about 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. She bought the coat I am wearing."
"so what?"
"I have to transfer it back to her to make her feel that I am not greedy for her money!"
Ahem.
Jiang Saner choked on eating shrimp balls for the first time.
Seeing Jiang Qingchi's righteous look, San'er wiped his mouth and said, "Brother."
"What's wrong?"
Jiang San'er rarely called him brother, usually "hey" and "hello", so Jiang Qingchi became more interested, raised his eyebrows, and sat upright to look at him.
Jiang San'er kindly reminded: "I don't think you should do this now."
"What? Don't want to transfer money to her?"
"Well, this will make her feel that there is absolutely no hope between you and her, because you don't owe her anything anymore."
is that so
Jiang Qingchi didn't believe it.
"What do you know? I'm playing hard to get."
Play hard to get? !
Jiang San'er put one hand on his forehead. This is not how idioms are used!
"If you act like this, you will really ruin your wife."
However, classmate Jiang Qingchi not only refused to listen, but also waved his hand decisively -
"Don't worry about this, I have my own way of love."
"Oh, I hope you won't regret it in the future."
"Absolutely not."
Jiang Qingchi couldn't be more determined, and gave San'er a look that said, "If I regret it, I'll eat shit."
San'er suddenly discovered that letting him grow up seemed to be a very difficult thing.
…
(End of chapter)