The school bully I raised is blackened

Chapter 12

Several years later, someone asked Qiao Beiran how he and someone like Yang Qinzhou got together.The first thing that Qiao Beiran thinks of is today—pretentious bickering, scrambling, and "Welcome to join".

The hot meals have been neatly stacked on the table, three dishes and one soup, mostly meat dishes.Qiao Beiran shamelessly picked up two fingers, picked a spiky rib, and dragged it to the kitchen while chewing.

"Grandma, the ribs are good today! On behalf of the people, I will give you a small reward."

"I didn't even eat Xiaozhou, and you're practicing your two-finger meditation again, brat." The old lady poked Qiao Beiran's arm with her chopsticks, but her eyes were shining brightly. She obviously had some small expectations for the small reward, "What reward?" ah?"

"Hey—reward me to help you serve the rice, and Yang Qinzhou will help you wash the dishes!"

"...I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense!"

With two bowls of rice in hand, Qiao Beiran followed behind the old lady and made a fuss, saying good things one after another, which made the old lady giggle all the way.

"Boy, you don't wash the dishes when you cook, and you don't cook when you wash the dishes," Qiao Beiran put a bowl of rice in front of Yang Qinzhou, pretending to be deep, "You are so old, you know the truth, right?"

Yang Qinzhou estimated the old lady, said silently in his heart without saying a word: Teaching you a chapter of mathematics is more difficult for me than cooking ten meals, okay!

It's a pity that Qiao Beiran obviously couldn't hear the complaints in people's hearts. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the old lady's staring gaze, and then took a piece of ribs and pressed them into Yang Qinzhou's rice: "Nah, don't say Dad.....Uncle doesn't take care of you ah."

"Stinky boy!" The old lady laughed and cursed, afraid that Yang Qinzhou would be embarrassed, so she hurriedly put vegetables into his bowl, "I stuffed the fish in earthen jars, Beibei has loved it since he was a child, you should try it quickly."

"Grandma, you can eat too, I will take the vegetables myself."

Qiao Beiran has always been able to eat, and at the age of "half a child, I can't eat my father". The meals prepared by the old lady are full.It's a pity that she obviously underestimated Yang Qinzhou's appetite today...

"This... Xiaozhou is not full, right?" The old lady looked at Cen Guangwaliang's empty plate, both dull and apologetic, "Why don't grandma cook you some more noodles? It will be soon."

Yang Qinzhou blushed a little, and quickly grabbed the old lady: "I'm full, I'm full, I... I haven't eaten home-cooked food for a long time, I'm really full."

"Really?" The old lady didn't quite believe it, and Yang Qinzhou obviously had an unfinished look.

"Really, grandma, I'll go home first."

"I want to run away after eating, you haven't washed the bowl yet!" Qiao Beiran stretched her waist before she was slapped by the old lady, "Hey, you are really my darling!"

"Don't go to give away the boat!"

Qiao Beiran rolled his eyes, trying to pretend he didn't hear.But he didn't want his mother to be determined, treating Yang Qinzhou as a selfless little teacher, pushing him and walking out the door.

"Sure, don't push me, I'm walking outside the door!" Qiao Beiran stood at the door, shivering with two fingers, and followed up, "Where is your house? Is it far away? "

"Just take me to the entrance of the alley. I will take the bus by myself."

There were no people on the Hutong road in the afternoon, and the two of them walked unhurriedly on the path pressed against the bluestone slabs.The old sweet-scented osmanthus tree on the side of the road has been soaked in a few autumn rains, and small orange flowers emerge.The faint fragrance of flowers blows across people's faces with the breeze, and they are unconsciously surprised-the summer vacation that comes with the scorching summer is over.

"Has it been confirmed?"

"Are you sure?" Yang Qinzhou looked over in surprise.

"That's right... I'll go to your class."

Qiao Beiran's voice was barely audible, and he kicked the cans lying on the bluestone board far away. The sound of "hula, hula" rolling on the ground disturbed the domestic dogs. Get lively.

The unrest around him calmed down Qiao Beiran's bouncing heart, and he returned to his usual indifference: "You were ordered to come here today, isn't it because Lao Luo asked you to do my ideological work! I'm afraid I'm emotional, why don't you come here?" Not going to class. In fact, the third year of high school is still the second year of high school, except for my brothers, I have never been afraid of it!"

"You have a good relationship?"

"That's right!" Qiao Beiran raised his head proudly, "I'm the only one who made the young one—Feng Zhao, people in Jianghu call him Xiao Feizhao! If you don't brag about anything else, just talk about endurance, you can't compare to him."

Yang Qinzhou raised his eyebrows, expressing his willingness to hear the details.

"He was greedy for food when he was a child. Of course, he can't eat delicious food now. When we were in preschool, my mother was busy with work and couldn't pick him up, so I walked with him. I met an old man walking his dog on the road. Walking back and talking, Feng Zhao was so greedy at that time!"

When Qiao Beiran talked about getting up, he turned around and watched Yang Qinzhou walking backwards.The gentle beam of light shone behind him, making this dancing half-year-old boy lose his usual arrogance and look softer for the first time.

Yang Qinzhou stared at him, followed the person in front of him involuntarily, and slowed down his pace.

"Did you know? He really followed the old man all the way, the taller puppy bared his teeth at him, and he was still asking people 'Grandpa, grandpa, what are you eating'. Hahaha... The old man probably never saw such a persistent child in his life, and he couldn't beat him, so he pointed at the puppy and said he was eating shit!"

Yang Qinzhou suddenly didn't really want to compete with others... so much stamina.

It's a pity that Qiao Beiran was still grinning, and said with a smile: "He came to look for me. I thought he was going home after eating. In the end, he actually asked me if I brought a napkin. He said, 'Mom said , the thing transferred to the ground is filthy. I'm going to wrap it in a napkin and eat'!"

There are always some people who tell jokes very strangely, no matter how others listen to them, they should laugh first anyway.Qiao Beiran clutched his stomach, couldn't help laughing, and didn't shake his conscience at all when he made a small embarrassment.

Yang Qinzhou recalled the photos he saw when he first entered the main room of Qiao's house.A five or six-year-old little monkey, half leaning and half leaning on the legs of two old people, bared its baby teeth and smirked at the camera.Obviously he has not experienced Qiao Beiran's past, but he seems to be able to foresee those ridiculous stories.

"What do you want to do in the future?" Yang Qinzhou suddenly wanted to know this question.

"Why do you ask this?" Qiao Beiran suppressed the smile on his face, and it was rare for him to continue without a tiger face, "I thought about it when I was a child, and I started to want to drive a tractor! It's the kind of special vehicle for pulling bricks. Kuangxiang. Hehe...I thought that thief was cool when I was young!"

"now what?"

"Now?" Qiao Beiran was silent for a while, stretched out his hands and hopped off a handful of leaves on the branch, "I think lawyers are very cool, they know all the short stories of parents, and after hearing too much, they don't think my family's affairs are a big deal gone."

After finishing speaking, while Yang Qinzhou was still deep in thought, he stuffed a handful of leaves from the opponent's collar and ran away happily.

"Qiao Menghua, tomorrow you will be finished!"

"Haha, my grandma won't be home tomorrow!"

Qiao Beiran made Yang Qinzhou unhappy, but he hopped all the way home. When he saw his hand pushing the door, he realized in a daze: "Tsk, what a guy, how can the back of his neck be so slippery..."

The author has something to say: [After n years, a small theater]

Reporter: Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, what is the reason for you and Mr. Joe Tractor Ski to be together?

Yang Qinzhou: Because...he's so pitiful!

The reporter looked confused: What do you mean?

Yang Qinzhou: Two, one is a cheater; the other is a cheater!