don't stick with me

Chapter 87

The first time Baby Wen Kuo met Jiang Peizhi was in Wen's small garden.

He was three years old at that time.

Baby Wen Kuo rode his pony around on the cobblestone road, and then saw the people in the small pavilion, looking at the beautiful uncle and the beautiful child in his arms with dark eyes.

He asked, "Who are you?"

The beautiful uncle put down the beautiful child, smiled at him and said, "I'm Uncle Cheng, don't Kuo Kuo remember me?"

Baby Wen Kuo blinked, and rode away on the pony.

He is going home to find his mother.

Lin Qingqing was preparing desserts and tea at home, when she saw her little Douding struggling to drag the pony down the steps, her face turned red.

Lin Qing smiled and said, "What's the matter with Kuo Kuo? Be in a hurry."

Baby Wen Kuo took a breath, put down the pony, and straightened his little hat.

"There is an uncle in the garden."

Lin Qingqing: "It's your Uncle Cheng, has Kukuo seen Uncle Cheng?"

Baby Wen Kuo nodded.

"Then have you seen Brother Jiang?"

Baby Wen Kuo put his hands in his pockets and thought for a while: "Press!"

Lin Qingqing put away the snacks, handed the plate to her auntie, and came out to pick up Xiaodouding.

"Then Kuo Kuo, would you like to play with Brother Jiang?"

Baby Wen Kuo nodded: "My brother and I rode a pony."

Lin Qingqing smiled and took her son to the small garden. At that time, Cheng Xingyi and his son were observing the flowers and plants. When he raised his eyes, he saw a baby wearing a goose yellow fisherman hat riding his pony.

The shoes on the little baby's feet were white and clean, and they flipped very fast, riding in front of them in a while.

"Uncle Cheng, can I ride a pony with Brother Jiang?"

Cheng Xingyi smiled and said, "Of course you can, your Brother Jiang is very willing."

Brother Jiang himself: "..."

He stood beside him with his hands behind his back, looking at the child who was as tender as a piece of tofu in front of him, feeling a little disgusted.

He didn't want to ride a pony. He thought this green pony was ugly, with eyes like grapes and a mouth like a roasted sweet potato. It didn't look like a horse at all.

The horses he had seen in the albums did not look like this at all.

Lin Qingqing: "Let's give the child some snacks first, try this walnut cake."

She put a piece in the hand of each of the two children. Her own little Douding was greedy and fed it into her mouth as soon as she got it. The child next to her was like a mature little adult, holding the snack in one hand and holding the other behind her back.

After watching it for a while, she chatted with Cheng Xingyi.

Lin Qingqing and Cheng Xingyi grew up together, they both lived in the old neighborhood of Huai City, the primary and secondary schools were in the same class, and they had a good relationship, even the time of marriage and childbirth were pretty much the same. people also have many similarities.

The Wen family and the Jiang family are both engaged in luxury goods, and they have cooperated in business a long time ago. If we really want to trace it back, the Jiang and Wen families can actually be regarded as family friends.

Therefore, after they got married, they walked around more than before.

On the other side, Baby Wen Kuo slapped his palms clean after eating his own walnut cake, and then rode a trotter to catch up with Brother Jiang who was walking far away.

He asked, "Why don't you eat?"

Jiang Peizhi: "I don't want to eat." In fact, he felt embarrassed to eat in front of others, and planned to go to a place where no one was around to eat.

Baby Wen Kuo: "If you don't want to eat it, can you give it to me? I want to eat it. The walnut cake made by my mother is delicious."

Jiang Pei walked faster without knowing whether to speak or not.

Baby Wen Kuo struggled to keep up, he grunted and said, "Really."

"Do you eat?"

Jiang Peizhi: "...don't eat."

"Then give it to me, Brother Jiang."

The baby's eyes are watery, like... like grapes.

Now Jiang Pei knows that the kid hasn't mastered too much vocabulary, and the round things are like grapes to him. The little baby looked longingly at the walnut cake in his hand. He struggled a bit, and finally stretched out his hand .

"Eat half of it for you."

Baby Wen Kuo nodded excitedly. In fact, he didn't understand what half-eating was. He held Brother Jiang's hand, and then took a sip, and the walnut cake went into his mouth.

The happy baby didn't notice the change in Brother Jiang's face, and wanted to pat someone with the scum in his hands, but when he looked up, Brother Jiang's eyes were red, and he turned around with a sullen face and ran to find Cheng Xingyi up.

Baby Wen Kuo became anxious: "Brother Jiang."

He hurriedly rode his pony to chase, panting all the way to the pavilion, seeing his elder brother Jiang hiding in Uncle Cheng's arms, Baby Wen Kuo felt that he was bullying someone and cried, so he hurriedly dragged the pony up.

He asked worriedly, "Uncle Cheng, is Brother Jiang crying?"

Cheng Xingyi burst out laughing, Jiang Peizhi in his arms buried his face with red eyes, and said forcefully, "I didn't cry."

Baby Wen Kuo, who was aware that he had caused trouble, put the pony carefully next to Cheng Xingyi, then threw himself into Lin Qingqing's arms, blinking his eyes to observe the situation.

Cheng Xingyi knew his child's awkward temper, so he asked patiently in a low voice: "Pei Zhi, do you want to ride a pony? Look, my brother gave you the pony."

The child in her arms did not speak.

That is to play.

Cheng Xingyi rubbed his fluffy hair, picked him up and put him on the pony.

Baby Wen Kuo took a piece of snack just now, and when he turned his head again, he saw Brother Jiang with red eyes and a serious face riding on the green inflatable pony.

Baby Wen Kuo: "Brother Jiang, isn't my pony beautiful?"

Brother Jiang: "..." He turned his head away.

In the autumn of the following year, baby Wen Kuo, who was about to turn four years old, was finally going to kindergarten. On the first day of school, he wore beautiful overalls and his own goose yellow hat, and climbed into the car with a small schoolbag on his back. , I saw a familiar child sitting in the car.

It was his brother Jiang.

Cheng Xingyi greeted him with a smile: "Good morning Kuo Kuo."

Baby Wen Kuo: "Uncle Cheng, does Brother Jiang want to go to kindergarten with me?"

"Yes."

Baby Wen Kuo cheered: "Yeah!"

Brother Jiang moved aside in disgust.

Along the way, Baby Wen Kuo was jumping up and down in the car, and almost fell on Brother Jiang. Jiang Peizhi, a little cleanliness, hid back and forth, but in the end he couldn't dodge it, because Baby Wen Kuo was tired from playing and fell asleep in the second half Secretly, I can't even pick him up.

Jiang Peizhi: "..." What an annoying kid.

Kindergarten recruited eight new classes this year. Wen Kuo was in the Little Bean Sprouts class on the first floor, and Jiang Peizhi was in the Little Apple class next door.

He, Brother Jiang, is the most popular kid in the whole kindergarten. The students in the Little Bean Sprouts class all said that Brother Jiang is good-looking, and Baby Wen Kuo is very proud. Biscuit, I only go to the bathroom with him after class, and go home with him after school, he is the person who has the best relationship with Brother Jiang in the kindergarten.

This day, during the recess activities in the kindergarten, there were children lined up around the big slide. Baby Wen Kuo jumped up and down in the line waiting to go up and play. In front of their class was the Little Apple class, and when the children in the Little Apple class had finished playing, it was their turn. Here they are.

The children were very excited, and some couldn't hold back their temper. They kept looking forward and shouted anxiously: "Hurry up, hurry up."

There is a half-person-high fence around the slide. The park is worried about safety issues. It is usually locked, and children are not allowed to play privately. It is only open during the big break, and the slide can only be accompanied by teachers. , so when it comes to this time, the children are scrambling for the first place, for fear of leaving themselves behind.

Baby Wen Kuo covered the little hat on his head, and ate fudge from his pocket while walking.

The kid in front has a sharp nose and is the most greedy bully in Xiaodou Sprouts class. He sniffed and turned around and said, "Wen Kuo, do you have lychee-flavored candy?"

Baby Wen Kuo was stunned, covering his pockets and shaking his head.

"Give me one."

"I do not have."

"Just give me one, hurry up."

Baby Wen Kuo hesitated: "Okay."

He let go of his hand and plucked it from his pocket. As soon as he caught a glimpse of a lychee-flavored one, the child in front suddenly reached out, trying to snatch the whole bag from his pocket. Baby Wen Kuo was in a hurry: "Don't snatch it!"

"I want too!"

Baby Wen Kuo defended his fudge with all his strength, but because he was small and low, he couldn't grab it at all. As soon as the little bully tried his best, he was pushed to the ground, and the little hat on his head was tilted to the back of his head. A rope is hooked around the neck.

Baby Wen Kuo burst into tears.

Jiang Peizhi, who was about to go up the slide, blinked when he heard a familiar voice, and the child behind urged, "Go up."

Jiang Peizhi frowned slightly: "Go ahead."

Then he turned around and ran to the back. As soon as he passed, he saw that little annoying man was pushed down and was crying with tears all over his face. The little bully was proud of the candy in his hand and wanted to eat it in front of others over.

Wen Kuo: "You are not allowed to eat!"

"Liu Wei Wei..." Xiao Ba Wang was grimacing when a person came by and pushed him out with a bang. The moment he fell to the ground, the candy in his hand was gone.

"Who told you to bully him?"

Jiang Peizhi's face was tense, and at first glance he was quite capable of bluffing.

The little bully cried out in fright.

The movement here was quickly discovered by the teacher, and they were all brought back to the classroom. Wen Kuo was held by Jiang Peizhi, and he looked back at the slide while walking, tears falling down like beads.

"What are you crying for?"

Baby Wen Kuo pursed his lips: "Slide."

Seeing that it was the turn of the little bean sprouts class to play, and now he was suddenly taken away, how could baby Wen Kuo bear this grievance, and the whole day was unhappy, until a certain handicraft class in the afternoon, Jiang Peizhi came to him suddenly , took him to find the director, and said with a serious face that he would make up for the slide that he didn't have time to play in the morning.

The principal made the two children laugh, and took them to skate for half an hour.

From that day on, Brother Jiang became the tallest and most powerful existence in Baby Wen Kuo's heart.

In the first grade of elementary school, the school held a composition competition. The topic was to describe a person you think is very special. Wen Kuo wrote about Jiang Peizhi, and Jiang Peizhi wrote about his deskmate.

Because he felt that the face of his deskmate was particularly like a sweet potato.

Jiang Peizhi’s essays on remembering people are extremely realistic and simple, thinking of what is what, Wen Kuo also knows how to add some lyrical descriptions when writing, similar to him being the most special person in my heart and my favorite brother.

Jiang Peizhi was different.

The day he finished writing and handing it in, he was called to the office by the Chinese teacher.

There was a neat and clean composition book on the table, and Jiang Peizhi stood beside him with his hands behind his back.

Teacher: "Jiang Peizhi, how can you say that about your deskmate? Do you know what a sweet potato is?"

Jiang Pei didn't know what to say.

The first paragraph of the composition is described like this: My tablemate is named Mao Yu, with a big face, like a head of garlic (or sweet potato), smaller on the top, bigger on the bottom, and sometimes looks like a gourd.

The teacher brought other people's composition texts: "Look at what the monitor wrote. The long eyelashes are like butterflies, fluttering and fluttering, as if they are about to fly in the next second, and the skin is white like milk, and the mouth is red. The red ones look like little cherries, aren’t they very vivid and vivid, didn’t the teacher give you examples like this when he told you metaphors?”

Jiang Peizhi: "Yes."

"Then you take it back and correct it, and return it to the teacher tomorrow."

That night, classmate Jiang Peizhi turned on the lights to fight at night, thinking hard all night, and rewrote an exquisite composition.

"My Deskmate"

My tablemate is named Mao Yu, and his face is neither fat nor thin, neither sweet potato nor garlic.

The eyes were neither too big nor too small, neither like blueberries nor peas.

The eyelashes are not long, like butterflies, and the skin is not white, like potatoes.

When crying, the mouth is very big, not like a cherry, but like a sausage.

The arms are like lotus roots, and the fingernails are like mung beans.

My tablemate is Mao Yu, he is a very special person.

The teacher didn't say anything after reading it. He took the notebook and laughed in the office for a day, and then comforted himself by saying that he was only a first-grade kid after all. Knowing so many words to describe people is already very valuable, and he will definitely understand the others when he grows up. .

However, what she didn't expect was that Jiang Peizhi's amazing writing talent hadn't changed since he graduated from high school.