The breeze does not pass me by

A stone kicked out from under her feet jumped to Liang Chan's shoe. She looked down and thought it was something that fell from Jiang Qishu's body. When she saw that it was a stone, she smiled silently.

Jiang Qishu was bewitched by the fleeting smile on her lips, and her dull expression never recovered, as if standing in a barren mountain, with a blink of an eye, pink flowers bloomed all over the mountain.

Under his long gaze, Liang Chan couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning hot, touched the ends of her hair uncomfortably, and tugged at the hem of her clothes: "I'm... a bit strange today?"

Jiang Qishu pinched the skirts on both sides of her windbreaker, gently pulled her into her arms, and only she could hear what she said: "It's so strange, it's so beautiful, I'm so stupid."

A girl who came back from a morning jog passed by, Liang Chan was extremely ashamed, pushed him away with both hands, and said in a panic: "Stop dawdling, let's go."

Jiang Qishu looked at the redness on the tips of her ears and smiled quietly.

There was a light rain at night, the rain stopped in the morning, and the sun came out. The rain on the green trees on both sides of the road was evaporated, and a fresh smell filled the air.

Jiang Qishu drove over, and the car was parked at the old place outside the school gate. After getting in the car, he skillfully shifted gears, reversed the car, tilted his head slightly to look at the rear view mirror, and said, "Go back to the apartment first, I'll get a thing."

Liang Chan had no objection.

A few minutes later, the car drove into the same neighborhood as last time.The community is located near the school, and the surrounding pedestrian streets are noisy, but it is very quiet during the day and night, which is a bit of a quiet place amidst the noise.

The car was parked in the parking space in front of the apartment building, and did not drive into the underground parking lot. Jiang Qishu unfastened his seat belt, turned slightly and asked Liang Chan: "Are you going up with me? I'll find a few books for my dad. It’s been too long and I don’t remember where I put it, it may take a long time to find it, and you will be bored if you stay in the car alone.”

Liang Chan got off the car in a good manner, she was here before, so she was familiar with the way.

When the elevator arrived at the floor, Jiang Qishu stood in front of the door and entered the password. Liang Chan subconsciously made an evasive movement. The incident of Li Aoran giving the wrong door lock password flashed in his mind, and he stared at his fair fingertips curiously.

He pressed a few numbers that she was very familiar with.

Liang Chan's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she couldn't help asking: "Is your password my birthday?"

"Well, what's the problem?" The door lock opened, Jiang Qishu held the doorknob and pushed it away, and let her go in sideways.

"How do you know my birthday?"

Liang Chan didn't remember that she told him, but she did tell him something about her birthday, but she didn't mention the specific date.

"On the day you were knocked unconscious by a basketball, in the school infirmary, I was by the side when you were filling out the form, just looking at it casually." One of the columns required filling in the date of birth.

Liang Chan's question was not over yet: "When did you change it to my birthday?"

"During the winter vacation, the door lock was broken, and I asked the installer to replace it with a new one. I need to reset the password, so I changed it to your birthday." Jiang Qishu pushed her shoulder into the room, bent down to find a pair of new ones. Slippers, "Next time you want to come, you can come directly. If you don't want to enter the password, please let me record your fingerprints later."

"Why should I come if you're not here?" Liang Chan put on her slippers and answered.

Jiang Qishu propped his hands on the upper edge of the closet in the entrance, tilted his head and stared at her, a narrow smile flashed in his eyes: "You mean you come when I come?"

Liang Chan stared at him vividly, can you stop misinterpreting her words?She wanted to say that the prerequisite for entering a house was the presence of the owner of the house, not that as long as the owner was present, she would definitely come in.

Jiang Qishu stopped teasing her, went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to take out a bottle of orange juice, habitually glanced at the production date and expiration date.There are still three months before the expiration date, so you can drink it.

He seldom lives here. He usually lives in the school dormitory for convenience. Occasionally, he can't go back to school because of something, or when there is a party, he will rest here for a night.

Jiang Qishu unscrewed the bottle cap, and stuck it on Liang Chan's cheek as a prank. Seeing that she shrank her neck from the ice, she smiled and handed the orange juice to her: "You can play for a while, I'll go Looking for books in the study, you can come and accompany me."

Liang Chan chose to follow him into the study.

The area of ​​his study room is larger than her entire rented house, the top of the built-in bookshelf extends to the ceiling, the deep walnut color is very stylish.

"What book are you looking for? The two of you will find it faster together." Liang Chan withdrew her scrutiny and turned to him.

Jiang Qishu mentioned a few titles, all of which were professional books that Liang Chan didn't understand at all. He only said once that she couldn't even remember the name, and her expression was a little embarrassed.

Jiang Qishu saw her through and smiled: "I'll find it myself. They are all books that are not commonly used. They are probably piled up in a high place and need to move a ladder."

He pushed a ladder from the corner, placed it firmly in front of the bookshelf, stepped on it, and glanced at the upper floors of the bookshelf.

Liang Chan held the juice in one hand, held on to the wooden ladder with the other, and looked up at him.

"No need to help, the ladder is very stable, you stand farther away, there is a lot of dust." Jiang Qishu quickly found one of the books, took it out and shook it a few times, in the beam of light that came in from the window, the fine dust was clearly visible flying.

Liang Chan didn't listen to him, and resolutely stood by the wooden ladder and supported it with her hands. Without looking up, she scanned the neatly stacked spines of books on the bookshelves below.

A book that didn't look like a book came into view. She put the drink on the shelf, took out the book, opened it and found that it was a photo album.The first one is a photo of a one-year-old child, sitting on a brightly colored children's chair, with a round red dot between his eyebrows.What follows are some daily trivial records during the growth process, and there are also birthday commemorative photos of the second and third birthdays.Turning to the back, the child's eyebrows and eyes gradually have the shadow of the current Jiang Qishu.

"What are you looking at?"

Jiang Qishu came down from the wooden ladder with a few dusty books in his arms, and glanced over his head. The page she stayed on was a photo of him when he was a child. He was wearing a white ball uniform with black borders, and his calves were wrapped in white socks. , holding a football in his arms, his immature face raised against the sun, with my most powerful and arrogant appearance.

Jiang Qishu was so embarrassed that he wanted to take it back: "Don't look at it, it's all black history."

Liang Chan couldn't grab him, the photo album in his hand flew out and fell into his hands, and then he raised his hand high, and inserted the photo album into the place above the bookshelf where she couldn't reach it.

Liang Chan resolutely tried to tiptoe, but failed to get it. She frowned a little discouraged, and her toes fell back to the original place, but he held her waist with one hand.

They were trapped in a corner in front of the bookshelf, breathing intertwined with each other.

"It's okay to show you, I have to charge some interest." Jiang Qishu didn't tell her what "interest" was, and he didn't ask for her consent. He used actions to prove that she could fully afford the interest he asked for.

The moment his lips touched, Liang Chan forgot to close his eyes, and his face was blurred in front of his eyes.

Liang Chan's breathing gradually became short of breath, her heartbeat in her chest was like the rising tide of sea water, beating against the rocks on the shore one after another, she almost drowned in the waves.

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Getting into the car again, Liang Chan lowered her neck, revealing a piece of white skin on the back of her neck, and her heartbeat continued to lose balance.These were all brought to her by the boy sitting in the driver's seat at the moment, but he manipulated the steering wheel with both hands and drove out of the parking space skillfully like a normal person.

Suddenly, a photo album flew over from the side and landed on her closed legs.

Jiang Qishu's low and bewitching voice sounded beside her: "Fulfill the promise."

However, Liang Chan just wanted to jump out of the car and turn around, pretending that he had never been to his apartment, nor had he entered his study, nor had he kissed him in front of the bookshelf.

It was all too torturous, and she was a little at a loss.

Liang Chan didn't want to recall the details, but her thoughts were out of her control.

She blushed and gnawed on the fingertips of her fingers, and a striking fruit shop sign passed by outside the window. She woke up like a dream, and without shyness, she hurriedly called Jiang Qishu to stop: "I, I'll go down and buy some fruit."

No matter who you are visiting as a guest, it is a basic etiquette to bring something.

Jiang Qishu pulled over and stopped the car, unbuckled her seat belt to accompany her down, went to the fruit shop to pick some seasonal fruits, and was separated by her body when paying the bill.

Liang Chan: "Don't rob me."

Jiang Qishu's intentions were exposed, and the corners of his mouth were bent, and he stepped back.After she finished paying, he stepped forward to help carry the fruit.

She bought a bit too much and couldn't hold it with both hands, so the phone rang, Jiang Qishu couldn't spare a hand to answer the phone, so Yang Liangchan had to help: "My phone is in my pants pocket, please help me out."

Liang Chan obeyed, reached into his trouser pocket and took out his mobile phone. It was Ms. Xu Qian who called and asked where they were.