Peach Branch Bubbles

Jiang Qihuai bit this bit with a little bit of strength, without saying a word, as if it brought a little depressed little unhappiness and dissatisfaction.

The red light jumped green, Tao Zhi pushed the people away at the same time against him, Jiang Qihuai glanced at the road, straightened up and followed the traffic.

His originally drooping eyebrows were raised slightly, and he seemed to be in a better mood.

Tao Zhi raised his hand and touched his lips with his fingertips. The pain eased, but he still felt a little numb.

"You bite when you talk," she said silently, "Are you a dog?"

Jiang Qihuai calmly said, "I'm not afraid you won't remember me."

As the car drove out, the sky had already darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was about to reach its tail in January. I saw that only half a month left before the New Year, and firecracker-shaped lights and stickers had already been arranged on the street. With the red lanterns that pour blessings, the New Year is full of flavor.

Tao Zhi was reminded by this scene. When she remembered something, she turned her head and wanted to ask him how to arrange for the New Year this year.

Just about to speak, his eyes fell on his indifferent side face, he hesitated for a moment, and swallowed back without saying anything.

Grandpa Jiang is gone, I don't know what the situation in his family is like now, whether he celebrates the New Year alone.

Jiang Qihuai Yu Guang caught a glimpse of her movement, and looked at the road ahead and didn't turn her head back: "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Tao Zhi turned his head, leaning back lazily back to the co-pilot, and said casually, "Are you Meishuo going to study for two years?"

"Normally speaking," Jiang Qihuai said, "but you can graduate if you have enough credits."

Probably because Jiang Qihuai has always been a figure of the god-learning level, Tao Zhi has long been used to it, so she has no real feeling about the fact that he has a good grades and skips to the master's degree. She didn't realize it until today when she met the tin foil. So, being able to complete a two-year course at Penn University in less than a year is an outrageous thing.

"It's possible in theory, but it's almost impossible in practice," she said with emotion, "how on earth did you graduate in less than a year?"

Jiang Qihuai hit the steering wheel with one hand and got on the elevated frame: "I don't rest."

Tao Zhi reacted for a while before asking: "Then have you been studying and working?"

Jiang Qihuai let out an "um".

Tao Zhi was a little unimaginable. She opened her eyes wide and looked at him and asked, "Then how many hours do you sleep every day?"

"Three or four hours," Jiang Qihuai said casually, "I think it has been very rare."

Tao Zhi was stunned.

Even though there was still a car in her heart to say, she couldn't ask any more, and she couldn't ask any more.

She didn't know if it was because of what he said, or if he didn't care when he said it, she suddenly felt that the tip of her tongue was dripping with carbonated soda, it was astringent, and it was a bit exploded.

Although it was only a few words and no more description, Tao Zhi could probably imagine what his life was like in the past few years. She even guessed the general outline, and stopped all the activity in her mind in time. Focusing on the picture that the brain made up.

Can't think about it.

He felt hard alone, whether he was lonely, tired or not, so she couldn't think about it.

After reuniting with him, Tao Zhi never asked Jiang Qihuai how you have been all these years.

At first she thought that she didn't think of it. Until this moment, she remembered Grandpa Jiang's faded kindly smiling face in the cemetery, and Tao Zhi suddenly figured it out.

She didn't forget, she just didn't dare to ask.

She is afraid to hear him say that she has had a bad life in recent years.

Tao Zhi didn't speak any more along the way after that.

Jiang Qihuai gave her a sideways glance. The little girl tilted her head against the car window, closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes covered a shadow, her breathing was light and even, as if she was asleep.

When the car stopped, she almost woke up.

"Are you home?" she asked, rubbing her eyes and stretching her waist.

Jiang Qihuai leaned over and stretched out his hand to help her push the seat belt off: "Stop eating?"

"Oh," Tao Zhi mumbled vaguely, "I forgot."

She pulled the door and got out of the car. The cold wind outside the car woke up her sleepy head. Tao Zhi stood on the side of the street and glanced back and forth before realizing the street.

Walking along the side of the street to the corner is the Night Market Street, a convenience store at the corner of the street, and then a barbecue restaurant, the one she brought him to before.

Tao Zhi: "Huh?"

Jiang Qihuai locked the car, then grabbed her scarf and pulled it up: "Let's go."

Tao Zhi followed him to the barbecue restaurant. She didn't come to this restaurant much afterwards. She didn't remember when she came last time. Tao Zhi stood by the door and looked around.

The store is twice as big as before. It is probably because the next door is also taken down, and there are a few more waiters. It is no longer the boss alone working in the front hall.

Tao Zhi and Jiang Qihuai took a seat against the wall and watched him order a fried rice first.

She suddenly remembered that when she was in high school, she took him out for a barbecue. The boy didn't eat anything, but quietly ordered a fried rice.

After ordering things, Jiang Qihuai handed the menu to the waiter, and drew two bottles of beer from the box at the back, and pushed it forward.

Tao Zhi: "?"

"Know your habits," Jiang Qihuai said, "little drunkard."

Lu Chuan must drink, she told him back then.

Although she didn't drink it for many years.

Tao Zhi only hesitated for a moment, and then he took it very simply, and rinsed a clean glass to fill it up.

Jiang Qihuai had to drive without a drink, but Tao Zhi was very excited, probably because he had been abstinent for too long, and suddenly he opened the gate, and he couldn't help it.

She has been drinking poorly.

With less than two bottles of beer on her belly, her eyelids began to redden, she supported her chin with one hand, and held the chopsticks in the other hand, trying hard to poke the grilled shrimp heads off the plate.

Jiang Qihuai looked at her and poked for a long time: "What are you doing."

"I will undress him." Tao Zhi said.

"..."

Jiang Qihuai sighed and clamped her shrimp to his plate. He took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands, then pinched the shrimp with his fingers to peel off the skin.

He threw the peeled shrimp back to her plate, and drew a clean wet tissue to wipe the sauce-soaked fingers.

Tao Zhi silently glanced at the shrimp in his bowl, then raised his head and looked at him directly.

Jiang Qihuai wiped his fingers clean and raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Tao Zhi frowned and looked at him, and said dissatisfied: "Why did you take off my clothes?"

Jiang Qihuai: "..."

With a blank face, he pinched the bottleneck of her half bottle of beer left, then picked up the teapot and poured a small cup of tea for her: "Drink tea."

Most of the tea in the barbecue stalls is very light, almost without the taste of tea, which is no different from warm water, but Tao Zhi still wrinkled his nose when he heard the word: "I don't like tea."

"Well, who do you want to share tea with." Jiang Qihuai said clearly, raising his hand and calling the waiter.

Tao Zhi's mind was a little dull at the moment, and he didn't remember what he had said before to get angry, and didn't understand what he said for a while.

She glanced at the cup of tea disgustingly, and then saw the waiter walking over with a saucer of honey and handing it to Jiang Qihuai.

Jiang Qihuai took a small spoon and scooped two small spoonfuls of honey in her teacup, and put it in front of her again: "It's sweet."

Tao Zhi was stunned.

She held the small cup and looked at it for a while, and then slowly said: "My friend said that sweet tea is not right, and it will not taste the tea."

Jiang Qihuai lowered his eyes and said casually: "It doesn't matter, you can drink whatever you want, regardless of what is right."

Tao Zhi looked at him and blinked.

She got a little bit on her face when she drank, not only her eyelids, but also the tip of her nose and cheeks, she turned slightly red. Getting drunk is the time for dinner after the college entrance examination."

Jiang raised his eyes and answered patiently, "It's been a long time indeed."

Tao Zhi raised his chin slightly, looked at him and said, "I went to find you that day, but I didn't find it."

Jiang Qihuai was stunned.

Tao Zhi pushed the plate and cup in front of him forward, and lay down on the table, repeating in a low voice, "I didn't find it, you are gone."

She put her chin on her arm and tilted her head to recall, speaking slowly, "It was very hot that day, and there were so many mosquitoes. I was sitting there," she pointed forward, "Sit there and look at the photos. You left me a lot of photos."

She watched it for a long time.

When he was a child, those times she never participated in, his precious secrets, the most important things he had never told anyone in his heart.

He didn't take them away when he left, as if these things were no longer important to him.

Because it is no longer important, so he was abandoned like a shoe.

Because it doesn't matter anymore, he doesn't want it anymore.

Tao Zhi suddenly raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were red, his voice choked uncontrollably, with a little grievance: "You don't even want the photos, do you plan to never want me?"

Jiang Qihuai looked at her, his throat moved without speaking.

It seems that the body has been numb after sitting for a long time, and the limbs, including the heart, seem to be pierced by rows of extremely small needles, dense and dense, with a sore and tingling pain.

Jiang Qihuai didn't know what kind of psychology he was holding at that time.

On the day they separated, he had too many things to tell her, but in the end, he couldn't say a word.

He didn't want her to wait, he wanted her to stride forward all the way to a wider sky.

But in case, she still has a trace of nostalgia for him.

If there is a one in ten thousand possibility, she suddenly had a whim one day and looked back at him.

He took down the photos one by one, and reposted them one by one. They were neatly stacked on the wall, waiting patiently for the person their owner wanted to come.

That was the expectation he couldn't tell anyone, he didn't want to let go of her hand anyway, it was his last bit, the only gloom and selfishness left.

He wants her to know that I like you so much.

I was a long time ago, before we were together, before you liked me, I always liked you.

As a teenager, Jiang Qihuai always thought that Tao Zhi was very comfortable in their relationship.

She had a boyfriend, she approached him easily, and naturally became intimacy with him, and then easily let him surrender.

So he chose to leave at the time.

He thought that he was actually not that important to her. Jiang Qihuai had never felt what it was like to be the "most important person" of other people. Even Jiang Qinghe, he knew clearly in his heart that Jiang Qinghe In fact, the most important person is Jiang Zhi.

He didn't expect that someone would really feel that he is such an important existence.

He did something wrong.

He totally underestimated and despised her determination and sincere love at the time.

Tao Zhi's eyes were red, and she looked at him stubbornly and persistently, as if it was a thorn in her heart. She planted it on the day she was drunk, so she has stopped drinking since then.

Until drunk again, she stubbornly pulled it out.

Jiang Qihuai didn't know how to explain clearly to her.

He couldn't say anything. After a long while, he muttered, "I want to leave it to you."

Tao Zhi sniffed and looked at him for a while, and then he hiccuped.

"Do you want me, waiting for you to come back?" she squatted.

"Yes," Jiang Qihuai said, "but I hope you don't wait for me."

Tao Zhi looked at him inexplicably, not understanding what he meant.

She worked hard to sort out her thoughts and found that it was not going well.

She gave up, squeezed her mouth unhappily, sullenly, and choked up and said: "But you have been so long, and you won't come back. You haven't wanted to come back for so long."

Jiang Qihuai's eyes fell lightly on her body, and his voice was low: "Zhizhi, I want to come back to you quickly every day."

So compress the sleep time to the limit, and then use all the remaining time for study and work.

In the days when he left her, even if it was only a month or a day earlier, he wanted to come back soon.

But he can't be impatient. Now that he has decided to go on this road, he can only walk in the direction of the exit. He can't look back, he can only do his best to go faster, and then go to the end of the road. run.

In the period after Jiang Qinghe's death, perhaps a few weeks, or even longer, Jiang Qihuai once felt that he had fallen into a desperate and paranoid dead end.

The color in his life disappeared too suddenly, too unprepared, even before he had time to react, things had already happened.

He suddenly felt like a joke in the past ten years.

All his persistence is like useless work, he can't protect anyone, and ultimately he can't do anything.

Jiang Qihuai suddenly didn't want to run forward.

He allowed himself to be swallowed bit by bit by the swamp, so tired that he didn't even bother to struggle with his fingers.

Until he received a call from Ji Fan.

He told him that Tao Zhi didn’t listen to what the family said, and went to C University to study a strange major. He said that she had spent almost all of her pocket money on expensive cameras and lenses, and that she had been with friends in the university community all over the world. Ran, and took a bunch of messy photos everywhere.

She said that she participated in a photography auction exhibition with great interest and felt confident that her photos could be scrambled by famous artists, and she felt happily that she was really a genius photographer.

That day, Jiang Qihuai sat by the bed and waited till dawn.

He raised his head blankly, and then saw the faint morning light outside the window.

He went to the auction photography exhibition that Ji Fan said.

He didn't know how many nights he had survived at the time, and his condition in all aspects was actually very poor. He didn't know why he wanted to go. It was probably just the last bit of strength, and he subconsciously wanted to grab something.

Even how he looked at the map to find it, whether the photo of her was taken at dusk or dawn, he was a little confused.

He only knew that she took two rounds of the sun.

A round accompanied by billowing red clouds hung far away on the horizon of the horizon.

Another round stepped on the sea water, stepped on the light.

Then, once again clearly shone into the mud of chaos and walked towards him.