Chapter 26 Chapter 26 The madman and he had a long and wet...
At eight o'clock in the morning, it was completely light.
Qiao Yu's cheeks were puffy and his face was red, which made him look a little funny.
Jiang Mian sent a message asking him where he had been.
Qiao Yu didn't reply and put Jiang Mian on the blacklist.
He curled up on the sofa and slept for a while. After waking up, he drank some porridge and slowly recovered.
The initial shock and sadness have passed, and now it seems understandable.
The Jiang family had gone to so much trouble to separate them in the first place, so how could they allow Jiang Mian to come back to find him?
It's okay for a poor boy with no parents to get involved with a man, but why would a rich second-generation with status and position go down this path?
I like it a little, but only a little.
I like them as much as I like cats and dogs, and I call them out and play with them when I have nothing to do.
It turns out that people can really become another person.
Jiang Mian has grown into the person he hated the most when he was seventeen.
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A week after separating from Jiang Mian, Qiao Yu and Ji Zhongyuan went hiking together.
The weather was very good that day, the temperature was high, and it felt like early summer.
The gift Qiao Yu gave to Ji Zhongyuan was a thin windbreaker, and the second one was half price, so he also bought one for himself.
They set out in the morning and didn't reach the top of the mountain until the afternoon.
The scenery at the top of the mountain was great. Qiao Yu was sweating all over his forehead. He found a place with a vent and sat down. His shoulder was close to Ji Zhongyuan's, and they shared an orange while chatting.
"Don't be too greedy for coolness," Ji Zhongyuan said, "You'll catch a cold if the sweat hasn't dried yet."
Qiao Yu zipped up his clothes obediently: "My clothes are too thick."
Compared to Jiang Mian's turbulent waves, Ji Zhongyuan is like a gentle stream, which has been by his side since he was a child.
Although they were not that close, Ji Zhongyuan spent more time with him, and every time Qiao Yu was alone and helpless, it was Ji Zhongyuan who pulled him forward.
This relationship goes beyond friendship and can even be summarized as family affection. Qiao Yu cherishes Ji Zhongyuan very much, so when the other party pinched the strands of hair on his forehead, Qiao Yu leaned back calmly.
"It's a scar." Ji Zhongyuan smiled and withdrew his hand.
After returning to school, Qiao Yu started to get busy.
His mentor was involved in a national key research and development program. Qiao Yu and Zhou Shuhe were responsible for two sub-projects under the same topic respectively, and at the same time they had preliminarily determined their individual specific research topics.
After the start of the school year, the already heavy workload doubled. In the past, Qiao Yu would think about making money when he had free time, but now he goes to the library whenever he has free time, holding his computer and reading CNKI voraciously.
Before May Day, he and his senior went on a business trip out of the province.
The main task is to go to the project site to collect field data and tinker with some experimental instruments that are not available on campus.
The piles of tasks and mountains of information made him dizzy and overwhelmed. Jiang Mian's matter was temporarily put aside and he had no time to feel sad.
Ji Zhongyuan would still pick up Qiao Yu when he got off work at night and talk about recent events in the car.
Jiang Mian was like a stone thrown into his peaceful life. Although it caused ripples, it was eventually worn away by time and returned to calm.
Sometimes when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Qiao Yu would think of Jiang Mian’s girlfriend.
He felt pity and sympathy, resentment and jealousy, and all kinds of thoughts. But as soon as the sun rose, he collected his thoughts and suppressed all his emotional thoughts under matters of principle.
He doesn't compromise.
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The day before the May Day holiday, the funds for business trip reimbursement were approved. His tutor did not treat him unfairly, and the total amount of money he received, both openly and secretly, was enough for him to work part-time for two months.
Qiao Yu sorted out her small wallet, deducted the medical expenses and living expenses, saved the remaining money, and put it together with the two bank cards that Jiang Mian did not take away, so that she could return them both if she had the chance.
Zhou Shuhe stayed in school during the holiday, pestered Qiao Yu to finish writing the proposal together, and then took a day off for himself.
I slept until I woke up naturally in the morning, and took my grandma to a follow-up visit in the afternoon.
Grandma has been talking much less recently, and she speaks reluctantly, sticking to Qiao Yu and asking him questions.
It's not a good thing for a doctor to talk less, so she asked Qiao Yu to chat with her more often. Qiao Yu took note of everything and planned to take her grandma out for a walk in a few days.
Unfortunately, the weather did not go as planned and it rained for several days in a row.
Maybe it’s because it’s summer now, even after being rained on for so long, I still feel fresh and cool.
There was a pink scar on Qiao Yu's forehead, but the wound was not serious so it could not be seen unless you looked carefully.
Occasionally when he washed up, he would lift his bangs and go close to the mirror to look for the scars on his head and eyes. When he saw them and touched them, he felt indescribable feelings in his heart.
There had been no news about Jiang Mian for more than a month. Just when Qiao Yu had calmed down and thought that the rest of her life would probably be like this, he showed up again.
One rainy night, Jiang Mian knocked on Qiao Yu's door.
He was soaked and reeked of alcohol. Qiao Yu only took one look at him and slammed the door shut.
Jiang Mian stood by the door all night.
When Qiao Yu heard no noise outside, he thought Jiang Mian had left, but when the door opened the next day, he was startled.
Jiang Mian put out the cigarette in his hand, pushed the door open without saying a word, and bit Qiao Yu's lips.
Qiao Yu didn't have time to react at all. He only heard the sound of the dry bearings squeaking, and then the door was slammed shut by the draft.
"Bang——"
The shock made Qiao Yu's eardrums hurt.
He pushed Jiang Mian away violently.
My lips were cut and I tasted blood in my mouth.
Anger and humiliation made Qiao Yu tremble all over. He took several steps back and put his hands on the back of the chair.
My heart was beating violently in my ears, thump, thump, thump, and it made my head hurt.
"I have a fever," Jiang Mian said in a hoarse voice, leaning back against the door, smiling, "Ayu, I'm so cold."
Qiao Yu suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and then punched him in the face.
Jiang Mian was hit and his face turned away, but he quickly turned back and grabbed Qiao Yu's neck with one hand, and the two of them switched positions in an instant.
"Does your hand hurt?" Jiang Mian asked softly, resting his forehead against his.
The back of Qiao Yu's head was pressed against the door, and he clenched his teeth and said, "You crazy man."
"Shh..." Jiang Mian's lips were cold, pressed against Qiao Yu's, "Grandma will wake up."
The madman gave him a long, wet kiss.
The hot breath sprayed on Qiao Yu's face, his lips and tongue were burning, with an abnormal body temperature.
The fingers clasped on his neck avoided his throat and rubbed his jaw in a slightly erotic manner. Qiao Yu closed his eyes and bit the tip of his tongue. Jiang Mian bit back, and neither of them gave in.
After about five or six minutes, footsteps were heard outside the house.
Qiao Yu shuddered, then pushed Jiang Mian away in embarrassment.
Aunt Sun is here.
Jiang Mian had a serious fever, the thermometer showed 39.1 degrees.
Aunt Sun cried out, "Oh my god!" "I have never seen anyone with a fever of 39 degrees in my life."
Jiang Mian rubbed his hair with a dry towel: "Isn't it amazing?"
Aunt Sun gave a thumbs up: "Great."
Qiao Yu sat on the chair, still unconscious.
Aunt Sun saw that his face was red and his neck was thick, and she also wanted to measure him, but Qiao Yu didn't let her and went to the bathroom in silence.
Aunt Sun's voice came through the door in the living room: "What's wrong with this child today? Why does he look like he hasn't woken up yet? What's wrong with your mouth? Is it because of inflammation? Why is there such a big cut?"
Qiao Yu washed her face several times with cold water, rubbing her skin until it hurt. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
When he went out again, Jiang Mian had already changed into his pajamas, and Aunt Sun was picking up the wet clothes on the stool, intending to take them to wash.
"Headache," Jiang Mian tapped his temples, "You go to school, I'll take a nap."
Without waiting for Qiao Yu to say anything, Auntie Sun said, "Ouch!" "Is it okay if you don't put it on the drip when it's this hot?"
"It's OK," Jiang Mian lay down on Qiao Yu's bed, "Aunt, just get me some medicine."
Qiao Yu turned around and left the house.
It’s not that he condones Jiang Mian to stay at home, but he really doesn’t know how to deal with it.
He couldn't beat him, nor could he persuade him. Jiang Mian stood there like a rotten stone, refusing to respond. With the interference of his clueless Aunt Sun, he couldn't do anything on his own.
But he could get angry, so angry that he couldn't read anything on the computer all day.
Zhou Shuhe, who was sitting opposite him, keenly noticed Qiao Yu's abnormal emotions. Coupled with the other party's rather ambiguous lips, some answers were simply obvious.
"You guys..." Zhou Shuhe looked at Qiao Yu with a dazed look in his eyes, "Hmm?"
Qiao Yu threw the book down and left.
He didn't know what to do with Jiang Mian, so after much thought he had no choice but to call Luo Hao, hoping to get him to get rid of this trouble as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, Luo Hao on the other end of the phone was in a dilemma: "Mr. Jiang has been in a bad mood these days, why don't you just let him go?"
Why should I care if Jiang Mian is in a bad mood?
Qiao Yu just felt that this world was so absurd that it was ridiculous.
He didn't want to see Jiang Mian. It was almost dark and he couldn't go home.
Finally, it was Ji Zhongyuan who called and asked him where he had been and whether he knew that Jiang Mian was at his house.
Qiao Yu's nose was sour as soon as he opened his mouth: "Brother Yuan, I don't know what to do."
Qiao Yu didn't want to trouble Ji Zhongyuan, especially since it involved Jiang Mian. He was afraid that the two would have a conflict.
But in the current situation, no one can help him except Ji Zhongyuan.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Ji Zhongyuan was waiting for him downstairs.
"Your--" Ji Zhongyuan's eyes were fixed on Qiao Yu's lips. He stopped talking halfway and bit his back teeth hard.
Qiao Yu lowered his head and pursed his lips awkwardly: "Brother Yuan, don't conflict with him."
Ji Zhongyuan took a deep breath and turned his face away: "I may not be able to do it."
Once these words are spoken, a fight will most likely break out.
With Jiang Mian's madness, anyone who faces him will be in trouble. Qiao Yu quickly grabbed Ji Zhongyuan's arm and said, "If you can't do it, forget it—"
A clear whistle sounded from above. Qiao Yu and Ji Zhongyuan looked up at the same time. Jiang Mian was leaning over with his arms folded, looking down from the corridor on the second floor.
"Ayu, let go."
Qiao Yu was afraid that Jiang Mian might say something unkind, so she gently grasped Ji Zhongyuan's sleeve and let go.
However, the next second, Ji Zhongyuan grabbed his fingers and held Qiao Yu's hand back.
Qiao Yu opened his eyes wide.
Jiang Mian upstairs put away his smile and said, "Ji Zhongyuan, what do you want to do?"
Ji Zhongyuan asked back openly: "Jiang Mian, what do you want to do?"
One high and one low, they looked at each other calmly.
But Qiao Yu stood behind Ji Zhongyuan and never shook off his hand.
Jiang Mian's voice was terribly low: "Qiao Yu, come up."
He called me by my full name, which means he must be really angry.
"Brother Yuan," Qiao Yu moved his fingers and whispered, "You don't have to do this."
"Really?" Ji Zhongyuan laughed at himself, "I think it is necessary."
Qiao Yu lowered his eyes, feeling a little guilty: "You were a little angry today, I shouldn't have told you."
The worst case scenario he could think of was that Ji Zhongyuan and Jiang Mian would have a fight and be sent to the hospital, which would distress Ji Zhongyuan's mother.
But from the moment Ji Zhongyuan held his hand, the worst-case scenario was refreshed into another dimension.
The window paper that had been stuck together layer by layer between him and Ji Zhongyuan might be broken tonight.
no.
Qiao Yu just felt his head numb.
Jiang Mian alone is annoying enough, and if Ji Zhongyuan also goes crazy, he will just run into a wall and die here.
"Brother Yuan, let's go."
Ji Zhongyuan didn't react.
"Let's go." Qiao Yu grabbed Ji Zhongyuan's hand.
He just took him and ran out of the alley without looking back.
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