It stands to reason that Zhong Keke should feel embarrassed to be slammed out of the door so unreservedly.
But until she wandered back to the bedroom, the excitement that burst out of her blood did not subside. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could think of Jiang Yuqiao's pattern. Silk. No. Hanging, which made people feel bloody. .
Also too lustful.
And it looks good in the hand.
"… "
Shamed by the subtext in his heart, Zhong Keke buried his head in the quilt, fluttering back and forth on the bed like a little fool.
She suddenly remembered the first time she saw eighteen-year-old Jiang Yuqiao naked five years ago.
It was in the hospital at the time.
Zhong Keke bandaged the wound and sat in the corner of the infirmary sobbing softly. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Yuqiao sitting inside the white curtain, with a thin, thin and white back.
The back was stabbed by broken glass, and the wound was not deep, with thin blood oozing out.
The deepest one is on the arm, almost in the same position as Zhong Coco.
Zhong Keke didn't know how long he waited, but when Jiang Yuqiao got dressed again and came to her, her eyes were swollen from crying.
Looking at the tall and thin boy in front of her, she wanted to hold his hand, but Jiang Yuqiao avoided him before she touched it.
That was the first time he didn't let Zhong Keke touch it.
Also from then on, they no longer held hands, let alone hugged, as they did when they were children.
…
The phone rang.
Interrupt memories of thoughts.
Zhong Keke's thoughts went blank for a moment, then he turned his head and found that it was Zhou Mingyue's message, [What arrangement, can the script go away?]
Usually on Sundays, the two of them will be crazy, and sometimes they will organize large-scale activities, such as playing mahjong.
But now it's different, Zhong Keke decided to make a change. On the other hand, with Jiang Yuqiao here, how could she still think about killing the script.
Zhong Keke picked up his mobile phone and replied with a voice: [If you don't go, I still want to appreciate the beauty of your father.]
Zhou Mingyue was simply frightened by her, [What beauty? don't take me? !]
The corners of Zhong Keke's lips were raised, and she was proud of the receiver, [Of course I can't bring you, after all, that's my brother Yuqiao's chest—]
Before the words were spit out, the bedroom door suddenly opened.
As soon as Zhong Keke turned his head, he saw Jiang Yuqiao in a black sweater standing expressionlessly at the door.
Just after taking a shower, her hair was still damp, and her hair was soft and drooping, softening her outline, but her eyes were clearer and colder than ever.
Zhong Keke almost bit his tongue.
Seemingly hearing her chat, Jiang Yuqiao's expression became a little unnatural.
But only for a moment.
The next second, Jiang Yuqiao returned to his usual coolness, his tone was neither salty nor light, "Come out to eat."
The meal was a little embarrassing because of what happened in the morning.
Zhong Keke was eating Xiaolongbao with his cheeks puffed up, without saying a word, Jiang Yuqiao was chatting with his grandfather the whole time.
I haven't seen you for a long time. The old man has a lot of words. From his graduation and work, he talked about Jiang Yuqiao's mother all the way.
At the age of thirteen, Jiang Yuqiao came to the compound to live with his grandfather, Lu Tingshan, and settled down with Lu Meihua, who was mentally ill.
Lu Tingshan settled Lu Meihua in the best hospital in the city, and took Jiang Yuqiao to visit once a month. Later, when Lu Tingshan died, Jiang Yuqiao went to see her alone.
At first once a month, then once every three months.
up to now.
become half a year.
In fact, no matter who it is, this kind of meeting is a kind of torture. As long as they meet, they will think of those painful, oppressive, and difficult to let go of the past.
"I went to see her a while ago, and she was in good shape," the old man filled a bowl of soup. "You don't have to worry, you don't have to force yourself to go if you don't want to go."
Hearing this, Zhong Keke raised his head and looked at Jiang Yuqiao's handsome and peaceful face.
The thin, narrow double eyelids drooped down, revealing a shallow fold.
His expression was cold and unwavering.
Only the wrist holding the handle of the cup had blue veins protruding slightly.
He has been like this since he was a child, as if nothing could disturb his mind, but Zhong Keke knew that he was just more patient than his peers.
The old man sighed, "Life is only a few decades. If you can let go of some things, let them go as soon as possible."
Knowing the painstaking efforts of the old man, Jiang Yuqiao smiled, "Thank you grandpa, I know."
Zhong Keke listened, and the hand holding the chopsticks loosened, and suddenly he couldn't hold on, "Otherwise, I will accompany you in the future."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuqiao met her gaze.
The morning sun was just right, making Zhong Coco's skin a transparent texture, and those clear and sincere eyes seemed to be shining brightly.
She had made plans for a long time. She blinked and said, "I still have a holiday now. I can go as long as it is on the weekend. I can chat with my aunt, watch dramas, and play games. She will be very happy to see me."
The more she spoke, the more the corners of her eyes curled.
It seems that in her eyes, there are no troubles in this world that can really be called troubles.
Jiang Yuqiao looked at her with a warm feeling in his heart.
But the old man couldn't listen anymore, "What are you joking, it's time, can you think about something serious?"
Zhong Keke was choked by the roar.
The old man got a little angry, "Don't think that Yuqiao is here for you. I don't know what you did at school. Your mother called me to tell me."
"You said you, two generations of elders are intellectuals. How come you are here, and you mix up your grades like this. If you knew it earlier, I would have listened to your mother and asked you to go to the cram school."
Originally, Zhong Keke was afraid of cram schools, but now that Jiang Yuqiao was here, her IQ instantly peaked.
"It's okay to make up lessons, but I don't want to go to the cram school." Zhong Keke said confidently, "If Brother Yuqiao is here, I don't want to go to the cram school to find that kind of teacher who does nothing."
After finishing speaking, she smiled at Jiang Yuqiao as if to please.
There are a few cute cat lines floating in the two places at the moment, a flattering kitten.
"… "
Jiang Yuqiao flattened the corners of his lips, turned his head away, and took a sip of soup.
"Others are messing around, and you deserve to be tortured when you meet Brother Qiao?" The old man refused mercilessly. "And they are busy with their studies, so how can they have the time to make up for this scumbag."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuqiao finally couldn't help it, put his fist under the tip of his nose, and coughed twice with a faint smile.
"… "
They were pinched back and forth by the two of them.
Zhong Coco's hair is about to explode.
What's the matter, she doesn't want to be ashamed!
Zhong Keke was so angry that he threw down his chopsticks and stopped eating.
Seeing her air bag appearance, Jiang Yuqiao saved her face, "Actually, it is not suitable to make up lessons now. The most important thing is to organize and review with the teacher."
The old man listened carefully.
Zhong Keke lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow.
Jiang Yuqiao's eyes fell on her, "and grandpa is right, I'm really busy, I'm going back to school today to get my papers."
After a pause, he said again, "Besides, it's not that I haven't given you a supplementary lesson, and the effect is not good."
Hearing this, Zhong Keke raised his head as if remembering something.
Jiang Yuqiao did make up lessons for her.
when she was ten years old.
At that time, she was more playful than she is now. Even if Jiang Yuqiao was by her side, she couldn't calm down and listen to the class. Jiang Yuqiao tried a few times and felt annoyed, so she didn't make up for it.
When the clock is cocoa pounding.
Not to mention happy.
Recalling this episode of the bane he buried, Zhong Keke's expression became even more ugly.
After a few seconds, she hesitantly explained, "That's not it, isn't that my little one?" The more she spoke, the lower her voice became, "Maybe it's better now..."
It seems to be very interesting.
The corner of Jiang Yuqiao's mouth swayed with a very obvious smirk.
Just staring at her until her round earlobes turned pink with shame.
Jiang Yuqiao leaned back in the chair and looked at her in a loose and casual manner, "Are you sure, now that I'll make up for you, you'll listen well?"
Zhong Coco raised his head in response.
In the next second, he fell into those eyes that were as deep as the spring breeze.
As if the throat was blocked by a cotton ball for a moment, a word, even a syllable, could not be spit out.
At this moment, she could only hear her own heartbeat.
keep accelerating.
Zoom in again.
After looking at each other for two seconds, Zhong Keke's shoulders loosened and he was defeated.
The answer is of course not.
Because as long as Jiang Yuqiao was in front of her for a second, her mind and heart would be restless and clamoring for a second.
In the afternoon, Jiang Yuqiao went back to school.
Zhong Keke wanted to send it off, but was stopped by the old man, so she had to study at home.
It was useless for Zhong Keke to play tricks, so he could only watch Jiang Yuqiao get on Fu Yuanhang's big G. When he got into the car, Jiang Yuqiao happened to be answering the phone and seemed to be talking about something very important. He frowned slightly, and occasionally nodded in response.
Qing Jun's profile was shadowed in the car window.
Zhong Keke looked expectantly, hoping that he could turn around and look at him, even if it was just a glance.
However, he didn't turn his head until the car started, as if her existence was not worth paying attention to at all.
Zhong Keke couldn't tell what it was like, but felt that the whole person seemed to be taken out of time.
Returning to the bedroom like a wandering soul, she lay on the table sadly for a while, and then slowly took out her mobile phone and opened the Weibo nicknamed "Cocoa Bean".
It is her trumpet, which is specially used to send thoughts about Jiang Yuqiao.
At this moment, this account seemed to be the only place where she could relieve her suffocation. Half a minute later, she posted a Weibo with a blank paper—
[You will get to the top three hundred in the test.
It will also make you only see me.]
…
Two days later, Monday came.
Zhong Keke bought a beef burger at the school gate, and entered the class with soy milk in his mouth. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw several familiar boys pressing Lai Lai around her seat.
Several people were talking happily, and when they turned their heads, they saw Zhong Keke with his hands in his pockets, soy milk in his mouth, and a condescending expression.
Wu Liang, who played the best with her, stood up, "Yo, my big brother is here!"
Zhong Keke rolled his eyes at him and took off his schoolbag, "You guys are pushing me early in the morning, what if there is no hole in the men's toilet."
"I'm so sad what you said," Wu Liang stood beside her with his hands behind his back, "Our brothers came here to help you move things ahead of time."
"Move something?" Zhong Keke frowned, "What to move."
"Of course it's to move your messy things," Wu Liang was a little puzzled, "Don't you know that the teacher pushed yours to the penultimate row."
Zhong Keke: "… "
Zhong Keke really didn't know.
According to the conversation that day, she thought that Liu Mingde would take Zhuo Yifan away, but she was the one who was taken away.
But it's not surprising that Zhuo Yifan's family background is tough, so persimmons must be soft.
And there's nothing wrong with the penultimate row. They're all boys who don't care about silly music all day long. As soon as Zhong Keke passed by, he was warmly welcomed by everyone.
With such a commotion, Zhuo Yifan, who was waiting to see the joke, became even more angry.
Across the distance, Zhong Keke could see her staring at him.
But she didn't care at all.
After all, Zhuo Yifan's brain problems didn't take a day or two.
But this indifferent state only lasted until the next morning.
Because of the need to exercise between classes, Zhong Keke went to the toilet to arrange numbers after class. Taking advantage of this time, she took out her mobile phone and swiped Weibo bored.
Suddenly, a familiar female voice came from the front, "Classmate, can we change positions, I have a word with my friend."
Zhong Keke followed the sound and saw Zhuo Yifan and the girl behind him changed positions and stood in front of Zhong Keke.
Only then did she realize that standing in front of her was someone in the next class who had a good relationship with Zhuo Yifan.
The two were next to each other, like two aunts of the neighborhood committee, and they became enthusiastic.
Zhong Keke didn't bother to pay attention to them, lowered his head and continued surfing, completely ignoring Zhuo Yifan's obvious glance at her.
While paying attention, Zhuo Yifan said to the girl, "I came to you just to tell you that I won't be able to accompany you to the amusement park next week. My family has arranged for me to make up lessons."
"Ah? That's it." The girl obviously regretted, "I'm looking forward to it."
"There's no way," Zhuo Yifan pretended to be regretful, "It was my brother who I knew since childhood who gave me the supplementary class. He didn't do any papers, so he came to teach me. Do you think I can refuse."
"So good, which brother."
Hearing this, Zhong Keke froze.
His fingers stopped abruptly above the phone.
Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan smiled proudly and deliberately raised the volume, "Which other brother could there be? Of course, it's Jiang Yuqiao, a high-caliber student of Rong University that I mentioned to you before."