Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

Jiang Qingchi waited for Mu Yanzhu all night, and finally only waited for a high-speed rail ticket.

"I have something at home, I'm going back."

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He waited for her all night, then waited for her to say that she left?

Just tease him.

Jiang Qingchi is also stubborn, and the pride in his bones does not allow him to lower his noble head. Although he had fully realized last night that he was a bit unreasonable, but pulling his face down to make him apologize requires a rugged process.

"Jiang Qingchi lives in this dormitory, right?"

The auntie in charge came and knocked on the door in person, Jiang Qingchi glanced over, and the aunt was holding a gray scarf in her hand.

"A little girl gave it to you, saying that today is your birthday, a birthday present for you!"

"Which little girl?"

"I don't know, she didn't say her name, she's pretty white."

Jiang Qingchi said nothing.

"Why, do you want me to describe it specifically for you?" the aunt asked with a smile.

"No, I know who it is!"

The rest of the rotten peach blossoms squeezed their heads to give gifts. Can you tell him the name of the professional class?

It doesn't say anything like this, and it looks like this scarf is hand-knitted by oneself, stitch by inch slow work, can have the patience and strength, except for his stupid girl, no one else.

"Don't move you, this is the orange that my senior sister gave me, I don't want to eat it!"

Xie Zijun’s voice came from the corridor.

Xie Zijun was talking and laughing with his roommate, and when he looked up, he met a face that was darker than the bottom of the pot.

Jiang Qingchi didn't talk nonsense with him, he stretched out his hand to grab the orange and hugged it in his arms like a baby.

The whole process was fast and ruthless, without giving Xie Zijun any time to react.

"This is my thing, return me!"

"My daughter-in-law’s thing, why is it yours? I have seen a lot of female juniors, but it’s the first time for male juniors. I don’t look in the mirror to see your virtues, appearance, height, temperament, family background, you Is it comparable to me?"

Jiang Qingchi's open eyebrows were confident and unruly, and the tit-for-tat hostility was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

He raised his arm, a tall man of 185, deliberately not allowing Xie Zijun to reach it.

Xie Zijun gritted his teeth fiercely and bullied him, right?

"You are just an embroidered pillow, I study better than you, and have more knowledge than you."

"Huh? I have more knowledge than me, are you sure? OK, aside my knowledge, I admit that I didn't study hard in the first two years. This year's final exam, who is below whom, the next one is the grandson."

"Okay!"

Xie Zijun and Jiang Qingchi got on the bar.

The roommate next to him took his arm and looked at him sympathetically, "Don't go with Jiang Qingchi. They are the rich second generation."

"What about the rich second generation? Can you look down on people!"

"boom!"

Jiang Qingchi carried the orange into the dormitory and kicked the door.

Suddenly I felt boring. This scarf and this orange were boring, making him more and more annoyed as he looked at it, and his heart became panic.

"Hey what are you doing?"

Li Huan was also in the dormitory, watching Jiang Qingchi throw the scarf and an orange together downstairs.

This is the third floor. It is estimated that the orange has fallen into juice.

Jiang Qingchi ignored him, cursed "Damn", and then rushed downstairs.

Five minutes later, the boy wearing only a black vest rushed up holding a scarf and rotten orange, his ears were blue with cold.

"Your boss is practicing Guo Ben in winter?"

"Go and pour me a cup of hot water, it's freezing to death."

Jiang Qingchi's lips were blue, and Li Huan handed him the water, watching the man's eyelashes, water dripping down.

"I don't usually see it, your eyelashes are long enough."

Jiang Qingchi was too lazy to kill him, with the knitted gray scarf hanging around his neck, and his hands that hadn't warmed up tremblingly peeled the orange that had fallen into mud.

Li Huan was dumbfounded, "Isn't it, we are not so poor, right?"

"..." Jiang Qingchi didn't speak, lowered his head and ate the rotten orange with alive dirt on it. He spit out ashes and took a bite.

This young master usually has to pick and choose when eating a meal. I have never seen such a time when gnawing rotten oranges.

Li Huan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't eat it, I still have some good fruits, how about show it to you?"

"do not bother me."

This voice, this smell, was a bit complaining, but more grievances.

Like a child with a temper, he couldn't get sugar, so he felt wronged.

Li Huan glanced at Jiang Qingchi and saw that his eyes were a little red.

Alas... poor boy, is this crying cold or crying poorly?

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Mu Yanzhu had already boarded the high-speed rail, and she hadn't seen Jiang Qingchi's reply when she looked at her cell phone countless times.

He should have received the scarf, maybe he didn't like it, so he didn't want to reply to her.

Otherwise, I'm still angry with last night.

The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable, a good heart, pinched by him, can't find oxygen, can't find water, just like suffocation in the next second, maybe this time I really want to break, I want to break up Up.

Mu Yanzhu turned off the traffic, disconnected from the Internet, and listened to the songs cached on the phone.

Being together is a dream.

Separate called pain.

Does it mean that unfinished dreams hurt the most...

Every sentence of the song that pokes the heart out, who said that, you are lucky if you didn't understand Jay Chou's song, but you understand it is experience.

Forget it, I am lucky, but I lose my life.

Mu Yanzhu thought this in his heart, maintaining a posture with headphones in his ears, leaning against the window glass, and staring at the scenery outside the window in a dream.

These were the two most difficult hours for her. Her heart was slapped on the shore by the waves. Before she could get back, she was swept back into the depths of the sea by the waves, and then slapped to the shore. The cycle repeated. It is a surging tide.

But after going back, she will be more difficult.

Because there are some people and some things, she can't help but face them.

Her birth cannot be changed.

...

Jiang Qingchi went home in the afternoon.

Today is December 24, his and Jiang Beiyuan’s birthdays, such an important day, it is necessary to go home.

The home has long been arranged so warm and childish by Yannian. Jiang Chunhe wore a pink princess dress, so that the color that killed Matt, so far in the Jiang family, only Jiang Chunhe can control it perfectly, and is not dismissed.

Jiang Jingming was dressed in a white suit, wrapping his Xin's long and well-proportioned figure, setting off the outstanding posture, and with the extravagance in the loose, full of youthful taste.

"happy Birthday."

Jiang San'er bought a watch for Jiang Qingchi, which he bought with pocket money.

Jiang Qingchi accepted it, absent from a snack, "Thanks."

"Did you break up."

An affirmative sentence floated over and was a little bit flat, although San'er's voice was very nice, low, and clear.

Jiang Qingchi gave him a look.

"roll."

Saner: "You said this word to me for the first time."

"Really, I seem to have to say more in the future."

Jiang San'er: "..."

Jiang Qingchi went back to the room to change clothes.

He is the birthday star today and must have the courage to press the audience.

The prince was dressed in a black shirt with a navy blue waistcoat. The cufflinks were not creases and meticulous. Then, the black trousers and black high-barreled military boots were valiantly and arrogant, like a noble aloft.

Ding Baoyi and Yannian returned from shopping, and Ding Baoyi was electrocuted by Jiang Qingchi at first sight.

"My godson is so handsome today."

"..." Jiang San'er walked over and helped Ding Baoyi and Yannian mention something.

San'er is always the most sensible one, Ding Baoyi stroked his hair.

"San'er is also handsome, why doesn't my son have the looks of our godsons?"

Yannian sighed: "You can't be blamed for this, after all, your husband doesn't have the looks of my husband."

So angry Ding Baoyi wanted to beat her! !

I've been used to losing each other for so many years.

Soon Jiang Beiyuan and Xu Kuangjie also returned.

The former has two sleeves, while the latter carries two boxes of yogurt.

On the way back from the two big bosses, passing by the supermarket, Jiang Beiyuan Yuguang glanced at the newly-listed yogurt, of course he had to order Xu Kuangjie to buy it.

For the sake of his birthday today, Xu Kuangjie doesn't care about him. Today Jiang Beiyuan said one, he didn't say two. Remember, it is purely because he is the birthday star!

"Look at our house, San'er and Chun'er are on the same birthday, and Da Chi and his dad are on the same birthday. It's me, every time I celebrate my birthday alone, it would be nice to be with me." Yan Nian during the meal. Can't help but slander.

"Mom, brother's girlfriend has the same birthday as you."

As soon as San'er spoke, Yannian looked at Jiang Qingchi.

"Oh yes, why don't you bring my daughter-in-law back today?"

"Mom, I'm full."

Jiang Qingchi got up and went back to his room, with five characters from his back:

I am, present, present, very, annoying.

"San'er, what's wrong with your brother? Lost in love?"

"do not know."

Yannianxin said that Bacheng was a broken relationship, and her wet eyes hurriedly looked at her husband.

"Your son, go and enlighten you."

Jiang Beiyuan was expressionless: "Mrs. Jiang, did you say happy birthday to your husband?"

"Brother Jiang Ting, happy birthday."

After so many years, nothing has changed. She has always been his little girl, and will be a good girl in front of him, a very lively and smart little girl.

The corners of Jiang Beiyuan's mouth just stretched out--

"So can you enlighten your son now?"

So angry that Jiang Beiyuan also wanted to leave his chopsticks.

...

The night is quiet.

Holding two bottles of yogurt, Jiang Beiyuan entered Jiang Qingchi's house and sat down opposite him.

Father and son seldom talk about things like this at night, because at night, Jiang Beiyuan will be in his room to talk to each other.

The father and son of other people's family are singing songs to wine.

Jiang Beiyuan and Jiang Qingchi raised yogurt against the moon.

The two unwrapped the yogurt and licked the lid of the yogurt.

Jiang Beiyuan: "Happy birthday."

"Dad, so are you." Jiang Qingchi sat cross-legged on the bed. At this moment, his father felt a little painful.

Although this person has a dark belly, and often pulls two to five or eighty thousand, which is quite unsatisfactory, but since he was born, because of the same birthday, every day he celebrates his birthday, Jiang Beiyuan celebrates his birthday. Little, there is a feeling that he has robbed his father in the limelight.

Jiang Beiyuan nodded: "Thanks."

Then he was silent.

After a while, Jiang Qingchi took the initiative to speak: "Dad, I want to ask you a question."

"Say."

"Why did you throw me back then? You hate me so much?"

"Ask if you know it."

He rely on? !

Jiang Qingchi almost got his head under the bed, "Do you hate me so much?"

"I love your mother so much."

"As for, who can't live without whom these years?"

"Well, you are right."

After a pause, Jiang Beiyuan glanced at Jiang Qingchi.

"You and Chun'er and San'er are both so old, but sometimes I still think, if I didn't marry your mother back then, with your mother's terms and looks, I would marry someone who was kind to her, but At that time she was already a wife of someone else, and if I had ten thousand reasons for wanting to see her, I would not find anyone who could see her."

"Oh, if Mom marries someone else, will you marry someone else?"

"Surely not before fifty."

Jiang Beiyuan said.

"When I am in my 60s and 70s, I feel lonely and difficult. Maybe I will marry someone who has the same conditions, and I will live a lifetime. Treat her well and spoil her, but love can't give her."

Jiang Qingchi said nothing.

I feel a little uncomfortable, I can't tell who it is because of.

"Dad, your view of love, is it just to meet someone with a white head?"

"Well, it is better to love well than to love early. The person who appears first, she will occupy your life."

"But you and mom missed ten years, didn't you?"

"Not missed."

Passing by artificially is not called a miss, because he didn't want to appear in front of her during that time.

"Men start a career first and then a family, both career and money are stable, and they have a clear plan for the future, so that their daughter-in-law will follow you without suffering."

"Dad, I know you. I also want to start a career before getting a family, but she probably can't wait for me! She is older than me. After I graduate, she has been working for several years, but what can I do? I only have to go to school safely. , And then graduated, I suddenly found that it was not that she was insecure, but that I was insecure! People said that I was embroidered pillow, I was angry for a long time, I think it is true, she has a lot of talents, apart from my appearance, in addition to family , There is nothing, there are more talented than me. If she sees enough of my face, she will go to find talented people, then I will have nothing! She said I am immature, yeah... I It seems that I have been immature. My temperament is too straight. If I like it, I like it. If I don't like it, just say it clearly. I feel like...what do you say to her."

Jiang Qingchi scratched his neck.

"I like her very much."

"Dad, I really like her, this is the first time I like someone so much."

Jiang Qingchi finished talking and found that he hadn't talked so much with Jiang Beiyuan in a long time.

When he was young, he liked sticking to his dad, who was long and short, and he was very practical.

As he grows up, he is a boy and not a girl, how can he stick to his father every day and not let go.

But Jiang Qingchi's remarks are quite clear today, more than what Jiang Saner said to Jiang Beiyuan in a month.

Jiang Beiyuan nodded, throwing an unfinished bottle of yogurt into the trash can.

"How old are you?"

"She is 4 years older than me."

"Ok."

Jiang Beiyuan rubbed his ring finger's ring, and lowered his long eyebrows.

"Wait another five years."

"what?"

"You graduate in two years and consolidate your career in three years. After five years, you will be her god, even if she is ten years older than you, you will be her god."

After Jiang Beiyuan said so, Jiang Qingchi became clear in an instant.

"Five years, a bit long."

"Take it as a hurdle. Once it's passed, it's over. If you can't make it, let's talk."

After all, Jiang Beiyuan had never seen Mu Yanzhu, and didn't know what the other person was like, so he could only consider from his own standpoint.

Jiang Qingchi nodded: "I can only do the things at hand first. It's useless to worry about nothing!"

"Know what is the most fulfilling thing I have done in my life?"

"Huh? Married my mother?" Jiang Qingchi knew it by guessing.

Who knows Jiang Beiyuan shook his head.

Those peachy eyes narrowed shallowly, and thin lips rose up, provoking a fascinating arc.

"You almost fell to death outside the ward."

Go out after speaking.

Jiang Qingchi: "..."

As expected of you, father!

I don't forget a word from him before I leave.

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