Zhi Qi remembered Jiang Qi's look for a long time.
In fact, for a ten-year-old girl, seeing the boy's bloodthirsty eyes should be scary, but she is strangely not afraid.
Because pure pupils can capture a person's soul struggling under the surface, Zhiqi cares more about Jiang Qi being suppressed and bullied at this moment than being afraid, and he is in pain.
So Zhiqi pursed her lips and did something quite bold for her.
The little girl knocked on the door and yelled, but no one answered. Seeing Jiang Qi being beaten by those senior boys inside, her heart was burning with anxiety.
She simply didn't do anything, took out her pencil case from her schoolbag and smashed it on the glass window of the locked door with all her might!
Of course, the school's bean curd dregs project was not worth the pure iron pencil case bought by the girl's wealthy family. With the sound of "crash", everyone paused.
The boys in the dark classroom were startled, and suddenly looked up—
"Jiang Qi!" Zhi Qi saw exactly where Jiang Qi was with his gaze through the window, and then quickly kicked a piece of glass over with his toes: "Take it!"
Occasionally, some people need more extreme violence to solve.
For example, now, when those senior boys saw the sharp piece of glass in Jiang Qi's hand, they didn't dare to shake their fists at him as before.
They would just stare at Zhi Qi and Jiang Qi in turn, and leave cursing before the security guards patrolling the school find out.
After all, it was the first time for Zhiqi to do such a 'dangerous' thing, and the courage she had been holding on to was relieved after they left, and she leaned against the wall behind her as if she was exhausted, her small face was pale, and her breath was short of breath. .
Jiang Qi looked at her under the bright light of the moonlight, without saying a word.
After a long time, he heard the little girl's soft voice: "You...you didn't take your schoolbag."
Zhiqi hasn't forgotten why she was looking for Jiang Qi. The boy lowered his eyes, walked in front of her silently, bent down to pick up his schoolbag.
"Jiang Qi." I don't know if it was because of the scare just now, but the girl's voice was a little weak, and she asked him timidly: "Can you give me a hand
She was a little weak-legged for nothing.
So Jiang Qi threw away the broken glass in his hand, took Zhi Qi's hand hard, and pulled the girl up.
That was the first time they held hands, and Jiang Qi hadn't realized how pampered and soft the girl's hand was compared to his very rough hands picking vegetables and working since childhood, because the contact was so short.
It was Zhiqi who gave a slight 'huh'.
The boy's hand couldn't be seen clearly in the dark, so she tilted her head curiously and asked, "Jiang Qi, do you have anything in your hand?"
She accidentally touched a scar on the back of the boy's hand, but didn't know what it was.
Jiang Qi's fingers stiffened immediately, he pursed his lips and let her go, and his indifferent voice resumed: "Let's go."
Later, it was Zhiqi and her parents who said that they accidentally broke a piece of glass in the school and paid the school for it before giving up.
After Jiang Qi found out, he took the initiative to come to Zhiqi's class to look for her after class for the first time.
The little girl was taken aback, and ran over happily: "Jiang Qi, why are you here?"
With people coming and going around, Jiang Qi straightened up uncomfortably, looking at her with light-colored eyes: "How much?"
The smile on Zhiqi's face froze, and he frowned suspiciously: "What money?"
"Classroom glass." After Jiang Qi finished speaking, he paused in embarrassment before continuing: "I will pay you back."
The little hand hanging by his side clenched unconsciously. Ever since he had memory, everything related to money made Jiang Qi feel ashamed—but he didn't want to owe Zhi Qi anything.
Maybe it's the reason why children from poor families are in charge of the family early. At a young age, Jiang Qi understood how to write the word 'self-esteem'.
"Oh, that." Zhiqi blinked her long eyelashes, she didn't know why she was a little disappointed, but she quickly ignored this short-lived emotion, and smiled again: "Why do you want to pay me back? I was the one who broke it." Yes."
Although she is young, she also understands the truth of being responsible.
"No." Jiang Qi's voice was blunt: "It's because of me."
"No way." Zhiqi was already leaning on the railing to drink milk, and her voice was vague: "I broke it, and it didn't cost much. Mom and teacher said that I didn't get hurt. It's only five dollars in total." Ten bucks..."
fifty dollars.
She didn't care about it at all, but Jiang Qi silently wrote down the number, and he hummed lightly.
Zhiqi didn't realize how stubborn Jiang Qi was until very late.
When he graduated from elementary school, he forced her to give her fifty yuan. For a little boy who needed to help his uncle sell vegetables to earn books to go to school, fifty yuan, he saved ten cents for two years, But he still insisted on paying her back.
Withdrawing from her memories, Zhiqi found that she had saved a folder of Jiang Qi's pictures at some point, all of which were searched from the Internet, high-resolution pictures, blurred pictures, she almost saved them all.
It's a pity that there are not many photos of Jiang Qi, and even less news, she sighed with regret.
When Meng Chunyu pushed open the bedroom door, what he saw was Zhiqi staring at the computer eagerly.
"Oh my god..." Seeing the pictures of Jiang Qi on the screen, the girl opened her mouth wide in surprise, and walked over quickly and asked, "Qiqi, don't you like this Jiang Qi?"
Zhiqi felt a 'thud' in her heart, and her fair face turned pink at a speed visible to the naked eye. She tightened her hand holding the mouse, and asked dryly, "You, how do you know?"
The voices were tripping nervously.
"Hahahaha, how could I not know." But Meng Chunyu couldn't help laughing because of Zhiqi's behavior, "Why are you nervous? You are a typical symptom of a star-chasing girl!"
…
It turned out that she thought she was, some kind of star chasing girl.
Zhi Qi almost thought that her liking for Jiang Qi had been discovered again.
After all, in high school, everyone knew that she liked Jiang Qi.
Hopelessly fond.
But now...
Zhiqi breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and smiled softly: "Maybe."
There is nothing wrong with the title of "star chasing girl", Jiang Qi herself is more shining than the stars.
But Meng Chunyu couldn't understand her idiot mentality, she just shook her head and sighed: "Baby, you 2G girl finally connected to the Internet, is this the first time you like a male celebrity? It’s hard to be hacked, it’s not good to be a fan of your girlfriend’s career, you might as well like someone else.”
Zhiqi couldn't understand her 'fan circle terms' at all, and looked at her blankly.
Seeing this, Meng Chunyu couldn't help laughing, and nodded her head with her slender fingers: "Ah, what I mean is that this Jiang Qi has no future, he is probably just a newcomer who came to the fore by chance."
This time Zhi Qi understood, and pursed her lips in displeasure.
"Who said that?" She had a meek temper, and it was rare for her to refute her roommate. She clenched her fists solemnly and said, "He's very promising!"
…
Meng Chunyu looked at her blankly: "Have you entered the state of a star-chaser girl so quickly?"
This looks really like when she chased her idol and fought with Heizi online all night.
Zhiqi put down her hands in embarrassment, and said in a flat voice, "Anyway, don't talk about him."
She doesn't like to hear voices criticizing Jiang Qi from others.
"Okay, okay, of course I won't tell you if you like it." Meng Chunyu narrowed his eyes and smiled, and patted Zhiqi's shoulder very understandingly: "It's unexpected that we, Qiqi, can also chase stars. Do you want me?" The old aunt of the fan circle taught you how to get started?"
Do you need someone to teach you about chasing stars
Zhiqi was taken aback, but after a while, she realized that she really had some questions and wanted to ask Meng Chunyu for advice.
"Chun Yu, that..." She thought for a while, and asked carefully, "If I want to see Jiang Qi, is there any way?"
If she wanted to secretly, she could just take a look at Jiang Qi.
"You want to see brother so soon?" Meng Chunyu was digging old yogurt to eat, almost choking on hearing the words, a pair of big eyes couldn't help but look at Zhiqi with a serious face, and twirled the spoon with his fingers to pretend to be mysterious —
"Well, it's actually not impossible. Generally, if I want to meet my idol, I follow the fan club, pay attention to professional fans, join the group to know the schedule of idols, and if there are public events, I can find a way to get tickets to go to the scene gone."
Zhi Qi frowned more and more, thinking how can chasing a star be more difficult than writing a research report
She simply asked without shame: "What is a fan club and a professional fan?"
…
"Uh." Meng Chunyu was silent for a while, and then said with some embarrassment: "Well, your family Jiang Qi is still a newcomer, so maybe you don't have these."
Generally, only artists who have attracted some fans have so many formal 'group building'.
Zhiqi lowered her eyes in disappointment: "Then what should I do?"
"Well, don't be disappointed. If you want to take a look, there are other ways." Meng Chunyu dislikes 'Fairy Sad' the most, and with so many years of experience in chasing stars, he does his best: "Like the movie Jiang Qi is showing now, it's so good." Dark horse, the better the box office, the more likely it is to hold a fan meeting, and then just find a way to get tickets, and if it doesn’t work, you can go to his Weibo to see if there is any news—by the way, do you have a Weibo?”
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Zhiqi downloaded Weibo under Meng Chunyu's guidance, registered, and followed the instructions to give her a nickname on Weibo. After thinking about it, she simply used the word 'Zhiqi', and the first person she followed was the Weibo authentication Passed 'Jiang Qi'.
Looking at Jiang Qi's Weibo with a tree head, Zhi Qi suddenly became a little nervous. She grabbed Meng Chunyu's sleeve like a little mole and asked, "Chunyu, if I send him a message, will he reply to me?"
Thinking of this, my heart couldn't help beating wildly, and a feeling of wanting to send it to him but not wanting to linger in my chest.
"...What are you thinking?" Meng Chunyu couldn't help laughing again, this time it was even more exaggerated, leaning on the bedside and covering her lips out of breath: "Haha, little fairy, you, Just stop teasing me, okay?"
Zhi Qi was embarrassed by her smiling face, and her ears felt hot.
"I don't know how many fans send private messages to my brother's Weibo every day. Where do they get the time to read?"
After laughing enough, Meng Chunyu explained to her leisurely, "All celebrities don't know how to read private messages on Weibo. When they register on Weibo, it basically means giving fans a tree hole."
Zhiqi listened carefully, and finally pursed her lips and smiled.
"Chun Yu, thank you."
Perhaps for others, it will be uncomfortable and disappointing if the message sent is not responded to.
But for Zhiqi, she happened to need a tree hole named 'Jiang Qi'.
I was afraid of disturbing him at first, but I still wanted to say something to him. Now that Jiang Qi's Weibo doesn't know how to read private messages, that's just right.
After washing and lying on the bed, Zhiqi got into the quilt and wrapped herself up like when she was a child, and then went to Weibo and sent two private messages to 'Jiang Qi', taking this dialogue as her own concern without any scruples record book'—
[I miss you very much, Lin Lan is raining again today. ]
[You said that you would buy me red bean milk tea every rainy day. ]
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