Chapter 15 Chapter 15 "Qiao Yu, give me a response."...
The moment he turned around, Qiao Yu even thought he saw the boy who was making a lot of noise behind him five years ago.
However, when the other party raised his head, it was as if an illusion was broken by himself, and Qiao Yu suddenly fell back into reality.
They are not teenagers anymore.
Qiao Yu held onto the handlebars and stood still: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Mian straightened up, with the fingertips of one hand still resting on the back seat: "Looks like you're going to fall."
Qiao Yu decided to just sit on the seat and use his legs to move forward: "I won't fall."
Jiang Mian smiled and followed him: "You can't walk as fast as me."
The desire to win was immediately aroused.
The two chased each other all the way to the cafeteria. Qiao Yu had a self-study session in the evening, so he had to go to the classroom after dinner.
Jiang Mian also followed and stood at the food window, watching Qiao Yu get a plate of tomato rice. Then she naturally pulled out the campus card in his hand and said, "I want the same one, too."
Qiao Yu: “…”
There's no need to be too serious with a shameless scoundrel.
Evening self-study is from 7 to 9 o'clock, and the location is a multi-person tiered classroom.
There are only a few days left before the winter vacation, and the teachers are too lazy to check, so everyone who can get away with it has basically gotten away with it.
Qiao Yu walked over just in time and chose a seat in the first row.
Jiang Mian followed him like a ghost and sat next to him. Qiao Yu didn't stop him because he felt that this man couldn't sit still at all.
In the past, his butt would feel like it had thorns during a 45-minute class, but this time he sat for two hours without a break, and he didn't even have to chase anyone away. Jiang Mian would leave on his own in less than half an hour - that's what Qiao Yu thought.
However, Jiang Mian asked him for a pen and sat quietly until nine o'clock.
The soothing bell for the end of get out of class rang, and less than half of the students were left in the classroom. While packing up her books, Qiao Yu glanced at Jiang Mian, who was still calculating with his eyes lowered.
There were several sheets of draft paper with a long list of formulas neatly written on them.
Qiao Yu couldn't help but move closer to take a look. Jiang Mian moved aside and the fountain pen turned a circle between his fingers.
"Do you understand?" Qiao Yu asked.
Jiang Mian put the pen on the table: "Fortunately, it is related to Financial Mathematics."
After he finished speaking, he looked up at Qiao Yu's bewildered expression and added, "Financial mathematics."
Qiao Yu asked slowly, "Have you learned it?"
"Yes." Jiang Mian closed the pen cap and folded the draft paper in half. "My major is quantitative finance."
Qiao Yu had never heard of this.
But now it sounds like it is a profession for rich people.
But it doesn’t matter if he hasn’t heard it, because someone has heard it.
As soon as Jiang Mian said this, two girls behind them responded.
The other party is also a finance student, but he just likes to come here to borrow the classroom to study.
When he was a teenager, Jiang Mian couldn't even fart when facing girls, but now he can actually chat with them with a smile.
He speaks gently and politely, knows his limits, and is quite likable.
Finally, the girl wanted to leave her contact information.
Qiao Yu saw all of this. He felt a little embarrassed. He dumped the books into his bag and got up to go out.
It was not warmer outside the classroom than inside. As soon as Qiao Yu went out, he shrank his head because of the cold wind.
Jiang Mian walked beside him: "You are not wearing enough."
Qiao Yu glanced at him and quickened his pace.
"I just heard from them that you are very famous."
Qiao Yu slowed down his pace and looked at Jiang Mian in confusion.
Jiang Mian smiled and continued, "He used to be the most popular guy in the school."
Qiao Yu snorted coldly: "Not as charming as you."
"Me?" Jiang Mian pinched a little fabric on Qiao Yu's sleeve and pulled it back in an attempt to make him slow down. "I refuse."
Qiao Yu was annoyed: "Who asked you?"
Jiang Mian chuckled.
They walked along the roadside, one in front and one behind.
Qiao Yu was walking in front, and when he lowered his eyes slightly he could see Jiang Mian's shadow being stretched out by one street lamp after another and sent to his side, and then shortened and retracted to his feet.
Jiang Mian put the hood on him, and he pulled it off irritably.
"It's snowing." Jiang Mian said.
Qiao Yu raised his head and his eyes met the dim light of the street lamp.
The light snowflakes floated in the air, landing on his brows in the warm environment, bringing a slight chill.
Jiang Mian raised his hand to cover him, and Qiao Yu closed his eyes but did not hide.
I don’t know if it’s because of anemia, but his skin is very white, and his dark eyebrows and eyes are like a line of ink dyed on rice paper, so beautiful at this moment that it is shocking.
Jiang Mian's gaze stayed on the pale lips for a long time, then moved away.
"I asked you a question before, whether I like you."
Qiao Yu opened her eyes and met Jiang Mian's eyes.
The temperature was a little low on that winter night. When they talked, there was mist in front of their faces, a white ball that seemed to cover them.
Qiao Yu frowned slightly.
"You don't need to answer now," Jiang Mian plucked the snowflakes from his hair, "I think I like it."
This was said bluntly, right out of the blue, telling him that she liked him.
Qiao Yu didn't know for a moment whether this guy was serious or just testing her. Her mind was full of twists and turns, like a winding mountain road. She didn't feel the joy of being confessed to at all: "Didn't you lose your memory? How can you still remember who you like?"
"Losing memory doesn't mean you're stupid. Habits can't be changed."
"Habit?"
"Yeah, it's a habit."
It’s like he couldn’t accept the taste of durian, and after losing his memory he simply forgot whether he could accept it or not.
However, once a piece of durian was really placed in front of him, he still couldn't accept it. This result could not be changed by amnesia.
Just like liking Qiao Yu.
"To be honest, I never thought you would be a man until I met you."
This was a strange statement, and Qiao Yu didn't understand it: "You remember me? Do you think I'm a woman?"
"No," Jiang Mian shook his head slightly, "I only have a vague idea."
He raised his hand and drew a rough outline of Qiao Yu in the air from a distance: "It became more specific after I saw you."
Qiao Yu was puzzled: "Why..."
“Because I like it.”
Jiang Mian spoke very naturally, as if he was describing a trivial matter, so normal that Qiao Yu should not have any objection.
That's not the case.
Qiao Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Then why did you leave in the first place?"
It was a very brief question, but when I asked it it felt like a hole in my heart.
Qiao Yu was never afraid to face the past, he was very brave and wanted an answer even after five years.
Jiang Mian answered seriously: "I was in a car accident and lost my memory."
It was an expected answer; Qiao Yu had heard Luo Hao say that before.
"When and where did the accident happen?"
"England, winter five years ago."
Jiang Mian stayed in the hospital for three months because of the car accident. When he woke up, it was already spring, and he stayed abroad ever since.
"What about before the car accident?" Qiao Yu asked again, "You had a fight with me before you left home, do you remember?"
Jiang Mian lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then shook his head.
Qiao Yu sighed softly.
The cell phone happened to ring at this moment. It was Ji Zhongyuan calling, asking him why he hadn't come back yet.
Qiao Yu came back to his senses, quickly calmed himself down, turned sideways and said, "It's almost done."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Mian was waiting for him.
Qiao Yu didn't know what attitude he should have towards this person. After thinking it over, he could only complain resentfully: "You cleared yourself so cleanly that you can't even remember the crucial part."
I had a car accident in the UK and lost my memory after the accident.
Everything was fine before he went abroad, and Jiang Mian was willing to go abroad.
If there hadn't been this car accident, Jiang Mian would have come back to see him and his grandmother even if he had gone to the Jiang family.
If we talk things out face to face, we won't be holding a grudge against each other for so many years.
So after thinking so much, Jiang Mian was willing to go.
Should I go?
If he didn't go, he would just study in a technical school after the college entrance examination and start working early.
It is obvious that Jiang Mian is better now.
"I'll try my best to remember it." Jiang Mian said.
When you think back on it, will you be glad you made the choice you did? Do you feel glad you left?
To be fair, is this choice really wrong for Jiang Mian?
This assumption made him a little sad. He raised his hand and tightened the backpack on his shoulder: "That's all you said."
In fact, Qiao Yu didn’t know what he wanted to hear.
"I'm home."
He walked away with his head down, but the next second Jiang Mian held his hand.
"Of course it's not just to tell you this." Jiang Mian said.
Qiao Yu stopped and looked back at him.
Jiang Mian took his hand and brought Qiao Yu to him: "I like you, so of course I want to be with you."
Qiao Yu was stunned by these words: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Of course I know," Jiang Mian looked into Qiao Yu's eyes and said seriously, "I have been looking for you for a long time and finally found you here."
Qiao Yu pursed her lips and shook her head: "Your father won't let you be with a man."
Jiang Mian smiled: "I thought you were going to say something."
Qiao Yu frowned: "What I said is very important."
He didn't know how Jiang Mian defined the concept of "being together" now, but for Qiao Yu, "being together" was equivalent to normal love and marriage, except that they couldn't get a marriage certificate.
Jiang Mian put Qiao Yu's hand into his pocket and stood beside him: "Give me some time, I will take care of everything."
Qiao Yu acquiesced to this action and was led forward by him: "Then let's wait for a while."
"No," Jiang Mian looked at him with a smile, "I can't wait."
Qiao Yu said speechlessly: "Wait or not, you can."
"I need a response," Jiang Mian squeezed his hand, "Qiao Yu, give me a response."
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