Chapter 11 Chapter 11 My hair was suddenly rubbed. …

Qiao Yu was drunk and talkative. He was still mumbling to himself even when he was lying on the bed.

Jiang Mian put his ear close to listen, and heard a bunch of messy mumblings, but he couldn't make out what was being said.

Sometimes Qiao Yu would wake up and stare at Jiang Mian in a daze with his eyes open.

The light in the room was dim, and Jiang Mian lowered his eyes and looked at him.

Their eyes met in the air, and the broken hair cast shadows, swimming in the eyes like seaweed.

Qiao Yu's lower eyelashes are very long, probably because they need to hold back her tears all the time. The eyelashes grow in a row like the small white poplars on the border.

Jiang Mian stretched out his hand and wiped a line under his eyes with his fingertips.

Qiao Yu closed his eyes, revealing a small pink scar on his eyelid.

How come it's hurt here?

Jiang Mian couldn't help but think.

It was a thin, clean mark, probably caused by a sharp weapon.

It’s not a big deal if it gets bumped into something on a normal day, but the location is a bit dangerous. If it goes a little lower or a little deeper, your eyes might be in danger.

The fear of being late for who knows how long made him frown slightly.

The fingertips moved up and brushed over the scar again.

Qiao Yu was annoyed by the finger and turned his head and body to the other side.

As if in a fit of anger, he buried his head in his arms.

Jiang Mian had no choice but to take his hand back and cover him with the quilt.

-

The next day, Qiao Yu slept until he woke up naturally.

I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling of the dormitory. A faint light was coming from the desk.

His head ached a bit, but it was okay. Young people sober up quickly, and he didn’t drink much, so he almost recovered his energy after a night’s sleep, and could still vaguely remember what happened yesterday.

Qiao Yu propped himself up and sat up.

The desk was just opposite the bed, the desk lamp was on, and someone was sitting there.

Hearing the noise behind him, the man turned around, holding a book in his hand.

Jiang Mian... is reading a book?

The sun rises from the west.

"Awake?" Jiang Mian put the book down, "How do you feel?"

He stood up, and the legs of the stool rubbed against the ground, making a slight sound.

Qiao Yu frowned and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why are you here?"

Jiang Mian took the water cup from the bedside, walked around the bed, and brought the warm water over: "I encountered it yesterday."

"Did you meet him?" Qiao Yu looked up at him, "Are you kidding me?"

"Okay," Jiang Mian immediately changed his tone, "I came here specially to see you, have a drink of water."

Qiao Yu turned his face away.

"I have to be away for a while recently. I have already made arrangements with the hospital. You can take grandma there every weekend for a checkup. She likes it there and there are little cakes to eat."

Qiao Yu clenched the quilt with her fingers, too lazy to listen, and simply lay down again.

A low laugh came from the side, and the voice was much softer when he spoke again: "Remove me from the blacklist, I will send you a message."

Qiao Yu closed his eyes and pretended to be a cuckold.

If he couldn't shake it off, he would just ignore it. He wanted to see how long Jiang Mian could keep his warm face and cold butt.

The hair was suddenly ruffled.

The feeling of the fingers touching made Qiao Yu's neck shrink, and only the loose hair on the top of his head was scattered on the pillow.

My heart suddenly felt soft, like the soft bedding at this moment, and a hole was sunken in it as I rubbed it.

With a sour nose, Qiao Yu kicked the quilt in annoyance, like a kicking donkey.

Jiang Mian rose to the challenge and patted his head again: "There is porridge on the cabinet, drink some when you wake up. I'm leaving, take care of yourself."

Qiao Yu didn't know what position Jiang Mian was standing on to say such nonsense to her, making it seem like they knew each other very well.

But he was trapped in a dim warmth. After being touched, he felt lazy from the bottom of his heart and just wanted to keep the same posture until Jiang Mian left.

The door lock fell with a click, and the room fell silent again, as if no one had ever been there.

Qiao Yu curled up in the quilt and raised his hand to grab his hair.

He hated this kind of touch, hated this kind of intimacy that was obviously inappropriate but irresistible.

No future.

-

After being stuck in the quilt for nearly an hour, Qiao Yu got up and dressed himself up when it was time to go to work. He was ready to work like a slave.

On the bedside table was a short, fat portable thermos cup filled with rice porridge.

Jiang Mian should have been reading his material mechanics book this morning. The book had been put back to its original place, and on the draft paper aside were a few more force analysis drawings and some simple formula calculations.

Qiao Yu picked up the draft paper and confirmed several times that it was not his handwriting.

The former poor student who couldn’t even calculate a derivative can now read almost every book on his major?

Jiang Mian also went abroad to study such a trivial major? That shouldn’t be the case, right?

After being in a daze for a while, Qiao Yu took the thermos cup with him when he left.

I went to the cafeteria and bought two buns to take with me. I added sugar to the porridge and kept it warm.

Weekends are the busiest time for supplementary education institutions, and Qiao Yu could only stand until noon before he could take a short break.

I went to the school dormitory to take a nap, but Zhou Shuhe hadn't come back yet.

In the afternoon, he made an appointment for the equipment, went to the laboratory to do his experiment, recorded the data and then went to the studio to process it.

By the time I finished today's work, it was already half past ten in the evening.

The experimental building was dark, and the safety passage signs in the corridor emitted a striking and strange green light.

Qiao Yu had become accustomed to this kind of life and walked quickly through the deserted passage.

Aunt Sun didn't stay late today, but she still waited until Qiao Yu came back before leaving.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Sun, the experiment was done too late." Qiao Yu bought some grapes on the way and gave some to Aunt Sun, "Take them back for your sister to eat."

Aunt Sun took it with a smile: "School matters are important. If you send the message in advance, I can wait."

Grandma had already gone to bed, but she didn't see Qiao Yu before she went to bed. She was a light sleeper and would be woken up by the slightest noise.

"Grandma," Qiao Yu tucked her in, "Did you have a good meal today?"

"I've eaten, I've eaten," Grandma said quickly, "Have you eaten?"

"I ate it too." Qiao Yu smiled.

But grandma then asked: "Did Xiao Mian eat?"

The smile on Qiao Yu's face froze for a moment: "He ate it too."

"That's good, that's good," grandma sighed, "Everyone should eat their fill."

Qiao Yu's mood was thrown into chaos by this casual question.

He finished washing up and lay down on the small bed ready to go to sleep. Grandma started snoring, so noisy that he ran out of the bedroom, hugging the quilt, and curled up on the small bed in the living room.

He was still thinking about what Jiang Mian had said to him during the day, and was struggling over whether to take his grandma to the hospital.

I want to go, but I don’t want to have anything to do with Jiang Mian.

But grandma’s illness…

The bed creaked and he turned over.

I've been to the hospital and received prescription medicine, but there's no other good treatment for this disease except conservative treatment.

In just five years, my grandma went from being a strong old lady who could run and jump to being confused and unable to do anything.

Is it true, as Jiang Mian said, that in two years, I might lose the ability to take care of myself?

Although Qiao Yu didn't mind taking care of her grandma, her grandma would occasionally be lucid for a moment.

If an old lady who was so strong-willed when she was young found herself reduced to being able to only lie in bed and wait for others to serve her, she would probably not be able to accept it.

Otherwise just go.

Qiao Yu thought.

Who made him obsessed with studying for such a high-ranking graduate degree? At this stage, he is not capable of giving grandma the best treatment.

Grandma has raised Jiang Mian for so many years, there is no reason for her to avoid him when she is old.

It’s just that the Jiang family…

Qiao Yu touched his eyes.

That was not something a small commoner like him could contend with.

He would be afraid too.

Complex emotions were swirling in my heart, intertwining and influencing each other, turning into a mess.

Qiao Yu couldn't sleep well, so he opened his blacklist. I looked at Jiang Mian's profile picture over and over again, and finally couldn't help but drag him out.

After completing the operation, he immediately threw away his phone and went to sleep.

It's like if you've done something shameful, you can temporarily escape the guilt at that moment by quickly destroying the evidence at the scene.

I don't know how long it was before my phone vibrated.

Qiao Yu was half asleep and half awake. He stretched out an arm from under the quilt and touched around a few times outside. After getting the phone, he quickly retracted it into the quilt.

【Jiang Mian: The [moon] is sleeping.】 】

He squinted his eyes and stared at the small moon hanging behind the message.

Before my brain could start up, the next message came.

【Jiang Mian: Sorry to disturb your rest.】 】

Jiang Mian thought he was still on the blacklist, and because his messages were always rejected, he was more reckless in sending them.

As a result, suddenly one of the messages was sent successfully, and then I realized that the timing was not right.

Qiao Yu looked at the time. It was 2:30 in the morning.

Jiang Mian went to dig coal? Sleeping now?

Qiao Yu's hands were quicker than his brain. After sending the message, he realized that he shouldn't have such a natural conversation with Jiang Mian.

【Jiang Mian: I have dealt with some things and it is over. 】

There is no need to withdraw.

Qiao Yu deleted Jiang Mian’s dialog box, out of sight and at peace.

However, it was useless for him to unilaterally end the conversation, because soon, Jiang Mian sent another message.

【Jiang Mian: Not asleep? 】

【Qiao Yu: I woke you up.】 】

[Jiang Mian: Sorry [Wither]]

The corner of Qiao Yu's mouth twitched.

Why does Jiang Mian use such an old-fashioned expression?

He turned his phone to silent mode and ignored it.

The next day, Qiao Yu woke up before half past six.

He sat up and planned to turn off the alarm on his phone, but when he opened the screen, Jiang Mian's "Good morning" popped up.

There was no update on last night’s conversation, and this morning’s good morning greeting was just the time he woke up.

Qiao Yu turned off the alarm and didn't reply.

He tidied himself and went to see his grandmother in the bedroom.

While waiting for Aunt Sun to come, I carried my books and went to catch up with the morning morning routine.

He goes early and usually sits in the first row.

I went to class, went home after school, and had lunch as usual, but the difference was that I received a message from Jiang Mian on the way back to the dormitory.

【Jiang Mian: Good Afternoon [Sun]】

Who on earth likes this kind of report for elementary school students?

Moreover, just when he was upset and considering whether to block Jiang Mian for the second time, he felt that Zhou Shuhe looked at him differently.

"Is there...something?" Qiao Yu put the books for the afternoon class into his schoolbag.

"Yes...right." Zhou Shuhe's eyes were complicated.

Qiao Yu immediately put down the work in his hands and said, "Go ahead."

Zhou Shuhe chose his words carefully and thought over it again and again: "Your first love..."

Qiao Yu: “…”

I have a bad feeling.

Zhou Shuhe: "Is your last name Jiang?"