Chapter 25 Traceback

At around five o'clock, Qingzhi woke up.

She slept in the man's arms and slept in his arms. The two were so close that there was no gap or diaphragm.

She listened to his shallow breathing, carefully stretched out her fingers, and outlined his outline at a distance.

The indescribable warmth settled down, filling her heart with heavy weight.

He was once a star of the Milky Way billions of light years away, and it was attractive to her. She stared at him from afar, thanking for the little comfort he brought to her.

Perhaps she had many magnificent imaginations about him, but she dared not ask for them.

I dare not ask for such a towering mountain to bend down and fall into the mortal world, even if she is full of expectations.

And he fell down like this, embracing her in his arms.

She lost her mind and responded regardless.

Last night, the two of them had a hot skin relationship.

She thought about the details and her face became unconsciously hot. For such a transition, she needed to digest and ruminate.

While he was thinking about it, the man woke up, opened his eyes, and raised his hand to catch her hand that touched his face because he was distracted.

The balcony is extremely quiet, and flowers are growing and blooming quietly. The air in the early morning is particularly fresh and a comfortable atmosphere is floating.

The green branches were nestled in his arms, and the two of them were entangled in all their limbs, like a conjoined baby. The closer they were to be.

Why did you wake up?He spoke slowly.

Qingzhi rubbed his chest embarrassedly, unable to sleep.

The unreal feeling was like a dream, like a meteorite hitting the planet, and the explosion had many effects on her mood.

Sleep for a while.Jiang Mianzhong raised his hand and gently stroked her hair in the darkness. Do you have morning self-study today?

Qingzhi shook her head.

It happened to be not today.

Sleep more.Jiang Mianzhong kissed her forehead and asked her, do you have time on Saturday?

Qingzhi wanted to answer that something happened, but suddenly she thought of Song Huaichen's home visit and had to accompany Guan Yiren: I have to deal with work during the day. If it goes well, I should be free at night. What's wrong?

nothing.Jiang Mianzhong was silent for a while, hugged her tighter, and asked her, what should I do?

Qingzhi leaned against his arms: There was a student in the class who was disobedient. We went to visit our homes and took this opportunity to chat with our parents to learn more about their children's living environment. We worked with our parents to do ideological work for our children, hoping to correct his behavioral habits.

He comforted: You are also a child, and you work overtime on weekends, thank you for your hard work.

It’s not hard, but work is inevitable.Qingzhi raised her chin to look at him and said coquettishly: Brother Mianzhong, I am 25 years old, not a child.

Jiang Mianzhong rubbed her breasts without a single stroke and smiled: I always feel that you are still young, and you grow up in the blink of an eye.

A half of the red glow spread on the green branch's face instantly.

Who would do such a thing to children?

She moved in his arms: You are not young, you are only five years older than me.

Jiang Mianzhong didn't think so.

In fact, in his concept, Qingzhi has always been a little girl who needs care.

At first, the care was due to neighborhood relations and mentor’s instructions.Later, some unexplained feelings emerged from the bottom of my heart.

In his impression, she was still the little girl who loved to shed tears, was watery, fragile, and fragile, but also gentle and firm.

When the Jiang family moved to Nancheng to settle down, they met her, he was ten years old and she was only five years old.

It was early winter, she was wearing a pink down jacket and snow boots, and a little snowman was building downstairs.

Seeing the moving truck coming from afar, she held the little snowball that had just rolled, and watched curiously.

She hesitated for a long time until she saw him get out of the car, and then plucked up the courage, bent down a little shyly and placed the snowball carefully on the snow beside the flower bed, moved over in small steps, and asked in a soft voice: ...Dad said that there will be guests here today, are you the new neighbor living next to our house?

Ten-year-old Jiang Mianzhong lowered his eyes and looked at the almost tightly wrapped little dot.

The little girl's tender cheeks were exposed outside the scarf, and her cheeks were flushed with a cool breeze. She raised her small chin and asked in a warm voice: What's your name?

Jiang Mianzhong.

Brother Mian Zhong... The little girl with pink and jade carving eyes was dark and she introduced herself softly: My name is Fu Qingzhi, "Qingqingzijin, my heart is full of green", "The red apricot branches are full of spring".

Fu Qingzhi.Jiang Mianzhong looked at her blushing face deeply and recited her name silently.

What a poetic name.He thought.

This is the first time we met.

Later, he was in the third grade of junior high school and she was in the fourth grade of elementary school.

In high school, he studied boarding at Nancheng No. 1 Middle School. In the year of the college entrance examination, she had just entered the first year of the affiliated high school.

He was admitted to a prestigious university in northern cities. In June of the following year, she took the high school entrance examination.

He graduated from university and returned to City A to work. In the year he bought a house, she was admitted to a normal university in a neighboring city and went to another place to start a new life.

They no longer seem to have too much intersection between the time difference and space difference, and become familiar strangers.

However, fate is really wonderful. At a clever point in time, the intervention of the third person once again led them together in a new posture.