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A few seconds after Yan Xiaomu ran out of the classroom, he yelled "Oops" from the corridor, followed by a dull and loud noise.

Several students on duty in the classroom all ran out to watch the excitement, Xu Qingqiao jumped in his right eye, followed to take a look, and then saw Yan Xiaomu lying on the ground with his legs up.

The corridor floor had just been washed, Yan Xiaomu walked in a hurry and accidentally fell.

It was indeed a heavy fall. When Xu Qingqiao carried her back to the infirmary, she was already stunned. She lay on her back in a daze without tears until she heard the doctor in the infirmary say that she might go to the hospital to take a picture. After X-ray examination of the bones, he realized the pain, and curled up on the bed in the infirmary, covering his face and not speaking.

Xu Qingqiao took his hands off his face and saw the man's silent tears streaming down his face.

After all, it is squeamish.

Xu Qingqiao seldom coaxed people, but she also knew that Yan Xiaomu's fall had nothing to do with her, so she could only move a chair and sit beside Yan Xiaomu, and stay with him first.

Lao Huang rushed over first, and he had already yelled "my little ancestor" all the way before he entered the door. He hadn't been the head teacher for a month, and someone in his class went to the hospital.

Yan Xiaomu's buttocks were on the ground, and he didn't have any skin trauma. If he went to the hospital to take an X-ray, if the bones were fine, just rub some medicated oil for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

After contacting Yan Xiaomu's mother, Lao Huang first drove Yan Xiaomu to the nearest hospital. After Xu Qingqiao carried Yan Xiaomu into the car, he saw the man's eyes swollen like walnuts, so he decided to go with him hospital's.

Yan Xiaomu's butt hurt, and he couldn't sit still all the way, so he always swayed on his side, Xu Qingqiao asked Yan Xiaomu to put his hands on his shoulders, so that his body could have a point of strength.

Before the car arrived at the hospital, Yan Xiaomu had consciously changed from holding Xu Qingqiao's shoulders to hugging Xu Qingqiao's neck, and he almost shrunk into Xu Qingqiao's arms.

When they arrived at the hospital, Xu Qingqiao was carried upstairs all the way.

While waiting for the film to be finished, Xu Qingqiao answered a few calls in the hospital corridor. The school regulations stated in black and white that students are not allowed to bring mobile phones. Lao Huang could only lean against the railing and look up at the scenery, pretending not to see Xu Qingqiao's mobile phone.

When Lin Xiangyu rushed over, Yan Xiaomu's film had just come out, but luckily his bones were fine.

Lin Xiangyu took Lao Huang and Xu Qingqiao's hands and thanked him for a long time, Yan Xiaomu remembered to ask where his schoolbag was, and Xu Qingqiao told him that the student on duty picked it up and put it back to class.

Xu Qingqiao's bicycle was parked at the school, and Yan Xiaomu's schoolbag was also at the school, so Lin Xiangyu went back by herself, and then Lao Huang hurriedly carried the two of them back to school.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but after knowing that his bones were fine, Yan Xiaomu seemed to be able to bear the pain suddenly, and he didn't feel ashamed to continue to rely on others on the way back to school.

When we arrived at the school gate, the street lights near the school were also turned on.

Although he didn't hurt his bones, Yan Xiaomu still limped when he walked. Xu Qingqiao had long legs, so he had to stop and wait for him after taking two steps.

Yan Xiaomu was still thinking about sleeping in someone's arms on the way to the hospital, afraid that Xu Qingqiao would find him annoying, so he pushed Xu Qingqiao's arm at the school gate and whispered, "You can go, don't wait for me."

Xu Qingqiao pulled his arm to stand under the street lamp, and said, "Wait for me here, and I'll get you your schoolbag."

When Xu Qingqiao said this, the light from the street lamp fell on his head, and his whole body seemed to be glowing. Yan Xiaomu secretly thought, even if Xu Qingqiao is really a bad guy, he is still the best of the bad guys.

So Yan Xiaomu waited obediently, and after a while Xu Qingqiao came out on a mountain bike with Yan Xiaomu's blue canvas bag hanging on the handlebar.

Yan Xiaomu took the schoolbag and dawdled on the ground before leaving, Xu Qingqiao asked him if his home was far from here, Yan Xiaomu said that it would be just around the corner.

Xu Qingqiao didn't say anything else, and turned the car to leave, but Yan Xiaomu tugged at the corner of her clothes.

"What's wrong?" Xu Qingqiao asked him.

"Thank you today." Yan Xiaomu's cheeks flushed slightly, as if he was embarrassed.

Xu Qingqiao hummed to accept his thanks.

Seeing that Yan Xiaomu was still holding on to the hem of his clothes, Xu Qingqiao said, "Aren't you afraid of me now?"

Yan Xiaomu raised his head at once, then remembered to let go of the corner of his clothes, and said falteringly, "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of."

Xu Qingqiao saw that the man in front of him stopped grabbing the hem of his clothes, but was about to tear his trouser pockets with his hands, and immediately found it interesting, so he said, "Have you heard about me?"

A simple question made Yan Xiaomu's face tense instantly. Xu Qingqiao thought he would not answer, but within a few seconds, Yan Xiaomu looked up into his eyes and pursed his lips, as if trying to muster up courage , Said to him: "I will not be prejudiced against you just because you are a gangster."

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When Yan Xiaomu said this, he didn't know what to do. He didn't expect that Xu Qingqiao suddenly reached out and rubbed his head. When he realized it, Xu Qingqiao had already left on his bicycle.

Yan Xiaomu's small head turned slowly and worked hard. Touching his head means he doesn't hate it, and if he doesn't hate it, Xu Qingqiao won't find someone to beat him up.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaomu laughed like a flower, humming a little tune all the way home.

At night Yan Xiaomu was lying on the bed, and Lin Xiangyu applied the medicated oil for him. Before touching his hands, Yan Xiaomu had already run out with a series of groans.

The shoulder blades on both sides were quite red, so Lin Xiangyu held him down and rubbed him vigorously a few times.

"Mom, I hurt!" Yan Xiaomu writhed on the bed like a dehydrated fish.

"Let's see if you dare to run in the corridor next time." Lin Xiangyu rubbed her hands with medicated oil and covered his shoulders, "You have to thank your classmate, your teacher Huang said that he carried you all the way. "

Yan Xiaomu giggled for a while, then turned his head and said, "Mr. Huang didn't say that he is my deskmate?"

"Just the one in the first grade you mentioned?" Lin Xiangyu exclaimed.

"Mom, I'm really good too. I've been admitted to the liberal arts class!" Yan Xiaomu solemnly repeated what Lin Xiangyu said before.

"That's right, everyone is seventeen or eighteen, and our Xiaomu is only 15 years old." Lin Xiangyu laughed wildly, pinching Yan Xiaomu's face with her hands covered with medicated oil.

Lin Xiangyu left the room after helping Yan Xiaomu paint his shoulders and back, and asked him to paint his buttocks by himself.

When Xu Qingqiao arrived in class early the next morning, she found that Yan Xiaomu didn't seem to be afraid of him anymore. She was sitting on the seat holding a bag of milk and sucking vigorously. When she saw him, she bit the bag and gave him a sweet smile.

The morning reading was English, Yan Xiaomu stared at the pile of English in the textbook and read it very seriously. If Xu Qingqiao saw that Yan Xiaomu failed in the quiz two days ago, he would have thought that he had the potential to make it to the Qing Dynasty.

When Xu Qingqiao sat down, Yan Xiaomu turned to him and said, "My butt doesn't hurt so much anymore."

It seemed that Xu Qingqiao had already expressed his concern for him.

Xu Qingqiao saw that he was not too old, at least he didn't look like a high school student. He was a sophomore for some reason, and he didn't pay attention yesterday, so he carried him on his back like a younger brother, and didn't want to follow him. He meant to get closer.

Xu Qingqiao didn't plan to develop it, but Yan Xiaomu put the relationship at ease, and passed a note to Xu Qingqiao again this day.

It was the end of the month and Xu Qingqiao was busy catching up with the sketches, and the note in the table hole was not opened for a class. When the class was over, Yan Xiaomu lay on the table with his chin resting on the back of his hand, and turned to him and asked, "Is it okay?"

Xu Qingqiao thought he wanted to ask a question, but remembered that this person cried when he came back from the office after asking the teacher last time, it was pitiful, and said without raising his head, "Yes."

The current line draft is too complicated and detailed, Xu Qingqiao focused on the drawing at hand, and soon forgot whether Yan Xiaomu gave him the topic.

There was no regular class on Friday afternoon, Xu Qingqiao always left early, with holiday homework and paintings in her satchel, and left through the back door after the first get out of class.

On the weekend and the National Day, there were seven days off in total. On the first day of the National Day, Xu Qingqiao received a call from Yan Xiaomu.

"Xu Qingqiao, are you up yet?" Yan Xiaomu's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Xu Qingqiao glanced at his watch, it was almost twelve o'clock at noon, he ignored his words, and asked him first: "Where did you get my number?"

"I asked Teacher Huang." Yan Xiaomu said, "You walked too fast yesterday, and you disappeared when I came back from the bathroom."

Xu Qingqiao asked him what was the matter, and he heard Yan Xiaomu say on the other end of the phone: "I said yesterday that I would treat you to milk tea during the holiday, and you said yes, don't you remember?"

So Xu Qingqiao finally knew what was written on the note.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Xiaomu took two cups of milk tea to an address that Xu Qingqiao had mentioned. It happened that the address was not too far from his home, and he could walk there in 10 minutes. Otherwise, he would have asked Lin Xiangyu to ride a small electric donkey carry him.

The address Xu Qingqiao gave was not far away, but it was very difficult to find. Yan Xiaomu had no chance to know it. It happened that he was bored riding a bicycle back and forth in the nearby alleys during the summer vacation of his freshman year of high school last year, and accidentally bumped into it once.

It is a studio surrounded by several old residential buildings.

You have to climb a long, open-air iron staircase to reach a slightly lower roof terrace. On one side of the terrace, there is another shorter iron staircase leading to the roof of another building, where the studio is located.

Several buildings are close together, and iron stairs are the fastest shortcut.

The last time Yan Xiaomu came here out of curiosity, he stood on the middle terrace and took a look at the studio from a distance.

The studio is not big, but the signboard is big. The name of the shop is "Rooftop Studio". The name is easy to remember, but Yan Xiaomu has a bad memory, so he still remembers it.

So when Xu Qingqiao casually mentioned the rooftop studio on the phone, Yan Xiaomu immediately remembered it.

The door of the studio was open, and there was no one in the room except the easel, the drawing board and the paint brushes all over the floor, but there was a voice coming in from the back door, so Yan Xiaomu walked through the studio and out the back door.

Behind the studio is a terrace with a shed in the middle and a pool table.

Xu Qingqiao discovered Yan Xiaomu when he leaned over to take aim at the ball. This person was standing by the back door, looking out. He wore a white T-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, and his skin was so white that it shone under the sun.

The hanging left and right hands each carry a long and thin bag, which seems to contain milk tea.

The roof studio is actually not a formal studio. Xu Qingqiao thought that Yan Xiaomu would give up if he couldn't find it. He didn't even disclose the specific address on the phone, but he didn't expect this person to come.

Take your eyes back, aim at the target ball, make a precise shot, and hit the ball into the pocket.

Before Xu Qingqiao finished his shot, Da Fu, who was squatting in the corner smoking, had already walked to Yan Xiaomu's side first.

Dafu is the owner of this studio. He graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts. At the age of 28, besides helping his family collect rent, he also runs this unprofitable studio.

Dafu was tall and thick, with tattoos on half of his arms. He stood in front of Yan Xiaomu, who had thin arms and legs. flower stand.

Soon Dafu turned around and said in a rough voice, "Xu Qingqiao, this kid is looking for you!"

Xu Qingqiao straightened up, and saw the "child" Dafu called running towards him with two arms swinging, two cups of milk tea shaking violently in his hand.

There was no distance of five meters, but this man was running out of breath. Running in front of him didn't count, and he shrank behind him, as if hiding from Dafu, completely forgetting what he was doing here.