The breeze does not pass me by

Liang Chan raised the phone and attached it to Jiang Qishu's ear, and he answered the call. He bent his neck to narrow the height difference between him and her, so that her posture of holding the phone would not be so tiring.

Liang Chan heard him say to Ms. Xu Qian on the phone: "We're still on our way, and we'll be there in about 10 minutes."

Liang Chan was close, so she could naturally hear Xu Qian's voice, which was gentle and smiling: "I didn't rush you, come slowly and don't rush, safety first."

Jiang Qishu hummed, straightened his head and neck, and signaled Liang Chan with his eyes that he could hang up the phone.

Liang Chan withdrew her hand without making a sound, quietly waiting for the other side to hang up the phone.

After the call was over and returning to the main page, Liang Chan was stunned by the desktop wallpaper and forgot to return the phone.

She remembered that the wallpaper Jiang Qishu used earlier was a picture of her secretly taken, but now she changed to another one, a picture of two people, they kissed under the fireworks.

It was the last firework on the night of Jiang Qishu's birthday. It exploded above their heads, like a bright chrysanthemum in full bloom, with countless pink petals hanging down.

Their faces should have been blurred under the unlit streetlights, but it may be because the person who took the photo turned on the flash, but the facial features were unexpectedly clear and distinct, only the edges of the faces were slightly out of focus, similar to those taken by Polaroid style.

Liang Chan's breathing was a little stagnant, and she looked at Jiang Qishu suspiciously, as if asking him, where did the photo come from?

He and she were photographed together, the person taking the picture must not be him, who could it be?

Jiang Qishu understood the confusion in her eyes, and did not give an answer maliciously. She kept the mobile phone and walked back to the parking place quickly.

Liang Chan finally disarmed and surrendered, holding back her embarrassment and asking: "Who took this photo?"

When she put on her seat belt and the car started up again, Jiang Qishu pretended to be stupid and asked, "Which photo?"

Liang Chan bit her lip angrily, he definitely did it on purpose.No, maybe he had planned it from the very beginning. He could take out the mobile phone from his pocket to answer the call by putting the things in his hand on the ground, but he just wanted to make her see this embarrassing wallpaper.

Jiang Qishu really didn't want to suffer a little bit, she was so anxious, he still didn't say anything, and merged the car into the traffic flow of the main road without any haste, observing the road conditions intently.

Liang Chan was forced to panic: "I'm talking about your phone wallpaper, that kiss photo!"

"You said that." It wasn't until she pointed it out that Jiang Qishu smirked and dragged his tone, and slowly explained the origin of the photo, "Thanks to Li Aoran, I have been unreliable so many times, and I finally showed his brilliance once. opportunity. For this reason, I invited him alone for a Korean-style barbecue meal of [-] per person."

The whole thing is funny.Jiang Qishu didn't know that a photo was taken at that time. A few days before his birthday, Li Aoran sent him a photo very suddenly. The important part was mosaiced, but he could still recognize what he took at a glance ——The mosaic part is the lips of the two people.

Li Aoran blackmailed shamelessly: "One meal, I will decode it for you."

Jiang Qishu agreed to his unreasonable request without thinking.He always kept his word and never broke his promise. Li Aoran believed in his character and readily sent him the original picture.

Jiang Qishu asked him why he took photos of them. Li Aoran was afraid of being regarded as a pervert, so he immediately corrected his attitude and explained: "At that time, I turned my head inadvertently and found that you have a very innocent side. Think, how can I, a single dog, have the right to laugh at you."

Jiang Qishu answered with a smile: "So you found another way and decided to blackmail me?"

Li Aoran grinned, accepting the crime with peace of mind.

*
At nine o'clock in the morning, Jiang Qishu and Liang Chan appeared outside the house on time.

Liang Chan's nervousness came to the fore at this moment, and her mouth was salivating frantically, forcing her to swallow her throat, imitating in her mind what she should say when she saw someone later.

The one who came to open the door was Jiang Qishu's father, Jiang Zhengyuan, a professor at Yida's famous School of Mathematics and Physics.Who would have thought that Professor Jiang in private was wearing a blue plaid shirt, black trousers, and a slightly inconsistent pink Hello Kitty apron around his neck.Holding a long-handled spoon in his hand, he can't see his eyes when he smiles.

"Hello, Uncle." Liang Chan nodded lightly, although she tried her best to relax herself, her expression was still a little imperceptibly awkward, "I hope I didn't disturb you and auntie's rest."

"Come in and sit down." Jiang Zhengyuan pointed to the slippers his wife brought out early in the morning, and said to Liang Chan, "You are welcome to come to our house as a guest. Don't be reserved, let's be casual."

Liang Chan's constricted heart slowly melted and disintegrated in his simple and honest smile: "Yes."

Jiang Qishu put the fruit that occupied his hands on the coffee table, and said for Liang Chan what she hadn't said: "The fruit was bought by Liang Chan, so you and Mom can take more vitamin supplements on weekends."

"Come here, why are you still shopping?" Jiang Zhengyuan's tone didn't mean to blame, it was all smiles, "Don't be so polite next time."

Liang Chan pursed her lips in response.

Xu Qian, who hadn't shown up all this time, came out of the room, straightened the sleeves of her silk shirt, raised her eyes, and saw the person sitting in the living room, she was stunned: "Is Liang Chan here?"

Liang Chan had no choice but to get up from the sofa, and said hello to Xu Qian with a smile: "Hello, Auntie."

"Hello, hello." Xu Qian gossiped in a homely tone, "I was just preparing dishes in the kitchen, and I accidentally splashed oil when frying chili oil. It's time for you to go back to your room and change your clothes."

Liang Chan reminded her to be careful next time she cooked. She mentioned that once she fried meat, the splashed oil landed on the back of her hand, and immediately scalded a shiny blister, which hadn't healed for more than a week.

Jiang Qishu interjected: "When did it happen?"

Liang Chan whispered, "I didn't know you back then."

"You guys watch TV and eat fruit. I'll go to the kitchen first and we'll talk later." Xu Qian whispered softly, as if telling two naughty children to turn on the TV with the remote control before getting up.

When there were only two people left in the living room, Liang Chan didn't need to focus on socializing, and looked around.

I heard about Jiang Qishu's family background earlier, she was very unconfident before she came, thinking that he would take her to a magnificent villa, just like in the TV series, or a little closer, just like he once was in The corner of the house shown in the video call on New Year's Eve, European retro-style semi-circular balcony, snow-white carved Roman columns.

In fact, the house she lives in is small and warm, and the hostess' thoughtfulness can be seen everywhere. Lace tablecloths, ceramic vases, peonies in bloom, and bottles and jars on the Duobao Pavilion are not precious antiques with collection value. It is a rough ceramic that can be seen at a glance as a handmade product of ordinary people, and it may be the hobby of the hostess.

The husband and wife are both teachers of mathematics, but there are many literary works at home, almost to the point where they can be seen everywhere.Next to the sofa is a small wrought iron bookshelf, filled with prose novels from bottom to top.On the balcony farther away, there is a group of gray beanbag sofas, like a big steamed stuffed bun, with a white cart-type bookshelf next to it. There are five floors in total, and books are neatly stacked on each floor.

Every corner of the house is covered by the fragrance of books.

Jiang Qishu picked up the remote control and couldn't find a good show. He sank back into the sofa and turned his head towards Liang Chan: "Do you want to visit other places?"

Liang Chan didn't have time to say what she wanted or didn't want, when Xu Qian's voice came from the kitchen: "Ashu, go out and buy me a bottle of vinegar, there is no more vinegar at home."

An ordinary call brought back Liang Chan's memories of home.

It must have been when she was very young, there was a power outage at home, and on a hot summer night, her father gave her four yuan in change and told her to go to the canteen downstairs to buy candles, and she was allowed to spend the extra money freely.

She bought a pack of candles for only three yuan, and put the rest in her pocket. She wanted to save it up for emergencies, but she couldn't resist the temptation. Popsicle.

The fifty cents popsicles carried all her happiness.She licked slowly, for fear that it would be gone after eating.Because of her reluctance, the melted popsicle dripped on her fingers and flowed everywhere. She licked off the melted part in a hurry, eating the top and the bottom for a while, even eating a popsicle can be messy.

Before the door arrived, she ate so much that there was only a wooden stick left in her hand, she touched her sticky mouth, and ran home with her slippers on.

Looking back later, I was really happy when I licked the popsicle along the way.Those were the ordinary joys a child with a family could have.

At this moment, when Xu Qian called Jiang Qishu's name, her eyes lit up with enthusiasm, wondering if Xu Qian would give Jiang Qishu 20 yuan and tell him to return the rest of the money after buying the vinegar.