After picking up the young master lost by the wealthy

Jiang Yao wakes up and finds that the diamond ring given to Xiaoci is on her ring finger.

After a night of sleep, I got a circle of red marks.

He laughed and knocked on the window: "Why are you giving me the ring again?"

Xiaoci was cooking outside the window, nodded: "Yeah."

Jiang Yao: "Borrowing flowers to present Buddha is a pretty good trick, who did you learn from?"

He put the ring back on his ring finger, twirled it a few times, stretched out his hand, and looked at the front and back.

He didn't even raise his small words: "Brother wears something nice."

Jiang Yao jumped off the bed: "Don't look good, hurry to school after dinner."

The No. [-] Middle School and the Affiliated Middle School share a school. Jiang Yao bought Xiaoci a mountain bike and asked him to go to school by bike.

Xiao Ci sent Jiang Yan to kindergarten first, and then to No. [-] Middle School.

Get out of the car, enter the class, there are only a few acquaintances in a class, and they have never spoken to Xiaoci when they were in junior high school.

The teacher in charge didn't come to arrange the seats, so Xiaoci got the new book and wrapped it with bark.

The person next to him is Deng Yangyang.

He sat down beside Xiaoci with his head down, put his schoolbag in the drawer, took out his books and imitated Xiaoci and started wrapping books.

The last physics book in Xiaocibao has no cover. Deng Yangyang handed his cover to Xiaoci: "You can use mine, I buy a lot."

A pink cover with a few daisies on it.

Xiao Ci took the cover and said, "Thank you."

Deng Yangyang breathed a sigh of relief, his whole body relaxed, and whispered: "It seems that there are not many students in the attached middle school who are in the same class."

The score line of No. [-] High School Entrance Examination is very high, and only the top [-] students in this school can go straight up.

No. [-] Middle School has expanded its classes this year. There are ten classes in each grade, forty students in each class, and five hundred students in the first year of high school.

Deng Yangyang can only go straight to No. [-] Middle School if he has good grades in the attached middle school, otherwise he can only go to a general high school.

Xiao Ci ignored him, and after wrapping the bark wholeheartedly, he opened the physics book and read line by line to pass the time.

Deng Yangyang's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally hummed like a mosquito: "I am very happy to be in the same class as you."

On the first day of school, No. [-] Middle School entered a high-intensity study state without any transition. After a day, the students who had just graduated from junior high school had not yet adapted to the fast-paced review of high school, and half of the class could not keep up with the pace.

Deng Yangyang also studied very hard. When class was over, no one went to the playground with a basketball in their hands. They all held books to recall what they learned in the previous class.

After studying for a month, the students in the first year of high school widened the gap.

Those with strong learning ability have kept up with the progress of high school, while those with poor learning ability have formed cliques in school and formed a small group.

There are also some students who can't get up and can't get down.

I can't learn well, and I don't want to give up when I give up, so learning is very painful. From the current point of view, some of them already have early symptoms of "schizophrenia".

When Xiaoci was selecting cadres in the class meeting, he got a position as a study committee member because of his excellent academic performance.

Girls like to come over to ask for advice on topics after class.

Of course, asking questions is secondary, the main thing is to ask Xiao Ci how old he is this year, if he has a girlfriend, what he likes, whether he wants to drink milk tea and so on.

Most of the girls in the class are 15 years old, only Xiao Ci is 13 years old.

But he is very tall, he doesn't look like he is 13 years old, he is taller than some 16-year-old boys in the class, and he is more mature and stable, so he naturally attracts more girls' attention.

After Jiang Yao went to university, he didn't care much about his studies. He and Lao Hu rented a small shop by the West Lake, which was divided into two rooms, inside and outside. The outside was a glass cabinet to display jewelry, and the inside was a small workshop with a small bed. can rest.

Whoever looks after the shop between him and Lao Hu will rest in the shop for the whole night.

The rent of the shops by the West Lake is expensive, and Jiang Yao's money is working capital, tossing and tossing, and there is not a penny left in his hand, and he has to rely on Lao Hu to support him for food.

Xiaoci will help Jiang Yan look at the shop during the weekends, and sometimes he will bring Jiang Yan with him.

Jiang Yao didn't eat instant noodles when he came over, and went out to spend money with Lao Hu's bank card. Lao Hu's cell phone text messages reminded him one by one, making him keep looking down and having fun.

The college classmates who were in the studio together couldn't help asking him: "What are you laughing at, you are full of spring?"

Lao Hu stuffed his phone into his pocket: "It's nothing, I'm a friend."

Xiao Ci felt sorry for Jiang Yao, and he didn't eat expensive food, and after he knew that Jiang Yao was using Lao Hu's card, he felt even more gloomy.

Lao Hu has known Jiang Yao much longer than him. According to Simao, he grew up together since he was a child. They didn't live together, but they had the best relationship. When they were young, they could wear a pair of pants.

Jiang Yao is not relentless in using Lao Hu's things as his own flowers, which makes Xiaoci very upset.

He will rely on Lao Hu, but not on himself.

Just because he is a child and his younger brother.

After school started, Xiaoci had a few good friends.

One is Bian Jing, the monitor of their class, and the other is Liang Feifei, the sports committee member. The three of them met from playing basketball, and the other is Deng Yangyang.

Deng Yangyang has always been his tablemate. Although the two of them didn't talk much, Deng Yangyang always used his things for Xiaoci, such as erasers, chemical element charts, watches or fountain pens, to create a sense of comfort for Xiaoci. Feeling short-handed.

When Bian Jing asked Xiaoci to go out to play basketball, Deng Yangyang went with them.

He didn't play, just sat on the edge of the playground with a bottle of water in his arms, and watched them play basketball with the girls.

When Xiao Ci came down, Deng Yangyang handed Xiao Ci water to drink.

Bian Jing had joked with Xiaoci at the beginning, saying that Deng Yangyang was like your wife, and Xiaoci gave him a cold glance.

Bian Jing has never seen Xiao Ci angry, he is always cold, such a glance makes Bian Jing shut his mouth, and he dare not make jokes about Xiao Ci again.

The day before the sports meeting, Jiang Yao passed by the gate of No. [-] Middle School and saw the colorful flags fluttering in the sky. When he got home, he asked Xiao Ci: "Are you going to have a sports meeting?"

Xiao Ci nodded.

Jiang Yao: "What project are you participating in?"

Xiao Ci: "Running, and basketball."

Jiang Yao dragged Xiao Ci to the place where the height line was measured: "Let me see, have you grown taller after playing so much basketball?"

After a measurement, Jiang Yu died: 1.7 meters.

"Is it fake, growing so fast?" Jiang Yao didn't believe it, and measured it back and forth several times.

He himself grew four centimeters when he was in high school, and after he grew to 1.7 meters eight, he never jumped up again.

Xiao Ci will turn 14 in one month. When he was 14, he was only 1.6 meters five.

Jiang Yao felt unbalanced, and muttered a few words in a jerk.

Xiaoci used small stickers to put a note on his new height.

"Don't you measure?" He turned to ask Jiang Yao.

"No amount!"

After measuring my anger, I didn't grow a centimeter taller.

Xiaoci lay on Jiang Yao's back and hugged him: "Why don't you measure? You are afraid that I will surpass you."

Jiang Yao pushed him: "Don't put gold on your face! It's not because you eat too much, you are like a pig, and if you don't grow taller, you will waste my pig feed."

Xiaoci grabbed his hand, put his palm against his, and slowly clasped Jiang Yao's five fingers: "Where's your ring?"

Jiang Yao: "The one you borrowed flowers to present to Buddha? Put it away."

Xiaoci spoke close to his ear, his voice was low, like whispering beside the bed, it was a gentle black swamp: "Why don't you wear it?"

"Is it plausible?" Jiang Yao complained, "Is it ugly to wear such a big diamond ring as a man?"

Xiao Ci: "I think my brother looks good in it."

With his hands on Jiang Yao's skin, he slid into his pocket like a snake.

The warm skin passed the heat to his hand, and Jiang Yao hissed: "Don't touch it randomly."

Xiaoci took out the ring from his pocket.

This is Jiang Yao's habit, no matter what the small things are, they will put them in their pockets when they catch them.

When Xiao Ci washes his clothes, he always feels for what is in his pocket first, keychains, bracelets, napkins, coins, everything can be found.

He put the ring back on Jiang Yao's ring finger: "Brother wears it at home, don't wear it out."

Jiang Yao pushed him: "There is a lot of shit. How are you doing? Have you finished your homework? Let me check it."

Xiaoci's schoolbag was on the bed, Jiang Yao dragged his schoolbag over while talking.

There are only a few books in it, just like Jiang Yao's habit, only bring back homework, and the other books are stuffed in the drawer to fend for themselves.

Jiang Yao grabbed his homework book and read it. He had almost forgotten his high school physics knowledge, and after reading half of it, he went to grab Xiao Ci's physics book.

The pink cover and the little daisy immediately fell into his eyes, and Jiang Yao paused: "Whose is this cover?"

Xiao Ci looked over, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yao has a habit of being fussy, but he remembers everything that belongs to him clearly.

The used towels are placed there, and the washbasins that have been taken are placed there. If someone moves a little bit, he will be caught.

Xiao Ci's covers are all bought by himself, he has never bought a pink cover for Xiao Ci.

Boys like black and dark colors, and Jiang Yao is no exception. He bought all the textbook covers for Xiaoci according to his preference, and one book is not bad. The extra one is obviously not his.

"I forgot." Xiao Ci said, "Maybe it belonged to a classmate."

Jiang Yao: "Is the cover I bought not enough?"

Xiaoci: "One piece is missing."

Jiang Yao frowned: "Is there really one missing?"

Xiaoci lied without changing his face: "Yeah."

Jiang Yao muttered: "What are you doing, you return the cover, and I'll buy you another one."

Xiaoci suddenly put his chin on Jiang Yao's shoulder, hugged him from behind, and tightly wrapped Jiang Yao in his arms: "Brother, why can't you use someone else's cover."

Jiang Yao taught him without knowing it: "Of course it can't be used. It's fine for men. You look like a girl with this cover. How can she give you this thing?"

Xiaoci asked back: "Can you have any bad intentions?"

Jiang Yao: "She definitely wants to take this opportunity to get close to you and plot against you. You are so young, the girls in your class are two or three years older than you, don't be deceived by women's appearance, they have a lot of scheming in their hearts Very much."

Xiaoci: "So what if you lie to me? What will happen?"

Jiang Yao racked her brains: "I just lied to you for money, and lied to you to fall in love with her!"

Xiaoci stared at him: "So what about falling in love?"

Jiang Yao was stunned.

It doesn't seem like much.

He just doesn't like Xiao Ci's puppy love.

Xiao Ci laughed, just hugging Jiang Yao, holding his hand, like playing with a delicate porcelain doll, peeling off the cover from the physics book bit by bit.

Xiao Ci took a pair of scissors from the table, stuffed them into Jiang Yao's arms, and held his hand.

"Brother doesn't like it, you can cut it up."

Jiang Yao: "...This is not very good, it was given to you, you can just return it."

Xiaoci rubbed his face affectionately: "Brother says what he says, as long as you say a word, I will listen to you."

Jiang Yao held the scissors, looking at the pink cover was too unpleasant.

As if bewitched by Xiaoci's voice, he cut the cover vigorously.

The little daisy pattern was torn apart, Xiaoci hummed contentedly, and hugged Jiang Yao's waist tightly.

It's great to grow taller, he thought to himself, he can already hold Jiang Yao in his arms.

He wants to grow taller, grow up, and keep Jiang Yao in his own world, no one can covet him.

The author has something to say: Xiaoci, the older you get, the sicker you become