President Ba’s Little Rose

An inexplicable emotion surged from the bottom of Shen Xizhi's heart.

It seems that I drank some wine, my head was a little dizzy, my mouth was very painful when I was bitten, but my eyes started to panic acid.

She secretly thought in her heart that she really likes this person.

I like it, so many disappointments, but because of his words, I will be full of hope again.

Qiao Zong accompanied her for a long time at school, halfway through he went to the small supermarket to buy a bottle of the same drink as Lu Ningsheng, unscrewed the bottle cap and gave it to Shen Xizhi.

Shen Xizhi actually couldn't drink it anymore, but under Qiao Zong's gaze, she still patiently took a sip.

The two passed by the playground. There were boys playing football in the middle of the playground. A ball flew over from the middle and hit the edge of the plastic track.

The boy who kicked the ball was urged by his companions to pick it up.

Qiao Zong gave Shen Xizhi the bottle cap in his hand, trot a few steps, and kicked the ball towards the court.

The football drew a parabola in the air and finally landed at the feet of the boy who was about to run over.

The boy waved to Joe, with a loud voice: "Thank you brother!"

In the sun, Qiao raised his lips, his smile seemed dizzy.

Shen Xizhi tilted her head, watching him smile, for a moment, she looked a little dumbfounded.

Qiao Zong seldom laughs like this. When he laughs, he always makes people feel too gentle and cold, and occasionally gives people a feeling of cynicalism. However, the smile at this moment is like a teenager.

She suddenly remembered what Qiao Zong said, "You don't know it."

She didn't know Qiao Zong's past twenty-eight years, or how Qiao Zong dragged a sickly body since he was young. I didn't even think about how this man felt when he knew he was destined to be short-lived.

She didn't even think about it. Maybe Qiao Zong didn't love her, but loved her too deeply.

Shen Xizhi tightened the cap of the drink bottle, carried it with his left hand, and walked over.

She reached out and grabbed Qiao Zong's sleeve with her right hand.

"What's the matter?" Qiao looked sideways and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Shen Xizhi lowered her head in silence, pinching the corner of his cuff with **** and dangling.

Qiao Zong looked funny, and gently twitched the corners of his mouth: "Zhizhi?"

The little girl still didn't speak.

"Are you upset?" Qiao Zong bent over to see her expression, and Shen Xizhi turned away her face, not letting him look.

Qiao Zong sighed, feeling helpless: "What's the matter? I was kissed by my elder brother, and feel hurt?"

Shen Xizhi shook her head silently.

Qiao Zong was not afraid of her being angry or crying, just that she would say nothing, just so quiet. I can't feel the emotions, as if I can leave him in the next second.

Qiao Zong raised his hand to remove the hair on the side of her face, held her face with one hand, raised it, and stared at the little girl's face for a while, but didn't see anything abnormal.

He said, "Tell me, what's wrong?"

Shen Xizhi still shook her head. She knocked off Qiao Zong's hand, turned her head away, and said nothing. She just pulled Qiao Zong's sleeve and pulled him for a walk around the plastic track.

Qiao Zong's brows kept frowning and never calmed down.

Walking to the edge of the stands, Shen Xizhi said, "Qiao Zong, tell me about your childhood."

This was the first sentence she said to him.

When Qiao Zong heard the words, he looked down and thought for a while. Then he said: "When I was a kid? It's boring, you don't necessarily want to know."

Shen Xizhi looked at him and said persistently, "You can tell me something."

Qiao's eyelashes trembled, his fingers curled up, and he responded, "Yeah."

He said: "When I was a kid, when I was just born, I was thin and small. The doctor said I might not survive, so my parents should be prepared. But I still survived."

"Let's go sit in the stands, sit and talk for a while." Shen Xizhi loosened his sleeve fingers and walked to the stands on his own.

She sat on the third step, hugged her knees, put her chin on her arm, looked at the boys playing under the stage, and asked Qiao Zong: "What else?"

Qiao flexed his legs and sat beside her, "Because of my poor health, my parents and sisters gave me a favor and treated me very well." He paused and said, "I have a very happy life."

"That's it." Shen Xizhi curled her lips, obviously not convinced. Turning his head and propping his head with one hand, he asked: "No one bullies you because you are in poor health? Are you in poor health, can't play ball, can't exercise vigorously, don't boys laugh at you?"

The past that he deliberately concealed was so lightly spoken by Shen Xizhi.

Qiao Zong felt embarrassed.

It was as if the bullying he had received when he was young because of his weakness rushed up again. Someone really bullied him, and some actually laughed at him, and even some little boys deliberately made him foolish because they were too young and ignorant.

He didn't hide it, nodded lightly, and said, "Yes."

Shen Xizhi touched the tip of her tongue to her lower cheek, with a very indifferent expression, snorted and laughed, "Is it so miserable?"

Her plain reaction was like a knife, stabs Qiao Zong's heart with one knife at a time. Call him bloody. She was still smiling on her face and slowly said, "It's okay when I grow up. No one will bully me like that."

Shen Xizhi approached him and asked, "Can you play football?"

Qiao Zong: "Yes."

Shen Xizhi: "Then why don't my brother and Qi Nian call you when they play football?"

Qiao Zong: "Can't play for too long."

Shen Xizhi said, "Then you are so weak."

Qiao Zong smiled bitterly, shaking his head while laughing, his expression seemed to be crying, but he still smiled: "Heart disease, weak body, nothing can be done."

Shen Xizhi blinked, her black eyeballs rolled around, and she suddenly came to Qiao Zong's ears, lowered her voice, and exhaled like orchids: "Brother, how long can you last in your situation and doing that kind of thing? ?"

Qiao Zong didn't answer, just looked at her fixedly.

The girl in front of her threw his emotions up and down like a fairy, but she didn't seem to be responsible.

Shen Xizhi also stared at him without fear, and even fiddled with the bangs in front of her forehead.

"I haven't tried it." Qiao Zong said.

Shen Xizhi stretched out his hand and touched his face, "But I want to try it."

Qiao Zong's breathing stopped for a moment.

The goblin-like girl patted him on the head, with a smile in her eyes, "Mr. Joe, I want to try, in your situation, how long can you last for that kind of thing."

Joe swallowed.

Shen Xizhi's eyes curled up with a smile: "Can I try it?"

At the end of the day, Qiao Zong did not give an answer.

After Shen Xizhi returned to the dormitory, she secretly smiled for a long time. She felt as if she was one step closer to Qiao Zong's world, and she could understand Qiao Zong.

I don’t know if this feeling is her illusion, however, she confirmed a fact—

Qiao Zong, nine out of ten, really loves her.

In the next half month, I would often see Qiao Zong.

Sometimes it was at the door of the dormitory, sometimes it was the teaching building after school, and sometimes I met him in the cafeteria.

Shen Xizhi knew that it was not a coincidence that Qiao Zong's family was not in Lishi, and it was probably because of her that Qiao Zong's family stayed here.

When they met, she just got along with Joe like a little sister next door, and didn't mention what happened that day.

She didn't take a step beyond Lei Chi, she was waiting, waiting for Qiao Zong to help herself. Qiao Zong's patience was much better than her. She couldn't help it several times, but Qiao Zong was still calm.

Like a good hunter, waiting for the prey to fall into the trap.

One day in early December, Qiao Zong appeared at the door of her dormitory.

Shen Xizhi's roommates were accustomed to it, Su Qiang pushed her shoulders ambiguously, and said, "Xizhi's suitor is here again."

"Don't go there soon!" Liu Lilu said.

Shen Xizhi pretended to hold the textbook in his arms tightly, and said, "I have to put the book on first."

Zheng Peipei snatched it over and urged: "Go to fall in love, and we will put the book up for you."

Feeling dumbfounded by the enthusiasm of his roommate, Shen Xizhi straightened his hair and walked over.

Qiao Zong wears a particularly youthful look today, with a brown jacket, blue jeans and a pair of white sneakers on his feet. Looks like a youthful college student.

Shen Xizhi greeted him: "Brother Qiao Zong, you are here."

"Take you to a place." Qiao Zong said warmly: "There is no class in the afternoon, right?"

Shen Xizhi rolled her eyes in her heart.

Silently complaining, this old man didn't know her timetable, but also asked knowingly.

She patiently said, "No."

Qiao Zong nodded, she took a step forward, and Shen Xizhi followed him slowly, not in a hurry to join him.

She probably guessed the man's temper.

It's not a good thing anyway.

However, it doesn't matter if it's not a good thing.

She likes it.

Qiao Zong stopped in front of a bicycle, he sat on it, supported the body with one foot, raised his chin towards Shen Xizhi, and pointed to the back seat: "Sit up."

"What?!" Shen Xizhi frowned.

She did not expect that Qiao Zong did not drive here today, but instead rode a bicycle.

"Come up." Qiao Zong raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Don't be afraid, right? Don't worry, my brother is very good at driving skills."

Shen Xizhi was not afraid, she let out a sigh and sat on the back seat of the bicycle. She put the bag on her shoulder on her lap, adjusted her expression, and said, "Let's go."

Qiao Zong dangling across the boulevard on his bicycle, but stopped at the corner. He said: "I always feel something is wrong."

Shen Xizhi grasped the pole of the seat with one hand, and answered, "What's wrong?"

"On the waist." Qiao Zong said, "No one is holding it, it's a bit empty."

Shen Xizhi: "..."

Shen Xizhi took a deep breath and said calmly: "Just ride like this."

Qiao Zong twisted his neck, glanced back, and joked: "Holding brother's waist, don't you suffer so much, little girl."

Shen Xizhi lowered her head and curled her lips quietly.

Qiao Zong and Shen Qing are the same generation. She knows that men at this age will no longer ride bicycles.

Bicycles always seem to have a sense of campus.

Shen Qingyi always drove his assistant everywhere, and he rarely drove by himself. Qiao Zong must be the same.

But this man rode a bicycle for her.

There was a secret joy in Shen Xizhi's heart. She pretended to be reluctant, stretched out her two hands, and grabbed the fabric on Qiao Zong's waist.

"Is this all right?"

She asked deliberately.

Qiao Zong supported the armrest with one hand, his foot firmly supported on the ground, and the other hand pulled her hand over. Both hands were pulled by the man in the opposite direction, and Shen Xizhi leaned forward, pressing his chest against the man's back.

Qiao Zong folded her two hands on his abdomen and patted the back of her hand: "Will you hug someone? Be careful of falling."