Chapter 15
Lu Xun thought that something had gone off track, but fortunately there was still a chance to correct it.
Jiang Qiao was a little bored recently. 166 popped up and then disappeared.
Lu Xun had always been cold and indifferent, and after the birthday party he treated her like a transparent person.
As the winter vacation was approaching, the weather was so cold that people didn't want to stretch out their hands. Some girls in the class bought wool and secretly knitted scarves, and Ye Qingqing was no exception.
She got a boyfriend a few days ago, who studies art at another school.
"Why do this? Wouldn't it be easier to just buy one?" Jiang Qiao disagreed.
Ye Qingqing glanced at the teacher who was giving a lecture on the stage, her hands moving non-stop, and she lowered her voice: "What do you know? What you did was so warm and thoughtful."
Jiang Qiao looked at the sparsely knitted scarf she had knitted: "………………"
I don't think it will be warm.
Ye Qingqing said she didn't understand and asked her: "Tomorrow is Christmas, what are you going to give to Xueba?"
After several exams, Lu Xun ranked first with a huge margin, and his position as the "academic master" was firmly secured.
It's really an honor.
By the window, Lu Xun was listening to the class seriously with a calm expression. Jiang Qiao looked away, feeling distressed: "Let's talk about it later."
When I was a student, holidays like Christmas were very popular. Even if the teachers said in advance that foreign holidays were not allowed, it could not stop the enthusiasm of high school students.
Early in the morning, people came from all over the class to deliver gifts to friends, such as apples and oranges, packed in beautiful boxes.
The gifts for the person are more meaningful ones such as chocolates and scarves.
Lu Xun's seat was filled with gifts, and among the gifts there were love letters, all of which were very open and aboveboard, without considering at all that Lu Xun already had a girlfriend.
In fact, as time went by, Jiang Qiao's wishful thinking and Lu Xun's indifference were fully revealed.
The girls who had a crush on Lu Xun went from being envious at first to now mocking Jiang Qiao.
So what if she is the eldest daughter of a wealthy family? She still shamelessly sticks to people who don't like her. She is shameless.
Ye Qingqing, who was standing by, was secretly texting her boyfriend with a sweet smile on her face: "He said he would give me a surprise tonight."
Jiang Qiao: "Very good."
"Hehe." Ye Qingqing's face flushed: "What did the top student give you?"
"…………have no idea."
Jiang Qiao lowered his eyes, looking a little sad.
Ye Qingqing comforted her: "It's okay, it's only been half a day, and the top student must have saved the surprise for you in the evening."
Until the last class was over and the teacher announced the end of get out of class, Lu Xun didn't say a word to her.
Lu Xun brought a bag of gifts to the school lost and found counter, and Jiang Qiao sat in his seat waiting for him.
She was bored and flipping through Lu Xun's book. Lu Xun's book was very neat, with beautiful handwriting. There was not much to remember, and it was as simple and cold as his style.
Just as Jiang Qiao was about to close the book, a small note floated down from the book - "I'll wait for you tonight at 7:30, Times Square." It was signed by Song Qingying.
“………………”
Jiang Qiao lowered his eyes and put the note back intact, his expression grim.
Lu Xun came back to get something, and the two of them walked out of the campus one after the other as usual. Seeing Lu Xun walking towards the bus stop, Jiang Qiao chased after him and stopped him: "Today... can you take a day off?"
Lu Xun pulled his sleeves back: "Why?"
"Christmas..." Jiang Qiao was a little embarrassed and his voice was as soft as a mosquito.
Lu Xun nodded slightly, and as Jiang Qiao's eyes gradually began to light up, he said slowly, "There are many people coming to play during Christmas, so I think we should get a raise."
Jiang Qiao's eyes widened in disbelief: "You are crazy about money."
"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, okay?" She was too angry and said, "If you spend the holiday with me tonight, I'll double... no, triple your salary!"
…………
The air was silent for a moment, and all the sounds around faded away. Only the exhaled breath formed white mist in the air, which was quickly blown away.
“………Three times?” After a while, Lu Xun suddenly laughed: “Miss Jiang, you are so generous.”
The bus arrived at this moment, and Lu Xun turned around and got on the bus without any reluctance, leaving Jiang Qiao standing there in a daze.
The door closed, the bus drove away, and the bus stop was empty. Jiang Qiao stood there for a long time, his face red from the cold.
She slowly curled up her stiff and cold fingers and exhaled a breath of hot air.
Something fell on his face, it was cold and melted quickly. Jiang Qiao raised his head and squinted his eyes.
It’s snowing, the first snow in this world.
[Do you like snow very much?] The mechanical electronic sound of 166 sounded,
Jiang Qiao: [No, I don’t really like it.]
It’s all white and so lonely.
She didn't like it but still reached out to take it. 166 thought her behavior was strange, but humans are strange by nature. Thinking this way, it stopped worrying about it.
This kind of weather is perfect for hot pot. Jiang Qiao didn't go home, but searched online for a nearby hot pot restaurant.
When she arrived, it was dark. She walked in and a waiter came to greet her: "Sir, how many people are here?"
Those who come to eat hotpot are all friends who come in groups of three or four, making it very lively.
"Two," Jiang Qiao said casually after looking around. After ordering the dishes and the base of the hot pot, she said, "The other one will come in a while. Let's serve the dishes first. No need to wait."
"Okay." The waiter didn't doubt him.
Jiang Qiao sat in the corner by the window. As soon as the spicy red oil hotpot she ordered was served, the delicious aroma filled her nose.
The tripe was rinsed in it for a few times, and 166 couldn't help swallowing his saliva, but it was just a system and could only watch Jiang Qiao eat.
The snow outside was falling harder and harder, and the ground was covered with a layer of white. The lights in the square opposite were on, and a big Christmas tree stood in the middle of the square. Many young men and women gathered to take pictures.
Jiang Qiao stared at the familiar figure for a long time. The man who had said he was going to work and rejected her more than an hour ago now appeared in Times Square.
Song Qingying wore a white short jacket and a scarf today, revealing only her smiling face, looking cute and gentle.
Lu Xun next to him was wearing a simple black long cotton coat, which made him look calm and handsome.
The attraction between the protagonists is indeed unchangeable, and Jiang Qiao once again deepened this awareness.
There were already a lot of people in Times Square, and with the double buff of Christmas and the first snow, even more people came to play.
The girl next to him was saying something with a smile on her face. Lu Xun took out his phone from his pocket and pressed a few buttons before he realized it was turned off due to the cold.
He was supposed to go to the Hong Kong Coliseum for work today, but when he arrived, he found someone waiting at the door of the bar. It was Song Qingying.
“I knew you didn’t see it…” Song Qingying muttered something in a low voice. Lu Xun didn’t hear it clearly. Out of politeness, he stopped and asked, “What’s the matter?”
"Well...are you free?" Song Qingying didn't dare to look at him, her face blushing.
Lu Xun’s expression remained unchanged, and he refused without even thinking: “Sorry.”
Song Qingying raised her eyes and saw him walk a few steps away. She said hurriedly, "I have something to tell you."
"About Jiang Qiao."
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(End of this chapter)
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