Girlfriend Is Strange

Chapter 9 Part 1

"Mr. Ailsa, what does Baiju Guoxia mean?" The little girl with two braids asked with big black eyes.

"Mr. Ailsa, I know that a white horse runs past a hole in no time." Another dark-skinned boy in a white vest raised his hand and rushed to answer.

Teacher Ailsa smiled and said, "Yes, what Lucas said is right. A white horse passing by is a metaphor for time passing quickly, like a white horse whizzing and disappearing."

"Teacher, where did your Prince Charming go? Why didn't he come?" Another chubby boy said innocently and bluntly. "My father said that the big boss who bought the rice in our field is the teacher's boyfriend."

"Spark, you are so stupid. The big boss works in a company in Taipei. How could he have time to come to Daohe Village?" Little emma said in an adult tone, playing with her two braids.

"Then Mr. Ailsa, do you always go to Taipei to date your boyfriend?" Lucas asked with a smile.

Ailsa pretended not to hear their question, and cleaned up the English word cards on the table by herself, and said with a calm expression: "Lucas only got two English words right today, and I will punish you not to eat snacks tomorrow, and spark is the same..."

"Teacher Ailsa, I got three right." Spark shouted.

"It's not enough, you have to meet at least five people to have a snack." She looked at the little girl with two braids and smiled gratifiedly, "Emma is the best, 100 points, a reward once, collect ten points If you receive this award, the teacher will take you to McDonald's."

"Thank you, Teacher Ailsa."

"I also want."

"I also want to eat McDonald's."

"Then memorize the English words well, or you can go to McDonald's if you get 100 points in every subject in the Duan exam."

"Ho, that's too difficult."

"That's right, that's impossible!"

"As long as you're serious, there's nothing you can't do." Looking at the clock on the wall, it's time for evening reading. Ailsa urged the children, "Okay, put away the books and get ready to go home."

The children left one by one after saying goodbye to her. She turned off the lights, locked the door, and set foot on the way home.

Summer nights are a bit sweltering, and riding a bicycle is a bit cooler, but it can't relieve the boredom in her heart. She is the teacher Ailsa in the children's mouth, and Huo Qingxiang who hid in the countryside to heal her wounds.

A white horse ran past the hole in no time. That’s right, time flies. In a blink of an eye, Yan Zhipeng has been in the United States for more than two months. During this period, she changed her mobile phone and indoor phone number to prevent him from There is a way to contact her, maybe, he never thought of contacting her...

She will never forget his unsympathetic and cold voice and his relentless back the day before he left for America. After all, he never turned his head to look at her before she left.

She thought this was the worst way to say goodbye, but she didn't expect the newspaper to publish it the next day, and that night he went in with Kress to the jewelry counter where he took her to buy expensive gifts—

How ridiculous! She thought that receiving an expensive gift from him meant that she had a certain status in his heart, but she didn't expect that she was not the only one who received the gift... No, she didn't receive it at all.

It seems that he was very busy before going abroad. He was busy giving gifts to all his girlfriends. The person who was photographed was Kress. I don't know how many others were not photographed.

Don't think about it, anyway, her world and his have been separated. She sold the apartment, quit Jiuqu's tutor, and went back to live in the countryside. At first, she was worried that he would find her, so she didn't even dare to live at home, so she rented a room. The old house of a classmate, I later found that my worries were unnecessary. No one came to visit her house for a whole month, except Auntie Aqiao would bring some vegetables grown by herself and put them at her door...

The lights under the eaves were on, and Huo Qingxiang saw a bag of vegetables at the door from a distance. Aunt Aqiao was probably afraid that she would starve to death if she didn't make money, so she always gave her vegetables for free.

After stopping the car, she bent down and opened the bag to see that it was water spinach. She smiled. If Aunt Qiao hadn't had a son, she might consider being her daughter-in-law to repay her kindness in delivering the vegetables.

After entering the house, lock the door. Her house is located outside the village. It is a single family. She is the only one in the house. If bad people come, she may not be able to resist, so it is better to lock it tightly.

Taking the dishes to the kitchen, putting away the leftovers from dinner, she spent the whole month in fear of seeing him, not wanting to see him, and being disappointed that he didn't come to her... these repeated conflicting emotions.

She told herself that this was not possible, that she should forget about him quickly, and that life should be more meaningful. It just so happened that the village head tried his best to promote the night-time accompanying education program for disadvantaged children. The elderly are illiterate, the children do not understand their homework, and there is no one to ask. Over time, they lose interest in reading. Some of the children's mothers are foreign brides. The mothers want to teach their children their homework, but they have more energy than they can...

So without thinking about it, she immediately nodded and agreed. Since it was voluntary, she didn't get paid, but she didn't care. She was very happy to help children regain their interest in reading, especially seeing their innocent smiles, which made her forget for a while. Heartache.

Thinking of Spark's naive question, even though she pretended not to hear her, her heart was still throbbing. It's been two months, and he should have returned to Taiwan long ago, but he never came to look for her. He hasn't come back at all?

She is still conflicted, afraid of knowing his news, she doesn't read any newspapers, magazines are even declined, and she tells herself again and again that she doesn't want to know anything about him, which has nothing to do with her, but she actually cares that he has never heard of him. Come to her, this, this is too much!

"Yan Zhipeng, who cares about the wooden barrel you gave me!" When I entered the bathroom and saw the wooden barrel he bought, I couldn't help kicking it to vent my hatred.

She knew very well that the reason why she didn't throw away the wooden barrel was not because she wanted to use it to vent her hatred, but because she simply couldn't bear it. It was a gift from him, even though it looked ugly.

She has always wanted to ask in the nearby villages which store sold this wooden barrel, and how they sold defective products to customers, but there were too many things in her head, and she kept forgetting.

After washing her face, she still has work to do at night. Through the introduction of a former colleague, she took over the translation of the original document. Although the money is not much, it should be enough to support herself.

Sit down at the desk and turn on the light. She should concentrate on her work, but every time she thinks of Yan Zhipeng, her mood will always be disturbed for a while.

She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath—forgive yourself, she told herself in her heart.

The next day, Huo Qingxiang got up two hours later than usual. She didn't spare herself last night, otherwise she wouldn't have two black eyes this morning, and she wouldn't let the sparrows under the eaves quarrel for several hours and stay up .

"Yan Zhipeng, get away!" Sitting on the edge of the bed, weak and lazy, she squeezed out all her strength and growled.

If she hadn't missed him last night, she wouldn't have been unable to work, and she couldn't fall asleep even when she wanted to sleep. His figure haunted her like a ghost. What was she thinking...

With fluffy hair, he hurried to open the door after grooming. In the past, when his father was still there, he would open the door at dawn. If he knew that the sun was already high in the sky, and the door had not been opened yet, he might have a dream at night. Scold her for being a slob, if that's the case, she should tell Abba to scold Yan Zhipeng, because he is responsible for all this!

As soon as the door opened, she froze in fright. Did she not wake up or something? How could there be a large bouquet of... roses at the door of the house? Even if someone really gave her something, it was more likely to be a bag of vegetables, but how could it be a bunch of flowers, and it was a big bunch.

Staring at the roses in a daze, she only needs to step out and feel them to know if they are true or not, but she turned her head back in a daze, and went into the room to get her glasses.

Ever since she decided to move back to the countryside, she stopped wearing contact lenses, and changed to the old rustic and vulgar black-framed glasses. This is an alternative way of expressing her vow to draw a clear line with Yan Zhipeng.

Putting on her glasses and returning to the scene, the bouquet of roses was still there, so it didn't look like she was dazzled. Who on earth would send her such a large bouquet of flowers?

Stepping out of the threshold, she stood in front of the roses, folded her arms around her chest, and carefully examined the roses leaning against the wall. Could it be that they were given by A Zhe, and she wanted to use this to curry favor with her, to see if she would want to buy land someday? Let him take a commission? Impossible, he is not crazy to spend such a large sum of money before making any money.

So... is it the son of the elder neighbor who keeps saying that he wants to marry her as the second room? Impossible, once that joke was heard by Tai Zuo, she never met him again, as long as she saw her from a distance, he would automatically get out of the way, it seems that Tai Zuo issued a ban, He dared not refuse, and sure enough, the forty-year-old man only had one mouth left.

Or, is it Ah Rong who sells pork? Aunt Qiao told her secretly that Ah Rong liked her very much, but he was not like the kind of person who would give her a large bouquet of roses, and it would be more practical to send a piece of pork belly.

Squinting and staring at the corpse by the wall... No, Rose, the case is at a stalemate. When she was struggling to find the murderer, Ah Huibo, who was farming beside him, shouted in the field: "Qingxiang, Ah Yousu again... I made a new boyfriend, there was a man with a crew cut in front of your house early in the morning, I don’t know what he was doing, when I ran over from there, he had already driven away..."

She asked Ahuibo about the man's appearance. Ahuibo said that he couldn't see clearly because of the distance, but his figure was very similar to Yan Zhipeng, but a little thinner, and he drove a car that looked like a little beetle.

Have a flat head? She looks like a thinner Zhipeng...

What she immediately thought of was Yan Jiuqu. Although he was not as tall as Zhipeng, the two brothers were similar in stature, just looking at their backs. But she had never heard that Jiuqu could drive, and he was underage. Driver's license, it is impossible to drive from Taipei to Daohe Village by himself, and besides, he doesn't know where her home is.

Thinking of Yan Jiuqu, Huo Qingxiang felt guilty. During her tutoring period, she clearly saw that he had improved, so she should push him again, but she left because of personal reasons. At that time, Aunt He and Uncle Yan were very strong Consolation, but in the end still respect her decision.

Bring the flowers into the house. No matter who sent them, the roses are very beautiful, and she is reluctant to let the flowers dry out in the sun.

For a while, she couldn't find a container that could hold a large bouquet of flowers, so she temporarily put it in the wooden bucket in the bathroom. She stared at the wooden bucket in a daze. She didn't think that the flowers were sent by Yan Zhipeng, and she deliberately avoided the name because of her heart. The most hopeful flower sender is him...

Sighing helplessly, what on earth is he still hoping for? Besides having a flat haircut and driving a small car, this person can never be him. Why would he have a flat haircut if he has nothing to do, and a big boss who has a big car to drive, how could he change to a beetle car when he has nothing to do?

After searching again and again, she made sure that there was no card in the bouquet, and she came to a conclusion—this flower must have been sent to the wrong place by the oolong flower giver!

Received flowers for three days in a row, which made her feel anxious for the oolong flower sender. He didn't know that he sent the wrong person, and the person who was waiting to receive the flowers must feel uncomfortable. The longing is the kind of loss that can't wait. Mood, she understands best.

But the time for the flower sender to deliver flowers is not fixed, even if she deliberately wants to wait, she can't wait.

The first day was early in the morning, the second day was when she came back from the accompanying class at night, and the third day is now, she just went to the small shop in the village to buy a bottle of soy sauce, and within 20 minutes of leaving, there were more bouquet of flowers.

Twenty minutes... Then he must have left not long ago. Before Huo Qingxiang had time to bring the soy sauce into the house, he turned the bicycle around in a hurry.

She quickly rode in the direction she just rode back from, and didn't even see a motorcycle, let alone a little beetle, so she rode quickly to the west road again, and all she could see was green rice fields, eh... two o'clock There seems to be something moving in the direction of the clock, it's a car, a car!

Although the distance is a bit far, she is very familiar with the roads here. Take a small road and ride faster, maybe you can catch up!

Huo Qingxiang rode a bicycle and rushed forward. At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and she couldn't help sweating profusely during the intense exercise. She stepped on the pedal fiercely while complaining, "...Why did you pick this time to send flowers? Wouldn't it be nice to send it after a nap?"

Focusing on the road ahead, he rode forward desperately, then raised his head, and suddenly saw the car stop, right next to the field that Zhipeng bought, Huo Qingxiang slowed down the car, hesitated, she was there before The cultivator I met in the field was an Uncle. Why did Uncle send flowers to her when he had nothing to do?

From afar, she saw a tall man with a crew cut getting out of the car and walking towards the field, and her heart shook. His back looked just like what Uncle Ah Hui said—like the thinner Yan Zhipeng.

It's not him, how could he have a cropped haircut, how could he have lost a lot of weight... Unless he wants her to feel sorry for him--hmph, why should she love him, he has a bunch of girlfriends, and it's not her turn to feel sorry for her!

Suddenly remembering her purpose of chasing the car, Huo Qingxiang hurried to speed up again, lest she finally catch up with him, and he left again. She guessed that the man should be Abo's son, maybe he wanted to pursue a certain girl in the village, but accidentally Misunderstanding where the girl I like lives...

If she didn't tell him clearly, she would be very guilty of harvesting flowers every day. Also, her family no longer has a big container to hold so many flowers!

After finally coming to the little beetle car, fortunately the man hadn't left yet, Huo Qingxiang parked the bicycle, and saw a man with a crew cut wearing a short-sleeved shirt, his trousers rolled up to his knees, standing in the middle of the field with his back to her, bent Waist is pulling weeds.

Her guess should be correct, he is Uncle's son, otherwise who would have enough to eat and have nothing to do, and go to someone else's field to help pull weeds at noon when the sun is high... No, there is someone who would do this—

Staring at his back carefully, she remembered that when Uncle Ahui and his son were too lazy to pull weeds, Yan Zhipeng went to the field to pull weeds himself. The scene of him bending down to pull weeds was exactly the same as the scene in front of him...

Standing on the edge of the field, she was fascinated. The people in the field seemed to sense someone behind them, so they straightened up and looked back.

"Sir, are you sending flowers..." Seeing him turn his head, she reflexively expressed her intentions, but when she saw his face, she froze instantly. "Nine, Zhipeng?!"

It's him! It really is him!

Seeing her standing by the field and calling him, Yan Zhipeng showed a gentle smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, and walked slowly towards the frozen Huo Qingxiang with his muddy legs.

It wasn't until he approached that she came back to her senses and subconsciously wanted to run away——no, she didn't want to see him, and she didn't want to see him again for the rest of her life!

"Qingxiang." He successfully stopped her before she got on the bicycle.

"If you're looking for me to return the necklace you gave me, I'm sorry, I've already sold them at a discounted price of 70." Clutching the handlebar of the bicycle, she pretended to be calm and met his gaze.

Looking at her, her heart ached. It wasn't because the pain he caused her two months ago was still there, but... What happened to him? Why did he lose so much weight? Hasn't he eaten in the past two months?

But don't say that you can't eat because you miss her so much, she won't believe such nonsense!

There was a wry smile on the corner of Yan Zhipeng's lips, he stared at her affectionately, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

He stood in front of the bicycle, his hands lightly covering the catkins where she was holding the handles at both ends, and the thoughts that had been accumulated in his heart for the past two months escaped from the bottom of his eyes, and the melancholy hurt her heart. The move of wanting to withdraw his hand stopped for an instant.

"You, why are you apologizing? What have you done wrong?" Huo Qingxiang deliberately turned her face away and did not look at him.