The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

It's still dark outside.

It was warm in the car with the small yellow overhead lights on, and the two of them were talking to each other.

The main reason was that Tang Jiao was mumbling and talking, and Xiao Jingchuan looked at her sideways and smiled.

"Are you staying in Qingcheng to play today?"

Xiao Jingchuan smiled slightly, sighed softly, stretched out his hand to touch his head: "Not today, there is also a festival at home on the first day of the new year."

Tang Jiao said "Oh", his voice fell for a moment, then he cheered up again, holding his hand and continuing to mutter, as if he didn't want to waste a second.

Speaking of how she drank a small cup of plum stuffed wine with her grandma at noon yesterday, she drank it in two sips and fell asleep right up until New Year's Eve, still smiling and sipping.

After rambling for another ten minutes, Tang Jiao's voice gradually slowed down, and his little hand nestled in Xiao Jingchuan's palm, holding his thumb.

"Xiao Jingchuan, have you not slept all night?"

Xiao Jingchuan's voice was low and gentle: "I slept in the car for a while."

"That must be very sleepy..."

"How about we take a nap again..."

Not long after, Tang Jiaowo fell asleep on the seat, pressing out a little bit of his childish cheek flesh on the seat, and holding Xiao Jingchuan's right hand fingers in his soft palm, making him feel warm.

Xiao Jingchuan watched quietly for a while.

He stretched out his left hand to lower the back of the chair, pulled up the blanket, and smoothed the girl's slightly messy forehead with his fingertips.

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead.

The boy's body had been boiling all night long, with burning desire and violence like ants gnawing at his bones, and finally died down.

He held the girl's little hand and fell asleep.

Xiao Jingchuan drove back to Jingzhou. When he got home, it was already past ten in the morning.

Lin Xiaopei was holding Pudding's tail to tickle it.

"Chuan'er, where did you go so early in the morning? No one answered the knock on your door."

Xiao Jingchuan placed a full red plastic bag on the table.

"Bring breakfast."

"Oh, today is the first day of the new year, and the sun is out in the west."

Lin Xiaopei was surprised to see her son's face in a good mood.

"What kind of breakfast did you buy? It's such a big bag."

She reached out and opened the bag. There were two food preservation bags inside, neatly stacked with pieces of bean paste-colored pastries.

Xiao Jingchuan said: "Red bean and millet cake."

"Isn't this a specialty of Qingcheng? When did it become available in Jingzhou?"

Xiao Jingchuan picked out a piece and took a bite. He didn't know what he thought of, but he actually laughed again.

He bent down and picked up one of the bags, preparing to go back to his room.

Lin Xiaopei was surprised: "Why did you take so much?"

"eat."

Xiao Jingchuan held it in his left hand and ate slowly with his right hand, then turned and went upstairs.

Lin Xiaopei looked out the window again in disbelief.

Is the true sun coming out in the west today?

No, it’s not snowing anymore.

Lin Xiaopei muttered strangely, since when did this child like to eat sweet and glutinous snacks? How about adding some sweet snacks for the New Year?

Qingcheng.

Grandma Tang Jiao woke up early in the morning and just entered the kitchen, and soon she started shouting.

"Where are the rice cakes! I made such a big basket of rice cakes, and what a greedy little pig, I only had three pieces left!"

Tang Jiao guiltily ran away with his little hands behind his back and on tiptoes!

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"Ah——! Finally made it!"

"Fortunately, Tang Jiao, you discovered that you made the wrong step earlier! That's awesome! Otherwise, we would have been detained by the teacher..."

"Yes, the teacher is moving faster and faster in class now. I didn't even remember the formula, so I started experimenting."

After the chemistry experiment class.

Several girls assigned to the same experimental group planned to go to the cafeteria to eat the new chicken tenders and egg rice.

"Tang Jiao, are you going to eat?"

"Oh, you're waiting for Sichuan God again, okay then. Let's go first. If we go late, it will be sold out. Haha, bye!"

"Here, I'll give you a piece of candy to cushion your stomach. It's delicious."

The laboratory is on the same floor as the classroom of Class 1, Grade [-].

At the end of get out of class at noon, the students all walked out. Tang Jiao carried his textbooks and went against the flow of people from the corridor back to the classroom.

A handsome boy wearing glasses walked over hesitantly and blocked her way.

Tang Jiao raised his eyes and saw the person coming. He paused and looked helpless.

She hugged the textbook, walked around him and continued walking.

The footsteps behind him followed him step by step.

The other party didn't say anything, and just followed him all the way, reaching out to help Tang Jiao hold the textbook.

Tang Jiao quickly took a step away and frowned, "Don't always follow me."

The boy is thin and of medium height. His bangs are a bit long and reach the black frame. His facial features are straight and delicate, and he looks like he has a gentle and quiet personality.

He turned a deaf ear to Tang Jiao's rejection. He only looked at her expectantly and said nothing.

Seeing that it really didn't make sense to him, Tang Jiao frowned, opened his legs in annoyance, and strode towards the classroom.

When he arrived at the door of the classroom, Tang Jiao turned around and glared at him again, and the boy stopped in fear.

"You go and eat, don't follow me anymore."

After Tang Jiao finished speaking, he ignored the boy's disappointed expression and went straight into Class 1 classroom.

There was no one in the classroom. Everyone went directly to eat after the chemistry class.

The boy stood at the back door and stared blankly at Tang Jiao for a while before leaving. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Tang Jiao turned out the chemistry exercise book to do the questions without any distractions, holding a lychee-flavored fruit candy in his mouth.

The pen swishes non-stop and solves problems very quickly.

Suddenly, someone poked me lightly on the cheek, and a familiar and pleasant cold scent of cedar came over me.

"what to eat."

Tang Jiao stopped writing, raised his head and smiled: "Candy given by Xinzi."

"It tastes like lychee, sour and sweet."

Tang Jiao said as he put his tongue in his mouth, the candy rolled from the left cheek to the right, and a fleshy little bump bulged out on his cheek.

"hungry?"

Xiao Jingchuan pinched her left cheek in a funny way, and her cheeks bulged symmetrically, like glutinous rice dumplings.

"Let's go and eat."

Tang Jiao nodded, put away the things, and asked, "What does the head teacher want from you?"

Xiao Jingchuan stood by the table lazily, waiting for Tang Jiao to get up, and said nonchalantly:

"It's about the school anniversary."

"Oh, haven't we already decided on a drama for our class' performance? The monitor and Zhuang Tingting will be the protagonists."

Xiao Jingchuan twitched the corners of his lips, "You want to drag me into the water, it's boring."

When Liao Donghai announced at the class meeting last week that the school anniversary would be held at the end of the month, he proudly said that this should be the last time they would participate in such an event in their high school career. By the time they were in their senior year of high school, they could only immerse themselves in studying, so they hoped that Class 1’s program would win a prize. Award, of course No. 1 is even better!

Tang Jiao immediately knew what was going on. After all, when it comes to performing on stage, who else can be as effective as the schoolmaster? Even if he just shows up as a background board, he can still win the audience voting. few.

Tang Jiao was amused when she thought of the scene where Liao Donghai pulled Xiao Jingchuan to get votes. She raised her head and tugged at the hem of the boy's school uniform.

"The teacher has gone out of his way to find you, so why don't you give me face?"

"No."

Xiao Jingchuan remained unmoved.

With his big hand, he squeezed Tang Jiao's hand that was holding the hem of her clothes, holding it familiarly in his palm. His fingertips rubbed and massaged the thin callus on the first knuckle of her middle finger.

This is a standard equipment that most students have. It is a cocoon worn out by years of holding pens and answering questions.

This semester, the calluses on Tang Jiao's fingers are more obvious when touched.

Xiao Jingchuan knows better than anyone how hard she works.

Tang Jiao playfully hooked his slender fingers and said with pretty eyes: "It's quite fun. If you go on stage, you will be the center of attention! So handsome!"

Her left hand gestured to press the shutter.

"I can also take photos for you! Mi Li and Xiaomin both said that my photography skills are good! Last time they and I went to the Forest Park to play, and we took a lot of photos, and I showed them to you."

Xiao Jingchuan lowered his head and rubbed Tang Jiao's little head, messed up her hair, and then smoothed it down patiently.

In a lazy tone: "Want to play?"