The bus arrived.

Perhaps because of the holiday, there are unprecedented numbers of people.

Jiang Zhiyu was squeezed around by a group of adults holding luggage, and his feet slipped under him and was about to hit the car.

At this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and pushed her in.

The warm air in the car rushed towards him, and Jiang Zhiyu's face and hands, which were frozen so cold that they gradually began to warm up.

But she didn't care about these things, turned around and turned around with anticipation, but she saw Song Ke's face.

Still not that person.

A feeling of loneliness flashed across his heart. Jiang Zhiyu nodded politely to the other party and said thank you, but Song Ke's face was strangely avoided:

"Don't thank me, I'm at most short of a manpower."

"What..." Jiang Zhiyu was a little confused about the situation and was stunned.

As soon as the bus driver braked heavily, she was thrown back hard, but Song Ke grabbed her clothes again and pulled them back.

After finally standing firm, Jiang Zhiyu hurriedly found a handrail, but heard Song Ke's awkward voice coming from above his head:

"I have read the wrong questions you gave to Yu Xichen, and I have also gotten a few similar exams this time, so..."

"I understand," Jiang Zhiyu interrupted, considering the classmate's arrogance, "But thank you."

Song Ke touched his head, turned his face and didn't say anything again.

Jiang Zhiyu held the handrail above his head, staring at the dark night scene through the gaps of the crowd, and his heart was also pitch black.

It's been four months since school started.

Liu Bo’s fruit stall is no longer available outside.

So, will you see him again during this short holiday?

-

Jiang Dachuan has always been filial and brought Xu Shuyi and Jiang Yunfeng back to the countryside to celebrate the festival early.

Without exception, Jiang Zhiyu became the one who was left behind again, and even this time, Grandpa Mao did not keep it.

He pulled out a sarcastic smile and opened the secret wall of the bookshelf with familiarity.

Fortunately, Jiang Dachuan did not spend all his private money.

I slept with an empty stomach and woke up, the sky was still gloomy.

Jiang Zhiyu washed up and put on a thick bread suit. Her upper body was round and she was exposed, with only a pair of thin legs exposed outside. She stepped on the hard ground of ice and slid from time to time.

"Boss, come two loaves of bread..."

Thinking about those days when Yu Xichen was fed, Jiang Zhiyu felt a little bit tired and immediately changed his words:

"Let's just have two boxes of instant noodles."

"Okay."

The convenience store at the intersection was a little narrow. She stood at the door, waiting for the owner’s grandfather to help her get things and rub the snow on the soles of her feet to play.

"Jiangyu?"

The familiar male voice is not the same person.

Jiang Zhiyu raised his head and waved at Duan Chi: "Buy something?"

Duan Chi nodded, looked up and down at her again, and his eyes fell on her cold cheeks:

"Why are you standing here?"

The shop owner grandfather spoke at the right time: "Come on, girl, your two boxes of instant noodles."

Jiang Zhiyu took the instant noodles and shrugged at Duan Chi: "Buy rice."

Duan Chi knew about the situation at her home and was about to say "Or you go to my house to eat", but his attention was diverted by the sound of a car whistle coming from the entrance of the alley.

He subconsciously reached out and wanted to bring Jiang Zhiyu to the side.

But Jiang Zhiyu didn't move, staring at the car from far to near like a statue. Then, his eyes burst out with eager gazes that shouldn't have in this cold winter.

It's him.

When the vehicle stopped, Jiang Zhao in the driver's seat jumped out of the car first. After seeing Jiang Zhiyu's face clearly, he was shocked and subconsciously touched his wallet:

"No, right? In addition to selling melons, you also opened a convenience store?"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't say anything, but just looked at the boy walking down from the passenger seat.

The boy was wearing a black coat, his hair grew a lot, and he lay obediently on his head. His face looked a little thinner, with one corner of his thin lips still hanging on his eyes. He still looked lazy and unrestrained:

"Tsk, the ubiquitous little girl."

Jiang Zhiyu only wore a pair of cotton drags when he went out. At this time, the soles of her feet were soaked with melted snow, which made her tremble with coldness, and her voice trembled a little:

"Is the cat okay?"

"It's great, sleep on my quilt and grab my bed."

Chen Si took out a cigarette and bit it, his eyes circulating between her hair:

"Where is the clown fish?"

Jiang Zhiyu raised his eyes and met his eyes, with a normal expression, but his heart was beating wildly: "Somewhat is ostentatious."

The unconscious conversation made the other two confused.

"What cat? Brother Si, aren't you allergic to cat hair?"

He smiled deeply and squeezed out a urging between his teeth: "What's the matter with you? Why don't you buy paper money?"

Jiang Zhao always listened to him, so he obediently entered the convenience store and gave the man next to him a look.

Duan Chi understood it and followed.

At the narrow entrance of the shop, only Chen Si and Jiang Zhiyu were left.

"Shen..."

As soon as Jiang Zhiyu moved his lips, he saw that he was still slutty and stuffed the cigarette in his mouth casually on his ears, put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her face:

"It's snowy and ice, hurry up and go home."

Jiang Zhiyu's hands and feet were very stiff. When he pushed this, he almost fell down, and the things in his hand fell to the ground.

Chen Si hooked her wide coat, but his eyes fell on the instant noodles that were rolling out a few steps away. He tickled and said unhappy:

"Aren't you very good at doing business, just eating this thing?"

Jiang Zhiyu's hand was still on his arm, and the touch of the high-quality wool coat made her mind a little fluttered:

"What do you buy paper money for?"

The donkey's head is wrong.

Chen Si lifted her to the side, opened the car door, stuffed her in, and sat in it himself, opening the warm air:

"What can I do? Of course it was burned to the dead."

It was still a carefree tone, but Jiang Zhiyu heard a different taste in it.

That is what he shouldn't have—

lonely.

Without saying anything, Jiang Zhiyu moved back to Wen's feet, watching Jiang Zhao carry a bunch of various kinds of money out of the convenience store, followed by Duan Chi holding a bottle of soy sauce.

"It's time for me to go back."

Jiang Zhiyu pushed open the car door, but was pulled from behind. Then, a bunch of messy snacks hit her.

"Go back and look for it, are there any lollipops in it."

Chen Si narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand and tapped her somewhat stunned head:

"Call yourself well, have fun after the holidays."

"What else?" she came back to her senses.

Chen Si raised an eyebrow at her: "I'm still waiting to charge my agency fee, so--"

"A little girl who studies hard and thinks about random things."

-

The familiar car disappeared into the mist again, and the touch on the forehead just now seemed like a dream.

A dream that seems to be realized as long as she wants.

Only a bunch of snacks in my arms witnessed the reality just now.

Jiang Zhiyu suppressed the slight movement in his heart and lowered his head to pick up two boxes of instant noodles on the ground.

Duan Chi took her first step and hung the instant noodles bag on her fingertips:

"Did he always run here for you?"

He had already exposed his true heart in front of Duan Chi. Jiang Zhiyu never deliberately covered it up again. He only looked at the long street in front of him, and his heart was filled with a deep expression and shook his head gently:

"no."
Chapter completed!