Was attacked by a crying bag bamboo horse

"Me, why am I jealous?" Qiao Yixi, whose face was flushed in an instant, turned his head and missed Jian Luobei's sight, "Don't be narcissistic about you..."

Jian Luobei pursed her lips, and looked at Qiao Yixi who was flushed and stuttered when she provoked him with a few words, thinking that this person was much more fun than crying when he was a child.

"I won't tease you anymore." Tongue rolls the cold and soft ice cream into the mouth, and the rich taste makes Jian Luobei squint her eyes in enjoyment.

"Are you hungry? Let's go eat?"

Only then did Qiao Yixi turn around: "What do you want to eat?"

At this time, Qiao Yixi's crimson color on her snow-colored skin has faded a bit, but her eyes are more translucent, especially when she lifts her eyelids and looks at you, there is an indescribable elegance.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains with black hair, and the skin is like peach blossoms with smiles.

A poem appeared in Jian Luobei's heart, but this poem seemed to be a bit feminine when used to describe him, but Jian Luobei couldn't think of a better description for a while, but felt that it was very appropriate in some respects, because The person in front of him was like this.

If Qiao Xixi were a girl, how tall would she be?What does it look like?How will the two of them now...

Thinking about it, Jian Luobei was startled by himself, and while touching his nose, he quietly moved his eyes away from the person's face.

Only then did he notice that the melted ice cream was about to drip onto his fingers, so he hurriedly and somewhat clumsily took out a paper towel to wipe it off.

"...there are so many things to eat downstairs, let's go and have a look and decide."

Qiao Yixi nodded: "OK."

In the end, the two walked into a hot pot restaurant. Considering that Qiao Yixi couldn't eat spicy food since she was a child, Jian Luobei ordered a mandarin duck pot from the waiter, and a table of meat and vegetable dishes.

After talking and laughing, Qiao Yixi went to the front desk to pay the bill very consciously.

Jian Luobei, who was full of food and drink, stood in a good mood at the door of the hot pot restaurant, and curled his lips at Qiao Yixi who had just finished paying and turned around.

"Qiao Yixi, I found that it feels really good to be your little boy!"

As soon as these words came out, a pair of young men and women who had just walked into the hot pot restaurant stopped one after another, and looked at them with strange and ambiguous eyes.

Qiao Yixi quickly covered Jian Luobei's mouth and led him away from the hot pot restaurant.

"Did I say something wrong?" Jian Luobei pulled Qiao Yixi's hand away as if innocent.

"What do you think?" Qiao Yixi was speechless, "What kind of white face, Jian Luobei, why do you talk nonsense all day long with your mouth?"

Jian Luobei pinched the corners of his eyes, as if flirting with someone: "Why, can't you be a pretty face without you?"

"..." Qiao Yixi's face turned red again, both with shame and anger.

Why didn't I find this person talking cheaply before?

"Okay, let's stop joking." If you continue to brag, I'm afraid it will make people cry again.

"I've played and played, and I've eaten." Jian Luobei said leisurely, "Let's go back."

While waiting for the bus to arrive, Jian Luobei stood under the platform, feeling a little sleepy under the strong sunlight at noon, and this state continued until the two of them got on the bus, but because they were sitting in the empty seats in the back row, It's like being dozed off and someone handed a pillow, and it intensified.

He wanted to take an unshakeable nap every day, but since Qiao Yixi was by his side, Jian Luobei, who never wronged himself, simply let sleepiness swallow him up.

While the bus was running smoothly, Qiao Yixi looked out of the window, watched the street scene and kept retreating, and was still thinking about why Jian Luobei was so quiet now, his shoulders sank, and he leaned his head on it.

Qiao Yixi paused for two seconds before turning his head. Just turning his head slightly, he saw Jian Luobei's magnified side face, which was only a few centimeters away from his ear.

He closed his eyes, breathed steadily, fell asleep leaning on his shoulder, and occasionally his eyelashes fluttered slightly due to the bumps of the bus.

Jian Luobei was like this when she was a child, whether it was a bleak winter or a hot summer, she would always feel sleepy after lunch, no matter how energetic she was before, she would wilt into frosted eggplants at this time, and she could sleep on the bed.

This man always said that he was the same as when he was a child, but in fact he was too, the corners of Qiao Yixi's lips raised.

From beginning to end, it was the same as I remembered.

When the bus stopped at a platform in the middle, a group of chattering young men and women entered the bus, and the decibels of talking and laughing remained undiminished after entering the car. Seeing the person on his shoulder frowning slightly, Qiao Yixi also frowned.

"Sister Ziyi, look who is that person sitting in the back!" Suddenly, Qiao Yixi heard a girl exclaim, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Qin Ziyi, who got into the car one step behind everyone, walked in excitedly as soon as he saw Qiao Yixi.

"Joe West! What a coincidence! You..."

"Shh." Qiao Yixi quickly stretched out his long finger to his lips, and made a silent movement.

But still a step too late.

Jian Luobei was woken up, and lifted his head from Qiao Yixi's shoulders. In a daze, he first glanced at Qiao Yixi, then at Qin Ziyi, with a hint of getting up in his dazed eyes.

Qin Ziyi apologized to Jian Luobei, then looked at Qiao Yixi with a smile: "Student Qiao, where are you going? Do you want to go to the skating rink with us?"

Qiao Yixi: "No sister, I'm going home."

"Okay." Qin Ziyi showed a disappointed expression, and then sat in the empty seat closest to the west of Qiao.

"Qiao Yixi, how many stops until home?" Jian Luobei just woke up, her voice was still a little hoarse, and she casually brushed her sleepy hair and asked.

It's better not to pluck. With this movement, Jian Luobei's hair seems to be more messy than before, and Qiao Yixi really wants to help him straighten it himself.

"There are still two stops, do you want to sleep for a while?"

"Not yet."

Although she said so, Jian Luobei obviously didn't get enough sleep, she leaned back on the seat with her head shrugged like an unweaned puppy, as if she didn't want to talk or move, she was full of coquettishness like before I also like to move my hands and myself.

"It's really still sleepy to go home and go to sleep."

Qin Ziyi heard Qiao Yixi say such a sentence, his tone was still gentle and calm as usual, but it seemed to be different from usual, so she couldn't help but look sideways.

Qiao Yixi was looking intently at the boy who was awakened by her, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and there was a smile in her clear pupils. It's not that Qin Ziyi has never seen Qiao Yixi when he was smiling, but none of them are like this now.

She couldn't tell what kind of smile it was, but she seemed to be able to feel Qiao Yixi's mood from it.

It's a bit of joy, and a little bit of pampering.

Soon after two stops, Qiao Yixi and Jian Luobei got off the bus, and the girl who reminded Qin Ziyi earlier came to her: "Sister Ziyi, isn't that boy a new transfer student in Qiao Yixi's class? How do you look at it?" Do you seem to have a good relationship with Qiao Yixi?"

"I don't know." Qin Ziyi looked at the backs of the two people in the distance, and after a while, he said something as if talking to himself, "Maybe the relationship between the two is really good."

Finally, Jian Luobei, who returned to Qiao Yixi's house, still fell asleep on the sofa. After an unknown amount of time, her chest felt heavy and stuffy as if a big stone had been pressed on it, and she almost had difficulty breathing.

Frowning, he woke up and saw that it was Xiao Bei who was sleeping on top of him.

Jian Luobei sat up, and the big orange cat, who was sleeping soundly on the pad, was woken up and began to meow in dissatisfaction.

"You really don't know anything about your weight, do you?"

"Meow~" Xiaobei turned a deaf ear to it, and after stepping on Jian Luobei's body a few times, he found the most comfortable position and lay down again.

Well, who dares to move again now.

"Well, Brother Yan, I can't go to training tonight."

"...It's not about buying beef patties, it's because there are people in the family who can't leave."

"Who else...well, let's not talk about it."

Qiao Yixi, who heard the movement, hung up the phone and walked out of the study: "Are you awake so soon?"

"Ang~"

Jian Luobei pointed to Xiaobei who was curled up in a ball on her lap: "Why does it have a habit of sleeping on people's chest-mouth? Didn't it follow you to learn?"

Qiao Yixi poured a glass of water and put it on the coffee table in front of Jian Luobei: "How is it possible?"

"How is it impossible? Isn't this your raised master?" Jian Luobei picked up the water cup and drank it. After eating hot pot with red oil soup base at noon, her throat was already dry. I have to say that Qiao Yixi's glass of water is very considerate.

"It's really not me." Regardless of Xiaobei's dissatisfied stare, Qiao Yixi picked it up from Jian Luobei's lap, and put it in the cat litter, "I never let it enter the bedroom when I sleep."

"Tsk, okay, that's what I was born with. I enjoyed it when I first came here. Let's call it luck."

Without Xiaobei's oppression, she fell asleep again, feeling completely relaxed, Jian Luobei stood up and stretched, and said lazily, "But you really have the foresight, this weight can really crush you to death. "

"By the way, what were you doing while I was sleeping?" Jian Luobei asked again.

"Doing homework." Qiao Xixi replied.

"..." When it came to the homework, Jian Luobei suddenly felt unhappy, "I forgot, I handed out so many papers, can I finish writing in one day tomorrow?"

"It's not impossible if you want to write now." Qiao Yixi looked at him, the corners of his lips curled up, "I can lend you my paper first."

Jian Luobei: "...All right."

When the two came to the study room, Qiao Yixi gave him a paper that he hadn't written, and brought him a draft paper and a pen, and then continued to devote himself to an unsolved finale question.

Jian Luobei glanced at him and started to do the test paper.

Time passed by little by little, except for the ticking clock on the wall, there was only the rubbing sound of each other writing and drawing on paper with a gel pen.

The originally quiet atmosphere was broken by Jian Luobei's light words.

"Qiao Yixi, why don't you play the piano anymore?"