What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

This suite has three bedrooms in total, one bathroom, one kitchen and one living room. Jiang Qixiao cleaned one bedroom and left the other two temporarily vacant.

He fell on the bed exhausted, and it was not comfortable to fall asleep with the newly bought sheets that had not been washed. He was going to buy a washing machine and refrigerator tomorrow, and he was not in a hurry for a while.

Looking back on the bad things that happened in the past few months, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Jiang Qixiao closed his eyes, his consciousness was gradually out of his control, and he fell asleep peacefully.

When I woke up again, it was past six o'clock in the afternoon, my head was still a little dazed, and my throat was not dry enough.

Jiang Qixiao set a flag for himself in his heart. From now on, he must go to bed on time, and he must sleep if he can't sleep. The quality of sleep directly affects his mental state. He doesn't want to stay in such a small place and look like he's dying all day long.

He got up from the bed and walked around the empty living room. He turned on his mobile phone and looked through the nearby takeaways. At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Jiang Qixiao wondered, who would come to him?

Opening the door, Aunt Yang stood at the door, smiling amiably at Jiang Qixiao who opened the door, the wrinkles on her face squeezed together.

"Mr. Jiang, it's your first time to come to us. Lao Yang and I will invite you to our house for dinner today." Aunt Yang said in Mandarin.

From this position, Jiang Qixiao could clearly see the furnishings of her living room. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, then thank you uncle and aunt, it's really troublesome for you."

Aunt Yang's house is very clean and spotless.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Qixiao could smell the aroma of food.

"Come on, Mr. Jiang sit down first, my son will be back in a few minutes, let's wait for him a little bit." Aunt Yang pulled Jiang Qixiao to sit at the dining table.

"Thank you," Jiang Qixiao said with a smile, "Auntie can just call me Xiao Jiang."

Aunt Yang nodded and said, "Okay, Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Qixiao compared the furniture in her house and secretly referenced what else he needed to buy.

"Hey, hello, my surname is Yang." A man who looked older than Aunt Yang came out of the kitchen, less than 1.7 meters tall, and smiled heartily at Jiang Qixiao.

Jiang Qixiao stood up from his chair and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Uncle Yang, just call me Xiaojiang."

The old couple are both surnamed Yang.

"Sit down, sit down, my son will be back from playing soon, and we will have dinner in a while, and we will be neighbors from now on, so feel free to ask us if you need anything." Uncle Yang shook hands with him, pulled out the chair and sat down, "I can help We will definitely help you."

Uncle Yang's Mandarin was slightly accented, it didn't sound harsh, and he spoke it better than most of the people Jiang Qixiao met here.

When he heard them talk about his son, Jiang Qixiao was stunned for a moment, thinking that his son still lives with his parents at such an age.

Judging by the age of the old couple in the Yang family, the son must be thirty at least.

"Okay, uncle, thank you in advance." Jiang Qixiao said.

A man in his thirties living with his parents, maybe a bachelor, and a man raised in such a small place, will be in trouble if he doesn't get along well.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qixiao retreated a little.

After sitting and waiting for less than 5 minutes, he thought he should go back and eat takeaway.

Before this idea could be extended, the door of the Yang family was opened by a key.

The dining table of their house was facing the front door, separating the entire living room. Jiang Qixiao happened to sit facing the door. When the door opened, he was the first to see someone coming.

"Are you back? Wash your hands and eat." Uncle Yang got up and went to the kitchen to serve food, and Aunt Yang also went up to greet the visitor.

"I just washed it downstairs." A boy's slightly magnetic voice came from the person who came.

Jiang Qixiao was absent-minded for a moment.

The person who came was an inch-cut, with a height of more than 183, with a schoolbag on one shoulder on his back, a white sports jacket, black overalls shorts on his lower body, and a pair of sneakers that were popular this year.

The exposed skin on the face, legs, neck, etc. was as white as milk, and was still stained with thin sweat. The bridge of the nose was straight, the lips were vermilion, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes stared at Jiang Qixiao curiously.

Jiang Qixiao remembered the scene of meeting the boy for the first time all his life.

Thinking about it many years later, I will still be amazed by this scene in my memory.

"Xiaojiang, this is my son, named Yang Shaoqing. He is a sophomore in high school this semester. He is 17 years old. Shaoqing, this is our new neighbor who moved next door. You can call him Brother Jiang, he is a foreigner." Yang The aunt took the schoolbag and took Yang Shaoqing's hand to sit on the dining table.

Yang Shaoqing didn't sit in the seat his mother had chosen for him, but pulled away the chair directly opposite Jiang Qixiao and sat down.

He looked at Jiang Qixiao with great interest, and rolled his eyes: "Outsider?"

Jiang Qixiao was surprised.

This young man named Yang Shaoqing speaks Mandarin... very standard and natural.

It seems that Aunt Yang communicated with him in Mandarin from the very beginning.

Jiang Qixiao slightly turned his head and glanced at the old couple of the Yang family, who were less than 170 meters tall, with a question mark in his heart, is this his biological son?

17 years old?

He looked away, nodded, and replied with a smile: "Yes, a foreigner, my name is Jiang Qixiao, Jiang He's Jiang, neat and tidy, and brave Xiao."

Yang Shaoqing opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Aunt Yang rushed to say: "My son is Shaoqing, the boy is young, and the city is Qingqing."

Yang Shaoqing glanced at her a little speechlessly, "Mom, can you stop saying such non-mainstream words, I'm going to throw up, it's not dirty." Turning his head to look at Jiang Qixiao: "Young and young, tilt tilt."

I don't know who came up with the name, it's very interesting.

Aunt Yang smiled triumphantly, and sat down with Uncle Yang, "Let's have dinner, let's have dinner, we're all hungry, we'll be neighbors from now on, come to us if you need anything, Xiao Jiang, you've seen my house too, Baozi Shop, usually not here, but in the shop."

Jiang Qixiao nodded his thanks with a smile, took a mouthful of food and put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up.

"Delicious! Uncle and aunt's cooking is really good!" Jiang Qixiao gave a thumbs up, a table of home-cooked dishes, the taste of which has caught up with the skills of restaurants outside.

"You invite people to come here for dinner and not buy some drinks?" Uncle Yang said in dialect.

"I forgot, my son doesn't drink those things, so I didn't remember it for a while." Aunt Yang glanced at Jiang Qixiao.

Jiang Qixiao didn't understand these two sentences, and didn't ask, and concentrated on eating the food in front of him.

The Yang family eats very slowly. In order not to appear so hurried, Jiang Qixiao also slowed down on purpose.

"Hey, Shaoqing." Lao Yang put a peanut in his mouth, "Have you confirmed your new homeroom teacher? What does it teach?"

Yang Shaoqing lowered his head and took a mouthful of rice, without looking at him, he spit out a few words: "Chinese, female, menopausal, Zhang Lijie."

"Tsk," Lao Yang put down his chopsticks in dissatisfaction, "How did the Chinese teacher lead the science class, and how did the school arrange it."

Yang Shaoqing didn't speak.

Lao Yang glanced at him and sighed a few times.

"Is basketball at Shi He's house again?" Aunt Yang asked.

"Yeah." Yang Shaoqing still didn't look up, and ate what was in the bowl by himself.

From the very beginning, he basically never reached out to pick up the food himself, it was Aunt Yang who picked it up for him.

It seems that he is a spoiled young master.Jiang Qixiao thought silently.

"How old is Xiao Jiang?"

Jiang Qixiao was a little surprised when the topic was brought up to himself, and responded to Lao Yang with a smile: "Uncle, I'm 23."

"Oh." Lao Yang nodded, "I graduated from university."

"Well, I just graduated for a year."

"How about your high school grades?" Lao Yang leaned his arms on the dining table, "Can you make up for my brother, this kid doesn't like studying, but he has a headache." His tone was very helpless.

"Of course...you can." Jiang Qixiao turned his eyes to Yang Shaoqing, "I want to set up a cram school. Brother Shaoqing can tell me the subjects that need to be supplemented. I happen to be a science student too."

If I can help the landlord as much as possible, it will be more convenient to do something in the future. After all, it will take a long time for the neighbors.

It's just... I don't know if this child will be well dismissed.

"Okay, okay." Old Yang smiled and nodded his chin towards Yang Shaoqing, "Have you heard that? If you have any questions, please contact Brother Jiang. We live in the same building, which is convenient."

Yang Shaoqing didn't look up, "Then thank you Brother Jiang."

"fine."

"Are you going out at night?" Aunt Yang asked again.

Yang Shaoqing raised his head now, his eyes were calm, but his tone was a little impatient: "No, I'm full." After speaking, he got up and walked into the room.

Jiang Qixiao looked up at the expressions of the old couple.

Kind of bad.

Clearing his throat, Jiang Qixiao smiled and said to them: "Auntie and uncle, I'm full too, so I'll go back first." It's better to slip away first.

Lao Yang picked up the chopsticks to pick up the peanuts, and nodded to him.

"Eat more, Xiao Jiang, eat enough!" Aunt Yang forced a smile.

"It's okay, I'm full, I'll go first." Jiang Qixiao stood up, walked through the Yang's living room and opened the door.

Before the door was fully opened, he heard Yang Shaoqing coming out of the room. Jiang Qixiao thought for a second, then decisively opened the door, stepped out and closed it again.

Adolescents always like to make their parents angry, and he doesn't want to feel that weird atmosphere.

He fumbled in his pocket twice, and just as he got the key, the door of the Yang family opened behind him again.

"Brother Jiang," Yang Shaoqing called to stop Jiang Qixiao, walked out and closed the door of his house, "Let's chat?"

Jiang Qixiao was taken aback for a moment, looked back at Yang Shaoqing, smiled and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

Yang Shaoqing walked towards him slowly.

Taking a closer look, Jiang Qixiao found that the boy's face was very clean, and the problems such as acne and enlarged pores that teenagers would have were completely invisible to the boy.

Not even a mole.

"Where are you from?" Yang Shaoqing stopped half a meter away from Jiang Qixiao, turned sideways, put his hands on the window in the corridor and bent slightly, looking out of the window.

Jiang Qixiao thought about it for a while, since people have taken the initiative to chat with him, let's chat.

He also walked to the window to imitate Yang Shaoqing and turned sideways, put his hands on the window sill, and stood side by side with Yang Shaoqing, smelling something that belonged to a youthful youth.

"I'm...from City A." Jiang Qixiao said.

"Oh." Yang Shaoqing raised his left eyebrow, "Northern, is it fun? What kind of place is it?"

Looking down from the window, Jiang Qixiao could see many pedestrians coming and going on the street.

Going up from this street, there is a fork in the road, one of which leads to the hillside, and the end can be clearly seen, a large plaque made of copper-colored metal objects, with a few large characters flying on it: XX County No. [-] Middle School .

"That's a..." Jiang Qixiao thought for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable word, so he used the words that often appear on TV: "A place suitable for young people."

Yang Shaoqing glanced at him and chuckled, "I've never been here before, so I can't imagine it."

Jiang Qixiao smiled, "Are you longing for it?"

"what?"

"Do you yearn for that kind of place? It's just..." Jiang Qixiao crossed his left and right hands, "far away."

Yang Shaoqing lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked at him with a half-smile: "You yearn for a distant place? That's why you came here?"

Longing for...

Jiang Qixiao said with a low smile, "I always wanted to come to the south when I was a child, to see the customs and customs of the south." It's just that I didn't expect it to be in such a situation and in such a way.

Like a bereaved dog, he fled here in a hurry.

Yang Shaoqing didn't speak.

He could vaguely feel some difference from the answer.

Maybe it's the frustrating boss of the legendary shopping mall?Or a gambler whose family went bankrupt because of gambling debts?Or a murderer who was wanted and fled to a poor place?

Several possibilities appeared in Yang Shaoqing's mind, and his face was expressionless. He was actually quite curious about Jiang Qixiao, a foreigner.

Seeing that Yang Shaoqing was silent, Jiang Qixiao looked up and saw a handsome and cool face. He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help saying a word: "All the children here are so handsome. As good-looking as you?" After speaking, the surrounding area was quiet.

When Yang Shaoqing heard this, he looked at him in surprise.

No one spoke for dozens of seconds.

Jiang Qixiao felt a little embarrassed. What the hell was he talking about? In front of the rebellious boy, he said that he was a good-looking boy. If he had a bad temper, he would probably beat him up on the spot.

Yang Shaoqing thought for a while and said, "Of course not. If everyone looks like me, this place can't be developed into a film and television academy."

Jiang Qixiao heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, his eyes drifted away a little.

That's true, even City A rarely sees such a handsome boy.

"You speak Mandarin quite well, have you never been out of the province?" Jiang Qixiao asked.

At the dinner table just now, the Yang family mostly communicated in Mandarin, and rarely spoke dialects, but according to the level of Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang, it is impossible to teach such standard Mandarin.

"Ah, didn't I tell you that I didn't go out just now?" Yang Shaoqing straightened up, took a step back, shook his neck, and twisted his wrist.

Bones crackled.

"Self-taught Mandarin?" Jiang Qixiao turned to look at him.

"No..." Yang Shaoqing quickly swung a few punches into the air.

Yo, Bruce Lee fan.

Jiang Qixiao didn't continue this topic, and raised his chin toward the distant hillside, "Is that school over there a high school?"

"Yes, County No. [-] Middle School."

County No. [-] Middle School?

Just looking at the gate is really... quite crude.

"How many high schools in your county? By the way, which school do you go to?" Jiang Qixiao asked.

You have to make notes in advance, and you may start recruiting students from this kid in the future.

"Six high schools, I went to No. [-] middle school, so close to home." Yang Shaoqing was a little puzzled, "Why do you ask this?"

"I'll start a cram school in the future," Jiang Qixiao glanced at him, "Of course it's free for you."

Yang Shaoqing said "oh".

"I'm going back." Jiang Qixiao straightened up, ready to walk to his door.

"Jiang Qixiao!" Yang Shaoqing suddenly called out.

Jiang Qixiao turned to look at him, and asked a little funny: "Why?" It was obviously Brother Jiang's just now.

"I'll go first." Yang Shao tilted his chin, turned his head and left expressionlessly.

Seeing his back disappear, Jiang Qixiao smiled again.

What a spirited young man.

Jiang Qixiao went back to the house, took a shower, and lay down. It was only after eight o'clock in the evening. After watching two episodes of TV with streaming data, he became sleepy.

After sleeping for so long in the afternoon and being sleepy so early, Jiang Qixiao really wanted to make up for what he hadn't slept before. Jiang Qixiao yawned and covered himself with the quilt and fell asleep.