Chapter 21: Accompany You
She always looked up when she looked at him.
Her soft black hair stuck to her cheeks, and her eyes were bright, as if he was the only one in them, which made Xu Jiqing feel uncomfortable all over.
He pursed his lips and took the rag without touching her hand at all.
"Don't follow me."
His voice was cold.
Su Xia didn't get angry, she nodded calmly, "Okay."
Xu Jiqing ignored her.
At twelve o'clock noon, the last class of each grade had ended. It was the busiest time in the cafeteria, and the principal and his group had already come up.
The crowd was very lively and Xu Jiqing wanted to change places. When he looked up, he saw Su Xia still standing two steps away.
She was holding the little bucket in her hand, as if it were some kind of childish kidnapping.
Facing his cold face, she blinked innocently and mouthed to him, "I'm not following you."
There are many people in the aisle.
She moved every time Xu Jiqing took a step, and dodged several waves of people clearing the plates before she got to his side.
The table in front of me was covered with flower shells, and chili peppers and coriander stalks were scattered everywhere.
Su Xia had no tools in her hand, so she picked up a spoon and carefully helped to put it away. "Don't be angry."
"I just don't want others to say bad things about you."
Only a little princess who is used to hearing nice things would speak in such a matter-of-fact tone.
But for someone like Xu Jiqing, those words could even be considered mild, leaving no trace at all.
"Not angry."
Xu Jiqing stopped looking at her and said, "This is not the place for you."
Su Xia still held the spoon in her hand, "But I want to accompany you."
Xu Jiqing's thin lips tightened.
While the girl's hand was still on the table, he stretched out his arm and took the bucket back.
Crowds of people came and went in waves.
The 30-minute news on TV had finished and a tourist advertisement for a scenic spot was playing. Amid the soothing music, Xu Jiqing turned his head inadvertently.
The last hot week of late summer.
The sky outside the window was blue, the sun was scorching, and the fan above my head was spinning.
Two tables away, Su Xia was still following him quietly, holding a wet ball of paper in her palm. She took out the last new piece of paper from her school uniform pocket, unfolded it and folded it again.
The handkerchief tissue was very popular among girls that year. It was a little more expensive than ordinary ones and had a scent.
Su Xia accompanied him.
He lowered his head, his expression serious and stubborn.
Use pieces of tissue paper to wipe away the water marks that cannot be wrung out.
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After leaving the cafeteria, Su Xia was always worried and seemed absent-minded in everything he did.
In the afternoon music class, the teacher asked the class monitor to turn on the projector so that the whole class could watch a classic old movie together.
Su Xia huddled by the windows in the back rows, lifted a small corner of the curtain, and wrote a letter of complaint to the principal's mailbox in the little light.
She is the best at telling tales.
Ever since she could remember, Su Xiaojuan told her that if you can endure hardship, there will be endless hardship, and if you are bullied, you must not let the other party have an easy time.
It's just that in her previous life, she had narrowed her path. All she cared about was who pulled her pigtails, who secretly took a picture of her running 800 meters with her chest in her arms, and who gave her bad nicknames like "cow" in the boys' group.
She has more important things to do now.
Before leaving the cafeteria, Su Xia stayed in front of the bulletin board at the door for a long time.
Even if it is an outsourced service provider, the city will send people to inspect hygiene every semester, and the management personnel's information must be transparent.
She tilted her head back, stretched out a finger, and compared the rows of blue-background photos one by one, and finally found the face of the middle-aged man.
She didn't bring her cell phone, and she was afraid that she would forget it because of her bad memory, so she kept repeating her name and work number along the way, and only felt relieved after writing it down on a piece of paper.
This is Xu Jiqing, who will be listed first on the list of outstanding alumni in the future.
Even if he didn't become successful later and was just a work-study student with mediocre grades, what did he do wrong to be treated so harshly by a mere restaurant manager?
When she first started writing, Su Xia felt that she was being a pity for others and felt guilty about it.
But the more she wrote, the more upset she felt. By the time she put the last period, the entire page of manuscript paper was filled.
Su Xia bit the pen cap and read through it several times, then folded the manuscript into three pieces.
Before stuffing it into the envelope, he paused at the blank space and carefully added the names of Su Xiaojuan and his family's company.
I'm sorry, mom.
She clasped her hands together and bowed to Ms. Su several times silently in her heart.
This boy saved her life in her previous life.
Let her take advantage of the situation for once and bless him at the same time.
The principal's mailbox of No. 1 Middle School is placed in front of the administrative building. It is painted red, the same color as the school emblem. Next to it is the small door that students in the competition class must pass through to enter and exit.
As soon as the bell rang, Su Xia picked up the envelope and ran downstairs.
Worried that her motives were too obvious and would be remembered by Xu Jiqing's classmates, she slipped away after throwing the letter, went around to the canteen, and brought back two bags of spicy strips.
Put one pack in your own drawer.
A pack was given to He Miao in the front seat to silence him.
The girl asked her all afternoon why she didn't come back at noon, and whether she went to the infirmary for dysmenorrhea. A few minutes into the music class movie, he wrapped a piece of old ginger and brown sugar in toilet paper and handed it to her, asking her to drink it with water.
She is so kind. Su Xia feels like he is having an affair behind his wife's back.
After getting the spicy strips, He Miao was a little confused. "Doesn't your stomach hurt?"
"Just finished conditioning."
Su Xia had some sweat on her forehead, so she took a fragrant handkerchief and patted it on her head to cover her guilty eyes.
"The wisdom of our ancestors: chili peppers warm the uterus."
No matter how powerful the money is, it will take time to take effect.
After the last class, Su Xia resisted the urge to go to the teachers' cafeteria and went back after eating.
Before evening self-study, a set of English listening exercises is played on the loudspeaker every day.
In his previous life, Su Xia relied on his decent English grades and completely let himself go during this time, doing everything except studying.
Looking back, with her current achievements, she would be thankful if she could just have a mid-level board, let alone a long board.
Su Xia listened very carefully this time.
For the last question, the man and woman in the recording were still chatting about the weather in London when the stool next to her, which had been empty for several weeks, was suddenly pulled.
A bony, slender hand supported the table, and then the black bag was put down quietly.
Su Xia looked up and opened her mouth unconsciously.
Xu Jiqing came back for evening self-study.
It had been almost a month since her rebirth, and this was the first time she had clearly felt the butterfly effect. A slight change could cause unpredictable deviations in trajectory.
In her previous life, when she was in her second year of high school, she saw Xu Jiqing again in the classroom of Class 4. It seemed to be in late autumn.
During the time he was away, the newly issued materials had piled up on the table like a small mountain.
Su Xia deducted it specifically.
Xu Jiqing had been writing math and physics homework for her for such a long time, but she had never seen him come back to get it. She was too embarrassed to ask, so she could only secretly put these two subjects at the top to make it easier for her benefactor to find them.
The bell for evening study rang, and my benefactor sat down next to me.
Su Xia quickly took the pink thermos cup from his desk, pretended to put it in order, and watched him fold a thick stack of papers and stuff it into the drawer.
Put the two top ones in together.
The light in Su Xia's eyes disappeared in an instant.
She looked at Xu Jiqing several times, but he didn't say a word to her. He took out a stack of thin exercise books that she had never seen before, with a gel pen lightly placed in his left hand. His profile was handsome and cold, and he was so focused that he seemed to be in an empty space.
It’s actually mathematics.
The detailed title is printed above the blank page, with letters in pieces and abstract diagrams.
She couldn't understand a single thing.
This is the time when the grade director inspects discipline, and the classroom is very quiet.
Su Xia couldn't hold it in for a while, but she couldn't bear it anymore.
She tore off a piece of scratch paper, finished writing quickly, quietly tugged at Xu Jiqing's sleeves twice, pushed it in front of him with trembling hands, and clasped her hands together.
The font is cute and round, very much like her.
【Are we reconciled?】
【Will you lend it to me again to copy homework in the future? 】
Xu Jiqing still had the pen in his hand, but he didn't reply.
He drooped his eyelids, glanced at it for a few seconds, then folded the note back and whispered, "I'll go back and write it."
The wrist rotation required for writing is too fine.
Given the current condition of his right hand, he had to press his wrist tightly against the table to gain leverage in order to do this.
It looks ugly and can't last long. I have to stop and relax after writing a few lines.
He didn't want to show such embarrassment in front of her.
The girl's eyes sparkled, her ponytail swayed slightly, and she mouthed "thank you."
After a while, as if it wasn't enough, she pulled out another sticky note from her pencil case and buried her head in writing.
He was much taller than her and had a clear view of her.
Su Xia has a furry head, white and rosy earlobes, and a dimple on the side of her lips that she has unconsciously sunken.
Xu Jiqing watched her write:
【It's so kind of you. 】
Your handwriting is also beautiful.
He remained silent, pursing his thin lips.
The girl thought for a moment, then pressed her soft fingers on the paper and added another line at the bottom:
[It's okay if she's not pretty, Xu Jiqing is already pretty good.]
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