MTL - Peach and Plum Do Not Speak (The Silent Cherry And Plum Blossoms)-Chapter 81

"Even your lover can't touch you or kiss you without your permission, let alone other people, men can't, women can't, you know?" Yan Xi was a little serious to her Say.

She particularly emphasized men and women, all ages.

An Zhi didn't know what kind of psychological activities Yan Xi had just carried out, she just wondered why Yan Xi suddenly said this. She nodded instinctively and cleverly, and then she thought about what was wrong: "But I don't have a lover?"

Yan Xi paused: "Aren't you dating Xu Jiaer?"

"Ah! Of course not!" An Zhi was so flustered that he slipped off Yan Xi's legs, sat down on the carpet, and waved his hands hastily: "No! No!"

"No?" Yan Xi was surprised, and then his anger spread to his heart. If not, would Xu Jiaer do that to An Zhi? She asked, "Does she like you?"

An Zhi hesitantly said: "She said it before, but I refused. She is liked by many people, and I don't think she is very serious."

This was the first time An Zhi met a girl to confess to her. She regarded Xu Jiaer as a friend, and she didn't know how to deal with it. After Xu Jiaer was rejected, there was no obvious follow-up, and there were always a lot of playful classmates around him, and the love letters were accepted.

An Zhi didn't quite understand it, just like she liked Yan Xi, only Yan Xi was in her eyes. But others don't take a step closer, and they can't be too concerned.

"I don't think I'm very good in her mind, not to mention she plans to go abroad." An Zhi said.

Yan Xi listened silently for a while, and said to her, "You are wrong, you can't say that you are not good. The matter of falling in love is very complicated. Since you think it is impossible to be with her, you should keep a distance from her."

Anzhi lowered his head.

Yan Xi glanced at her: "Or do you like her too, but you just don't think this time is suitable for dating?"

"No, no, I only regard her as a friend." An Zhi's face blushed a little, "I just feel a little sad."

"I know, you want to have friends." Yan Xi's voice softened.

An Zhi lowered her head, and she muttered: "Auntie, if someone you don't like likes you, will you keep your distance from her?"

Yan Xi thought about it and nodded, "I will keep my distance from him."

After An Zhi heard this, the whole person fell into a depressed atmosphere. She looked at the paper and answered the questions silently. I don't want to say anything.

Yan Xi took her mobile phone to surf the Internet, and saw her expression in the bottom of her eyes. An Zhi was reading the question, and her small mouth was pouted, looking unhappy. Yan Xi thought for a while, unable to help but feel distressed.

She knew how difficult it was for An Zhi to make a friend.

"Tao Tao?" Yan Xi called her softly.

An Zhi gave a small "um", and without looking at her, put the math paper aside.

Yan Xi was stunned for a moment: Is this done?

An Zhi took the language scroll and put it in front of her, "Ah, there are so many words..." She pouted, "It's so annoying, I don't want to write it." She turned to the composition, "Taiwan cartoonist Cai Zhizhong said that if you use an orange as a metaphor for life, a kind of orange is big and small. Sour, a kind of orange is small and sweet, some people complain about being sour when they get hit, and complaining about being small when they get sweet; but when I get a small orange, I am glad that it is sweet, and when I get a sour orange, I feel that she is Great. Please choose an angle to write the essay."

Her reading voice was soft and crunchy, Yan Xi listened to her with a smile and asked, "How do you want to write?"

An Zhi was obviously not in the state of writing the essay. She said angrily, "I want big and sweet oranges! I don't want to write essays!"

"Pfft!" Yan Xi teased her: "But no, you can't have both the fish and the bear's paw."

An Zhi pouted as if not wanting to talk.

Yan Xi scrutinized the question with her in a decent manner: "I can write this composition from many angles, how to correctly view the gains and losses in life. The state of mind determines the state, the choices in life, and the treatment of life in an optimistic view... "

An Zhi looked at her with an expression of "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it".

She lowered her eyes sadly, so no matter what she chooses, she can only give up? We have to face it as optimistically as possible, is this the so-called silver edge of the dark cloud?

Just like her and Yan Xi, they can only maintain this kind of relationship between relatives and friends. If she confesses to her, she will be far away from herself, and Anzhi will lose her.

Can only choose one? Like these two oranges?

An Zhi forcibly endured the pain in his heart, and simply got angry at the paper: "I hate language! I hate writing! I don't want to write!"

This kind of temper tantrum is rare, Yan Xi looked at her in surprise, An Zhi turned to the side, her pink and white face puffed out her cheeks, the original baby fat had lost a lot, her face was melon seed face, and her eyelashes were soft and thin. Fine, you can imagine how beautiful and moving it will be in the future.

The combination of Tao Zhenzhen and Chen Muqi's genes is still perfect, what's more, although An Zhi is small, her temperament is completely different from her parents, a very flexible, simple and firm temperament.

Yan Xi suddenly smiled: "Okay, if you don't write it, you won't write it, then let's write it another day."

"I won't write it another day!" An Zhi lost her temper. She has been a good girl since she was a child, but now she is completely inexplicable, and she suddenly feels that she is being fooled. She is also very curious about how Yan Xi will respond to her.

Her heart beat faster, but her mouth burst out: "I won't write!" She swept the paper down the table.

A stack of papers were scattered on the carpet, and An Zhi was secretly taken aback. I feel that I have gone a little too far, but the matter has come to this point, I can only bite the bullet and continue.

She glanced at Yan Yanxi quickly, and saw the smile on her lips stagnating, and the somewhat confused light in her eyes.

An Zhi thought to himself, "Oops, what should I do?"

She stood up uneasily, thinking that she might just go back to her room.

But Yan Xi's next sentence made her stunned.

"Okay, then don't write, do you want to hug?"

An Zhi turned his head and saw that Yan Xi was looking at her, the confused look in his smiling eyes disappeared, he put on a warm look, and opened his arms to her.

An Zhi's face flushed instantly, and he felt ashamed of his own thoughts, and there was a great density of joy hidden in the shame.

Don't hesitate to go back, and in the end, you simply said: "Yes!"

Yan Xi didn't expect An Zhi to sit on her lap and hug her like before.

Hmm...seems the pose is a bit weird...

Yan Xi understood her tantrums just now as rebelliousness in adolescence, not to mention that An Zhi's exam is about to be under pressure recently, her hand has also been injured, and she has also encountered Xu Jiaer. The mood is more ups and downs, she can understand.

Just coax her.

It's just that she is slightly confused, the mood of this adolescent girl has changed too much, right? I ignored her during the summer vacation, and was so attached to her these days.

Whenever Yan Xi wanted to treat her as a child, the placement acted like an adult. When she wanted to see An Zhi as an adult, she seemed to have returned to her childhood, and she was even more squeamish.

No wonder the seniors in the unit said that adolescent children should pay special attention to their growth.

Thinking of this, Yan Xi suddenly felt that he had understood most of the situation, and when he had a bottom line, An Zhi buried his head in her shoulder, she was now sitting sideways on her lap and holding her, with a soft voice: "Auntie, Did you just say that others can't touch me without my consent, including my aunt?"

Yan Xi suddenly suffocated: This sounds too weird.

ah? How should she answer?

The answer does not include? Does that mean he can touch her without An Zhi's consent?

The answer included that she couldn't touch her without An Zhi's consent?

The question is: why do you put yourself in the context of 'touching her'?

Not to mention, what she just said included a "kiss her".

When Yan Xi said this to An Zhi, she did not take herself into consideration, she thought to herself that it was other men and women who might covet An Zhi.

An Zhi's words brought her into this range, and Yan Xi was suddenly stunned.

That "sleazy old woman" feeling is back.

"Huh? Auntie?" An Zhi lowered his head slightly, leaned on her shoulder, and asked her with a wink.

"Well..." Yan Xi had never encountered such a difficult question in thirty years.

"Auntie, it's not the same." She replied with difficulty, "I mean other strangers, or people you like in the future, people you fall in love with, of course I'm not in it, like uncles and aunts are different, Everyone can get close to each other.”

An Zhi's heart tightened, and she bit her lip and said nothing.

She didn't speak, but Yan Xi smothered what she said just now, feeling that nothing was wrong.

The atmosphere was a little embarrassing. She took the paper and flipped it over and read: "Xunzi: Encouraging Learning" pointed out that although earthworms are weak, they can '_______, ________' because of their single-mindedness. Which two sentences are they?"

An Zhi pouted and replied, "Eat the soil above and drink the yellow spring below."

"Last night Xiantan Mengluohua, what's the next sentence?"

"Poor Chunban for not returning home."

An Zhi leaned on her shoulder, and could clearly feel the floating of her breath when she spoke, and smell the good smell at her neckline.

"The river is flowing and the spring is dying,"

An Zhi said in a trance, "Jiangtan Luoyue is sloping westward again."

"You really don't want to do the question?" Yan Xi asked her with a chuckle. When he spoke, his breath hit her face, and An Zhi quietly hugged her, "I don't want to."

Yan Xi felt that she was holding her a little tighter. It was not the time for An Zhi to hug her like a soft and cute pillow when she was five years old. In her arms was an adolescent girl with a faint sweet fragrance, and she could feel her warmth on her chest. Well-developed features.

Yan Xi felt a little uncomfortable. Out of the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of her white lotus-like calf. There was a large bruise on her ankle. It must have been accidentally hit, and it was very conspicuous.