[Crossing Books] I only want to study hard in my grade

Qiao Jiang's heart ached, he stood helplessly, watching Xie Yinian's tears falling down.

Xie Yinian originally wanted to teach him a few words, but when he saw tears in his red eyes, he swallowed the words abruptly, snorted softly, and said: "You are the one I protect, how could I let you be beaten. "

To be honest, he didn't know why he came here to take a stick for Qiao Jiang, obviously he could ignore it, he could push people away—oh, yes, if he wanted to push people away, Qiao Jiang might fall to the ground , as he is so squeamish, he has to cry when he falls and hurts.

In order not to make Qiao Jiang cry, he blocked it.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Jiang still cried.

Xie Yinian wiped his tears clumsily, hurting him as he wiped: "Besides, you are skinny and tender, I kicked you and you were going to the hospital, the stick hit you just now, you have to It's half life left."

With tears in his eyes, Qiao Jiang held his wrist: "Does it hurt?"

It hurts, it hurts like hell.

But I'm the big brother, I can't lose face in front of the younger brother.

Xie Yinian didn't change his face, but shook his head: "Fortunately, it doesn't hurt much."

In this battle, Qiao Jiang almost won the battle. The opponent's boss was so beaten up by Xie Yinian that he was helped away. Fang Chang hurriedly went to see Baixi. He Xu and Luo Huashu helped each other. When Zhe was holding out, he stretched out his hand: "Brother, get up quickly, don't sit still."

Fang Chang thanked the others solemnly, and then helped Bai Xi to leave. He Xu, Luo Huashu and Chang Shengzhe also left, leaving only Qiao Jiang and Xie Yinian in the alley.

Qiao Jiang kept a sullen face and said nothing, feeling sore and soft about Xie Yinian's act of protecting himself from harm, his heart seemed to be stuffed with a piece of lemon candy, and after melting, the sour taste mixed with sweetness permeated.

"Stand still."

Qiao Jiang bit his lip, with moisture still remaining in his eyes, he walked behind Xie Yinian and lifted the hem of his clothes without any resistance.

The action was too sudden, Xie Yinian took a deep breath, Qiao Jiang's fingers trembled, and he lowered his eyes, his pupils reflected a red mark across the young man's back, already faintly swollen.

With sore eyes, Qiao Jiang shed two tears and sucked his nose.

Xie Yinian pursed his lips, and comforted him: "Jiaojiao, don't cry, you brother Xie is so powerful, it really doesn't hurt."

Qiao Jiang stared at the trace for a while, and finally put down his clothes, with a hoarse voice: "Go to my house first, I will rub the medicine for you."

"Eh, no..." No need.

Before the words could be spoken, Qiao Jiang's red eyes appeared in the field of vision, and the soft bun was very threatening: "If you don't go, I will cry now."

Xie Yinian confessed, was pushed down, hooked his hair and tugged lightly as if angry, then moved his hand to his cheek, tugged twice before venting his anger: "Okay, this I will listen to you next time."

Qiao Jiang, who has always been a fragile object, supported Xie Yinian to walk forward carefully, like a caring househusband supporting his own wife who is seven or eight months pregnant.

Xie Yinian: "..."

outrageous.

Xie Yinian has been domineering since kindergarten, and he has never been so aggrieved, but he has no choice, who made him have a squeamish little brother who loves to cry.

Following Qiao Jiang home, sitting on the sofa, Qiao Jiang poured him a glass of water and then went to get the medicine box. Xie Yinian looked at the decoration and furniture arrangement of the house.

Qiao Jiang ran down from upstairs, holding the medicine box in his arms, put it on the table, and took out the medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Raising his eyes, his eyes met, Qiao Jiang squatted on the floor and looked at him with a raised bun face: "Take off your shirt, I'll apply the medicine for you."

At this point, there was no reason to continue to evade, Xie Yinian raised his hand and took off his shirt, and threw it to the place where he was beaten, frowning in pain.

With the passage of time, the originally red and swollen place turned blue and purple, and it was clear and frightening on the young man's white and thin back.

"Lie down on the sofa, it may hurt a little, I'll try to be as light as possible."

Qiao Jiang poured the potion on his hands and rubbed them. His palms gradually became hot. He was almost kneeling beside the sofa, his fingertips trembling slightly: "Hold on."

Afraid of hurting Xie Yinian, Qiao Jiang tried his best to control the strength in his hand, but the moment he touched it, the boy's body tensed up suddenly and he let out a muffled snort.

Qiao Jiang withdrew his hand suddenly, Xie Yinian relaxed his body, resting his forehead on his wrist, his voice was low and hoarse: "It's okay, you continue."

Qiao Jiang bent down, and before reaching out to touch the bruise, he exhaled lightly on the bruise, Xie Yinian's body trembled, the burning pain was replaced by the numb itching brought by the cold air, he closed his eyes, and behind his ears Diffuse a touch of reddish.

The process of applying the medicine lasted for nearly half an hour. Qiao Jiang rubbed the medicine on him while blowing on it. At the end, Xie Yinian's face was flushed.

Qiao Jiang wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead with his arm, and after washing his hands, he handed his own shirt to Xie Yinian: "Your clothes are covered in sweat, you should wear mine first."

Xie Yinian took the shirt, stretched it out and gestured on himself, raised his eyebrows: "Can I wear it?"

Qiao Jiang choked, and turned his head in embarrassment: "Then, put it on first."

The two are about the same age, but Xie Yinian is much taller than Qiao Jiang, and his figure is not as thin as him.

The setting sun is heavy, a piece of mist is gilded, and the clouds under the setting sun are like sparkling water patterns.

Qiao Jiang looked at the time, took out his mobile phone and opened the takeaway: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Xie Yinian lay lazily on the sofa: "What will you do?"

Qiao Jiang is honest: "Cook instant noodles."

Xie Yinian was not polite at all: "I want porridge, corn and pumpkin porridge or white fungus and lotus seed porridge."

Qiao Jiang drooped his head: "I can't do it."

He bought vegetables on weekends and came back to learn how to cook them. A spoonful of oil and a spoonful of salt are all according to the recipe. However, the difference between the buyer's show and the seller's show is so big that he can't eat what he makes.

Xie Yinian was surprised and raised his eyes to look at him: "You live alone and you can't even cook porridge?"

Qiao Jiang looked at him innocently: "Could it be that you will?"

Xie Yiyoun snorted: "It's been said that you brother Xie is omnipotent, so it's a trivial thing like cooking, you can do it with your hands."

Qiao Jiang's eyes widened. He really didn't expect that someone like Xie Yinian could cook.

The handicapped was immediately respectful: "Brother, are you going to do it yourself? I have everything at home."

Xie Yinian sat up on the sofa, glanced at him, and said with a hum: "For the sake of you being so careful in rubbing the medicine on me, just do it casually. Do you have anything you want?"

Qiao Jiang shook his head, trying to show like Xie Yinian that he is easy to raise: "You can do whatever you want, I can eat anything."

Little Ruan Baozi's eyes were filled with admiration, and he looked at him eagerly, Xie Yinian raised his lips, "Would you like instant noodles?"

"..." Qiao Jiang's little soft hair was stunned, "I won't eat."