Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Jiang Mingcheng arrived at the classroom early in the morning and looked forward to the door, waiting for Gu Ling to come in.

After waiting for a long time, Gu Ling didn't come, but Chen Fei came first.

Chen Fei smiled brightly: "Brother Jiang, I am now one of the top 200 students in my grade. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I promise to tell you everything I know!"

"You?" Jiang Mingcheng crossed his arms and said boastfully, "I have the top student in the grade to teach me, so it's not your turn yet."

He patted Fade Chen's shoulder and said, "You better be careful. Don't cry if I surpass you one day."

"How can it be!"

Jiang Mingcheng clenched his fists and uttered a single syllable: "Hmm?"

Chen Fei smiled awkwardly: "Why would I cry? Come on, Brother Jiang, you will definitely be able to surpass me."

He stepped back step by step, ran to his seat and sat down, then opened the book to study without saying a word.

That’s incredible. The only thing that makes him better than Brother Jiang is his academic performance. He cannot afford to be surpassed by Brother Jiang.

He saw Lu Lin next to him out of the corner of his eye and his eyes rolled.

The top student in the grade has such great tutoring, the second student shouldn’t be too far behind.

Lu Lin silently moved a little to the side, feeling a little cold.

At this time, Gu Ling finally came to the classroom.

Jiang Mingcheng greeted Gu Ling in a reserved manner and pretended to read a book, keeping an eye on Gu Ling out of the corner of his eye.

I saw Gu Ling put his schoolbag away and then handed him a bag.

"Thank you... Baozi?" Jiang Mingcheng's smile disappeared.

Gu Ling nodded: "Yes, your breakfast today."

Gu Ling would bring him breakfast every day, and Jiang Mingcheng was responsible for bringing Gu Ling lunch.

He was still unwilling: "Nothing else?"

"There's also a bottle of milk, do you want it?"

Jiang Mingcheng turned his head, took a bite of the bun, and said nothing.

Gu Ling hid something in his schoolbag and started studying for the day as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Mingcheng comforted himself, thinking that Gu Ling must not have prepared a gift today, but he would have one in a few days.

After coaxing myself into a good mood, my appetite for food also improved.

As soon as the lunch bell rang, Jiang Mingcheng rushed out the back door like a whirlwind, rushing to the cafeteria to get food.

Gu Ling paused as he reached into his schoolbag, then stuffed the things back in.

It’s not her fault, it’s because Jiang Mingcheng ran too fast.

After school in the afternoon, Jiang Mingcheng packed his schoolbag and waited for Gu Ling. Gu Ling was slow, so he urged him: "Hurry up, I'll take you to a place."

"What's the hurry?" Gu Ling said calmly, "Lower your head."

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Mingcheng lowered his head while complaining. The soft scarf wrapped around his neck and he was slightly stunned.

The gray-blue scarf is furry, and when it is wrapped around the neck, the place where the scarf intersects with the neck forms a puppy's head, with the furry puppy ears located on the left and right sides of his chin.

A very soft and cute puppy scarf. He frowned and muttered quietly, "It doesn't match me at all."

"No, I take it back."

As she spoke, Gu Ling was about to untie the scarf, but Jiang Mingcheng grabbed her hand and said, "Once you give it to me, it's mine. You can't take it back!"

Gu Ling looked at his hand, and he hurriedly let go of it, the touch of delicate and warm skin still in his palm.

He stood up suddenly, his expression seemed a little impatient: "Hurry up, we should go."

Gu Ling carried his schoolbag and followed slowly, following Jiang Mingcheng to a dried fruit shop.

As soon as Jiang Mingcheng entered the store, he went straight to his destination. In the pistachio section, he handed Gu Ling a plastic bag and said, "This is a gift for you. You choose it and I'll pay for it."

"Send it to me? Why?"

"Just send it if you want to, no reason."

Gu Ling looked at the pile of dried fruits in front of him, took the plastic bag and turned to pick some dried fruits, but was grabbed by Jiang Mingcheng's arm: "Where are you going?"

Gu Ling looked at him in confusion: "Choose dried fruits, what's wrong?"

Jiang Mingcheng hesitated to speak, and finally let go: "It's nothing, go ahead."

Gu Ling walked around the dried fruit shop, picked some dried fruits, and then went to find Jiang Mingcheng, only to find that he was still in the same place.

He was holding a plastic bag with some pistachios in it, not many, and he was still picking and choosing.

He chose very seriously, and Gu Ling laughed at him: "Are you choosing a wife?"

"You don't understand." Jiang Mingcheng glanced at her and continued to pick, "Pick the happy pistachios."

Gu Ling was a little surprised and asked, "How do you know which pistachio is happy?"

He picked up a pistachio and said, "The ones like this are white and plump with full flesh, which means they are very happy. Because they are happy, they will grow well."

The boy said this seriously, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that such a happy person was happy.

How could there be... such a person...

There was a smile in Gu Ling's eyes. She also picked a pistachio, picked it up, looked at it, and handed it to Jiang Mingcheng.

"Ask it, is it happy?"

Gu Ling had a soft smile on his face and a gentle tone. Jiang Mingcheng also smiled, and his little tiger teeth flashed: "Happy."

When going to pay the bill, Jiang Mingcheng asked the boss for a transparent jar, put all the pistachios in it, turned around and fiddled with something, then handed the box of pistachios to Gu Ling.

Gu Ling looked down and saw a smiley face on the jar.

This box of carefully selected happy pistachios is the real gift that Jiang Mingcheng wants to give to Gu Ling.

“You can’t be unhappy after eating pistachios.”

Gu Ling was stunned and frowned: "When was I unhappy?"

Jiang Mingcheng frowned and deliberately pinched his voice: "When was I unhappy?"

Gu Ling wanted to get angry, but she also felt that this confirmed what Jiang Mingcheng said about her being unhappy. Finally, she sighed helplessly, "I won't bother with you."

In the evening, Gu Ling was writing a test paper in her room. She looked at a can of pistachios on the table and ate one.

She felt it for a while and thought: This doesn't make me happier.

She thought of Jiang Mingcheng's remarks and shook her head and laughed. How could she believe the words of a childish guy?

However, she accidentally saw her own smile in the small mirror on the table and was a little stunned.

It seems that I am a little happy.

Gu Ling covered his face and wailed, feeling that he was doomed.

Gu Ling and Jiang Mingcheng agreed to have tutoring at Jiang Mingcheng's house on the weekend. She saw Jiang Mingcheng as soon as she walked out of the house.

The winter wind is cold and bleak, the trees are bare, leaving only dry branches shivering in the cold wind.

Jiang Mingcheng stood at the door wearing the gray-blue puppy scarf, stamping his feet from time to time and exhaling hot air from his mouth onto his cold palms.

The tip of his nose and ears were frozen red, and his green hair was blown messy by the strong wind, making him look pitiful.

Gu Ling walked forward quickly: "Why are you here?"

"I was worried that you wouldn't be able to find the way. I asked the driver to stop the car at the intersection, so we can just go straight there."

He was shivering from the cold. Gu Ling grabbed his hands. Jiang Mingcheng wanted to break free, but he was not as strong as Gu Ling.

"It's very cold, let go," he said.

Gu Ling said unhappily, "You knew Leng was still waiting here? Why didn't you call me? When did you come?"

"It's still early to the agreed time, and I don't want to rush you. And I haven't been waiting long."

I just stood there for half an hour.

Mainly because he was worried that it would be troublesome for Gu Ling to take a taxi, and it would cost money, Jiang Mingcheng came personally with a driver.

Jiang Mingcheng's hands were as cold as ice, and soon Gu Ling's hands also became cold.

She had no intention of standing there stupidly in the cold wind, and after Jiang Mingcheng's hands were no longer so cold, she urged Jiang Mingcheng to hurry up.

Finally I got in the car. The air conditioner was on and it was warm, keeping the cold out.

Gu Ling helped Jiang Mingcheng straighten his hair. Looking at the hair that was already enough to cover his eyes, he said, "If you don't cut your hair, you can tie it into a braid."

Maybe he had stayed outside for too long and his brain was frozen. The boy's eyes fell on Gu Ling's hair and said, "Like you?"

Gu Ling: "...Do you really want to?"

"puff--"

The driver in the front seat couldn't help but coughed and said, "Sorry, I just wanted to think of something happy."

Jiang Mingcheng realized belatedly: "I won't wear braids. I'll get a haircut tomorrow."

There were fewer cars on weekends, so we arrived at our destination quickly.

The luxurious villa did not attract Gu Ling's attention at all. She changed her shoes and walked into the villa as usual.

Jiang Mingcheng, on the other hand, felt a little embarrassed. He was clearly the master of the house, but he was busying around in a panic, like a spinning top, and he didn't know what he was doing after working for a long time.

This was the first time Gu Ling came to his home as a guest, and he was afraid that he would not entertain him well enough.

"Stop working, where is your book?"

"Room, I'll take you there." He hurried to the second floor and tripped on the carpet. Gu Ling was quick to pull him up.

Gu Ling was somewhat helpless: "You are really amazing for falling on the ground."