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

After Shi He's birthday party, Yang Shaoqing felt that the relationship between him and Jiang Qixiao seemed to have eased.

He would still go and sit in the store every day as before, and Jiang Qixiao would still talk to him, but it just didn't return to the level of goodness before, and he would often be cold while talking.For some reason, he always felt that Jiang Qixiao had something on his mind, and recently he would stare at one place in a daze, in a daze.

Yang Shaoqing was a little annoyed, what can't I say to him?He didn't like the feeling of being concealed by Jiang Qixiao very much. Every time he asked Jiang Qixiao, Jiang Qixiao would just look at him with complicated eyes and say he was fine.

"Is it really okay?" Yang Shaoqing frowned, this was the fifth time he asked Jiang Qixiao, "Then can you find something to say? Is it interesting to just sit and do it all day?" He was really fed up. State of silence.

"It's really all right." Jiang Qixiao moved his eyes away and smiled slightly, "If you feel bored, go upstairs and read."

Yang Shaoqing said dissatisfiedly: "It's Chinese New Year today! What kind of books are you reading? If you want to go upstairs, you go upstairs with me! I don't know why you open the door when it's Chinese New Year."

Jiang Qixiao sighed, looked at the time, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, he stood up, "Let's go upstairs."

Aunt Yang told him in the morning that they had their New Year's Eve dinner early, and they would finish it before five o'clock, and then they should drink and play mahjong.

Instead of sitting here and staring at Yang Shaoqing, it's better to go upstairs and help Aunt Yang with something.

Jiang Qixiao closed the door and walked to the entrance of the corridor. Seeing Yang Shaoqing stretching out his arm towards him with a cane, he took two steps back, "Can't you go up the stairs by yourself, go up by yourself."

Recently, he would deliberately let Yang Shaoqing go upstairs first, because he didn't want to have any physical contact with Yang Shaoqing. This kid didn't know himself at all, he didn't know how to look at people, and he still reached out to him at this time.

Yang Shaoqing frowned again, and his tone was very strong, "You can die if you help me! Don't talk nonsense, come here."

Jiang Qixiao shook his head and said firmly, "Go by yourself."

"Fuck." Yang Shaoqing became impatient, "What's wrong with you?"

"Go by yourself." Jiang Qixiao didn't move at all, as if Yang Shaoqing didn't move and he wouldn't move either.

Yang Shaoqing glared at him, then angrily went upstairs with a cane.

No, no, Jiang Qixiao's awkwardness made him a little angry, so he had to find a way to deal with Jiang Qixiao.

He has to be cured, dragged to heaven, and he can be killed if he is held up for a while.

The Yang family's New Year's Eve dinner was spectacular, with chicken, duck, fish and all kinds of meat, and the presentation was beautiful, so Jiang Qixiao couldn't help giving Aunt Yang a thumbs up, and after tasting it, he was full of praise.

"It's not as good as you said, I just do something casually," Aunt Yang smiled on her dark face, glanced at Jiang Qixiao, and pretended to ask casually: "Xiao Jiang... New Year's Eve, Don't you go home and take a look? Don't your parents miss you very much?"

Jiang Qixiao paused.

Aunt Yang hadn't mentioned this topic before, but she silently served his share of the New Year's Eve dinner under his hint.

Jiang Qixiao knew that he would definitely be asked this question if he was celebrating the New Year in Yang's house. He was prepared in his heart and didn't panic at all. He smiled slightly, "I won't be back this year, let's see next year."

"Oh," Aunt Yang took a mouthful of rice and asked hesitantly, "Then... why did you come here?"

The question was very tactful, and Jiang Qixiao thanked her for not directly asking why she had a falling out with her family.

After spending so long at other people's homes, it's normal for others to wonder why you, a foreigner with hands and feet and a high degree of education, would come to such a small place. Jiang Qixiao thought about it and decided to give a vague answer. He put it down Chopsticks, looking at the Yang family, said half-truth, "I... had a date when I was a sophomore."

The Yang family didn't speak, and the three members of the family looked at him quietly, especially Yang Shaoqing, whose head instantly turned cloudy.

"He... his family was dissatisfied with me, and he had a big fight after graduation, so we couldn't be together." Jiang Qixiao continued, "His parents did a lot to my family in order to prevent me from interacting with him... no Good thing, I want to break up but he doesn't agree, saying that I have broken my previous vows... He is very persistent, I don't want his family to do to my family anymore, so I came to a small place and wanted to wait for a long time go back."

"People in my family... probably don't want to see me now." Jiang Qixiao's ending sound trembled a little.

Aunt Yang opened her mouth, but said nothing. She regretted paying attention to other people's private life.

Bad memories should not be brought up.

Lao Yang sighed and nodded slightly, "Stop talking, let's eat."

Yang Shaoqing stared at Jiang Qixiao coldly without taking his eyes off him.

He was in a bad mood, he couldn't tell if it was because of Jiang Qixiao's experience or because of Jiang Qixiao's attitude, it made him very irritable.

Could it be that Jiang Qixiao was indifferent to him because of this matter?

Jiang Qixiao felt Yang Shaoqing's gaze, and looked at him suspiciously.

Yang Shaoqing rolled his eyes and continued to eat.

At the end of the meal, Lao Yang asked them to raise their glasses, like on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he first said a bunch of New Year's speeches, and then drank it down. He wiped his mouth, "If that boy Shi He is here tonight, he should be with you." Let me have a drink together, soon, our family will be 18 in three months, time flies, it will be 18 years..."

Speaking of Shi He, Jiang Qixiao thought of the present he gave him this morning, and wondered if he had opened it and looked at it.

Shi He likes to smoke, Jiang Qixiao bought a 300 yuan lighter for him, but I don't know if he likes it or not.

After the meal, Aunt Yang brought them fruit, and sneaked into Jiang Qixiao's ear and said earnestly, "After all, Chinese New Year is a traditional festival in our country. Reunion Festival, no matter what, I still need to contact my family." Then, as if trying to cover up something, she raised the decibel again: "Our family doesn't have any entertaining programs for dinner. We just watch the Spring Festival Gala. There are not enough people to gamble. If you feel bored, Xiaojiang, you can take Shaoqing out for a walk."

Jiang Qixiao smiled slightly and looked at Yang Shaoqing.

It's Chinese New Year, if Yang Shaoqing wants to go out for a walk with him, of course he won't refuse.

Unexpectedly, Yang Shaoqing just looked at them indifferently, entered the room with a cane, and closed the door forcefully.

The temper came inexplicably.

Jiang Qixiao said he didn't understand.

The old couple of the Yang family said they didn't understand either.

Jiang Qixiao has no interest in watching the Spring Festival Gala with the elderly. After sitting on the sofa of the Yang family for a while, he returned to his rental house, lay down on the bed and checked Moments. After looking at the picture for a while, I had no idea to continue looking at the phone, so I threw the phone aside.

I don't know what parents are doing, Jiang Zirui should have returned to China to accompany them, after all he was not at home this year.

I haven't contacted them for half a year, and I don't know if they are in good health or not.

Jiang Qixiao leaned on one arm and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

If those bad things hadn't happened, he should have stayed at home to eat and drink with his family during the New Year, and now he is alone in a foreign land and doesn't talk about it, and he still has to lie and deceive others to avoid the secret being discovered.

Maybe this is the so-called low period?

Jiang Qixiao sighed, thought for a while, picked up the phone again, logged out of WeChat, and entered a series of numbers that he was very familiar with.

It's the cell phone number he used before.

After entering the password, Jiang Qixiao hesitated for a minute, whether to click the login button or not.

After he summoned up the courage to press the login button with his thumb, he felt all his hairs stand on end, and his little heart was beating thumpingly. He was afraid that there would be a bunch of insulting messages spilling out when he opened it.

Jiang Qixiao nervously watched the rotating circles on the screen, his eyes rolled accordingly, he held his breath, and sat up straight.

When the circle finally turned and it didn't want to turn, another white page popped up. Jiang Qixiao thought the login was successful, took a deep breath, and felt calmer. Then he saw, "For the safety of this login, this time The first login needs to verify and bind the mobile phone number."

Hold!?

Jiang Qixiao rolled his eyes at the phone.

He has been nervous for so long in vain.

He opened his bedside table, as if he had put things like mobile phone cards and ID cards here.There were not many things in the cabinet, Jiang Qixiao searched for a few seconds and found the SIM card, then unsimulated the phone, inserted it, and instantly flooded a lot of text messages, at least hundreds of them, keeping his phone running It stalled for 1 minute before stopping.

Jiang Qixiao didn't bother to see who sent these text messages. After entering the verification code to log on to WeChat, in order to prevent further freezes, he quickly deactivated the phone card again.

Maybe it's because I haven't logged in to WeChat for a long time, and a lot of data has been lost under the grinding of time. Except for a "Welcome back to WeChat" from the WeChat team, Jiang Qixiao didn't receive any news.

Jiang Qixiao clicked on the profile, and seeing the nickname disappeared, the long-lost sense of familiarity immediately surged up.

Xiaoxiao was changed by Jiang Zirui when he first got a mobile phone in high school, and it hasn't changed for so many years.

Jiang Qixiao clicked on Contacts, opened Jiang Zirui's circle of friends among the star friends, and recently posted some life photos with his parents. His mother looked much better than when he left. There is no expression, but it is okay to see the mood.

They're doing just fine without him.

Jiang Qixiao's heart instantly turned into a lemon.

He is obviously his own biological parents, but he has to separate the two places because of a relationship with him. He is really an unfilial son.

Continue to scroll down, except for some complaints about work, Jiang Zirui's circle of friends has not posted anything about him in the past six months.

Jiang Qixiao was a little lonely.

He suddenly remembered the words that Aunt Yang whispered in his ear before - "After all, Chinese New Year is a traditional festival in our country, reunion festival, no matter what, we still need to contact our family."

How about trying to get in touch with Jiang Zirui Tan Tan?

Jiang Qixiao's heart was moved. He hadn't left home for more than a month since he was a child, and he ran out alone for half a year this time. He said that it was impossible not to miss home, but he didn't know what was going on over there. Would it be bad to interrupt rashly... …

After much deliberation, Jiang Qixiao made a decision to secretly send Jiang Zirui a WeChat to try.

- Sis, are you there?

He had already made up his mind that if Jiang Zirui's reaction was not good, he would go offline immediately.

After all, Jiang Zirui strongly opposed him being with Lin Ze at the beginning.

It's a pity he didn't listen.

Jiang Zirui didn't reply to WeChat, but made a WeChat call within a minute.

The ringing rang and trembled, and Jiang Qixiao trembled in fright. He almost couldn't hold the phone steady. He bit his lower lip, and answered the phone with trembling hands.

"Xiaoxiao?" A familiar and pleasant female voice rang on the other end of the phone, and Jiang Qixiao's heart tightened suddenly.