Qi Anan saw Jiang Lu looking over with no expression on his face, his pupils were dark and he couldn't see any emotion, so he shook the pen in his hand with a smile on his face: "There are too many books, they rolled down, it wasn't on purpose haha Ha ha… "
is her.
The slight surprise in Jiang Lu's eyes was so fast that it was hard to catch, Qi An'an didn't notice, in her opinion, Jiang Lu just glanced at her expressionlessly, and then turned his head calmly.
It can be seen that a boss is a boss, and when it is not necessary, he will never waste any expression.
Although the boss doesn't look like he would strike up a conversation with her, it doesn't matter, Qi Anan is already very happy to be at the same table with her favorite Zai Zai.
She carelessly threw the pen into the pencil case, closed the lid casually, and happily packed the books.
Jiang Lu's gaze only paused for two more seconds on the pen case before retracting it. He did his questions expressionlessly as usual, but after a while, the tip of his pen froze.
Today is so different.
His new deskmate had such a strong presence that he couldn't ignore it. I don't know what good things happened to me, my whole person was filled with a happy aura, like a puppy shaking its head. Sitting on a stool is dishonest, with a pair of calves dangling around, which is terribly annoying.
In the past, he was surrounded by stagnant water, and the people sitting beside him never made too much movement, and quietly moved the tables and chairs out, as if they were far away from him, so that they could breathe fresh air.
But this is not a bad thing, he also feels at ease in such a habitual silence, unlike now, it seems that some rules have been broken, it is simply confusing.
Hate is hate, but it seems to be a little different from ordinary hate.
Jiang Lu lowered his eyes and returned his attention to the book in front of him. He turned his body slightly to isolate himself from the excitement around him.
However, just after feeling quiet for less than a minute, a small hand was stretched out from the side from the corner of the eye, and the white and slender index finger tentatively poked his cuff.
Jiang Lu put down his pen: "What are you doing?"
Qi An'an was immersed in the joy of being at the same table with Zai Zai just now, and after being happy for a while, he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten his business. She took out a box of Band-Aids from the middle of her schoolbag and handed it to Jiang Lu: "Jiang Lu, your hand is hurt."
Although Jiang Lu didn't suffer a lot in the morning, his body is not impregnable after all, even if he knocked those gangsters to the ground, he would still be scratched and bruised. His hands were good-looking again, with well-defined joints and beautiful lines, making the scars on them particularly conspicuous.
But it's useless to be conspicuous, the owner of the scar doesn't care, just leave it there like this, it doesn't mean to deal with it at all. It is written in the book that Jiang Lu has a scarred physique, and in the end, there are indelible marks on his hands, face, and heart.
Qi An'an pushed the band-aid forward, there was no way, the old mother had too many things to worry about.
But it is the mother's responsibility to take good care of the cubs, how can she just watch Jiang Lu's body leave scars? When the female goose appeared after a while, she couldn't explain.
The sharp corner of the small box lightly rubbed against the back of his hand, causing a tingling tingling sensation. Jiang Lu's fingers curled up unconsciously. The small box of Band-Aids seemed to have some kind of magical power, which made his eyes focus on it for a full three seconds before he frowned and looked at Qi An'an.
Jiang Lu is not very old, but he has tasted the warmth and coldness of human beings since he was a child, and the world is hot and cold, and his eyes are sharp and vicious. But even so, he couldn't see that Qi An'an had some other purpose, or was ambiguous.
Her eyes were clear, she really just wanted to give him the Band-Aid to deal with the wound, there was no other meaning besides that.
Jiang Lu was silent for a moment, looked away, and said with a deliberate indifference in his voice: "No, thank you."
"But your hand is still bleeding, and you didn't take good care of the wound yourself, so you just don't care?" Others were still studying by themselves, Qi Anan was anxious, and could only persuade him in a low voice.
Jiang Lu said, "Don't worry about it."
After speaking, he picked up the pen, and he moved casually. The wound on the joints was pulled and bled again, and Qi Anan felt pain even just looking at it. Seeing his indifference, I couldn't hold back, and reached out to snatch his pen.
"Look at you! Put your hands flat and stop writing."
Jiang Lu never expected that Qi An'an would suddenly take his pen, which really made her take the pen out of her hand. Because the cap of the pen was not covered, the tip of the pen slid across, leaving a striking black line in his palm instantly.
Jiang Lu: "..."
Qi An'an was one head and two big, and she felt that she had been very unlucky from the moment she wore this female psychopath. Until now, she has done some unlucky things.
"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You go wash your hands after class... Hey, but be careful when washing your hands, don't let the wound touch the water." Qi Anan cried sadly, touched the cap of the pen with one hand next to Jiang Lu's, buckled the pen and handed it over To him: "Repay you."
The girl's voice was sweet by nature, and it became even softer when she pressed her throat, and she said some words that he had never heard before, and those words were soft in themselves.
Jiang Lu took the pen without saying a word, feeling a little dazed in his heart.
Just now, Qi An'an reached out to fumble around on his desk, and handed back the pen after buttoning it up, but he couldn't find any look of disgust and disgust on his face, which was naturally a little inconceivable.
Why doesn't she think his things are dirty
…
Qi An'an had no way of knowing what was going on in Jiang Lu's mind, and he never looked this way again, let alone opened his mouth to speak.
It seems that it is not feasible for him to accept his band-aid, so she should outsmart him. Qi An'an drew a big smiling face on the band-aid box——Cub, you want to grow up happily, you are the one who produces the mother's candy!
Taking advantage of turning around to pick up the book, Qi Anan quickly put it into the side pocket of Jiang Lu's backpack.
Qi Anan glanced quietly at Jiang Lu, she was moving around, he must be too lazy to pay attention to her, he probably wouldn't notice her small movements. But... as expected of the fairy face repeatedly emphasized in the book, from the jet-black hair to the smooth mandible, Jiang Lu's profile is simply amazing.
Anywhere is good, but it runs too fast. As soon as the get out of class bell rang, Jiang Lu picked up his schoolbag and went out, leaving Qi An'an with no chance to say a word of "Let's go home together after school".
Forget it, the future is long, a qualified Ma Ma will not care about her big brother.
…
The community where Jiang Lu lives is very old, so old that even the signboard at the door has lost its paint. He turned into the gate from the main road, and just walked to the side of the building where he lived, when he suddenly stopped.
In the remote corner of the front, there was a pair of teenagers and girls, not very old, wearing their school uniforms. Their two little hands were secretly held together. The place was relatively secluded, and almost no one passed by, but they still looked around nervously.
Immediately afterwards, the boy bent down and quickly kissed the girl on the lips. As soon as they touched each other, both of them turned their heads shyly and quickly, their hearts throbbing, young and beautiful.
Standing in the distance, Jiang Lu was caught off guard and saw this scene. His face was a little pale, and he seemed to want to force himself to continue walking his way as if nothing had happened, but within a few steps, he covered his stomach and bent down, retching heavily.
Jiang Lu supported the tree trunk, and several veins bulged on his forehead due to the force. He knew early on that he wasn't normal, and his aversion to sex was almost pathological.
When he was young, he saw his mother rolling and lingering with different men more than once on the bed in the bedroom or on the sofa in the living room. At that time, he could only shut himself in the room and vomit in a daze.
Outsiders think he is dirty, but he does not deny it. His eyes have seen too much filth, and they are indeed dirty from the inside out.
Jiang Lu slowed down a bit, rinsed his mouth and walked slowly forward. When he was approaching the door, he suddenly saw a car parked by the side of the road.
It was a Mercedes-Benz, with a shiny body and a well-groomed nobility everywhere. It was simply not something people in this community could afford to drive. And the parked position also represents where the owner of the car is now.
Jiang Lu felt the nausea that he had suppressed just now surged up again.
He turned and walked outside without a word, forcing himself to breathe fresh air.
Go out of the community and walk to the main road. There are people coming and going on the street, some in small groups, chatting and laughing together, and some parents are holding their children's hands and listening to what they have seen and heard that day.
Everywhere is peaceful and full of vitality, which makes him even more out of tune with the world.
There was a buzzing in the ear, and the harsh words pressed in the bottom of my heart sounded inappropriately:
"He's a filthy thing. Let's throw him in the dump. A filthy thing should be with the trash."
"Go to school? It's useless. My mother didn't give birth to you to pay your tuition."
"He's your son? Tsk tsk tsk..."
"You will give birth, what a beautiful child. Check it strictly now, and send it to me when it is a little older in two years."
…
Yes, he was out of place. He is a monster, a bastard born of a bitch, a garbage that can never be washed clean of dirty blood.
Jiang Lu closed his eyes, couldn't help but bent over and retched several times. He leaned on his knees and panted heavily, when suddenly something fell out of the side pocket of the backpack.
The packaging is familiar, a small box of Band-Aids. The difference is that there is an ugly smiling face on the box.
I don't know when Qi Anan stuffed it in.
Jiang Lu stared at it blankly for a while, then slowly reached out to pick it up. He raised his hand after being silent for a long time, intending to throw it into the trash can not far away, but paused in mid-air, and then gradually lowered it.
Eventually he put the Band-Aid back where it belonged.
Jiang Lu walked aimlessly in one direction, and when he was getting closer to the school, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him.
Qi Anan was holding a bag of fried chicken tenders in his left hand, and was feeding a bamboo stick into his mouth with his right hand. There was also a set of pancake fruit hanging on his slender wrist.
He stopped abruptly.
And Qi An'an didn't notice Jiang Lu at all, chewing the food with puffy cheeks, cooking the rice very seriously. It wasn't until she finished eating this bite and poked the chicken tenders with a bamboo stick that she finally found Jiang Lu standing not far away.
The movement of Qi An'an's mouth suddenly stopped, and his eyes were round.
Pretty stupid.
Jiang Lu looked away, the nausea that had been lingering just now disappeared a lot inexplicably.