Deliberately Contaminated

Dancheng Municipal Library, the air conditioner is fully turned on, the surroundings are quiet, and there are occasional footsteps and the sound of flipping books. Mingshuang slept extraordinarily soundly, very relieved and heavy, and stretched when she woke up.

The girl's slender curves and slender waist are unobstructed.

The young man opposite heard the movement and just looked up at her, bumping into this scene.

He quickly looked away.

After Mingshuang woke up, she continued to read.

Jiang Huai was drinking water, her Adam's apple rolled and her lips looked moist. She fell asleep, maybe he was very happy, no one bothered him anymore, Mingshuang thought casually.

Yesterday, she gritted her teeth and read a book in the middle of the night, thinking of Gu Zhizhi and Ming Licheng, her anger was even greater, and she simply turned this anger into the motivation to read.

A broken exam, she didn't believe she couldn't pass it.

After a while, she asked Jiang Huai a question, and after asking, did she realize that he was looking at her. Jiang Huai paused, and when she finished writing the topic in her hand, she pushed the notebook toward her.

Frost opened.

The entire book was handwritten by Jiang Huai.

No rush, no perfunctory, just like a work of art.

The liberal arts organized the framework and key points for her, and detailed which knowledge points can be found in the book. It can be seen from mathematics, physics and chemistry that Jiang Huai deliberately slowed down a lot of rhythm.

Mingshuang had seen Jiang Huai's math problems before, and many of the steps he did mental arithmetic were very fast and accurate. In order to adapt to her, he wrote down all the steps that he would skip on weekdays in detail.

Not sure how much time it will take.

Jiang Huai didn't say it, and Mingshuang didn't ask.

"This is for me." Mingshuang slowly closed the book.

"That's mine, so I have to write my name." Mingshuang stressed, took the book and turned to the title page, the line for the name column was still empty.

Mingshuang felt that Jiang Huai's words were prettier than her own, so she took out her pen and gave it to Jiang Huai, "You write."

For the first time he wrote her name - Mingshuang.

Mingshuang leaned over to look at his writing, and made a serious comment, "I want to add another one at the back."

"Mingshuang's." She repeated, accentuating her tone, looking very childish.

Kind of like a kid who puts a name sticker on a toy he insists on.

Jiang Huai wrote.

His handwriting is very beautiful, it is a very skeletal font, and it is a little thin and thin like a human being.

"Frosty."

He wrote it down, stroke by stroke.

Mingshuang was finally satisfied, took back the book, and flipped through the pages again, "I will read it."

Signed and signed, completely possessed.

"Actually, I'm very smart." The girl looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, "Jiang Huai, maybe she's smarter than you. After I've read it all, I'll be the first in the test."

The boy's lip line undulated slightly, he said, "Hmm."

Before this day, Mingshuang had never thought that he could sit quietly in the library for so long.

He didn't even go to trouble Jiang Huai in the second half.

After she finished reading the book, and then looked outside, outside the tall floor, a layer of light golden sunset had emerged, the summer evening, the world is most beautiful.

She and Jiang Huai walked out of the library together.

The Municipal Library is very close to the Tanju River. The river looks sparkling in the sunset. The riverside greenery is well done, with a zigzag wooden bridge and courtyard. Many citizens like to take a walk near the river embankment in the evening.

Mingshuang didn't want to go home yet, and Jiang Huai didn't seem to be in a hurry to go home.

The two walked side by side. The evening wind blew slightly, Mingshuang looked sideways at Jiang Huai, just bumped into him and retracted her gaze, Mingshuang only saw a beautiful profile face, Jiang Huai's introverted personality, she knew, but up to now, even looking at her seems to have In deliberately restraining, Mingshuang didn't understand why.

She couldn't help but want to laugh, as if she hadn't been so happy for a long time, for some reason.

"You're going to dinner—"

Before Ming Shuang finished speaking, there was a roar of a motorcycle behind him, and then a motorcycle had stopped behind them.

The rider took off his helmet, one long leg rested on the ground, "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Qianzhang's eyes fell on Mingshuang, and soon he swept to the tall boy beside her, repeatedly, his face a little ugly.

"You take care of me." Mingshuang saw that it was him, and when she was interrupted talking to Jiang Huai, her good mood was gone.

Jiang Qianzhang was used to being scolded by her, but he didn't break out immediately, so he swallowed his anger.

A few people behind her knew Mingshuang, and they didn't make a sound.

Jiang Huai was quiet not far away, his forehead was slightly drooping, his dark pupils looked over - he seemed quiet and cold, he didn't approach, he didn't speak, and he didn't even look at Jiang Qianzhang.

Jiang Qianzhang glanced at his face again, inexplicably, and felt a little familiar.

But he didn't care.

He raised his chin arrogantly, and his words were vicious inside and out, "Is this your new man?"

Mingshuang, "None of your business."

"Is this going to be thrown away for a few more days?" Jiang Qianzhang looked at Jiang Huai, and the maliciousness in his words almost overflowed.

"Have your tastes changed..." He wanted to continue.

Mingshuang has already erupted, "Go away, are you sick?"

Her beautiful amber eyes looked at Jiang Qianzhang, filled with disgust.

"Can you go to death and pollute the environment alive." Mingshuang said, "It's dirty and ugly, and you're still playing, and no one cares about you."

Jiang Qianzhang's face flushed red and he was shaking with anger.

Jiang Qianzhang was also praised for being handsome since he was a child. He couldn't compare to Jiang Huai in appearance, but he was somewhat handsome compared to the average person. He is the youngest son in the family, and the family has money and status. When he grows up so big, he is not held by everyone wherever he goes. When has he ever suffered such an insult.

"Jiang Shao." A younger brother stepped forward from behind, but he didn't dare to say anything.

They knew Mingshuang's identity and some secret thoughts that Jiang Qianzhang was hiding.

Jiang Huai didn't say a word. When they were arguing, he approached and took a position in front of her to separate them.

He was quiet, still with that indifferent and beautiful appearance, and it seemed that Jiang Qianzhang's words did not cause any emotional fluctuations at all.

I don't know if I didn't hear it or not.

Jiang Qianzhang hit the wall in both places. He didn't know how there could be such a man, and he was indifferent when he heard such words.

"Wait for me, wait." Jiang Qianzhang's eyes were red and he pointed at Mingshuang. He seemed to have lost his words and would only repeat these two words.

It's not just because she is rich and beautiful, and she is willing to catch up to be cheap. Normal people don't run away when they hear such words.

Mingshuang turned her head and left.

"I'm annoying him to death." Mingshuang said, "I don't do good things all day long, bully people everywhere, spread rumors, and I have a background in my family, so I think I'm very good."

"He happens to have the same surname as you." Mingshuang said, and then frowned in disgust, "Forget it, let's not talk about it, the whole family is very unlucky."

The boy just pursed his lips and didn't say a word.

Yes.

He looked at her back.

That's all, including his part.

With this incident, Mingshuang lost his appetite and didn't want to eat more, so he and Jiang Huai found a rice noodle shop on the roadside, which was a good dinner.

Mingshuang has a very bad taste in eating. She frowned and stared at the little chopped green onion floating on the soup. Because she was too angry, she forgot to explain to the boss.

Jiang Huai noticed that he had already picked up a pair of new chopsticks, quietly selected the chopped green onion for her, and pushed the bowl to her.

He did these things for her, as if it were very common, with long and beautiful fingers, as good as when holding chopsticks and holding a pen. Seeing his beautiful face through the light white mist rising from the bowl, Mingshuang felt a little better.

"Why don't you use your own chopsticks." She couldn't help taking advantage of him.

Seeing his fingers froze—Ming Shuang couldn't help but want to laugh. She took a mouthful of powder and spat out the tip of her tongue. She put her chopsticks down to drink water, and glanced over his lips deliberately, "I don't mind."

Jiang Huai was silent.

It's a pity that Mingshuang didn't let him go.

"You're wearing this on purpose today, don't you usually wear school uniforms?" She looked at him, but couldn't help but criticize, "Do you want me to concentrate on my studies?"

Jiang Huai's skin was white. In the past, school uniforms were all light colors. Mingshuang always thought that his temperament was also suitable for wearing white. Unexpectedly, wearing black is also so suitable. Although it is tightly covered, the small piece from the neck to the Adam's apple is exposed above the neckline of the shirt, which has an indescribable abstinence and cold taste.

"I'll wear a school uniform next time." After a long while, he said, with no emotion in his voice.

"Oh." Mingshuang said, "Do you listen to what I say?"

"Then can I ask you to wear less clothes next time?" She thought about it for a while, and put forward her opinions seriously.

Jiang Huai, "…"

He had a cold and beautiful face, as if he ignored her words directly.

Mingshuang likes to see him being provoked, and the bad mood just now was swept away.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and the street lights began to turn on one by one.

More and more people came out for a walk. Mingshuang didn't like to walk on the main road. Look here and there, and insist on drilling into the bushes next to her.

She got in to look at a bunch of flowers, then got out again, talking to Jiang Huai when she saw Jiang Huai's eyes move down.

Mingshuang followed him, only to realize that her knee had been slashed by the bushes. She was wearing a short skirt.

The blood beads ooze out little by little, and they are particularly conspicuous on the girl's white skin.

Although it is said that there is wind and rain at home, Ming Shuang was actually taken care of relatively rudely when she was a child. She was a boy and was too lazy to take care of these minor problems. Ming Licheng was often away from home, so she would ask the doctor for help when she had something. she handles.

So although she is arrogant, she can't be said to be squeamish in general.

Jiang Huai said, "You sit first."

He found a bench, Ming Shuang sat down on the bench and looked at Jiang Huai's back inexplicably, not knowing what he was going to do.

Soon, Jiang Huai bought something from the pharmacy on the side.

He opened the bag and it turned out to be iodophors and cotton swabs and Band-Aids.

"It hurts." Mingshuang took a cotton swab, dipped some iodophor roughly, and rubbed it on her knee. The girl's whole little face was wrinkled, she was aggrieved and looked up at Jiang Huai who was beside her.

Jiang Huai, "..." He frowned slightly, looking at her wound.

"Jiang Huai, help me." Mingshuang said, "I won't."

She was giving orders, not asking, just because her voice was sweet and somehow coquettish, not at all offensive.

The boy's thick black eyelashes drooped slightly, and the dim yellow light of the street lamp fell on his beautiful face, making him look very focused. He moved very lightly, his eyes focused on the wound.

The fingers deliberately avoided any contact with her skin.

The sky is full of stars, the summer night wind is extremely comfortable, and the heat seems to have been relieved a bit.

The wound was itchy, she felt his breath, and the wind brought a good smell to Jiang Huai's body - she didn't know what the scent was, and she felt itchy in her heart.

"Jiang Huai." Mingshuang held her cheeks and looked at Jiang Huai's profile under the lamp. When he focused on one thing, the cold and abstinent taste would clearly surface, and then she couldn't help but want to recruit him.

"Hmm." He replied.

The movements are still so light and meticulous.

"I'm thinking."

"You will be a father in the future, and you will definitely be a good father." The girl looked at him, her lips raised, looking serious and narrow.

"…"

The author says:

Qingchun Xiaohuai, who has never held hands with the girl, "..."

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