Xueba, he is always fishing for me [Rebirth]

Returning from Shanghai in a hurry, Qiu Chi didn't have time to prepare the New Year's goods in advance. He brought Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao back from Tang Haoyang's house, and then asked an old man who lived in Cherry Xie Street to write a couplet for the Spring Festival.

The old man is quite old and has retired a long time ago. He usually teaches calligraphy to children at home on weekends.

Ji Qingyan got up quite late that day, and when he opened his eyes, it was 10:30 in the morning.

Qiu Chi had already reposted the couplet and the door god.

Snowflakes began to fall again in the evening, mixed with the smoke and fire of every family's New Year's Eve dinner in the alley, leaving tiny light shadows in the brightly lit light.

The succulents at home have been placed on the window sill of the house since the beginning of winter. Ji Qingyan originally wanted to put the osmanthus tree next to the succulents, but Qiu Chi was worried that the osmanthus tree would not be able to stand the cold, so he placed it next to the heater.

Xiao Qiao has grown up now, but she still looks very thin. Compared with her mother, she looks very small, but she can eat very well. She often grabs Da Qiao's food, but unfortunately she doesn't gain weight.

After dinner, Qiu Chi tuned the TV to Central One: "What time does the Spring Festival Gala usually start?"

Ji Qingyan thought about it, it seemed that it was 07:30 or 08 o'clock, or it might be 30:[-], I forgot. "You really want to see it?" The Spring Festival Gala sounds boring.

"Don't other people watch it, don't you like it?" Qiu Chi asked him.

"Others just watch it, what does it have to do with us. When did you love following the crowd so much?"

"If you don't want to see... go! Let's get dressed and go out."

Ji Qingyan looked at the jacket he handed over: "What are you doing out there?"

"You just have to come!"

When Ji Qingyan went out, he saw an extra ladder in the yard at some point, stretching from the door to the roof.He followed Qiu Chi to the roof, and Qiu Chi collapsed on the roof, letting the wind blow his hair to pieces.

"Is it very tall?" Qiu Chi asked him with a smile, "When you stand up, you can see farther."

Ji Qingyan sighed: "My eyes are not good, and I can't see far away." This is always the case as long as it is dark, even if there are lights around, it is still easy to see clearly.

"Then let's come up again during the daytime." Qiu Chi shivered, "It's so cold, let's wait for spring next time."

"Yeah." Ji Qingyan also buried the tip of his nose in the scarf.

Qiu Chi pointed to the crabapple tree in the yard: "This crabapple tree was planted by my grandfather when my mother was young. It will bloom in April."

"Ah."

"When I was in Shanghai before, didn't the old man say that he made the sweet-scented osmanthus wine himself, then I will try to pick some crabapple, and we will make crabapple wine."

Ji Qingyan was afraid when he heard the homemade wine: "Can it work? It won't be the same as the wine last time." The ceiling was blown up last time.

"Impossible! Last time that was made by Tang Haoyang, I must be better than him." Qiu Chi snorted, "I'll find a glass jar later, and prepare all the materials in advance. Open, you can do it directly.”

"We'll talk about April in April, why are you in such a hurry."

"I checked, and according to the time, this wine will be available for drinking in June, which is probably when you celebrate your birthday." He suddenly thought that it seemed that Tang Haoyang had said this last time, so Qiu Chi added, " I am much more reliable than Tang Haoyang, last time he was just talking nonsense, but what I said will definitely succeed."

Ji Qingyan thought it was funny, he nodded: "Okay, then I'll wait and see."

Qiu Chi moved a little closer in his direction, pulled his right hand, and put a string of beads on Ji Qingyan's wrist: "It's for you!" Ji Qingyan is left-handed and needs to write with his left hand, so Qiu Chi put a string of beads on him. to the right.

Ji Qingyan felt a sudden icy touch on his wrist. He raised his hand and saw that it was a beaded bracelet with a small pendant hanging in the middle.

Qiu Chi smiled and asked him, "Isn't it pretty?"

"I'm not a girl, you put a bracelet on me?" Ji Qingyan asked him.

"Who said that a bracelet must be worn by a girl, and who said that the person who wears a bracelet must be a girl? Brother Yan, why do you still believe in this stereotype?" Qiu Chi explained, "The floating flowers in the jade beads are special. It looks like sweet-scented osmanthus, with a jade cicada hanging in the middle. I carved this jade cicada myself, and it may not look quite like it, after all, I don’t have professional tools..."

Ji Qingyan touched the overly simple texture on Yuchan, and asked, "Why did you send this?"

"In this day when gongs and drums are blaring, firecrackers are blaring! Red flags are flying, and there are huge crowds of people... Of course, I wish our brother Yan the number one exam in the summer in advance. Then I will open the door wide and let the neighbors come to eat you No. [-] seat." Qiu Chi touched Ji Qingyan's shoulder, "How is it? Interesting enough!"

Ji Qingyan thought it was outrageous when he thought about it: "You should participate in this event by yourself."

"That can't be done. If you're absent, I'll be very sad, okay?" Qiu Chi took his hand and said, "Ji Qingyan, I was actually optimistic about the calendar last year. This year, the day of our college entrance examination is the Dragon Boat Festival. It's yours." Birthday, so I want to give you this in advance."

"But I gave you Huang Jingui and Qingyu Chan, not to wish you a happy birthday, I wish you that day—"

"The success of the Toad Palace is a blockbuster."

In the bright moonlight, it is the wanton madness of young people.

Ji Qingyan's voice was a little trembling, and he asked softly, "Then why can't we deliver it on that day?"

"It's been stringed up in advance, I think it's so beautiful, I can't bear it until June."

After the Spring Festival, the third year of high school started early, and the spring was cold, and it was unbearably cold in March.

The aunt who lived next door came to deliver toon to Qiu Chi one morning before they left: "It's too cold this year, the toon doesn't look very good, and people keep stealing it..."

"You don't need to bring it to me, just keep it for yourself."

"Why are you being polite to me, really..."

Qiu Chi couldn't say why, the weather was strangely cold.Perhaps the climate in the north and the south is indeed very different. He has obviously taken care of the little sweet-scented osmanthus tree very seriously, but there are still more and more dead branches, and the leaves are not as good as when he was in Shanghai.

Spring in Beijing seems to come very late. In March, it snowed several times. It was so cold that no one took off their down jackets. The heating stopped in mid-March, and people shivered in the house.

After the snow fell, it rained one after another, and people who were cold couldn't sleep at night.

Tang Haoyang and Lu Peng were terribly frozen in the dormitory. They probably turned on the warm air together, but if the warm air is turned on in the north, it will be extremely dry. Tang Haoyang called Qiu Chi and asked him if he could put the white square Take the humidifier to your own dormitory for use.

Qiu Chi was lying on the bed, and this place happened to be able to see the shadow of the potted osmanthus tree. The leaves on the sapling were getting fewer and fewer, leaving a lot of bare texture alone, which looked pitiful.

The sound of the rain outside the window was noisy, like the tip of a needle, constantly stinging the nerve endings.Even when I returned home, I couldn't escape the crows near the Temple of Heaven. It was raining outside, and the crows' voice was very sad and heart-piercing.

Qiu Chi shrank under the quilt in a panic: "Brother, I'm a little cold, can you give me a hug."

Ji Qingyan was so disturbed by the noise outside the window that he couldn't sleep well. While half asleep, he put his arms around Qiu Chi's waist and buried his face between his chin and neck.

This position is warm, and Qiu Chi's slow and rhythmic heartbeat can still be heard.

"Go to sleep." He whispered.

"Yeah." Qiu Chi reached out and hugged him on the back.

This ghostly weather lasted until after the Ching Ming Festival. The four-petal flowers that were blooming on the small osmanthus tree had long since withered, and the branches and leaves were not as good as they were in Shanghai. Qiu Chi regretted it a bit. I knew that the flowers would be so unaccustomed to the environment. Well, they shouldn't have brought back the sweet-scented osmanthus tree back then, it was still so beautiful in Shanghai.

Fortunately, the crabapple flowers finally sprouted new year's buds in such bitter cold.

He should be happy at first, but the warmer the weather, the more flustered Ji Qingyan became. I don't know if he was thinking too much, or he always felt that something was forgotten, or it was about to happen.

It was raining lightly again that afternoon, and the trees in spring were stained with fresh green.

Ji Qingyan rested his chin and looked at the classical Chinese reading questions on the table. He couldn't read it, but slowly pressed the spring at the end of the ballpoint pen.

Sun Peng didn't know when he came in from the back door of their class, and kicked Qiu Chi's chair: "Hey, your class teacher is looking for you, and you are in the office."

Seeing his "I did it on purpose" expression, Ji Qingyan felt very upset. Why didn't he just stay in class 6 and come to his own class.

Qiu Chi was sorting out the wrong physics questions just now, he turned around and asked, "What's the matter?"

Sun Peng leaned on the blackboard newspaper at the back of the classroom, swayed with his hips on his hips and said, "Hmph, it's not a good thing anyway."

Ji Qingyan took advantage of the situation and wanted to stand up: "Can you speak?"

Qiu Chi took Ji Qingyan's hand and comforted him: "Brother Yan, it's okay." Then he said to Sun Peng, "Thank you, I'll go right away."

I don't know what Chen Shu wanted him for, why did he ask the students from class 6 to come over?Qiu Chi thought for a long time along the way, but he couldn't figure out why Chen Shu was looking for him. Could it be that he made some low-level mistakes in homework yesterday?

Until he walked to the door of the office and just took a step, the whole figure seemed to be nailed in place, and he didn't take a step forward.

Hong Weijun stood beside Chen Shu's desk, and Teacher Chen stood beside him.Seeing Qiu Chi coming, he waved to him and showed a fake smile: "Xiao Chi, haven't you seen Dad for a long time? Come here!"

Seeing Qiu Chi standing there expressionless, Hong Weijun smiled at Chen Shu in embarrassment: "Teacher, look at this child, he still recognizes me as a child."

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The author has something to say:

As mentioned in the copy, the two will be separated for a while in the third year of high school

We will be separated soon (the separation is for a better reunion!!!

Thanks to Yu Xi, the cutie, for the landmines ~ everyone, cuties, come on in the new semester!