I live next door and my surname is Jiang

What is the life of a ten-year-old child? Maybe he grows up carefree under the care of his parents, occasionally makes some small mistakes to make his parents angry, there will be cakes and dolls on his birthday, and he will complain about his unsatisfactory grades every day. distressed.

Dai You didn't know what the life of the children outside the village was like, but he knew that although his family was similar to other children in the village, his life was different from those children.

He will not climb trees with them, secretly go to Internet cafes to surf the Internet, and play with beautiful girls.

When the first ray of dawn hits the adobe house at the edge of the village in the morning, he will get up early and start a busy day.

"Grandpa, how many times have I told you, don't run around," he said with childishness on his face, but his words were mature, and carefully helped the grandfather who had just walked out of the door back into the house.

Grandpa smiled, "The old man just came out for a walk, the sun is good today."

Dai You moved a wicker chair and placed it in the small yard in a muffled voice, pushed aside the vines that grew everywhere, and helped grandpa to the wicker chair, thinking that he would have time to trim the weeds in the yard, and he couldn't let them go Chaotic length.

Grandpa looked at Dai You who was busy in the yard like a spinning top, and squinted his eyes at the golden sunlight shining through the vines on the mottled spots on the ground, "You You, don't you go to class today?"

Dai You's hands froze, and the dirty water from washing clothes splashed on his face. He wiped his sleeves carelessly, and the dirty water mixed with sweat, "Grandpa, I can learn by myself at home."

Grandpa sighed and didn't say anything else. He shook the big cattail fan and brought a breeze.

Today is also a good day.

Looking at the bright sun above his head, Jiang Mianchi once again suspected that Qin Zixiu was up to something ulterior.

He agreed to take him to meet the student who didn't want to go to class the next day, but he walked with him under the sun for more than an hour. He suspected that he would go back to the capital if he left.

Qin Zixiu knew he was in the wrong, so he handed him a tissue, "I told you not to meddle in your own business, you have to come and have a look, if I could persuade him to go back, I would have persuaded him to go back a long time ago."

Jiang Mianchi wiped the sweat off his face, and pointed at a vegetable field expressionlessly, "Why does this field look familiar to me?"

"..." Qin Zixiu closed his mouth.

There are many field ridges in the countryside, which are intricate and complicated. If you go wrong on one road, you will get lost.

In short, Young Master Qin would not admit that he is a road idiot even if he was killed.

"Drink water, I remember there is a small shop over there."

As soon as Jiang Mianchi raised his eyelids, he saw a small red-brick Wuwa house with a "Little Fatty Grocery Store" sign on it that couldn't be removed, and a dog lying hot and panting at the door.

"...Go and see."

The dog seemed to know Qin Zixiu, and when he saw him, he immediately opened his eyes and ran to lie down on his feet, showing his furry belly.

"..." Qin Zixiu kicked it away, "Silly dog."

The dog was hit hard in the stomach and whimpered aggrievedly. Seeing a stranger next to him, he walked around him slowly and sniffed his trousers.

Jiang Mianchi was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and unconsciously grabbed the corner of Qin Zixiu's clothes.

Fortunately, the dog found that the stranger had no food and was not aggressive, so he didn't pester him any more, and lazily ran back to lie down under the eaves to enjoy the cool.

Qin Zixiu gave him a funny look, and retaliated very naively, "It seems that your charm doesn't work well with dogs."

The first thing I heard was that I was still holding grudges about the children's empathy.

Jiang Mianchi was so hot that he didn't feel aggressive, so he sat down on the chair in front of the small grocery store and didn't want to move any more. He lazily kicked his feet, "I want Coke, iced."

"One bottle of mineral water, no more."

With that said, he still bought him a bottle of Coke.

When the can was pulled open, there was a sting, and the bubbles rushed out. Jiang Mianchi took a sip, feeling alive again.

Qin Zixiu glanced at the dusty chair with distaste, and sat next to Jiang Mianchi.

Neither of them spoke.

One is afraid of being scolded, and the other is afraid of not being able to bear it.

After listening to the Coke, Jiang Mianchi was finally able to speak calmly, "Can we reach that student's home within an hour?"

Qin Zixiu looked at him with a look of "I'm angry but keep smiling", and asked without any desire to survive, "Maybe we can return the same way within an hour?"

"..."

"Wait, don't be angry, it's wrong, it's not far from the child's house."

Jiang Mianchi put down the Coke bottle in his hand and sat back where he was.

Sitting beside him, Qin Zixiu could see the drooping eyelashes and the broken hair sticking to his forehead when he was resting quietly, and the blush on his cheeks.

After a while, he said without thinking, "You can't get a tan?"

Jiang Mianchi looked at him suspiciously, then raised her arms to compare with Qin Zixiu's.

Compared with Qin Zixiu's arm, his arm was slender and white, like a white lotus root that would break if it was snapped.

He rubbed his arms, and put them down indifferently, "Probably, I didn't pay much attention myself."

If this sentence is said, it will kill those who spend a lot of money on maintenance every day. Qin Zixiu originally thought that a beauty like him should be raised in a greenhouse, but who knows that it is really hard to abandon her natural beauty.

He looked at his wrist, which could be circled with one hand, and the white fingers and the red coke bottle together had a bit of visual impact.

Jiang Mianchi had had enough rest, stood up and threw the Coke bottle into the snakeskin bag with many drink bottles beside it, patted the ashes on his body, "Let's go, if you go the wrong way again, I'll hit you on the ground."

Qin Zixiu really couldn't hold back now, and burst out laughing.

"..." Jiang Mianchi felt that he had no dignity. Could it be that his combat effectiveness seemed so low?

Even if it is true, laughing out loud is too much, right?

After Qin Zixiu laughed at Jiang Mianchi, in order not to give him a chance to mock back, his sense of direction finally came online, and he successfully brought Jiang Mianchi to the place before sunset.

This is a very secluded small courtyard, sandwiched between many villas, as if squeezed in, pitiful and out of place.

Jiang Mianchi likes the fence outside very much, it is covered with green vines and morning glory, and the tall poplar trees almost cover the entire yard, making it almost impossible for the harsh sunlight to get a glimpse of the yard through the gaps in the leaves.

Jiang Mianchi stepped on her feet and looked into the yard.

Qin Zixiu didn't intend to help at all, he stood aside and admired the beauty's posture, a beauty is a beauty, and the obscene movements made by others looked like an oil painting to him.

Jiang Mian gave him a blank look, and cautiously called out to the yard, "Hello, is anyone there?"

"Here we come," a trembling old grandfather came out of the small room, holding a cane in one hand and a big fan in the other, standing inside the door and squinting his eyes for a long time while holding his reading glasses.

"The old man is getting old and his memory is not good. Which family's doll is this?"

Jiang Mianchi pulled Qin Zixiu towards the door with a cold face, "It's about you, baby."

Qin Zixiu, who was pulled to the front, didn't bother with him, and called out with a sneer, "Grandpa Dai, I'm a teacher at the school, I'm here to see you!"

Grandpa Dai recognized Qin Zixiu, opened the door with a smile and muttered, "You kid also has a heart, and you still come to see me, a bad old man."

Young Master Qin, who was forced to lead the way, glanced at Jiang Mianchi with a guilty conscience.

Jiang Mianchi didn't notice his little emotions, and after Grandpa Dai opened the door, she took the initiative to help him, with a cute face, "Grandpa Dai, I'm the new teacher."

Although Grandpa Dai couldn't see the person clearly, he could still feel the kindness of this person, and responded with a smile, "Okay, okay, come in quickly, the old man will make tea for you."

The small house is very simple, but very clean. A thin layer of moss grew on the mahogany windows, and the owner of the house raised a pot of mint on it, with fresh and lovely leaves.

Grandpa Dai’s tea set is a set of clay pottery with bluegrass patterns on it. Grandpa Dai saw Jiang Mianchi looking at the cup and explained, “I was a craftsman when I was young, and I made these before.”

Jiang Mianchi blew away the tea leaves floating on the water, took a sip, and praised, "It's beautifully made, and the design is also very delicate."

The old man sighed, "Unfortunately, young people nowadays are not interested, and no one will inherit this craft."

Jiang Mianchi stroked the cup with his fingers, "It would be a pity not to carry forward such a good craftsmanship."

The old man smiled and sighed, "I'm getting older, I'm afraid I can't do it anymore."

Jiang Mian smiled calmly, "Then let the young people do it."

Qin Zixiu looked at the cup in surprise, he hadn't noticed it when he came here last time, and now Jiang Mianchi found out that this set of cups is really different.

The orchid on the top has the characteristics of Chinese flower-and-bird painting, and the running script next to it is like clouds and flowing water.

At this time, Jiang Mianchi got up in a calm manner. While drinking tea, he chatted with Mr. Dai. The old man quickly fell in love with this polite and well-behaved child, and soon took him to watch the chess pieces he made himself. .

Taking advantage of the old man's inattention, Qin Zixiu approached Jiang Mianchi, "Hey, why don't you ask?"

Jiang Mianchi filled his cup with tea, "What's the rush?"

Grandpa Dai took out a delicate box from the inner room, and opened the switch with a flick of his finger. Inside were two rows of chess pieces, one row of red pieces and one row of black pieces.

Jiang Mianchi took out one, examined it carefully, and exclaimed, "Are all the characters on it carved out? It's so beautiful."

Qin Zixiu took a few glances, but didn't see Mingtang, and quietly huddled aside to drink tea.

Mr. Dai was overjoyed by the praise, and said modestly, "It's not good now, when I get old, I can't even hold a pen."

Jiang Mianchi chatted with Mr. Dai for a few more words, and then casually asked, "Dai You hasn't come back yet?"

Mr. Dai squinted his eyes to look at the sky outside, and then estimated, "He should be back soon. He will come back to cook at night, so you can stay and eat."

Qin Zixiu breathed a sigh of relief, and finally got to the point.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Mianchi nodded calmly and stood up, "In this case, we don't bother, there are still people at home waiting for us to go back for dinner."

Qin Zixiu, "...???"

The old man also looked a little confused, and he got up to see them off after a moment of stupefaction.

Before Jiang Mianchi left, he waved at the old man, "Please!"

The old man smiled and waved his fan at him, "Come again next time, drink tea and play chess with the old man."

Qin Zixiu asked in disbelief, "We just went back like this???"

Jiang Mianchi nodded naturally, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Qin Zixiu couldn't understand that Jiang Mianchi spent nearly a day here just to chat with an old man, and frowned, "You came here just to drink tea?"

When Jiang Mian reached his goal late, he could still see Qin Zixiu's embarrassment. He was so happy that he almost forgot about being dismissed by him in the afternoon, "If that child doesn't go to school yet, we will come again."

Seeing Qin Zixiu's bewildered expression, he still couldn't help but cursed, "You idiot!"

The old man sent the two young people away, returned to the room and lightly brushed the dust off the chess, and gave a meaningful "hmm".

"He's really a smart kid."

The author has something to say: Father: blah blah blah blah

Jiang Mianchi: blah blah blah blah

Qin Zixiu: ovo?

The next chapter will be dedicated to Brother Qin

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