Little Peach Blossom

Tao Xingyu took a deep breath, looked at Su Qianqing who didn't dare to continue eating, and only said: "Finish the noodles first, be obedient."

"Well, I listen to my sister."

Listening to her becoming more and more used to the intimate voice of her elder sister, she gave a sweet smile with crooked eyes.

Tao Xingyu sighed again, leaned on the back of the chair, and said belatedly: "You obviously look about my age, why are you pestering me to call you sister?"

"But I'm only 12 years old."

Tao Xingyu patted himself on the forehead, thinking, what can he say to the little fool, "OK, you are 12 years old."

"Ah."

"You don't know what your name is, so what should I call you?" Tao Xingyu thought about it casually, it's not good to call each other "sister and sister", and said, "I picked you up on Zai Street, why don't I call you Zai Zai. "

He seemed to have forgotten that he was going to send her to the road tomorrow.

Su Qianqing rolled her eyes, ate the last mouthful of instant noodles, her cheeks bulged, and she nodded repeatedly: "Okay."

"Is that okay? Zizai... Fortunately, it's not on Jianyang Road next door, otherwise wouldn't it be called Jianjian, cheap..."

Eat and drink well.

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and said with a smile: "My sister can call me whatever she likes, I think it's fine."

"..."

Can talk like this, is it stupid or not?

"Zaizai," Tao Xingyu said hesitantly, feeling a little strange, "Zaizai...then call you Zaizai?"

Su Qianqing nodded vigorously and returned a sweet smile.

Tao Xingyu sighed and stood up to clean up the dishes.

In a blink of an eye, Su Qianqing caught a glimpse of the transparent plastic bag containing the book at the end of the dining table, reflecting the light blue cover and title of the book inside, and pointed, "Is that my sister's book?"

Tao Xingyu followed her gaze and hummed: "I just bought it at the bookstore."

Her eyes lit up slightly, "Can you lend me a look?"

"Do you like reading books?"

Tao Xingyu took the book out of the bag, handed it to her, and observed her strangely.The little fool was stupid, his expression and behavior were immature, but his words were not illogical nonsense.On the contrary, he is quite eloquent.

Like a child under the guise of an adult.

Kind of weird.

She tentatively asked, "You said you were 12 years old?"

Su Qianqing opened the plastic cover of the new book, and hummed softly.

"Then do you remember where you went to school?" Tao Xingyu vaguely guessed in his heart, picked up the other original book, opened it and asked her, "Do you know what these words mean?"

For some reason, she inexplicably felt that the little fool might be an educated native of the city.

Because her Mandarin has a slight Beijing accent.

It's just a little bit, maybe she misunderstood.

Not knowing why, Su Qianqing took the book with a colorful cover.He opened it to look twice, returned it to her, and said decisively, "I don't understand."

"Look again, don't you know a single word?"

"Hmm..." She pondered for a while, then opened the book and looked carefully, then shook her head and said, "I don't understand it at all."

"Is there any familiar feeling, have you learned it before?"

"No."

Tao Xingyu's hometown school only teaches English in junior high school, and she is a junior high school dropout, so it is logical that she does not know English at all.But she knows that children in Beijing learn English from an early age, and their nine-year compulsory education is far better than that in remote places.

If she is a local who has gone to school, it means that her family is in a good position.

——She doesn't have to worry about her anymore.

If you are like her, you don't know any words.Her family background should be about the same as hers.

Tao Xingyu sighed deeply.

Su Qianqing was completely unaware of her "exhaustive painstaking efforts", and held the blue-covered Chinese book again, looking at it with relish.Just looking down, her expression became very strange.

The brows furrowed deeper and deeper, but his expression became more and more dull.

Tao Xingyu sat by the sofa, watching her face flipping through the book, and found it amusing.With a blank face for a while, Su Qianqing sometimes frowned seriously, sometimes smiled strangely with curved lips, and sometimes raised her eyebrows to show a look of disgust.

The expression can be said to be varied and varied.

what's the situation?

Tao Xingyu couldn't help but leaned over to watch it together.

Su Qianqing flipped through the book very quickly, she had already turned the page before she finished reading half a page.Therefore, Tao Xingyu decided that she was just playing around.Ask in a coaxing tone: "Is reading fun?"

Su Qianqing was vague: "Yes."

Her long eyelashes drooped slightly, and there were only typefaces on the books in her eyes.

When she was extremely focused, there was a unique charm in her eyebrows, her big eyes were slightly restrained, and her eyelashes were long and distinct.

He is gentle and refined, and does not look like a little fool at all.

Tao Xingyu's heart skipped a beat.

"..."

She quietly got up from the sofa and didn't bother her anymore.

After Tao Xingyu took a shower and made the bed, he wiped the water droplets from his hair with a towel while watching what Su Qianqing was doing.

She had just turned the last page of the book.

After closing the book, he closed his eyes slowly and sighed.

Tao Xingyu wondered, "What's the matter, isn't the book good-looking?"

Su Qianqing put down the book, his eyes changed from complicated and unpredictable in an instant to pure and calm like a child, leaned back on the sofa carelessly, and muttered: "It's not good-looking, and the writing is not good."

"how could be?"

Tao Xingyu picked up the book, flipped through two pages, and after a cursory look, he felt that the author's writing style was particularly good, and behind the beautiful rhetoric there was an ability to attract people to read on.Couldn't stop for a moment.

"What's wrong with this... The preface was written by a professor of the Chinese Department of Peking University."

As soon as Tao Xingyu turned the book over, he saw that the column on the back cover was full of recommendations of famous writers, which said: "The story written by Jiang Qiu was originally calm and deep. After the story advances, the reversal can be described as thrilling."

"The pen is poetic, and the talent is compelling."

"From the point of view of pure literature, Jiang Qiu is a well-deserved literary genius. The young Fengqing is as good as the old Fengsheng..."

For a long paragraph of appreciation, the dashes are followed by major contemporary writers, members of the Writers Association, and the chairman of the Writers Association.

Not to mention the award-winning genius on the girdle.

Tao Xingyu looked down one by one, couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and sighed: "The author, Jiang Qiu, is a bit too powerful..."

Su Qianqing crossed her arms and sat cross-legged on the sofa without saying a word.

"Dual degree in Bachelor of Arts and Management, Stanford Graduate School of Business Administration, PhD student at UCLA..."

A long list of author bios.

Even if Tao Xingyu didn't know these famous foreign schools, he could feel the golden light.

After carefully reading the author's profile, surprise flashed across her face, and she sighed, "The author is only two years older than me."

Su Qianqing supported his head with his hands, and the chicken was so sleepy that he started pecking at the rice.

"Don't sleep here," Tao Xingyu quickly put down the book, pushed her and said, "If you are going to catch a cold, go to bed and sleep."

"Well," she opened her eyes vaguely, blinked, and then closed her eyelids heavily.

—

who I am?What is your name?What have you been through?

All forgotten.

The harder I think about it, the worse my head hurts.

Su Qianqing buried her face in the pillow, pressed her temples hard, worked hard for a moment, and then sighed.He turned over and lay on his side, his short hair was fluffy and messy, and his narrow and delicate eyelids swelled into big European-style eyes.

The light came in through the curtains, so bright that she closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

In a daze, he suddenly woke up with a start.

Almost fell asleep again.

No, you should worry about amnesia, right?Su Qianqing sat up, crossed her legs and straightened her waist, resting her chin in her hand to recall who she was, what bad luck she had, and why she was here.

After a while of silence, she pressed her brows hard.

Forget it, forget it.

give up.

Amnesia is basically a short-term situation, don't worry, you will always remember it slowly.

She gave up remembering and began to think instead. She lay down by the lake and was taken home.Who brought it home... Last night was a big shock, like a sequelae, even this memory is a bit erratic after sleeping.

Oh, it's a very beautiful girl.

Last night, she half helped and half hugged her to go to bed to sleep, her body was soft and had a nice smell.

She seemed to read a book before going to bed.

Su Qianqing put on a wooden face, slowly closed her eyes, and recalled the contents of the book.That book always gave her a very familiar feeling, as if she had read it before, but felt a little wrong.

There is a deeper and very special sense of familiarity.

— like she wrote the book.

"ThenIcouldn'tlovebutnowIcan..." On the road opposite the community, there are street performers singing with tweeters.The voice came clearly through the tall building, interrupting her thinking.

Su Qianqing was stunned.

She went to the window and drew back the pale yellow curtains.Open the window, and the singing without interval is louder: "You pick me up when I'm feeling sad..."

The wandering singer's pronunciation is vague, but it can also be heard to be full of Chinese flavor.

Su Qianqing tried her best to listen to the lyrics, repeated them plainly, and the words automatically turned into standard and fluent American accent English.At the same time, I clearly understand the meaning of the lyrics in my mind, although I have no impression of hearing it.

After repeating a few lines of the lyrics, she judged that she could speak English.

But yesterday's original novel...

Su Qianqing suddenly remembered the colorful cover, and pulled the corners of her lips helplessly.

That book is the world famous "Don Quixote"

Author Spaniard.

Standing quietly for a while, the memory recovered a lot.

Su Qianqing still doesn't remember that she is Su Qianqing, but she has quietly regained some abilities that belonged to Su Qianqing.I really remembered that I was not 12 years old at all...

She patted her head with her hands and tilted her neck, trying to recover quickly.

Walk slowly out of the room.

Tao Xingyu, who is used to getting up early, was cooking, and was a little surprised to see her.

"Woke up by the singer? Just go to brush your teeth and wash your face, let's have some breakfast."

She was wearing a loose smoky gray home dress, her long hair was loose, and a strand fell on her snow-white sunken shoulder.Turning to look at her, holding a spatula in his hand, the beige apron around his waist outlines a slender waist that cannot be grasped.

Su Qianqing looked up and down, and finally stopped.

Staring at Tao Xingyu's delicate face to a certain extent, his heart felt like being hit hard, his breathing slowed down involuntarily, and he looked straight at it.I was a little nervous thinking: this... is this the fairy sister?