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Jiang Miao was really angry, and her heart throbbed with anger.

When he got in the car, he even felt that if it was later, his eyes would turn red in front of Luo Yuchuan, and he might shed a few tears.

This emotion was extremely turbulent, and Jiang Miao was not unfamiliar with it. Before leaving Jiang's house, he had experienced such emotional shock countless times since he was a child.

However, it was not as strong as this time.

Jiang Miao has always held a feeling of gratitude to Luo Yuchuan.Not just because Luo Yuchuan helped him send Jiang Yan away today.

The last time I went to the bar to pick up Wu Xia, it was Luo Yuchuan who said to that young master Qiao, "Since you are fine, you might as well let him go."

From childhood to adulthood, no matter what happened, whether it was his fault or not, the adults only told him to be obedient, to be good, to be sensible, and not to cause trouble.

He never gave him a chance to defend himself, and he was stingy with leaving an extra minute for the matter of "listening".

At best he is a motionless puppet.

Therefore, Jiang Miao would be grateful to those who helped him speak out.

What's more, Luo Yuchuan still has a sense of intimacy for him.

However, Luo Yuchuan, who made him so grateful and kind, asked him with a pitiful attitude, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

Jiang Miao was very hurt.

The turbulent emotion that caused him to flee in a hurry is called grievance.

What do you want me to say?Jiang Miao thought.

Is it because you helped me today that I have to dig out all my scars to show you?

Moreover, with that scrutiny, does it mean that I have done something wrong?

You never know me, isn't it unfair to me?

Jiang Miao put her hands in her pockets, clutching her cell phone tightly.

The corners of his mouth were tense, looking at the retreating street outside the car window, the feeling of emptiness in his heart hadn't completely passed.

Leaving Jiang's house, even in the most embarrassing time, he had never felt so uncomfortable.

He leaned back, sighing silently.

It turns out that I still care about it.

The eyes of others, the evaluation of others, the pity of others...

Or maybe, because that person is Luo Yuchuan.

He is grateful, friendly, and willing to approach and make friends with Luo Yuchuan.

After getting off at the gate of the community, Jiang Miao walked slowly inside.

Along the way, his emotions have calmed down a lot, the grievance has receded, and he is now angry at his own reaction.

Hypocritical.

Obviously there could be a better way to deal with it, but I chose the stupidest one.

There is also a kind of apprehension.

Being so restless and overreacting is not like my usual self.

Calm down and think, Luo Yuchuan is actually caring about him, isn't he?

Waiting for him to get off work hungry, take him to have supper—although without consent—but the first thing to worry about is whether Jiang Yan and the others will come to trouble him.

Maybe he could say that Luo Yuchuan asked a disrespectful question, but he had no reason to accuse him of caring.

Luo Yuchuan's attitude may be to underestimate him, but the reality is that Luo Yuchuan is doing a decent job with a high salary, while he is just a shoe store clerk.

Their identities, occupations and social status are so different, what position does he have to ask Luo Yuchuan to put aside all these to understand his soul.

This is also unfair.

Back in the shared room, Wu Xia sat on the sofa and watched TV. When he saw him coming back, he pointed to the refrigerator and said, "There are strawberries, wash them."

Jiang Miao responded, changed her shoes and went back to the house, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

Pushing open the bathroom door, he turned and looked at Wu Xia: "Today I..."

"Huh?" Wu Xia stared at the TV and responded casually.

Jiang Miao thought for a while, then shook her head: "It's okay."

He went into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the shower, undressed and took a shower.

"Papa", it was Wu Xia who came knocking on the door and shouted outside, "How can you say a word? What's the matter?"

Jiang Miao was helpless, he took the shampoo on the shelf next to it, and said, "I forgot to buy shampoo today, I will borrow it from you."

"...I'll go, do you care about such a trivial matter?" Wu Xia knocked on the door twice depressedly, "Why are you being polite to me?"

Hearing that Wu Xia had already gone back to watch TV, Jiang Miao sighed while applying shampoo to her hair.

He actually wanted to tell Wu Xia what happened today.

Talk about Jiang Yan coming to make trouble, talk about Luo Yuchuan.

But at the beginning, I felt that there was nothing to say about this matter.

What he has to consider now is whether to continue the job in the shoe store.

Jiang Yan might not tell Jiang Ze'an about his work in the shoe store. For Jiang Yan, it would be better if Jiang Ze'an never knew his whereabouts.

However, there was no guarantee that Jiang Yan would not come again. Jiang Miao told Luo Yuchuan that they probably would not come. In fact, he knew that this younger brother would not stop until he lost his job due to trouble.

Why wait until then?

The shoe store's income is not high, and the tutors' schedules are not very regular because of their own schedules. This will affect the effectiveness of the tutoring, so it's better to concentrate on doing it.

However, for him, tutoring is only a temporary emergency measure.

Jiang Miao wondered if she was too stubborn about some things before, such as not taking pictures before redeeming the camera.

Why give up what you are better at?Just for a little bit of dignity that the Jiang family didn't see at all?

Jiang Miao wiped her face and shook her head vigorously, causing water droplets to splash everywhere.

He suddenly smiled and said softly, "Fool."

Luo Yuchuan was sitting on the sofa in the living room smoking, and there was already a pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table.

In the living room, only a floor lamp beside the sofa was lit, illuminating a small corner on the other side of the sofa.

Luo Yuchuan was smoking a cigarette in the darkness, he was very annoyed.

From the time Jiang Miao got in the car and left, until he drove home, the annoyance didn't dissipate, but became more and more tormenting.

Knowing Jiang Miao until now, he knows exactly what he is thinking in his heart.

He had contempt, and he had doubts.

Qiao Ruige's remarks finally had an impact on him.

However, he was still a little bit attracted to Jiang Miao involuntarily.

The name I wrote down on paper unconsciously, I will chase after seeing the same name, but I will also laugh when I see him laughing...

What's more, he had seen Jiang Miao's hidden talent, which surprised him.

He even wanted to tell Qiao Ruige that what you said was wrong, this person is different from what you said.

However, what qualifications does the subconsciously affected self have to blame Qiao Ruige?I'm just stupid.

There was nothing but regret and apologies to Jiang Miao.

Obviously, he wanted to understand him better, to treat him well, and to go further.

But this step was broken by himself.

Luo Yuchuan looked at the phone and moved his thumb unconsciously.

There is Jiang Miao's phone number on his phone, which was left when he called Wu Xia at the bar last time.

But calling now would only make things more embarrassing.

It was not too surprising that Jiang Miao would walk away.After all, at the bar, he also paid back to Song Zhe in a neither humble nor humble way.

Luo Yuchuan leaned his head back on the sofa, took a puff of his cigarette, and watched the white smoke drift towards the ceiling and escape in the dim light.

He sat up and put out the remaining half of a cigarette in the ashtray.

He was going to wash up and go to bed.

What's the use of worrying now, let's make up for it in the future.

It is not that there is no chance to meet again.

The mobile phone reminded that there was a text message, Luo Yuchuan clicked on it, it was from Luo Wei.

Probably Zhang Jing had told him about buying the guitar and told Luo Yuchuan about it. This time, Luo Wei didn't wait for Luo Yuchuan to ask, and sent a text message directly with the brand and model number of the guitar.

Looking at the familiar Japanese brand, Luo Yuchuan made some calculations in his mind, and searched with his mobile phone. Sure enough, the one that Luo Wei wanted to buy had an online price of nearly 2000, which was more than [-] more expensive than the earphones last time.

Last time he called and said a few words to Luo Wei, but today he didn't want to say anything, and just clicked on WeChat to transfer money.

Just before the confirmation, the 2000 in the amount column was changed to 1000.

After transferring the money, Luo Yuchuan went to take a shower, and when he came out, he saw seven or eight missed calls on his phone, all of which were from Luo Wei.

While wiping his hair with a towel, Luo Yuchuan dialed the phone back.

"Why don't you answer the phone?" Luo Wei answered it almost immediately, sounding very unhappy.

Luo Yuchuan put the towel on his shoulders, went to the table to pour water, and said, "Take a bath."

"...Oh, you didn't see my text message?"

Luo Yuchuan took a sip of water and said, "I see."

"I saw you..." Luo Wei paused, and suppressed his already raised voice, "One thousand is not enough, it's too far away."

Luo Yuchuan didn't speak, but drank water silently.

Luo Wei couldn't wait for him to respond, so he softened his voice and said: "Brother, I have carefully compared this, and I have also tried it in the store. It is really good, and it is a very cost-effective piano. Those terrifying master pianos..."

"Don't think about it, Master Qin, let's talk about it after you become a master."

Luo Wei choked for a moment, then clicked his tongue: "That one thousand is too short, I can ask my mother for another thousand at most."

"Don't you have some money? Have you run out of New Year's money?"

"I don't usually use it? It's expensive to go to college now, okay?" Luo Wei said angrily.

"Oh," Luo Yuchuan turned and leaned against the table, his eyes fell on a row of paper bags on the side cabinet, "You can go to work if you don't have money."

"Part-time job?" Luo Wei seemed to have heard something incredible, "You asked me to go part-time job?"

Luo Yuchuan looked at the row of paper bags containing shoes, and the image of Jiang Miao crouching on the ground to try on shoes flashed in his mind, and he gave a cold "hmm".

Luo Wei shouted: "How can I have time to work? I want to take classes, practice the piano, and learn to compose. What kind of job do you want me to do? You..."

"Distributing leaflets, delivering food, supermarket promotions, whatever you choose, oh, you are also welcome to join KFC McDonald's."

Luo Wei was quiet for a while, and he could hear his heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. After a while, he said, "Luo Yuchuan, what do you mean? My mother at home is reluctant to let me do housework. You let me distribute flyers and go to KFC McDonald's to close the market." son?"

"What else do you think you can do?" Luo Yuchuan looked at the five pairs of shoes, his eyes gradually turned cold, "Do you think it's easy to hand out leaflets and collect dishes? Why do you look down on things you can't do? You don't even have this salary If you can’t earn it, what right do you have to look down on it?”

"Luo Yuchuan, believe it or not..."

"Tell mom? Whatever you want, in short, I will only give you so much, not enough? It's none of my business."

Luo Yuchuan hung up the phone, and Luo Wei called several times in succession, but he hung up all of them.

This seemed to be the first time he said the five words "it's none of my business" to Luo Wei's request.

It was surprisingly relaxing.

It turned out that saying this sentence was not as difficult as imagined.

Luo Yuchuan leaned on the table and slowly drank the water in the cup, and put the five pairs of shoes into the cabinet.

In the wechat classmate group, chatting about the alumni reunion was in full swing.

Luo Yuchuan opened the PC version of WeChat, glanced at it occasionally, and didn't really participate in their discussion.

But it is not completely ignorant of the process.

He has a rough idea of ​​the time, place, and activity schedule of the class reunion, and when Ding Xi confirms one by one in the group, he will answer "I know".

In the past two days, I don't know who suggested it, saying that it is rare to have such an opportunity for everyone to get together, so it is better to make a commemorative book of the class reunion.

So now I am making suggestions, how to make a yearbook, whether to make an electronic version or a printed matter, how to calculate the cost, whether students who cannot come to participate need to keep a copy, etc...

Luo Yuchuan replied to a few work emails, made a few more phone calls, checked a few blueprints with his colleagues, sat down again, scanned the records in the group, and saw that someone had mentioned him.

Ding Xi: Do you need a professional to make a yearbook?At least those with a certain level of art, the group of us, can paint houses, but things that require artistic skills may not be done well.

Hou Langyi: That's right, I can't do it, I can probably explain that with a picture and a few sentences.

Zhang Jian: Shall we let Yuchuan come?Isn't he doing a collection for Teacher Yuan?It happened to be familiar.

Li Ran: Yuchuan is so busy with work, don't add trouble to him.

Zhang Jian: Hey

Fang Xingyuan: Yes, he is so enthusiastic.

……

Luo Yuchuan rubbed his fingers on the keyboard for a while, but decided to pretend not to see it.

He might not think about enthusiasm or anything else, but when Fang Xingyuan said it, it was inexplicably sarcasm.

Luo Yuchuan checked the time and it was almost time to get off work, so he started to pack his things.

Today he is going to Yuan Kuohai's house to show Yuan Kuohai the materials of a group of outstanding students that have been processed.

Knowing that he was going, Xie Yunfang told him to stay for dinner early in the morning, and she specially prepared his favorite dishes.

Before arriving at the teacher's quarters of Z University, Luo Yuchuan went to the fruit supermarket to buy some seasonal fruits. As soon as he entered the door, Xie Yunfang smiled and said, "It's better to go back to your own home, and you will come back empty-handed."

Luo Yuchuan also smiled and said, "When I go back to my home, I can't go empty-handed."

Yuan Kuohai greeted him while sitting on the sofa: "Come here, show me the things first, your wife will have to cook for a while."

Luo Yuchuan printed out all the materials that had been sorted out and bound them briefly. He wanted to hear the old man's opinion, whether there were any materials that needed to be supplemented, and he also wanted to ask the old man's thoughts on the design of the typesetting and binding.

After all, the greater significance of this collection is to keep the old man as a personal commemoration, and it is a proof of his fruitful educational career throughout his life.

Wearing presbyopic glasses, Yuan Kuohai looked through them carefully, pointing out any problems and opinions immediately, and Luo Yuchuan took a pen to write them down in his notebook.

These are actually rough opinions. When the time comes, the data will be completely collected and sorted out, and I will have to check with the old man again.

After reading a document, Yuan Kuohai seemed to be stunned, and flipped through it again. He took off his reading glasses and stared at Luo Yuchuan: "Why is there no one about you?"

Luo Yuchuan was putting the pen and notebook back into the bag, and said with a smile, "I don't need it."

Yuan Kuohai frowned: "Why not?"

Luo Yuchuan still smiled and said, "I'm not that good."

"Who said that?" Yuan Kuohai patted the stack of documents, "Compared with them, how are you worse? In terms of school grades, work experience, and work achievements, what's the difference?"

Luo Yuchuan handed a cup of tea to the old man: "You can let me keep a low profile, old man."

Yuan Kuohai took the tea and snorted: "Why should you be low-key when it should be high-profile? Add your information and add a few photos of you. Look at the ones they handed in. Some of the photos were taken in a photo studio. Well, you can also take a few better ones, such a handsome young man, is he still afraid of meeting people?"

Luo Yuchuan also took a sip of tea, smiled and said nothing.

The old man asked him to add the information, and he would not stubbornly object, but he never paid much attention to taking pictures, thinking that it would be better to post a two-inch ID photo when the time comes.

Yuan Kuohai made up his mind and said: "This is easy to handle. Let your senior take pictures for you. His level of shooting will not be worse than those who go to the studio to shoot. It just so happens that the couple are here today Let's eat, and I'll talk to him later."

Luo Yuchuan never expected that it would be Jiang Miao who came in behind Yuan Yingying and Jiang Hao.

Jiang Miao was also stunned, listening to Jiang Hao's introduction to them in a daze.

He came to Jiang Hao today to pick up a USB flash drive. Jiang Hao asked him to help process a batch of photos, saying that they were the works of his group of photographers. He asked Jiang Miao for help when he was too busy. By the way, he also asked Jiang Miao to practice. Don't waste it, those photographers will pay some fees.

Jiang Miao knew in her heart that Jiang Hao was helping him.

Originally, he was about to leave after taking the USB flash drive, but Yuan Yingying came back and said that her father would treat her to dinner today, and warmly invited Jiang Miao to join him.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet Luo Yuchuan.

It has been four or five days since the last time they broke up, and when they met at this time, both of them were a little embarrassed.

It was only then that Luo Yuchuan knew that Jiang Miao and Jiang Hao had a very close relationship, and secretly felt that he was slow to react. When he saw the exhibition of the photography club, he forgot that Jiang Hao's senior was a senior enthusiast.

Jiang Hao didn't notice the subtle atmosphere between the two of them. He pointed to a photo wall in the living room and said, "Xiao Jiang helped me decorate that photo wall."

There is a photo wall in the living room that Luo Yuchuan has noticed a long time ago. At the bottom of the cork wall, photos of Yuan Kuohai's lectures and awards are pinned to it with thumbtacks. There are more photos of some students, including group photos of students, and group photos with Yuan Kuohai. Take a souvenir.

Jiang Hao walked towards the photo wall, and said: "The old man is very satisfied with this wall. When guests come, he likes to introduce them to them. Where is this photo taken? Who is it? We can talk about old people when we chat." long time."

Yuan Kuohai held the teacup and said cheerfully, "It's all memories."

Xie Yunfang came out with a plate of dishes and said with a smile: "That's because Xiao Jiang has a good temper. I listened to you nagging in every photo and didn't think you were annoying."

Jiang Miao hurried over to help serve the dishes, but Luo Yuchuan didn't want Luo Yuchuan to go up to pick them up. Both of them were stunned, not knowing whether to extend or take away their hands.

Xie Yunfang pushed the two of them apart: "Just sit and wait for food."

Luo Yuchuan smiled awkwardly, glanced at Jiang Miao, hesitated to say something, and heard Jiang Hao calling him.

"Come and see, there's you on here." Jiang Hao stood by the photo wall and beckoned Luo Yuchuan to come over.

"With me?"

Luo Yuchuan walked over. It was not the first time he had seen this photo wall, but he had never paid attention to it, and Yuan Kuohai would not talk about those photos to him.

So, he saw himself on the photo wall for the first time.

It's a photo with Yuan Kuohai.

It wasn't when I was in school, it should be during the Mid-Autumn Festival a few years ago, when Luo Yuchuan came to visit the old man and drank tea with the old man, Jiang Hao took a snapshot when he was practicing with his camera.

In the photo, both Luo Yuchuan and Yuan Kuohai looked at the camera, the old man smiled heartily, and Luo Yuchuan was smiling with eyes as bright as stars.

Therefore, there is an ulterior motive in being able to call out "Mr. Luo" as soon as he sees him. Jiang Miao clearly knows him, but it's just that he doesn't have Daoming.

Luo Yuchuan turned to look at Jiang Miao, who smiled slightly, as if he didn't want to explain more.

Luo Yuchuan's heart was like a ray of sunshine, and his whole body became warm.