I quietly watch you play

Zhou Wei has lived in Jiang Xiaoqi's place on and off for more than half a month, and the special teachers hired by the family only need to serve Zhou Lei and feel relaxed.Zhou Wei did not study at Yingtai at night, and went back to Dan University to study and draw directly after school at five o'clock.

It's not easy to move his pile of painting tools to Jiang Xiaoqi's place, so Zhou Wei only brought a host machine over, and when he was tired of homework, he drew on the digital board, anyway, materials and styles were never his limit.

It’s embarrassing to be short of money, Jiang Xiaoqi took him to buy winter clothes on weekends, not to mention a decent down jacket, he can’t even pay for a pair of pants now, the school, Jiang Xiaoqi’s side and Huang Zhizi’s side take turns to eat Crap, it's worse than Xiao Qi's stable life.

Jiang Xiaoqi bought him a down jacket, a long one that covered half of his thighs, washed cloth work style, with wide pockets, and a beige fluff on the hat, very much like a certain treasure's explosive style.

With short hands, Zhou Wei was too embarrassed to complain about how ugly the clothes were, so she put them on obediently, but fortunately it was very warm.

Jiang Xiaoqi was somewhat satisfied with his meekness and obedience, so he generously sent 200 yuan pocket money to his WeChat account, and tyrannically stipulated that the money was not allowed to be used to buy cigarettes, and if he wanted to smoke, he had to ask him for it.

Zhou Wei is very dissatisfied with this hegemony clause, it is only two hundred, are you ashamed to say it is cigarette money?People don't care about the roots!

Zhou Wei put his hands in the wide pockets of his down jacket, walked behind and stared at him plaintively, like a child who couldn't get his favorite toy, full of hostility.

Jiang Xiaoqi thought he was walking slowly, so he stood still and turned around to wave to him. Zhou Wei followed up like a puppy walking with his master. Adorable Papillon.

Jiang Xiaoqi was able to drive him to Jiehui cafeteria to drink pimple soup, not even ordering more candied garlic.

"Do you think I'm rich?" Jiang Xiaoqi showed Zhou Wei the head portrait of a local tycoon in Dubai.

This man is so vengeful!Zhou Weixin said how he fell into his hands in a daze, and completely forgot how he had turned against him in the first place.

"Go and ask the old man for money, saying that you can't raise me for nothing. Even if my worth is in the hands of the kidnappers, it's [-] yuan a day for living expenses, not a ransom!"

The 16 a day meat ticket for living expenses is holding a [-] yuan portion of vegetarian pimple soup, and the lips are slightly red.

Jiang Xiaoqi laughed softly, and drank his soup sullenly: "The poor can still afford it."

"Can I add a can of soda? Two yuan and five." Zhou Wei stared.

Jiang Xiaoqi said to the kitchen in a Lafite 82 tone: "Boss, two cans of Arctic Ocean!"

The Jiang family is indeed very stingy, Zhou Wei doesn't know how much Jiang Xiaoteng thinks his life is worth, and how much it can benefit this young brother, but five thousand pocket money per month cannot be faked.

Jiang Xiaoqi still has to support his mother, and with his oil bottle, there are old and young, it's hard!

"The monthly exam results are not bad."

When the two of them came out of Jiehui, there were snowflakes in the sky, and large flakes of velvet fell one after another, but the weather was not cold.

Jiang Xiaoqi asked him: "Do you want any reward?"

Zhou Wei turned her head to look at him, the corners of her lips were stained with a smile, and her eyelashes were wet with breath: "Walking in the snow doesn't cost money."

Jiang Xiaoqi glanced at his new car parked on the side of the road, and it is not impossible to walk back and drive back when he finds time.

"Brother Seven, I didn't ask you to abandon your car," Zhou Wei walked backwards in front of him: "I'm walking by myself, can you drive and follow me? That group is not there, I don't know how many people are waiting to kidnap me and ask the old man for ransom Woolen cloth."

A bicycle jumped out of the small intersection behind him, Jiang Xiaoqi hurriedly took a step forward to hold Zhou Wei, and the white mist of his breath fell on his face: "You are the one who is in a hurry to deliver food, walk well!"

Jiang Xiaoqi accepted this very economical suggestion, and drove slowly behind Zhou Wei, and Zhou Wei finally walked well, walking along the shoulder of the road without slowing down.

The speed of the car was idling with a little brake, and it fell behind Zhou Wei.

Jiang Xiaoqi somehow remembered a TV series that Jiang Zhen chased after a long time ago. There seemed to be a scene in which the hero drove slowly behind the heroine. The heroine was probably angry with him and walked fast on purpose. , and cannot be fast enough to get rid of the speed of the vehicle.

It should be regarded as a romantic plot, with popular love songs as BGM, and a lot of storyboards to capture details.

Zhou Wei is obviously not an angry heroine, he is in a good mood, reaching out to catch a wave of snowflakes from time to time, and smiling back at him through the windshield.

Wipers occasionally sweep across the front windshield. In the alternately clear and hazy field of vision, the young man's back is stepping on the snow. Chase, grab.

Can anyone chase the sun?Can anyone seize the moment?

Therefore, Jiang Xiaoqi still felt a certain feeling of being cheated, especially when passers-by kept looking into the car.

In contrast, near the university, a young man in ordinary clothes walking on the side of the road with his face fully covered is naturally much more normal than a man who sneaks behind him in a decent car .

Jiang Xiaoqi felt like a stinking disciple who shamelessly flirted with a boy from a good family. He probably had already memorized the license plate number by heart.

Zhou Wei walked with ease all the way, and even broke off a piece of withered willow and held it in his hand to sweep the falling snow in the air. It looked innocent and harmless, without any bad intentions of a trickster.

If it wasn't for the good sound insulation of this car, Jiang Xiaoqi felt that he might still be humming something in a low voice, looking very happy.

As soon as Zhou Wei entered the door, he obediently hid in the guest bedroom to study, without Jiang Xiaoqi's supervision at all, and seemed very guilty.

Jiang Xiaoqi brushed off the thin snow that he had left on the coat at the porch, sighed helplessly, took Xiao Qi out of the cat nest and went upstairs.

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"You need to change your routine." Jiang Xiaoqi bowed his head to wake up Zhou Wei who was sleeping on the sofa, the firelight from the fireplace made his face look like a lotus flower, and even the bewildered eyes were full of dancing sparks, so bright and vivid people.

The clock is past seven o'clock, and Zhou Wei sleeps for two hours without noon and night, and then stays up until the middle of the night or even dawn. This kind of weird routine is not a day or two.

He took a few sips of milk from the stainless steel basin on the coffee table, the room was warm and dry, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Brother Seven, we need to buy a humidifier, otherwise nosebleeds will be easy."

Jiang Xiaoqi opened the mobile phone shopping website to search, and pointed out the top selling models to Zhou Wei.

"This is big enough, it's more convenient to add water to it."

"Is this 199 okay? Time-limited instant kill...or this one, with a higher spout...choose white? Tyrant gold?"

"It's all right."

"I placed an order, and it will be delivered tomorrow."

The two made a joint decision and implemented it with just a few words. This seems to be the normal state of their relationship recently, like a young couple discussing how to live together. When the wife says there should be something at home, the husband quickly buys it back She got what she wanted.

So Jiang Xiaoqi has more and more things in this apartment, some are necessary for life, some are just Zhou Wei's casual remarks.

Jiang Xiaoqi felt that he should stay up all night to get rid of the fire protection renovation work in the shopping mall, and then take on the new task assigned by the instructor. In this way, he might be able to get a few thousand more allowances to buy a new one for Zhou Wei a year ago. The drawing board, the one he had pissed on the cat once had a bad connection.

Zhou Wei is a person with great flexibility in needs. He said that being elegant means "living with the situation". When he was pampered by flowers and flowers, he would hate a pea under the [-]-layer mattress. Now he can hug a pea under the fence. My hand-drawn board stayed up for several nights to draw pictures without saying a word.

If he hadn't rubbed Xiaoqi and complained in private, and squeezed his face punitively, Jiang Xiaoqi would not have known that his hand-painted tablet was no longer easy to use.

"Brother Seven!" Zhou Wei suddenly grabbed the cushion and jumped up from the sofa, like a rabbit whose tail has been touched by a fox, smiling silly at the phone screen.

"Mr. Zhou unfrozen your credit card?"

"No," Zhou Wei jumped off the sofa with bare feet, and ran to the entrance to change clothes: "Hurry up, Brother Seven, I want to treat you to dinner tonight!"

On the fading screen he was pinching, a three-digit number was displayed, RMB 100

This was the first money that Zhou Wei earned from painting in his life, and it was followed by a five-star praise of no less than 20 characters: Weekend's painting is amazing!It's the Yazi I want!Have fun spinning around!I want to strongly recommend you to my sisters, and I will hit you again next time I need it.

Zhou Wei ran out of food for the family, and didn't want to drag Jiang Xiaoqi down for nothing, so he was forced to open the business. He went to the forum recommended by the painter and took a private job with fear, drawing the cover of a novel for an online lady.

The plot synopsis and character design requirements that the wife sent him were almost as long as a novella. Zhou Wei felt that this kind of work was quite messy before, because the two sides had inconsistent aesthetics or copyright issues frequently fought in the forum, and many paintings collapsed. He can't get money at all or is chased by black people. It's not easy to save a stable source of customers for a little fame, not to mention that he has to focus on the college entrance examination.

Zhou Wei took the first order, read the requirements carefully, and worked diligently for three nights, waiting for a reply was extremely disturbing.

He didn't mind whether he could get the hundred rewards in the end, but he really cared about the evaluation given to him by the first client. Jiang Xiaoqi said he was a genius, he didn't want it to be just a well-intentioned consolation.

It wasn't until the moment the 100 yuan was credited to the account that Zhou Wei realized that it represented far more than the money itself. It was a pure evaluation of his works under his ID, separated from the remote and boundless network and putting aside all subjective prejudices. A positive review!

Seeing that he was crazy, Jiang Xiaoqi happily changed his clothes accordingly.

"What to eat?"

The two of them were walking on the long street crowded with Linlang's shops in the West Gate of Dan University, and it was bustling with people at this time.

The students after the big class came out to eat and hang out in groups of three or four, and the jewelry store in a square inch was full of young girls; the boys were eating in the skewer shop with full heating, sharing their jokes with their arms bare; the young The couple huddled together on a bicycle, and the boy paddled slowly with his long legs, choosing a restaurant with a warm atmosphere and not too expensive...

Yes, what to eat?Zhou Wei is smug with his mobile phone, like a venture capitalist with a huge sum of money carefully selecting potential stocks.

"how much money you have?"

Zhou Wei raised an index finger, and spoke out a word without confidence: "Hundred."

Jiang Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows, and then walked firmly towards a shop at the intersection.

Following his back, Zhou Wei saw a bright yellow M with lights embedded on a red wall, and a red-haired clown Ronald McDonald was sitting on a bench by the door with his legs crossed and smiling at him.

The author has something to say:

Zhou Wei: No way?just eat this?

Jiang Xiaoqi: Otherwise... go to the staple food kitchen to buy big steamed buns with pickled mustard and you can treat them for a week.

weekend:……

Jiang Xiaoqi: That's too polite, it doesn't take a week, just one meal will be enough, I will take care of you in the future.