Red plums reflect youth

The cold wind came in from the study window, and Ziqing shivered involuntarily.Watching the bright sky outside the window gradually darken, becoming the thick of night, the bright moon quietly climbed up the branches.

It has been three hours and no one has come.Ziqing's face was expressionless, but her back straightened even more.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed across the window, and a cloth bag was thrown over.

Looking up, I saw Qiao Yang sitting leaning on the window, smiling at him.

"Eat quickly, don't starve yourself. This bean paste bun is still warm."

Ziqing picked up the cloth bag beside him and opened it to see that the white bean paste bag was still steaming.His hands trembled, but he refused to eat.

"You're going to be punished on behalf of that kid, don't make it hard for yourself." Qiao Yang smiled again, the moonlight soaked his handsome side face, it was so soft.

Ziqing looked at the person on the window, suddenly felt a little dazed, lowered his head and started eating.

"Haha, you just protect that kid, and I don't see how much conscience that kid has, and he's so frightened that he's hiding in the room and crying."

"Don't worry about it." Ziqing didn't look up, just ate the red bean paste buns, it seemed that he was really hungry.

Qiao Yang felt unbalanced, obviously he was thinking about him and brought him food, so it's fine if he wasn't grateful, but he still had this attitude.So he snorted and jumped out of the window: "If you don't care, don't care, you will suffer from the cold and starve here alone." After saying that, he walked to the east wing.

Ziqing stared at his leaving back and was stunned, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

After an unknown amount of time, the door creaked open.A figure sneaked in stealthily, dragging a large cloth bag dangling behind his back.

"Brother Ziqing, I've brought you food and a quilt!" Qiao Sheng hehehe dragged the cloth bag to Ziqing.

"Qiao Sheng, what are you doing here so late?" Ziqing said in shock.

Qiao Sheng opened his big watery eyes and rubbed against Ziqing's body: "It's all my fault. I should be the one kneeling here." As he spoke, he sniffled and was about to cry.

Ziqing sighed, and gently stroked Qiao Sheng: "Don't be so rash in the future, ah, this time..."

"Don't worry, the elder brother said he will find a solution." Qiao Sheng suddenly remembered something, and began to untie the cloth bag, taking things out one by one.First I took out two dumplings, then a pillow, a cape, a quilt... and things like comic books, marbles...

Ziqing couldn't help but said, "Why did you bring these? My brother is not hungry or cold, so pack up quickly and go back to sleep."

"No, no, Qiao Sheng wants to kneel with his brother." He said and put the cloak on Ziqing, then sat aside and put the quilt on himself.

"Stop messing around, what if you catch a cold, what if your parents find you here?"

Qiao Sheng began to cry, hugged Ziqing, and rubbed his chubby face into Ziqing's arms: "I'll go back before dawn, okay, I don't want brother Ziqing here alone. "

Ziqing froze for a moment, feeling the warmth from Qiao Sheng's warm little body, but was speechless for a moment.