Demolition of the bridge across the river

"Separation?" Bianqiao frowned slightly, and pulled Gou Xiaohe off his body, "What separation?"

Gou Xiaohe recounted the conversation between him and his aunt, and expressed his conjecture to Bian Qiao: "I think that since my aunt has made up her mind, maybe she really wants to divorce?"

The more Bianqiao listened to him, the deeper his eyebrows furrowed.

He didn't answer Gou Xiaohe's words, and his eyes looked a little annoyed.

"If my aunt and uncle divorce, then I will definitely move out with her, and then we will not be able to be together. When I think about it, I..."

Gou Xiaohe was still chattering, but Bianqiao suddenly interrupted him: "Do you want to move away?"

"Of course I don't want to." Gou Xiaohe was taken aback, suspecting that Bian Qiao hadn't listened to him just now, and re-focused him, "I mean if."

"No hypotheses." Bian Qiao interrupted again, he didn't seem to want to talk about this with Gou Xiaohe, he opened the door and went downstairs, "Don't run anywhere."

Whether the adults get divorced or not is not something that their two children can "if".

Gou Xiaohe attached great importance to this matter, and was almost ready to be notified by his aunt at any time, "I divorced your uncle", and even thought about what to pack when he moved out.

But the facts were the same as what Bianqiao told him, and my aunt never mentioned it again.

I had a cold war with my uncle for a while, but when the New Year came, they looked the same as before, talking and laughing.

It's like nothing happened.

Gou Xiaohe was actually a little panicked for his aunt. It would be fine if his uncle could change it. After all these years, he doesn't seem to have that kind of perseverance, and he might not even think about changing it at all.

Marriage is a lifetime thing, with such a person, no matter how much money you have, you should not be happy.

But these are not things that he should take care of now.

——The third year of high school has entered the last semester. For Gou Xiaohe and Bian Qiao, nothing is more important than preparing for the college entrance examination.

After the model ended, Gou Xiaohe was very depressed.

He really feels that he doesn't have enough time now. Before, he was concentrating on making up mathematics and science, but the mathematics has improved, and the problem of always going off topic in the composition is imminent.

Bian Qiao couldn't help with the composition, his expressive ability was just average in composition.

"These words are actually arguments." Jiang Chao drew a few lines on the stem of the title, "As long as this kind of composition gives you one thing and multiple opinions, no matter whether it is a different opinion or a different phenomenon, no matter what the title says , give you a few points, you just think about the reasons for putting forward this argument, as long as you find out one reason, it will be the center of your composition."

"Ah." Gou Xiaohe seemed to understand, and took back the paper, "So I'm still digressing?"

"A little bit." Jiang Chao roughly scanned his composition and smiled, "I wanted to deduct a little bit, but I didn't deduct it at all."

"You see, the materials are all famous sentences from past dynasties, but they are lacking in the background given by the title. The reason is that they have not adapted to the current situation and local conditions. This is what the composition wants you to write."

Jiang Chao analyzed it for him unhurriedly, ticked Gou Xiaohe's composition topic again, and smiled: "It's not impossible for you to feel sorry for the ancients for the times have changed, at least you have to add a 'but'—but the times have changed. Yes, we have to innovate. Only in this way can we barely catch the question.”

Gou Xiaohe suddenly realized, took the paper back and thought about it again, nodded to express his admiration for Jiang Chao, and couldn't help sighing: "I just think too much."

"You are thinking too much." Cui Yang turned his pen and looked back happily, "I think you think too little every day."

"Is there?" Gou Xiaohe was very serious, leaning forward, leaning against Jiang Chao's arm and wanting to discuss with Cui Yang, "I feel that I can consider other people's words..."

"Go back to your seat after asking." Bian Qiao sat in the front and was annoyed by their chatter. He glanced back at Gou Xiaohe, his eyes gliding to his and Jiang Chao's arms, and frowned, "So many words."

Gou Xiaohe immediately shut his mouth and got up to leave.

Yu Xi Tuan Dui Jiang Chao smiled and winked at him: "You and I definitely don't understand the same thing about Bian Qiao."

"Really?" Gou Xiaohe stopped, feeling amazed, "What do you understand?"

Bian Qiao's eyes moved again, and he quickly slipped away clutching the paper.

When the evening self-study was about to end, Ren Pengfei ran to their class. This time he didn't come to urge them to leave quickly, he also came with paper questions.

"Qiao'er, Brother Qiao, what the hell does this question mean? After listening to our class, I still don't understand it."

He lay down on Cui Yang's desk, spread the crumpled test paper in front of Bian Qiao, and asked him the last big question.

"Are you sick?" Cui Yang had half packed his schoolbag, and was taken aback by his movement, "You study too? What stimulated you?"

"Get out." Ren Pengfei looked terrified, "Your father has always loved studying, okay?"

After falling in love for less than 5 minutes, he couldn't hold back and confessed.

"My dad said he would buy me a car if I pass the exam," he chuckled, "I've seen all the models."

Ren Pengfei was not the only one who suddenly started to love studying. Hu Yuantou just went crazy and asked Gou Xiaohe in the middle of the night to ask for his high school notes for three years.

Gou Xiaohe asked him the same way: Are you sick?

Hu Yuan: I am a man again

Hu Yuan: My mother said that as long as I am admitted to university, I will buy me an Apple Family Bucket

Hu Yuan: I'm still not rushing?

Gou Xiaohe has never experienced the reward method in his studies since he was a child. He is very conscious and has always known that learning is his own business, not to make deals with the school, nor to get any rewards.

Mainly no one has used this trick with him.

After returning home and taking a shower, when he was lying on the desk and writing the questions, he thought about it, and ran towards the bridge house with the pen in his hand.

"Bian Qiao, do you have anything you want?" He came directly behind Bian Qiao and hung it on his shoulder through the back of the chair.

"What are you doing?" Bian Qiao turned his head slightly, "You want to buy it for me?"

"I also want to encourage you." Gou Xiaohe looked over his shoulder to see what question he was writing, "Maybe there is a reward, how many more points can you score?"

Bian Qiao looked at him for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Can you give it?"

Gou Xiaohe could understand his tone - Bianqiao used all good things, and he didn't comment on other aspects of his uncle, at least he never saved money on Bianqiao, and he didn't need Bianqiao to ask, he would always be prepared with a sufficient amount.

"I can save it." Gou Xiaohe thought about it seriously, "As long as it is what you want, I am willing to save money to buy it for you."

"As long as it's what I want?" Bian Qiao looked at him and repeated.

"It's too expensive." Gou Xiaohe was a thug and drew a line, "I definitely can't buy a car."

He never pays attention to the distance when talking to Bian Qiao, he has no concept of that, at this moment their foreheads are almost touching together, Bian Qiao watched him for a long time without speaking, Gou Xiaohe blinked, held his breath and moved forward again some.

Bianqiao's shoulders tensed, and he subconsciously breathed lightly.

"You lost your eyelashes." Gou Xiaohe twitched an eyelash from his face.

Bianqiao's expression instantly became speechless.

"Not now." He turned back to continue writing the questions, and gently tapped his elbow back, "Go back and do your homework, don't pick me up."

"Then you have thought of what you want, remember to tell me." Gou Xiaohe scratched in his hair again, and rubbed it twice indiscriminately.

"Yes." Bian Qiao replied lightly, "I'll tell you after the college entrance examination."

Bian Qiao is not the only one who has plans after the college entrance examination.

The cram school followed the school's rhythm, and when it was the third round of review, Sister Ice Cream's score increased to become the first in the class.

She was so happy that she asked Bian Qiao directly in front of everyone: "My Qiao, if I were admitted to the same university as you, would you consider me?"

"Hey!" The booing in the class spread instantly.

"If you can really get the score of Bianqiao, I will support it." Even the teacher joked.

Gou Xiaohe lay down in the front row to do the questions, his hands didn't stop, and he turned to look at Bianqiao's reaction.

"Then go for it." Bianqiao didn't agree, but he didn't refuse, and even smiled slightly.

He smiled very narrowly, and was very handsome, so handsome that Gou Xiaohe twisted his pen and drew a big black line on the notebook.

"Why did you tell Miss Ice Cream like that?" On the way home at night, he followed Bian Qiao and asked with a wry face.

"What's the matter?" Bian Qiao asked him back, "You don't want to?"

"It's not whether I want to..." Gou Xiaohe tried to think, "Don't you not like girls?"

If you don't like it, why not just reject it?

In case Miss Ice Cream does pass the exam, does Bian Qiao really want to be with her?

Thinking about this possibility, Gou Xiaohe felt awkward from the bottom of his heart.

He also mentioned to Bian Qiao that he wanted to be admitted to a school with him, but Bian Qiao never agreed so clearly.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. He muttered to himself behind and kicked Bianqiao's heel.

Bian Qiao stopped, looked back at him, and sighed lightly.

"Look at me." He flicked his finger on Gou Xiaohe's forehead.

Gou Xiaohe rubbed his forehead and looked up at him.

"First of all, this is the college entrance examination." Bian Qiao's tone was light, with a rare seriousness, "Secondly, she said 'consider', and I said 'come on'."

"Finally." Bian Qiao took a step closer to him, "You're jealous."

The last sentence he used is an affirmative sentence, which is the same affirmation as the previous two sentences.

Gou Xiaohe was still thinking about the previous two sentences, when he heard the final conclusion suddenly, he raised his head with a "Huh?" and stared at Bianqiao.

"Huh?" Bianqiao raised his eyebrows slightly, imitating him.

"I don't." Gou Xiaohe subconsciously denied it, shook his head and walked forward, "I'm thinking about you."

"Oh." Bianqiao immediately switched to a sneer, "You are so kind."

"I just don't want you to be with someone you don't like." Gou Xiaohe muttered, "Whether you like girls or boys, I will support you, so I hope everything is fine for you."

The positions of the two of them were changed, and Bian Qiao followed Gou Xiaohe instead.

Gou Xiaohe looked at the extended and overlapping shadows of the two of them, which grew and shortened according to the distance from the street lights above his head, and couldn't help but think of the tired appearance of his aunt lying on the sofa.

Bianqiao will not become the second uncle, and he must not become the second aunt.

"What if I like you?"

Thoughts were wandering endlessly, he heard Bian Qiao speak in a low voice behind him.

"What?" Gou Xiaohe was taken aback, then turned to look at him.

Bianqiao stopped at a distance from him to a street lamp, and a small flying insect "buzzed" and flapped its wings, bumping against the lampshade over and over again from a high place.

"I said, do you eat roasted sweet potatoes?" Bianqiao put his pocket in his pocket and tilted his chin towards the small cart across the road.