The Joy of Her Two Worlds [Rebirth]

Qin Sishao has a pair of beautiful cat eyes, big and bright, shining like jewels.

Jiang Chi put down his things and handed over the rice rolls.

Qin Sishao didn't answer.

Jiang Chi said unhappily: "If you want money, I will also charge you for running errands for you."

After a pause for a few seconds, she added: "I work, it's very expensive."

Qin Sishao took the rice roll with a smile, and she frowned: "Thank you."

Jiang Chi ignored her, went out with the mug and spoon, washed it, scalded it with a cup of boiling water, then she poured a cup of boiling water, scooped a spoonful of brown sugar, and threw a few pieces of ginger candy down, Stir with a spoon.

Jiang Chi put the cup next to the medicines, and she reminded: "Remember to take the medicine."

She took a look at the packet of ginger candy, tasted a piece, it was sweet.

But Jiang Chi didn't like the pungent smell of ginger very much, so he put the bag of ginger candies back into the bag and tied a knot.

Qin Sishao squatted on the ground and ate rice rolls, taking small bites, chewing slowly, but it tasted delicious.

After she took a few bites, she would look up at Jiang Chi, and when she saw Jiang Chi looking over, she would smile.

Kind of cute.

Jiang Chi kept a straight face, deliberately not looking at her.

She sat on another chair, turned around, and turned her back to Qin Sishao.

Jiang Chi couldn't tell why he was nice to Qin Sishao?

Perhaps, as Zhao Changning said, Jiang Chi is good to every girl.

Even if it is a stranger, she will help if she sees it.

Jiang Chi took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and she clicked on Lujiang Novel Website, looking for a novel to read.

Jiang Chi reads romance novels, cool novels, big heroine, the hero is a tool person, occasionally let out by the author for a walk.

In Jiang Chi's current cognition, novels only have romance.

She found a novel with an interesting text, read Chapter 1, copywriting fraud, and continued to look for it.

Qin Sishao had already finished eating.

She put the white foam lunch box on the cabinet, and planned to take it outside and throw it away when she left.

"Jiang Chi, can I have my schoolbag?" She asked softly.

Jiang Chi put his schoolbag on the bed.

Qin Sishao opened it, took out the notebook with a lock, and took a ballpoint pen with five colors.

She started writing in a notebook.

Jiang Chi glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, thinking she was reading notes and doing a problem.

I just feel that she is really hardworking, no wonder her grades in higher education are a few points behind No.2.

Jiang Chi chatted with his aunt on WeChat and said that he wanted to drink ginseng chicken soup at noon. She felt that her body was a little weak and needed a lot of tonic.

Xu Junling: "Overnutrition is not good either."

She thought it was a child's joke.

Qin Sishao wrote for a long time, until the first bottle of medicine ran out, and the doctor came in to change the second bottle of medicine.

She glanced at Qin Sishao's notebook, but she was too far away to see what was written.

Only densely packed words of several colors can be seen.

The doctor smiled and said, "Kids keep a diary."

Qin Sishao pursed her lips and shook her head.

The doctor was out, and someone came to see a doctor.

Several people came, all of them were elderly people.

When Jiang Chi heard the doctor's words, she looked over with probing eyes.

Qin Sishao was a little embarrassed.

After the doctor left, she whispered, "I'm writing a novel."

Jiang Chi was surprised, there are still people writing novels in notebooks now?

Many girls have had a dream of writing since elementary school. When Jiang Chi was in the third grade of elementary school, she wrote in her composition that she wanted to be a writer.

But she didn't even bother to write a composition of several hundred words. In the fourth grade, her dream became to be a host.

Now, Jiang Chi's dream is to be a fashion designer.

When he was in junior high school, Jiang Chi found that there were quite a few novel writers in his class. Basically, boys and girls who read novels had the idea of ​​writing novels. When they really started writing, they found that they couldn't write anything.

Have the desire to talk, but can not express.

Jiang Chi also wrote novels on the computer when he was in the second year of junior high school. It took almost a year to write five hundred words.

After she finished writing, she looked at it, but she didn't know what to say.

Jiang Chi responded lightly, "Oh."

She reads novels, but doesn't know much about writing them.

Seeing her indifference, Qin Sishao continued to write in the notebook.

What Qin Sishao wrote was the outline of the novel, the characters, and the outline of each chapter.

She wrote a dozen essays in her notebook, and each essay included the title and copywriting, the name of the main character, character, environment, and various supporting roles.

A novel is derived from a stalk, and after she polished it, it has changed from a stalk of dozens of words to an outline of tens of thousands of words.

After the second bottle of potion was finished, Qin Sishao put away his notebook and took out his math book to read.

When there was still one third of the last bottle of potion left, it was already eleven o'clock.

The doctor came in and asked if he needed a bottle of amino acid.

Jiang Chi raised his head and asked, "Is it good for your health?"

Doctor: "It's good for your health."

Jiang Chi got up: "Open a bottle."

She went out and paid.

Qin Sishao was thinking how much it cost her to be sick today.

She didn't ask the doctor to prescribe cold medicine, and planned to go to the school infirmary to get it. The school infirmary doesn't charge for cold medicine.

Qin Sishao looked at the money in the notebook, 700 yuan, and 500 yuan of living expenses in her meal card, and she planned to use up the 500 yuan for this semester.

The 700 yuan was saved by her to buy a mobile phone.

She wants to buy a mobile phone to write novels.

A dysmenorrhea and a cold, all the hard-earned money was gone.

She worked as a summer job for two months during the summer vacation. Because she was a minor, the boss gave her parents a salary of 6000 yuan, but they didn't give her a penny.

As a minor, I couldn't even find a job.

Qin Sishao desperately wanted to grow up.

Jiang Chi read the novel for a while, then clicked on the game he downloaded, and repaired the house in the game. She had already built two mansions in it.

At ten past twelve, the bottle of amino acid was finally finished.

Qin Sishao got off the bed and went outside to throw out the trash.

Jiang Chi stood against the wall, watching Jiang Pingan's message.

"When are you going back to school?"

"The meal is here."

"Mom said you want to drink chicken soup, and I made it specially for you."

"See a message back."

"Jiang Chi, where are you?"

Jiang Chi: "She's still on a drip, and I'll come to your class to pick up a lunch box when I get to school."

Jiang Pingan: "Hmph, if you don't take me there, I want to play too."

He was so envious.

Jiang Chi found him annoying.

It's really not for fun that she accompanied Qin Sishao out.

Qin Sishao finished carrying her schoolbag, holding the goose-yellow mug in both hands and looking at it, and then at the big strawberry on the spoon, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it.

"Jiang Chi, I won't give you the money for this cup, it's you who gave it to me."

Her eyes are bright.

Jiang Chi didn't care about the money, she was rich, very rich.

It's just that the money doesn't make her happy.

She bowed her head, her money was inherited from her mother.

She has no mother.

My aunt said that when she was six months old, her mother fell ill and died.

She's only seen pictures of her mom, and as for her dad, they say he died with her mom, and there isn't even a picture of her dad.

When Jiang Chi had memories, she was surrounded by people who loved her very much, except her parents.

After she became sensible, she never asked them about her parents.

dare not ask.

Grandparents will be sad.

Everyone will be sad.

But they also told her that she inherited what her mother owned, except for the shares.

Before her mother died, she gave all the shares to her uncle.

Mom hopes that uncle can treat her well and raise her up.

When Jiang Chi looked up, she had returned to normal, and she twitched the corner of her mouth: "It's up to you."

The smile on Qin Sishao's face froze.

She looked at Jiang Chi for a long while.

Her lips moved.

She wanted to ask Jiang Chi, did he know the meaning of giving the cup?

Jiang Chi's reaction told her that she didn't know.

Qin Sishao wants to be friends with Jiang Chi.

Be a good friend for life.

However, Qin Sishao felt that only she thought so.

Jiang Chi is not.

Jiang Chi held his phone and walked out.

Qin Sishao followed with a few bags.

The streets outside were full of people, most of them parents.

Qin Sishao thought Jiang Chi was going straight back to school, and she followed Jiang Chi, but saw her walking in the opposite direction.

Jiang Chi stopped outside a noodle restaurant.

The small shop has only a glass door and no windows.

The menu is posted on the wall inside, and the red font is very conspicuous.

Jiang Chi entered the noodle restaurant. There were about a dozen tables inside, and only two people were eating.

Jiang Chi found the corner seat and sat down.

Qin Sishao sat opposite her.

"Do you eat noodles or noodles?" She was looking at the menu on the table. There were many types. The cheapest fried rice noodles was 36 yuan, and the most expensive was [-] yuan, beef noodles.

Jiang Chi looked at it, and his slender white fingers rested on the pork noodle soup.

"I want to eat this."

Her tone was taken for granted: "I can only eat, you watch."

She has a brutal attitude.

Qin Sishao hadn't eaten the powder for eight yuan, and she basically hadn't eaten out, so she couldn't bear the money, unless it was to buy steamed buns.

She nodded, took out ten yuan from her schoolbag, went to the proprietress, and ordered a bowl of pork noodle soup.

The powder goes on quickly.

Pearl powder, a layer of transparent oil stains on the soup, on top are a few slices of lean pork, a few slices of pork liver, and some shallots, and the powder is underneath.

Jiang Chi pushed the white porcelain bowl over: "I don't eat pork liver."

Qin Sishao took a pair of disposable chopsticks from the bamboo tube, picked up the pork liver and ate it.

She pushed the bowl back: "Okay."

Jiang Chi took a pair of chopsticks and stirred.

She held the bowl and took a sip of the soup, it was just right, neither bland nor greasy.

Jiang Chi took another big sip, and she put down the bowl.

At mealtime, there are more people.

Gradually, the shop was full of people.

A table can seat four people, and a middle-aged man who was sharing the table came next to Qin Sishao, and ordered a bowl of fried rice noodles to eat.

When the proprietress delivered the noodles, she looked at Jiang Chi and then at Qin Sishao, wondering why these two girls only wanted one bowl of noodles.

Both of them were wearing the school uniforms of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School, especially Jiang Chi, who was juicy and extravagant, and his family conditions were very good at first glance. How could he be short of money for a bowl of noodles?

The two girls are both beautiful and well-behaved.

The proprietress was moved with compassion, she pushed the menu and asked Qin Sishao: "Little girl, what do you want to eat? I'll treat you to eat, no money."

Jiang Chi was poking the shallots inside with his chopsticks, when the landlady raised her head when she heard what the proprietress said.