let loose

Song Mian was in a bad mood, and being stared at for no reason was even more inexplicable, so she lost her face and took a step to the side to distance herself.

The two stood at the door of the training class, one on the left and the other on the right, as if they were standing.

The phone in his pocket kept vibrating, and the WeChat group was noisy. Song Mian was so annoyed that he turned on Do Not Disturb, and when he exited the group chat, his fingers stopped on the dialog box with Lu Yan intentionally or unintentionally.

Common goals, common ideals.

What Jiang Zhou said automatically surfaced in his mind, and for the whole three classes in the afternoon, only those few words remained in his mind.

However, what kind of goal is the common goal of the two, and what kind of ideal is the common ideal of the two, he can't figure it out, and he can't think of it.

But Jiang Zhou would get angry when copying homework. Song Mian weighed it up and decided to blackmail Lu Yan. He was patted on the shoulder just as he finished.

The strength is not heavy, the degree can be felt.Song Mian pressed her breath on the screen and turned around to see that it was the blond man he had seen at the police station before, Jiang Zhou's cousin.

"Hello, cool boy!"

The other party smiled brightly and blinked at him: "I met you in Beijing, do you remember me?"

Probably because he is a foreigner, this person speaks Chinese very poorly, but at least the word order is correct and he can understand.

The man was too close to him, with a refreshing light fragrance on his body, Song Mian smirked twice, nodded, and took a step back calmly.

"Ok, nice!"

The man seemed very happy. He uttered a sentence in English that Song Mian could barely understand, snapped his fingers and stretched out his hand: "My name is Shang Qinghua, and you, what's your name?"

Tsinghua?

Song Mian was taken aback for a while, then reached out to shake his hand and said softly, "Hello, Tsinghua University, I'm Peking University."

"Ok?"

Shang Qinghua slightly bent down and made a posture of listening. He was much taller than Song Mian, and Song Mian spoke in a low volume, so he couldn't hear clearly.

As the scent became stronger, Song Mian held his breath uncomfortably, took another half step back, and said without changing his expression, "I said my surname is Qian, and my name is Qian Chaoduo."

"Ah, student Qian Chaoduo, hello."

Shang Qinghua smiled.

Song Mian realized that this man's pupils were black when he got closer, and his hair was still very long, slightly curly, and a ponytail was loosely tied with a hair tie and hung down behind him.

He looks pretty good, with a smile and an approachable face, the kind of appearance that makes people feel good.It's just that his behavior is a little frivolous, even a little too familiar.

As if he couldn't feel Song Mian's deliberate alienation, Shang Qinghua automatically took Song Mian's tassels hanging on the zipper of the schoolbag and looked around, and then said in surprise: "Oh, embroidered bag, isn't this the safety talisman I gave to my baby? Why are you here?"

Song Mian glanced at the small red square embroidered bag, and almost sprained her ankle, but fortunately, she had retreated to the base of the wall, and there was a wall behind her to hold her back so she didn't really fall.

baby?who?Jiang Zhou?

The embroidered bag was given to him by Jiang Zhou, who said it was a gift from a friend. Now it seems that this friend is Shang Qinghua.

But why did this Shang Qinghua call him Baby Jiang Zhou?Even if they are cousins, they can't be close enough to call baby directly, right?Or is it the true temperament of foreigners who are born enthusiastic and unrestrained?

He was still struggling, and there were a few messy clashes of tables and chairs coming from inside the door, presumably it was the end of get out of class.

"Tsinghua, come here."

At this moment, the man who had been quietly standing aside spoke, his tone of voice sounded like he was tense.

Song Mian was silent, glanced at the side from the corner of the eye, surprised that the two knew each other, and after a closer look, he felt that the man looked familiar, and before he could think of anything, he saw Shang Qinghua put down the small cloth bag and left past.

While walking, he said: "Uncle, let's stay here for two days before going back, and go to their school with the baby."

It's just that Song Mian was taken aback when he opened his mouth.

uncle?

Classmates kept coming out of the room, and occasionally someone looked at him, covered his mouth and snickered, Song Mian ignored it, leaned to the side to make way for others, and suddenly became enlightened after kicking his heel against the wall.

Shang Qinghua's uncle, isn't that...

"dad."

Suddenly, Jiang Zhou's cold voice from far to near confirmed this guess.

Jiang Shan said "hmm" with no ups and downs, and finally let go of the hand that had been behind his back. He raised his hand and squeezed Jiang Zhou's shoulder, saying, "I lost weight."

Jiang Zhou exhaled, his expression was not very good, and his face was full of exhaustion. He put the schoolbag in his hand on his shoulder, shook it, and said nonchalantly: "Fortunately, I'm a little tired recently."

Jiang Shan frowned, Feng observed him for a moment, reached out and hooked Jiang Zhou's schoolbag lazily hanging on his shoulder, "Take a rest when you are tired, and stay in a hotel tonight."

Said he left.

"Surprise! Baby, is this your classmate?" Shang Qinghua hooked Jiang Zhou's neck with one hand, and pointed at Song Mian in an intimate posture: "I remember that he was the one I met in Beijing before?"

Song Mian stared resentfully at Shang Qinghua's arm hanging on Jiang Zhou's body, when he was suddenly caught by the cue, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Jiang Zhou's back was facing him, and Jiang Zhou hadn't even given him half of his eyes since he came out of the classroom.

"Ah."

Jiang Zhou only slightly turned his head, showing only half of his ear, and Song Mian turned back without even seeing the bridge of his nose.

Still angry, he neither wants to look back at Song Mian, nor does he want Song Mian to look at him.

Song Mian suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and unconsciously drooped her head.

Jiang Zhou had never been so indifferent to him.

Indifferent to almost indifferent.

Before getting together, Jiang Zhou had always maintained a good family education, gentle and polite.After being together, Jiang Zhou showed tenderness and patience all the time, and once all these things were taken back at a certain moment, it would be like falling into an ice cave.

People, once they are cared for and comforted, and once they are treated coldly, they feel that life is better than death.

My heart was so bitter, as if an indescribable crack had exploded, turning into long strips that crazily grew and spread from the inside to the outside.He could only watch the cut become bloody and endure the severe pain, but he couldn't find effective medicine to treat it.

Suffocation-like discomfort.

He seems to be no longer special in Jiang Zhou's eyes, and his every move has no meaning to provoke Jiang Zhou's heart.He was just an ordinary passerby without any identity, and Jiang Zhou didn't even want to let him take a look.

"The relationship is very good. You have given away all the peace charms I gave you."

"fine……"

When he was a dispensable passer-by, Jiang Zhou and monk Qinghua whispered shoulder to shoulder and walked away, no one paid attention to the people behind him.

Jiang Zhou tilted his face slightly, probably listening to the other party carefully.

He is always so polite, no matter who is speaking, he will listen carefully no matter how impatient he is.

Song Mian lowered her eyes in despair, twisting the seams of her trousers helplessly, like a wronged puppy, there was a faint tide in the corner of her eyes, she really felt wronged.