It’s heartbreaking
Qiao Yuan patted her back clumsily, letting all her hot tears flow in his arms, waiting for her voice to fade and holding her shoulders straight.
"Look," he looked at her funny and naively, "her eyes are swollen like rabbits."
He raised his hand to help her wipe her tears. He was patient and gentle. Jiang Jiang didn’t feel right. He couldn’t speak with his lips pressed.
"I’ll take you for fun." Qiao Yuan turned to look at her and grabbed her wrist and ran away directly.
"I’m not going" Jiang Jiang looked stiff. "I’ll go home first."
"You can’t go back anywhere like this." Qiao Yuan grabbed her arm and put the motorcycle neatly, but he didn’t wait until Jiang Jiang refused to buckle his hat on her head and start it directly.
He was a good cyclist, and in a few minutes he jumped out of the lane and drove out of the wide street.
In July, the sun is hot and white.
Jiang Jiang was in front, and the sun and the wind came face to face so fast that she could hardly open her eyes and hear the harsh whistle and whistling wind.
And Qiao Yuan’s cheeks are breathing.
She came slowly and quietly.
Zhao Xia took her into Dongxinzhuang for ten years, when she was eleven, she met Qiao Yuan.
He was seventeen at that time.
At the age of seventeen, he wore a baseball cap, smoked, drank and fought, and used to squint at people, which was dangerous and frivolous.
She hates him very much, but Zhao Xia is her weakness.
He protected Zhao Xia and her mother and daughter in Dongxinzhuang, and they were much better. Gradually, they also tended to ease.
Everyone who knows her until now knows that she regards her as his possessions.
They know each other well, never especially after she bit him, and they have kept a distance and boundary tacitly.
Qiao Yuan always irritates her. She appreciates him and is wary of him. It is very complicated.
Jiang Jiang can clearly hear the speed of motorcycles with his body half bowed and his eyes closed, like a cheetah walking through the city quickly and vigorously.
With ease, but with frightening speed and passion
"Girl’s eyes open" suddenly came to Qiao Yuan’s ear. Jiang Jiang consciously opened his eyes. When the motorcycle "Hula" jumped from the viaduct, the cars on both sides honked one after another. Jiang Jiang’s hat was blown out by the wind.
Qiao Yuan low laugh palm will press her head to slow down slowly.
Pushed the motorcycle onto the sidewalk.
The pedestrians on the bridge are as small as ants. Jiang Jiang is holding the railing and looking at it. The grievances in his heart suddenly disappear and disappear.
"I lost my hat." Qiao Yuan raised her hand and rubbed her hair more disorderly. "You have to pay me one."
He looks younger and more handsome without a hat, and his eyes look particularly beautiful without eyebrows. It is the kind that looks romantic and handsome and particularly attractive.
Jiang Jiang bowed his head and looked wrong. "I’ll buy one for you sometime another day."
"Cheng" Joe is far away, "I remember"
"Thank you," Jiang Jiang finally breathed a sigh of relief and raised a shallow smile on his lips.
Qiao Yuan stared at her pear vortex for a long time and whispered, "Are you having a bad time at Jiang’s house?"
Jiang Jiang didn’t speak
Qiao Yuan slightly wanted to think, stretch hand to buckle her shoulder to pull over and look at her eyes, "don’t go back? If you don’t have a good time here, I will take you away. "
His look and tone are rare. Jiang Jiang paused for a second and listened to him continue, "Go anywhere. I’ll take you wherever you want. Don’t you like deserts, seas and ancient towns? I can accompany you wherever you go. You see, I can ride a bike and have money to protect you. "