Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

Chapter 37: Big Brother Throwing Guoying Che Comes to Pay You...

The brothel incident was safe and sound, but Qiao Yue felt that something was getting worse these two days.

It's okay during the day, but when he fell asleep at night, the scene of He Zhiyang wearing gauze and drinking wine vaguely appeared in front of his eyes.

In the dream, the fragrance is ethereal, the juvenile jade hairpin is lightly held, the skin and flesh covered only by gauze are faintly visible in the candlelight, attracting people to explore like a frightened bird.

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Qiao Yue took two steps closer, knowing that this was a dream, but his heart was pounding. He stretched out his hand, only to realize that he was holding He Zhiyang's ankle!

The young man's flesh is as delicate and firm as the day of the Cuju competition, his stubborn temper makes people grit his teeth, his ankles are small and fair, just...just so that he can be held in his palm.

Along the ankle all the way up, is the boy's long and thin legs and...

No, no, look up again, isn't he like a disciple?What's more, He Zhiyang and himself are both men...

Qiao Yue concentrated his mind and forcefully forced himself to wake up from the dream.

In the middle of the night, there was a wind howling outside the window, bit by bit, blowing through the boy's mind.

The star-like sparks in Qiao Yue's eyes gradually dimmed.

He lifted the quilt to take a look, smiled and shook his head.

It didn't matter, he was just haunted by nightmares.

Taking advantage of the extinction of love at this time, Qiao Yueli got off the bed, lit up the candle, took out He Zhiyang's love letter from the drawer, and prepared to burn it clean without leaving any future troubles.

The flames flickered with the direction of the wind, and Qiao Yue seemed to see He Zhiyang's smiling face again.

The palm of the hand holding the love letter was hard, and the letter paper was creased a few times.

Obviously there is no love/desire at this time, but still reluctant to turn these light letters into ashes.

It's just a few letters, why does it involve the sourness in my heart.

This kind of affection is reluctance and bondage, right?

Qiao Yue shook his head in disbelief, how long has it been since his heart ached?

Since his mother committed suicide, Qiao's family fell into the mud, and he struggled to make a way covered in mud. He has long been used to watching the world indifferently.

But the young man's every move gradually turned into faint thoughts and obsessions, buried in his heart when he was not on guard, and quietly took root.

Qiao Yue stopped reaching for the candlelight, and then gently pressed the letter into the drawer.

After the cuju match ended, He Zhiyang's reputation became more and more famous. As he walked through the streets and alleys of the capital, he could hear discussions from different people everywhere.

"The youngest son of Ren Anbo's family is capable of literature and martial arts, and his future is limitless."

"That's right, she's also handsome and lovely. I heard that there is no one yet, and it's time to say goodbye..."

The ethos of the capital is open-minded, and the women are not too restrained. There are even many couples who secretly communicated with their parents.

He Zhiyang's appearance during Cuju aroused the enthusiasm of many girls in the capital.

One day on the way to school, He Zhiyang dozed off in the car as usual, when suddenly the car curtain moved, and a round and sweet honeydew melon was thrown in from the car window.

He Zhiyang rubbed his eyes and leaned over to pick it up, and raised the car curtain suspiciously.

Outside the car window, many girls with hoods followed one after another, or they rode sideways on donkeys, or walked with their skirts on. When they saw He Zhiyang lift the curtain, they all covered their lips and chuckled.

A gentle smile overflowed from the corner of He Zhiyang's lips, and he asked with a smile, "Is it the fruit that the girl gave me?"

The woman next to his carriage smiled and nodded.

He Zhiyang looked at her with bright eyes, wiped the cantaloupe with his shirt, and he didn't think it was pickled, so he just bit his teeth and ate it.

Seeing his actions like this, those women couldn't care less about being reserved, not only those with fruits threw them into the car one after another, even the ones who didn't have fruits in their hands also bought fruits in the adjacent alley and threw them over for fun.

All kinds of sweet and sweet melons and fruits came like a rain of flowers, He Zhiyang was in high spirits, and he didn't avoid it, he leaned half of his body out of the car window, and stretched out his arms to pick it up with a smile on his face.

Lychees, melons, some fell on the ground, some fell in the car, if some happened to be picked up by He Zhiyang, good-natured laughter would immediately resound from the surroundings.

The girl throwing fruit also blushed in the laughter.

The boy is suave, but the girl is more charming.

Laughter and frolicking made the frozen capital more spring-like.

During the excitement, an arrow suddenly pierced through the wind, grazed the skirts of everyone, and shot through the fruit contaminated by the young girl Qi Nian with a burst of hostility.

Everyone exclaimed, the arrow body was covered with fruit, and fell heavily to the ground.

The atmosphere also sank, and everyone who had recovered their senses was chattering, and began to frown and look for the person who was disturbing the scenery.

Qiao Yue sat upright on Shenjun's black horse, rode forward with a quiver on his back, and the Jianjia buckled on his shoulders was shining brightly under the sun: "Groups are not allowed in the capital, and throwing flowers and fruits is even more forbidden. You don't know Is it?"

He Zhiyang poked his head out of the car window: "Qiao Yue!?"

It's that good neighbor Qiao Yue who went out to find him, and even took over a Zhuangzi from his family!

Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows: "Brother Yang has a lot of battles, do you want to get married or go to school?"

He Zhiyang recalled the past, frowned and said with a sneer: "Do you think that other people are like you, thinking about lifelong things all day long?"

Don't think he doesn't know, some people are serious in the open, but secretly signed up for honorable blind dates.

Qiao Yue's heart trembled for no reason, he couldn't help but look at him, and pondered: "You know what I'm thinking?"

He himself keeps cutting and straightening things out.

He Zhiyang glanced at him: "Your thoughts are almost written on your face."

Why did Qiao Yue act so urgently?

Aren't you afraid that you will steal his limelight?Will you overwhelm him when you get married with your daughter next year?

Qiao Yue was the age at which he was talking about getting married, and it seemed that he had never heard of any woman interested in him.

Seeing myself swaggering through the market, it is inevitable that I will be jealous.

Qiao Yue took a deep look at him: "I happen to be going to school too, Brother Yang, shall we go together?"

After finishing speaking, he rode his horse and drove to He Zhiyang's car window.

Seeing Jin Yiwei approaching, the people around him quickly disappeared for fear of getting into trouble.

He Zhiyang looked at the mess on the ground, raised his head and said: "You ride a horse and I ride a car, which drags you down, so you don't have to go with me?"

He had just been in the limelight for three seconds, it was really time for Qiao Yue to show up!Once together, who can get half a step closer to his car?

"Let's go." Qiao Yue patted his horse's buttocks and walked behind the car: "You just had an accident a few days ago, I will protect you all the way."

He Zhiyang paused, and had no choice but to pull down the curtain.

His brother placed someone to take care of him, and Qiao Yue came to personally escort him.

He is a big man, does he need these?

Besides, Qiao Yue's name was an escort, which was comparable to an escort.

He rode his horse to follow, as if clearing the road, not to mention the girl, even the 80-[-]-year-old uncle with handicapped legs galloped into the house at a speed of [-] meters.

Suddenly the audience disappeared, and He Zhiyang gritted his teeth in the car, moaning and eating melons.

"Sweet, this melon is so sweet!"

"The lychee is pretty good, I don't know which girl gave it to me? If you have a heart, you have a heart!"

"Unfortunately, this melon is about to be eaten."

He Zhiyang knew that Qiao Yue was outside the car, so he intentionally crazily exported and greedy him desperately.

Qiao Yue shook his head and laughed, and followed the carriage all the way to the Imperial College, where the carriage stopped, and He Zhiyang walked down with puffed cheeks, and scrunched his neck and gave Qiao Yue a look.

In the past, Qiao Yue didn't care about it, but now his heart sank.

He Zhiyang is a person who does not hide his emotions.

So Qiao Yue could see that the little fox was unhappy again.

I don't want to walk with him, or even follow him by my side.

Seems to be angry with him?

Thoughts flashed through Qiao Yue's mind, and suddenly his thoughts wandered, remembering that He Zhiyang had just said in the car that there was no melon to eat.

He drove away those Yingying and Yanyan by himself, not to mention, the melons and fruits that He Zhiyang got naturally decreased a lot.

Seeing that he didn't enjoy eating just now, he must be unhappy in his heart.

Qiao Yue thought for a while, quickly searched out the silver taels he was carrying, and handed them all over.

With question marks on He Zhiyang's face, he said angrily, "What do you mean?"

"Buy some of your favorite food." Qiao Yue couldn't help looking at He Zhiyang's face that was covered in powder from the cold, and his tongue suddenly became knotted: "... just now, go and buy more melons and fruits."

He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows.

What's the meaning?Buy him a smile?

Jin Yiwei insulted him with money?Or are you apologizing for what happened just now?

He Zhiyang was very upset, decided to speak clearly, stood firm and said: "Brother Yue, those fruit throwing is only fun, there is a fruit throwing cart in ancient times, my young master is loved by girls, so I am naturally happy!"

He Zhiyang snorted coldly: "As for these banknotes, you should take them back. I'm not joking, and I'm not as thorough as you. We can put profit first in everything... Farewell!"

Qiao Yue watched He Zhiyang go further and further.

He seems to have said something wrong?

Walking to Jinyi Official School, Qiao Yue still couldn't help recalling what He Zhiyang said in his mind.

Thinking about it, He Zhiyang didn't care about a few fruits and dates, but the fun of throwing.

After all, in the history books and customs, throwing flowers and fruits has the meaning of love and admiration, so it's really rude for him to hand over the money directly to He Zhiyang for a while.

No wonder people are angry.

Since what he cared about was the fun of throwing...Qiao Yue raised his eyes, and suddenly a bold thought came to him, why couldn't he throw fruit for He Zhiyang?

He is very skilled, as long as a piece of He Zhiyang's clothes appears in his sight, he will never let He Zhiyang catch him.

He is a majestic Jinyiwei, and he is much more stable than those women who are throwing and throwing wildly and have no accuracy.

He Zhiyang must be extremely happy after his steady connection.

Thinking of He Zhiyang's smiling face because of this, Qiao Yue's always cold lips turned up slightly involuntarily, and he was gearing up for it.

Just when he was about to buy melons and fruits, he felt that the idea was too ridiculous. Qiao Yue took back his steps, but the thought seemed to take root, and it repeated in his mind over and over again.

Qiao Yue turned his hands behind his back for a while, no longer hesitated, and went out to buy some fruit hastily. With a sweep of his body, he landed on the wall of the two schools lightly and vigorously.

Unexpectedly, the cold wind whizzed past, the fence was unobstructed, the wind cut his cheeks, his fingers were too cold to bend and stretch for a moment, Qiao Yue ignored these, and looked at He Zhiyang's figure from the Imperial College.

He bought a lot of melons and fruits, which must be enough to vote for He Zhiyang for a while.

After waiting for a while, the Imperial College bell rang, and everyone walked out of the classroom. Qiao Yue's eyes lit up suddenly, and he spotted the little fox who was angry with him at a glance.

"Brother Yang, look here!"

When He Zhiyang heard the sound, he raised his eyes and looked towards the wall in doubt. Qiao Yue bent his knees and squatted halfway at the end of the sky, with long eyebrows in his temples and a heroic spirit, like a little leopard squatting on its prey.

"Didn't I just owe you a few melons? My brother will come and pay you back." The cold wind howled, but Qiao Yue felt his ears burning. He took out the fruit and weighed it in his hand and said, "Brother will let you have a good time today." .”

As soon as the words fell, Qiao Yue moved his arm slightly, picked up the melon and threw it in He Zhiyang's direction.

He Zhiyang raised his hand to catch it firmly, raised his eyebrows and put it in his skirt.

"I washed it clean, so I can eat it." Qiao Yue raised his lips and said, "Try it."

By accident, He Zhiyang looked away from Qiao Yue, and took a big bite of the fruit.

The sweet fruity aroma melts in the tongue and penetrates into the bottom of my heart.

Did Qiao Yue actually buy melons and fruits to apologize to him?

Qiao Yue was so arrogant that he was willing to lose face in the cold weather?

It seems that his Cuju game really convinced him?

The corners of Qiao Yue's lips rose, and he picked up the melons one by one and threw them steadily.

Seeing the persimmon thrown from his palm, He Zhiyang caught it tightly again.

Such a simple little action, but he wanted to repeat it all day long.

The wind on the top of the wall made his face hurt like a knife, Qiao Yue didn't expect to change to another place to avoid the limelight, he was only worried that the boy under the wall would find an excuse to run away in the next moment.

Fortunately, although He Zhiyang didn't say a word, he was extremely cooperative.

The two enjoyed throwing and catching, not long after, He Zhiyang's pocketed skirt was full of fruits, he just squatted down and put them all on the ground, and started playing again.

Qiao Yue had already thrown all the fruit that Qiao Yue brought over. He stood on the wall and picked off the round persimmons, throwing them over with great enjoyment.

Li Ji calculated that the next hour would be mathematics class, and was about to climb over the wall and sneak up first. Just as he walked to the wall and took a look from a distance, his eyes turned red immediately, and he even forgot that he was going to skip class!

Looking at the unimaginable scene in front of him, his throat became thick and his hands trembled with anger!

Jin Yiwei is so bold!Hit Brother Yang with a persimmon! ?

Brother Yang...Brother Yang stood there completely still, allowing Jin Yiwei to smash him?

How did this happen?

How could he let Brother Yang be wronged?

Li Ji rushed into the classroom like a whirlwind, and roared with grief and indignation: "Brother Yang... Brother Yang was bullied by Jin Yiwei!"

For a moment, everyone in the Imperial College looked at him together: "Be clear, who bullied brother Yang?"

"Jin Yiwei!" Li Ji was panting, recalling the scene just now, he clenched his fists angrily: "Jin Yiwei is at the wall, hitting brother Yang with fruit!"

The voice just fell.

Bang—the sound of a bench falling heavily came from the classroom.

Huo Yao was so aggressive that he kicked over the chair, picked up the inkstone and ran out of the classroom.