Li Qiao smiled: "It's not difficult. ”

Xue Sufen: "Isn't it difficult to go to the library all day long?" Studying is a bit hard to keep up, right? "This semester, she obviously doesn't feel as relaxed as last semester.

Li Qiao: "That's because I want to go to graduate school. I was worried that I wouldn't have enough time to write my graduation thesis by the time I got to my senior year. ”

"Uncle seems to be taking graduate students at the beginning of this year, you might as well choose Uncle and give me guidance nearby." Xue Sufen believes that according to Xue Lingqing's high standards, Li Qiao may not be able to finish his career.

Old Man Xue and Old Lady Qin felt that it was feasible. Follow Xue Lingqing to take care of it.

Jiang Wanqiu frowned and said, "The two are about the same age, what should I do if it leads to misunderstanding?" ”

"You don't have to talk about calves there." Old Man Xue scolded.

"I'm also doing it for the good of my two children." Jiang Wanqiu muttered.

Li Qiao played a round game: "Professor Xue often has to write papers, but I still don't bother him." Professor Dai, who taught us physics in my freshman year, is still teaching me at this time, and I plan to take the exam for him, and I mentioned it to Professor Dai a few days ago, and he said that I chose him, and he was very happy. ”

Xue Lingqing looked at her, the red sweater lined her skin with pink. The eyes are bright, like clean water, so beautiful. He lowered his eyelashes, paused, and said, "Professor Dai is indeed good, and he is also responsible. "He's really not fit to take her, he's prone to crankiness when he's around her.

Jiang Wanqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Xue Sufen was disappointed that Professor Dai was notoriously good-tempered, but he didn't accept students and actually welcomed Li Qiao.

"Su Fen, for the Chinese New Year, you can play a flute for everyone. Qiao Qiao, you can play the erhu, I specially borrowed it, you and Sufen play together, play a festive one. Jiang Wanqiu stuffed the erhu into Li Qiao's hand.

Old Mrs. Qin was displeased, Qiao Qiao didn't have a musical instrument, and she hadn't practiced before, so she made a special trip to compare with Xue Sufen, didn't she clearly want to compare her? "What's there to hear?"

"You don't know how to appreciate." Jiang Wanqiu urged Xue Sufen to play the flute.

Xue Sufen: "Li Qiao, I'll follow your rhythm." ”

Li Qiao: "Okay, I don't have many tunes." ”

She improvised a light and festive piece of music.

Xue Sufen has a little musical talent and can keep up with her rhythm, and when it is over, Mrs. Qin applauds: "It's good, Sufen is also good." ”

Xue Sufen raised her chin proudly: "Li Qiao, who did you learn the tune from?" Is it easy to learn music in your county? ”

Li Qiao thought for a while and said: "When I was a child, I went to the village to perform, and I went to school for a few days. ”

Old Lady Qin raised her eyebrows, this is what I heard from Ah Jinna, right?

He wanders outside all day long, and he knows which village has a show.

But several villages near Fengjia Village are too poor to entertain, and the performances are not mixed and eaten, and they never go.

Xue Sufen: "Pull it down, how many days will it take to go to school?" Can the village performers pull this kind of music? She thinks it's a piece of music written by professionals.

Li Qiao: "If you don't believe me, I can't help it." ”

Old Mrs. Qin: "It's not too early, Ming'er still has to go to school, let's go back first." ”

Jiang Wanqiu: "I'll send you." ”

"No, you're busy." Old Mrs. Qin said.

The whole family still sent Mrs. Qin and Li Qiao out, and the grandparents and grandchildren went home by the moonlight outside.

Mrs. Qin said: "It's so cold outside, Qiao Qiao, are you cold in your coat?" ”

Li Qiao: "It's not cold for the time being. ”

When the two got home, they washed and slept.

The next few days went on in a blink of an eye, until the end of March.

Seeing that they were about to pass the Qingming Festival, the Xue family and the family were ready to go back to their hometown in the south to worship their ancestors.

Old Man Xue asked Old Lady Qin if she was with him.

Old Mrs. Qin refused on the grounds of waiting for Qin Jin, and she asked Li Qiao privately: "Have you received a reply from Ah Jin?" The stinky boy said that the first month of the year, it's all March, nothing will happen, right? ”

Li Qiao shook his head: "No." She comforted Mrs. Qin: "Don't scare yourself by thinking about yourself. ”

Old Lady Qin smiled: "Eh." ”

Li Qiao said again: "Today on the 30th, in two days, if Ah Jin doesn't come back, we will go back to the south to worship our ancestors." ”

Old Lady Qin: "Cheng." "I have to go back to my hometown this year to sweep the graves of Grandpa Jin and his parents.

Soon on April 1, Li Qiao took a leave of absence and took his student ID to go to the station to buy a train ticket to the south.

Just got off the tram.

A familiar voice stopped her.

"Qiaoqiao."

Li Qiao turned around, Qin Jin was carrying her luggage, her face was tired, and she was pleasantly surprised: "Ah Jin." Why did it take you so long to come to Kyoto? ”

Qin Jin smiled: "Didn't I tell you about doing business?" Why are you here? ”

Li Qiao: "Buy a ticket to go back to your hometown in the south to sweep the grave." ”

Qin Jin sighed.

Li Qiao: "I didn't expect to meet you here, now I can only buy tickets with grandma with the documents in my hand, and Grandpa Xue's family will also leave tomorrow, or will you follow their special car?" ”

Qin Jin: "I'll go back and open a letter of introduction, and I'll buy a ticket tomorrow, and I can buy it too." ”

"Okay, you wait for me here." Li Qiao entered the station to buy a ticket.

When he came out, he saw Qin Jin at a glance, holding a cigarette between his fingers, standing on the side of the road and smoking.

Li Qiao only felt weird, didn't he quit smoking? Why are you pumping again?

When Qin Jin saw Li Qiao, he hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt, stepped on it, and said, "I won't smoke tomorrow, and the ticket has been bought?" ”

Li Qiao glanced at the cigarette butts that had been crushed on the ground, and he had a sixth sense that he had something on his mind. She didn't ask him about the situation, and responded, "It's done." Then he took the car home with him.

On the way, Qin Jin, who has always talked a lot, was very silent.

Li Qiao tilted his head and looked at him, did he lose money in business?

Earlier, he made money, although he did not give it to her, but he would buy her a lot of gifts, and then excitedly talked about the experience of earning money.

This time, the bag was very deflated, like a frosted eggplant. She was a little distressed, and took the initiative to reach out and hold him.

Qin Jin turned his head, and there was a smile in his eyes: "Your father, stepmother and stepsister will not trouble you in the future." ”

Li Qiao sighed in his heart, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "You killed them?" ”

Qin Jin laughed: "I'm stupid." I was scared of it, and I didn't dare to be a demon in the future. ”

Li Qiao didn't believe it, Li Jinhua typically healed the scar and forgot the pain. It won't be long before I will still be a demon. She said, "Amazing." Then she rested her head on his shoulder, and the smell of sweat on her body hit the tip of her nose and made her dizzy.

Qin Jin straightened her: "I haven't taken a bath for more than a month, don't be next to me." ”

"I don't dislike it." Li Qiao endured not being comfortable next to him.

Qin Jin hooked his lips, and the haze accumulated from business failure dissipated a lot.

When you get home. Old Madam Qin said happily: "Are you back?" She circled around him and said, "Why is it decadent like this?" "It's like the first time I went out to sell antiques and was cheated out of money, is it a loss in business?

Qin Jin: "I'm too lazy to clean up." ”

"I'll boil you some water, and you can wash it well." Old Mrs. Qin said.

"Hmm." Qin Jin responded coldly, entered the house and lay down on the bed, the quilt was fragrant and soft.

What a pity is it that such a clean bed is dirty? He got up and sat down at the dresser.

The man in the mirror had greasy hair, wrinkled clothes, and a black and gray neck.

Depend on!

Why did he become like this?

Look at Li Qiao again, a simple coat, slim trousers, and her hair tied up at will, clean and neat.

How can he be so sloppy and worthy of her?

(End of chapter)