The east neighbor sniffs the green plum

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[gl Baihe] Author of "East Neighbor Sniffing Green Plums with Wine": jitoumi [End + Extra Story]

Childhood sweethearts are pure nonsense, but the way to hug Yujie and beauties is king

Content tags: urban love, special liking, near water, childhood sweetheart

Search keywords: Protagonist: Qiao An, Qin Xiao┃ Supporting role: Ye Weihang┃ Others:

☆、Chapter 1

In 1998, the great flood took away Joan's father, and at the same time when the flood happened, Joan also met the person she loved the most in her life.

Falling in love with someone you can't love is destined to be the beginning of pain.

She is now sitting on the indoor balcony, hugging her knees, with a cup of steaming Kuding tea at her feet.The smoke curled up, like smoke and mist.I don't know when she started to fall in love with this kind of bitter tea, which is extremely bitter at first taste but has a sweet and cool fragrance in her throat after a long aftertaste.She still remembered her frowning when Qin Xiao gave her this tea for the first time, but now that she is gone, her hobby has become her hobby.

On this day in 1998, it had been raining for a week.Even though she was only in the sixth grade at that time, she still clearly remembered that at that time Qin Xiao was standing beside Qin's father, they were holding a big black umbrella, and the rain fell from the edge of the umbrella to form a circular rain curtain.Qin Xiao stood under the umbrella expressionlessly, the coldness on her face was not at all as it should be at that age.Qin's father brought Qin Xiao to visit, Qiao An held Qin Xiao's hand happily and mumbled a lot, but Qin Xiao ungratefully shook her hand away and went back to her next door s home.At that time, Qiao An understood that Qin Xiao was not someone who was easy to get close to.Now she understands too.Qin Xiao will never get close to anyone easily, nor will she let others get close to her easily.

Let's talk about those continuous rainy days in 1998.The person who fell in the rain was upset but helpless.At that time, like every rainy day, Joan went back to her small attic after school and stuck the glass to see the gray buildings in the distance and the birds flying around in the rain.But since Qin Xiao's arrival, her interest has changed, that is to stick to the glass to observe the movement next door to her.Often she can't see anyone, and occasionally someone passing by is wearing a raincoat and riding a big bike and flies past her eyes quickly.She never saw Qin Xiao once.The Qin family's father and daughter settled down quietly next to her house.

The heavy rain finally stopped when people were getting bored and going crazy.When the sun was shining through the thick clouds, almost everyone in the town came out of their houses laughing and cheering to the sky.Joan likes sunny days.At least the musty smell that lingered around her was gone.But what made Qiao An even more happy was that when she woke up from sleepy eyes, she found that standing beside the podium was Qin Xiao who lived next door to her.Qin Xiao stared straight at the back, but there was nothing in that gaze.

"Students, this is our new classmate Qin Xiao, welcome everyone." The kind-faced teacher put his hand on Qin Xiao's shoulder and introduced Qin Xiao to the whole class with a smile.Perhaps only Qiao An saw Qin Xiao's shoulder slightly tilted to one side.Qin Xiao didn't like to be in contact with others since he was a child, and Qiao An only realized this when he grew up.

After listening to the teacher's words, Qin Xiao just turned around and wrote two lines of poems on the blackboard, and then sat in the seat the teacher had arranged for her in advance, which was next to Qiao An.This was arranged by Qin's father.

The poem Qin Xiao left on the blackboard immediately made her a talented person in the class.Nine or ten-year-old children can write such a poem, and it is a complex poem with many words. From the perspective of children who do not know many words, it is very remarkable.

"You don't need làng to write the meaning of the mountain, the bleak Qin Xiao has its own love" This poem is the fastest and most firmly remembered poem by Qiao An.

Qin Xiao became Qiao An's first tablemate since she entered elementary school.Because she is taller than her peers, she always sits in the last row and is in a class of her own. Now that she is accompanied by Qin Xiao, who is about the same height as her, she is happy even if she doesn't like to talk.

"Qin Xiao, these are chicken eggs cooked by my mother. She asked me to bring them to you. Grass chicken eggs. Mom said they are very nutritious."

"Qin Xiao, this is the milk my mother asked me to bring. I brought an extra box just for you."

"Qin Xiao's mother wants to be full of dumplings tonight, and mother said that she will invite you to eat with Uncle Qin."

"I can't write a lot of math homework assigned by Qin Xiao's teacher yesterday, can you lend me yours?"

Joan was talking alone almost every day, but she never tired of it.Two people are better than one at a table.Although Qin Xiao didn't like to talk to others, nor did he like to play with other children.Joan still liked staying with her very much.Qin Xiao is like a doll, which makes Qiao An, who has liked dolls since she was a child, both like and envy her.At that time she had short hair, like a tomboy.Unfamiliar uncles and aunts always like to touch her head and say "this little boy is so cute" when they see her. Every time at this time, she pouts and tells those uncles and aunts loudly that she is a little girl, and those uncles and aunts listen She was even happier when she said that, and continued to pat her head and said "this little boy, oh no, this little girl is so cute".Her hair didn't grow until she was in junior high school.

It wasn't that Qin Xiao always ignored her. Qiao An found that Qin Xiao's mood would be bad when it rained, and her mood would be much better when the sky cleared.The reason for this, Joan didn't know until a long time later.

When Qin Xiao was happy, they would hold hands and go to the playground to dance rubber bands together. Usually Qiao An played with the little girls in the same class, and Qin Xiao watched from the side.Although Qin Xiao didn't want to dance rubber bands with Qiao An, but she was very happy when she was beside her.

Thinking of such small details now, Joan still laughs, but the smile is somewhat bitter.Qin Xiao has been away from her for a long time.

☆、Chapter 2

Qiao An went back to her mother's house every Sunday as usual. After Qin Xiao left, she more or less avoided Qin's father.Perhaps her subconscious thought that it was the combination of her mother and Qin Xiao's father that caused Qin Xiao to leave in such a hasty way.Maybe it's to avoid Dad Qin's face.The first time Qiao An saw Qin Xiao, even though it was misty, she could still see the similarity between the two faces under the umbrella.But Qin Xiao once told her that she looks a little like her mother.But Qiao An had never seen Qin Xiao's mother, that was Qin Xiao's taboo.

In fact, when she returned to her hometown on Sunday, she didn't have much to do.Father Qin prepares a sumptuous dinner every time. Father Qin likes to drink a little wine while eating, but his capacity for alcohol is not very good, and he gets drunk after a few small wine cups.Qin's father fell asleep as soon as he was drunk, Qin Xiao was not at all like her father.Qin Xiao would go crazy with alcohol, when he was young and full of energy.Joan has no way of knowing if he is still drunk or not.She only knew that every time Qin's father got drunk, it was because he missed his daughter.But there seems to be an invisible gap between father and daughter. Qiao An must have seen their father and daughter at war, she can probably guess that the incompatible relationship between them has something to do with Qin Xiao's mother, but Qin Xiao never She didn't tell her, and she wouldn't ask Qin's father.She understood that Qin Xiao didn't like others asking her too much, so she chose to remain silent.

Another weekend.On Sunday night, Joan drove back to his hometown as usual.The car was stuck halfway, looking at the densely packed cars ahead, she knocked on the steering wheel in boredom. The whistle of the police directing the traffic flow was sharp and piercing, and Joan suddenly became a little irritable.She reached out and fumbled in the bag for a while, found a cigarette, lit it, rolled down the glass and took a puff, then snuffed out the cigarette.This was a habit she developed after Qin Xiao left.Just take a breath, then close your eyes and blow out the smoke from your mouth, and the smoke curls against her face and dissipates.It's a bit drunk and dreamy.Finally the convoy, which was on the verge of death, moved.Joan speeded up, and her small black car was quickly submerged in the crowd of cars.After Qiao An graduated, her mother and Qin's father moved back to the place where they lived before, and the house in the city was reserved for Qiao An.This two-story small western-style building carried too many memories of Qiao An, about Qin Xiao.She parked the car in front of the door, took a bag and waved the smell of cigarettes on her body. In fact, there was no smell of smoke. The cigarettes she smoked always had a smell, which was Qin Xiao's favorite smell—odorless .She bent over to pick up the wine and moon cakes distributed by the school in the trunk, and when she looked up, she heard the faint voice of Qin's father from the yard, which carried the rare anger of Qin's father.Joan didn't know what happened, she walked quickly to the yard with the wine and the moon cake box.Before stepping into the yard, a person came out from inside.The man gave her a sharp look, and there was no sign that he hadn't seen her for a long time.