Chapter 19
"Ah?" Jiang Qiao reacted, grinning like a fool, and trotted over to hold his hand: "Buy, buy, buy."
Lu Xun turned his head, a smile appearing at the corner of his lips under the light.
In the end, they still failed to buy a cake. Jiang Qiao held the bread that Lu Xun bought from the supermarket, pouted her lips in disappointment, and muttered softly: "Will the wish made with bread come true..."
"If I had known I would have brought one with me." She regretted.
Lu Xun whispered: "This is great."
"How do I blow out the candles and make a wish..."
Jiang Qiao was obviously dissatisfied and in low spirits.
It was obviously his birthday, but Jiang Qiao cared about it more than he did.
Lu Xun found a lighter from the drawer and tried it. It still worked. Under Jiang Qiao's puzzled gaze, he turned off the light.
The room was plunged into darkness, with only a little light from the moon shining through the window and casting a thin glow on the ground.
Jiang Qiao took the lighter in a daze. Lu Xun's calm voice rang out in the darkness:
"Jiang Qiao, light the candles."
Candle? What candle?
A dry, warm hand covered the back of her hand, guiding her to light the lighter. The small flame illuminated the small space.
“……………………”
Half of Lu Xun's face was immersed in the flames, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow. The two of them were very close, their breaths intertwined, and one could hear whose heartbeat was being heard.
[166, it’s a heart-thumping feeling.] Jiang Qiaoxizi held her heart.
166 is sour and exposes her: [You. Just a face-chaser.]
[Hehehe~~]
Jiang Qiao saw her own shadow in the boy's always indifferent eyes. At this moment, something was about to break out of the ground, and she pressed it down.
As Lu Xun approached, the flames were blown out.
Lu Xun did not sit back down. He was silent for a while and hesitated: "Jiang Qiao, I......"
Jiang Qiao suddenly yelled, "By the way, have you made a wish? You have to make a wish before blowing out the candles, otherwise it will be useless!"
She took a few steps back and turned on the light in the dark. The light blew away the unclear ambiguity just now.
Lu Xun closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were calm again: “I forgot.”
"How could you forget such an important thing, you..."
"Would you like some bread?" Lu Xun interrupted her chatter.
"eat!"
The bread was not big, so they each had half. Lu Xun stared at the crumbs at the corner of her mouth for a while, then looked away: "I'll take you home after you finish eating."
Lu Xun checked the time on his phone. It was already very late, and it would not be appropriate for Jiang Qiao, a girl, to stay any longer.
Jiang Qiao paused while eating the bread, and this time he didn't insist: "Okay."
"Oh, right!" She remembered something and hurried to the small sofa.
Lu Xun saw her take out a brown paper bag from her white canvas bag.
As if sensing something, he stood up. Jiang Qiao handed the brown paper bag to him with both hands, raised his face and smiled, "Here, this is your birthday present."
Lu Xun didn't go to pick it up, so Jiang Qiao hurriedly explained: "It's not bought from outside, I made it myself."
Lu Xun knew he should refuse, just like he had refused many gifts from Jiang Qiao before.
But he still accepted it, just like the first snow on Christmas Day that year when he accepted Jiang Qiao’s Christmas gift, which contained a pair of gloves with rough and unfinished stitching, even loose threads, and not warm at all.
"I never sent you."
Lu Xun was talking about her birthday every year.
It's good to know, you still have some conscience, bastard.
Jiang Qiao snorted twice, feeling a little unhappy and awkward, and said proudly: "Then why don't you send it back later?"
after…………
Lu Xun squeezed the brown paper bag with his fingers and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."
He took a taxi to send Jiang Qiao home and watched the girl briskly walk towards the villa area. Lu Xun turned around only when he could no longer see her back.
He walked back.
It was a long distance from the beautiful villa area to his old alley, so he could walk.
But the distance between him and Jiang Qiao cannot be caught up by walking.
Lu Xun took out a glass jar from his pocket. The beautifully colored roses in the jar were blooming brightly.
Dried flowers made with desiccant are well preserved and can be kept in glass jars for a long time.
On his eighteenth birthday, he got a rose that was unique in the world and would never fade.
But flowers are always hypocritical, and he doesn't know whether he should love them or not.
After the seven-day National Day holiday, the senior high school students fell into their repetitive study life again.
The first mock exam is coming soon, and the head teacher has told us that the results will be sent to each parent after the exam.
The people who usually study laxly became nervous, cursing and making up for their studies.
It’s okay to study poorly, but you can’t punish your children publicly, especially for parents who are rich and powerful, and face is more important than anything else.
Jiang Qiao has been unhappy recently. Jiang's parents rarely come home to supervise her studies, so she has been listening to the lessons and doing her homework obediently these days.
However, how useful would cramming be? Jiang Qiao thought of Lu Xun, a well-rounded academic master who had won first prize in a physics competition a few days ago and became quite famous. Both universities secretly sent him invitations.
She had just given the gift away and even entered Lu Xun's home to celebrate his birthday with him. She thought their relationship was going very well, and they were probably like a real boyfriend and girlfriend.
Anyway, Lu Xun is still her boyfriend, so it would be a waste if she didn't use him.
So it was natural for her to ask Lu Xun to help her with her studies, just as a healthy alternative date.
While the teacher wasn't paying attention, she secretly threw a small note to Lu Xun, which read: "Let's go to the library together after class~"
After throwing it to her, she stared at it eagerly until the get out of class was almost over. Lu Xun finally opened it and read it. After reading it, he folded the note and didn't look at Jiang Qiao.
After class, Jiang Qiao ran over angrily and asked, "Why didn't you reply to my note?"
“I’ve seen it,” Lu Xun said.
Why would you go back after you've seen it? Jiang Qiao understood his hidden meaning and couldn't vent her anger. She couldn't argue with Lu Xun. She was so angry that she said weakly, "Then do you want to go or not..."
Lu Xun pursed his lips: "I also have a part-time job in the coffee shop."
Jiang Qiao: “……………………”
She wanted to be a sensible girlfriend and tried hard to suppress her disappointment: "Oh......"
“…Saturday and Sunday are fine,” Lu Xun said again.
Jiang Qiao's darkened eyes suddenly lit up: "Aren't you going to work part-time over the weekend?"
"You don't have to go in the morning."
I still have to go in the afternoon.
Half a day, and you can have lunch, that's good.
Jiang Qiao was a person who was easily satisfied with Lu Xun. Perhaps it was because Lu Xun had rejected her many times, so she was very happy when he occasionally obeyed her: "Okay, see you tomorrow!"
"………Um."
Ye Qingqing had signed up for a cram school and hadn't been going with her for the past few days. The family driver had asked for leave, so Jiang Qiao didn't take the car and decided to walk home.
She unexpectedly met two people on the road. From a distance, she saw Song Qingying and Jiang Chao walking side by side.
Bridge: Heartbeat
Road: Heartbeat
(End of this chapter)
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