After cross-wearing with Xihua, I feel so fragrant

When Jiang Ke calmed down a little, Qiu Anbai let go of her hand, and squatted down to look at her.

Jiang Ke's eyes were still red.

"You are sad."

Qiu Anbai's eyes were soft and his brows were slightly frowned, as if he had encountered something distressing.

"Is it because of your mother?"

Jiang Ke looked at her, and when the feverish emotion passed, she was still a little dizzy now.

Jiang Ke didn't answer, and Qiu Anbai didn't care either.

The answer is basically right in front of you.

Every time he encounters a problem at home, Jiang Ke is always reluctant to say more.

However, from what Jiang Ke said just now, she seems to have had a fight with Jiang Yan, and the fight was serious, and she started to fight. Qiu Anbai has long felt that there is something wrong with Jiang Yan, which normal mother forced her daughter to be so hard .

Based on her experience of living as Jiang Ke for several months, Qiu Anbai felt that if she was herself and lived under such endless pressure for a few years, no matter how good her mentality was, she would collapse.

Jiang Yan is able to raise someone like Jiang Ke, I really don't know what kind of shit luck it is.

After Qiu Anbai complained about Jiang Yan in her heart, looking at Jiang Ke who was in a very bad state in front of her, she became worried again.

The kid must have been hit hard.

"Do you want to vent?"

Jiang Ke was stunned when he heard Qiu Anbai's words, his eyes became complicated.

Qiu An rolled her eyes slightly: "That's right, I'll take you to vent-?"

Jiang Ke didn't intend to move, and continued to sit.

Snow fell from the sky, and white spots diffused into the field of vision.

A piece of snow fell on Qiu Anbai's nose, bringing a little bit of coldness.

Qiu Anbai rubbed his nose and melted the snowflake: "Is it snowing?"

Jiang Ke finally had some response, she responded softly: "En."

"Jiang Ke, it's snowing, let's stop sitting here," Qiu Anbai said in a tone of discussion: "When the snow falls heavily, your hair and clothes will be wet, and you will catch a cold. Come with me OK?"

Jiang Ke stared at Qiu Anbai's face for a long time, Qiu Anbai felt guilty when she looked at her.

After a long time, Jiang Ke responded, "Yes."

Jiang Ke didn't expect that the "venting" that Qiu Anbai said was to eat hot pot.

Qiu An Bai said righteously: "Every time I'm in a bad mood, I'll eat hot pot."

Jiang Ke looked down at the tumbling red soup in front of him, silently counting the calories.

It was already mid-afternoon, and there was no one in the hotpot restaurant, only the two of them were left.

Qiu Anbai chose a seat by the window, where she could see the street outside.

She had already eaten at noon, so she wasn't hungry, but because of the quarrel with Jiang Yan, Jiang Ke didn't even have a bite to eat.

After Jiang Ke calculated the amount of exercise that needs to be increased, he reluctantly moved his chopsticks to pick up a baby dish.

Qiu Anbai took a piece of duck blood and put it on Jiang Ke's plate: "You almost collapsed from crying just now, replenish your blood."

Jiang Ke looked at the baby vegetables and duck blood in the bowl, moved his chopsticks to pick up the duck blood and put it into his mouth.

The taste is very good, thin, smooth and tender.

But, very spicy.

Almost swallowing—in an instant, Jiang Ke's eyes became hot and moist.

Qiu Anbai had been watching Jiang Ke's reaction, and smiled at this moment: "Is it spicy? The hotpot in this store is the spiciest I've ever eaten."

"You mean venting, is this?"

"Of course," Qiu Anbai looked through the window at the passers-by with umbrellas outside, "I come here every time I'm in a bad mood. If you cry here, no one will laugh at you."

Jiang Ke's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and asked without a trace: "Do you come here to cry every time you are in a bad mood?"

"more or less."

"Do you come here often?"

Qiu Anbai was keenly aware of something.

What Jiang Ke said seemed to be tentatively asking her if she was often in a bad mood.

Qiu Anbai paused, and Jiang Ke concealed himself and put another piece of duck blood in the pot.

Qiu Anbai looked at the hot and red lips of the girl opposite, she thought, if she talked to Jiang Ke about something else, maybe Jiang Ke would be distracted, so she wouldn't be particularly sad?

"Not often, I was depressed for a while before, and I will come."

Jiang Ke really followed Qiu Anbai's words: "Why are you depressed?"

"I'm a fat man with no pursuit, what else can I be ridiculed for? Of course I'm fat."

Jiang Ke's chewing action—a pause, it was really spicy, and she swallowed it quickly.

"If you don't like being laughed at, why don't you lose weight?"

"Jiang Ke," Qiu Anbai was staring at Jiang Ke with an unbelievable expression, "Of course I can't lose weight because I can't control myself."

Jiang Ke was amused by Qiu Anbai's demeanor.

Qiu Anbai looked at the girl in front of her, her eyes and nose were reddish from the heat, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she couldn't hold back her laughter.

She half stood up and leaned over, pinning Jiang Ke's strand of hair that had fallen to her lips to one side.

The tears on his face had evaporated, and there were still some tear stains, which made the skin tense, and the tactile sensation brought by the movement of the hair was exceptionally clear.

"Look, you look so pretty when you smile." Qiu Anbai's voice was very soft, lingering in his ears, numb, Jiang Ke looked blankly at the white neck that fell in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Don't be like your mother, she's—not likable at all."

The picture in front of him changed, and Qiu Anbai had already fallen back into his seat.

Jiang Ke's light brown pupils were filled with the light from the lamp, and he asked, "Does smiling make people likable?"

"of course."

"Then you didn't hate me very much before."

Qiu Anbai choked, and denied, "Of course not! What logic do you have?"

"Qiu Anbai, I don't need many people to like me." Jiang Ke stroked his hair, his cheeks were not covered by the hair, and the contours of his facial features were more clearly outlined by the light.

At this time, Jiang Ke had completely lost the embarrassment that Qiu Anbai saw just now, and seemed to have returned to his usual appearance.

"I only care about the attitude of people I care about. Everything else is just basic social relations."

"So, do you care about my attitude? Or, am I just a basic social relationship?"

Qiu Anbai's tone was relaxed. Originally, she just looked at Jiang Ke's serious face and wanted to tease her, but when she said this, she felt that she was too ignorant of herself.

How long have they known each other?It may not even count as a social relationship, but at best a cooperation of interests.

It's hard for Jiang Ke to answer her direct question, right?However, according to Jiang Ke's temperament, it seems normal to answer directly, but only Qiu Anbai himself is embarrassed.

Jiang Ke stared at Qiu Anbai for a few seconds, and Qiu Anbai was mentally prepared to find an excuse for this unpleasant topic.

But Qiu Anbai heard Jiang Ke say, "I'm...very concerned."

Qiu Anbai raised his head, but Jiang Ke had already looked away, staring elsewhere.

This answer... It seems that the one who is embarrassed is not me, but Jiang Ke?

"Jiang Ke," Qiu Anbai smiled, "Am I your good friend?"

Jiang Ke's gaze shifted back again, and fell on Qiu An's white belted smile.

Qiu Anbai noticed that Jiang Ke's eyes were a little indifferent.

Qiu An smiled in vain—frozen.

Did she say something wrong?

Sure enough, Jiang Ke denied her question in the next second: "No."

Qiu Anbai found that he seemed to be the one who was embarrassed.

"Why?"

"No why."

Jiang Ke's forceful answer stunned Qiu Anbai. She lowered her eyes, feeling that she was just making fun of herself.

Jiang Ke felt a little unhappy again out of nowhere, raised his hand and picked up the water glass next to him and took a sip. The cold liquid fell down his throat and into his stomach, suppressing the spicy feeling.

Qiu Anbai didn't speak any more.

After Jiang Ke was silent for two seconds, he changed the subject very bluntly: "Those who laughed at you, did they say too much?"

Qiu Anbai scooped the pot with his chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it in the bowl, and casually replied, "Yes."

She stared at the piece of meat for two seconds, then picked it up and put it in Jiang Ke's bowl opposite: "I'll treat you to hot pot, so you don't want to keep your figure, it doesn't matter if you eat more."

Jiang Ke didn't respond, but she picked up the meat and put it in her mouth.

It's still hot and choking.

After recovering, she asked, "What did they say about you? Will you scold me back?"

Qiu Anbai—supported his head with one hand, and said in a casual tone, "You want to know?"

"Ah."

"I will not tell you."

Jiang Ke, who was rejected, froze for a moment, raised his eyes and stared at Qiu Anbai to express his bewilderment.

Qiu Anbai added: "Why should I tell you my black history?"

"I won't laugh at you."

"Then why don't you tell me anything? I won't laugh at you either. I don't know anything about you, but I have to tell you about mine. It's so unfair."

Jiang Ke was surprised to see Qiu Anbai's eyes flashing. She didn't expect Qiu Anbai to be so concerned about such details.

She hesitated: "I... just don't think it's necessary."

"Then you don't need to know about me."

The two were in a stalemate for a minute, and Jiang Ke was the first to lose.

Jiang Ke: "Actually, my business is nothing... The general situation is in the document I gave you before, and you have spent so many days with my mother as me, you should be able to guess it. "

Qiu Anbai: "I guessed it, I guessed it, you told me it was you who told me, it's different."

Jiang Ke couldn't understand what was different, but she still followed Qiu Anbai.

"You want to hear from me?"

Qiu Anbai felt that this question was as if he was forcing Jiang Ke to tear off her scars and expose them to him.

Although it always felt that something was wrong, Qiu Anbai still responded with a "hmm".

Jiang Ke's performance was not as fragile and sensitive as Qiu Anbai thought, and his tone sounded pleasant: "I don't have a good relationship with my mother."

"It's not good to be like a stranger."

"My parents divorced very early. Since then, my mother has always instilled in me a kind of thinking. I am a girl, so I have to do my best in everything, and I have to respect and love myself, so that I can be happy. Promising, will not be hated by others."

"It's like, the fact that the gender is a girl is such a shameful label."

"Although I don't think what she said is right, I can't ignore her words, and I can't ignore them."

"So it's a vicious circle between me and her."

"I'm done," Jiang Ke placed the chopsticks neatly beside the bowl: "It's your turn."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-1211:32:17~2021-04-1321:03:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: blame me for being abnormal, Qingqing 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2495513960 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!