Chapter 33 The sudden cohabitation? Continue and thank you!
"What the hell?"
Qin Jian wiped the corners of his mouth, and his forehead, which was still a little hot, instantly cooled down, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.
"Hurry up and drink. I'm going to get something. I'll meet you at the school gate later."
He Jing said and left, leaving Qin Jian alone in the office and getting messy.
In the corridor, the sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground made Qin Jian's heart tremble.
What should I do about this?
However, it seems that there is no room for negotiation...
Qin Jian picked up the milk and drank it in one gulp, then ran all the way back to the dormitory.
Where is my mobile phone?
Pulling out the broken shell of Xiao Hei, Qin Jian secretly sighed that he was lucky not to throw it away.
After changing the card, he looked around the room, packed the cigarettes left by the fat man, He Jing's music holder and a bottle cap, and randomly stuffed a few pieces of clothing into the box.
After taking a final deep look at 416, Qin Jian left the dormitory.
.......
Ink Garden.
Downstairs in Apartment No. 33.
Qin Jian panted and stopped, "Teacher He, is this right here?"
In his previous life, Qin Jian knew that He Jing rented a house outside, but he had never been there.
"We're here, bring me the box and go upstairs."
He Jing said and took the box from Qin Jian's hand.
…
"Click".
From the corridor on the fourth floor, which was not spacious, there was a sound of the door being opened.
He Jing pushed open the door and walked in, "Come in quickly."
Qin Jian followed He Jing, but after entering the door, it was not as tidy and clean as he imagined. Even the smell was a bit wrong, the air was full of the smell of dust.
"this?"
The mess in the house didn't make Qin Jian feel terrible, but looking at the frosted glass bathroom on the left made him feel even more bitter.
He Jing said and took off her coat.
"Work."
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After 3 hours of hard work, this small apartment was finally packed out.
However, although the room is small, it is fully equipped.
There is a refrigerator and air conditioner. On the right hand side of the door is a small stove for cooking. There is a small washing machine in the bathroom for washing clothes.
But, what’s up with this huge bed?
"Teacher He, where should I sleep?"
Qin Jian originally didn't want to ask this kind of question.
But there is no way, the house is so big, and I am not blind. There is only one bed in the whole house, and there is not even a sofa...
But the other party did not answer his question first and continued to sweep the floor.
"First, whether you admit it or not, although the conditions here are a bit worse, for the time being, this is our home. At home, you have to call me sister."
"Second, I don't restrict your freedom, but I hope you can tell me if you have anything from today on. No matter what happens, I will be your sister."
He Jing bent down and shoveled the last bit of garbage into the garbage bag, then straightened up and looked at Qin Jian, who was standing motionless as if standing still.
There was a twinkle in his eyes, and he continued speaking word by word.
"Third, about where to sleep."
"Have you forgotten who carried you from childhood to adulthood? And have you forgotten who crawled into my arms in the middle of the night?"
He Jing paused for a moment, lifted up the broken hair from her forehead with one hand, and frowned slightly, showing an indescribable charm.
"Or do you think you've grown up?"
…
This kind of logic.
Qin Jian didn't know how to accept it, but he was certain of one thing.
It doesn't look like the other party is joking.
Qin Jian looked at the brand new big bed again and secretly felt happy in his heart.
Fortunately it's big enough.
However, Qin Jian also felt a little incredible in his heart, how could the other party carry this 3-meter-long bed up with such a small body.
"Before the art exam, you can make do with living here. I visited many housing agencies in the past two days and couldn't find a suitable house for a while."
"I feel sorry for you, but starting from today, your piano practice problem will be solved." He Jing said and patted Qin Jian's shoulder.
"Come on, brother."
It turned out to be like this. Feeling the warmth coming from his shoulders, Qin Jian only understood the other party's good intentions at this moment.
"Thank you, Teacher He."
"What did you say?" He Jing suddenly said sharply, and the movements of her hands changed from clapping to pinching. They are all people who have played the piano for more than ten years, and no one has any strength in their hands.
"Ah sister, sister, sister, it hurts, it hurts!!"
…
In the cozy little house, there was a sound of chasing and fighting.
…
Next, the two of them carefully wiped every corner of the house. Qin Jian saw that many things in the house had been re-purchased, presumably for himself, while the other party's items looked like they had not been replaced for a long time.
.
Especially the water cup placed on the piano. Although the paint and writing on it have been worn away and cannot be seen clearly, how could Qin Jian forget that this was the water cup he got from running in the sports meeting in fourth grade and gave it to He Jing.
Unexpectedly, the other party is still using it to this day.
Moreover, most women's bathrooms are full of various large and small bottles and jars, but He Jing's bathroom is very simple, with only some cheap ordinary cosmetics, and the variety is pitiful.
What woman doesn’t love beauty?
But for such a sister, apart from the need for some decent clothes for the working environment, her own expenses are basically reduced to a minimum.
If I remember correctly, it seems that the other party will give my mother a sum of money every month.
at this time.
Qin Jian was thinking about a problem, how to put his money in her pocket reasonably.
"Qin Jian, haven't you finished washing your hands? The rice is almost cold."
He Jing's call came from outside the door.
"I'm coming."
…
Two dishes and one soup are Qin Jian’s favorites.
During the meal, two people who both graduated from key music schools in China talked about music from the classical period to the birth of the five-person powerful group.
He Jing sighed at Qin Jian's knowledge. This was all content she had memorized in college, but it seemed that the other person could pick it up with just his mouth open, and she was secretly surprised.
After the meal, He Jing finished washing the dishes, took out 1,000 yuan from the lady's bag on the wall, put it on the piano, turned around and said, "I'll feel relieved now that you've been settled."
"What do you mean?" Qin Jian was confused.
"I'm going to Haishi. When will I come back? I can only say as soon as possible."
"Over at the school, I have already asked for leave for you. You don't have to go back. You can concentrate on practicing the piano here and getting more nutrition. Don't give Teacher Qin the money."
"What are you going to do?" Qin Jian felt a little reluctant as he just found a trace of the past feeling, and hurriedly stood up and asked.
"It's a small matter," He Jing smiled, her two dimples ran out again, "I'll be back soon."
Seeing this, Qin Jian didn't ask any more questions, "Then I'll give it to you."
"No, just practice the piano well for me. I hope you can surprise me again when I come back."
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In the empty hut, even with the afternoon sunshine, it can't make up for the lack of one person.
Qin Jian took out the music folder given to him by He Jing, sat down in front of the piano, opened it again, and flipped through the pages.
Sudden.
In a shadow on the music score, a line of beautiful small characters attracted Qin Jian's attention.
[Beethoven touched heaven with music, while Mozart’s music came from heaven, Adele Marcus.]