C10 My Name Is Zhao Qinghe

"I. . . I just. . . "

Zhao Chanqiu stuttered and could not say a word. What was he? In fact, he could tell the person in front of him that he was the boy he saved. But it was all because of his pride. He did not want to do that. In such a state.

Zhao Chanqiu only came out after a long time.

"Little Qiu!" The teacher went forward to stop him.

Usually, Zhao Chanqiu was not like this. He was a little bored and did not like to talk much, let alone blocking others. What happened today? He actually took the initiative to talk to a stranger, and even reached out to stop him.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?" Xu Minfu saw this and pulled Zhao Chanqiu away, "Brother, he's sick. Don't bother with him!"

Although He Licai was stupid and did not understand what had happened, he saw that his teacher and Xu Minfu were blocking Zhao Chanqiu, so he stood with them as a common enemy.

Zhao Qinghe glanced at Xu Minfu. He really hated children. This child thought he was smart. In order to please a stranger, he did not hesitate to step on his companion. He looked down on such a soft person in his heart. He could be scheming, but he also had to have a backbone.

However, Zhao Qinghe saw that the person in front of him wanted to say something but stopped himself. He found it interesting, so he stopped and asked, "What's wrong? Go ahead. "

Xu Minfu widened his eyes. He couldn't believe that his big brother had such a gentle attitude. He didn't even know that Zhao Chanqiu had flung his hand away.

Zhao Chanqiu suddenly raised his head. His eyes lit up. With a look of disbelief, he asked tentatively, "Can you. . . Tell me your name?"

Zhao Qinghe tilted his head and seemed to be seriously thinking. Zhao Chanqiu's heart was lifted up and as time passed, it gradually sank.

He sized up Zhao Chanqiu. It was a clean and tidy boy. And somehow, he looked a little familiar. Although he didn't know what kind of relationship this boy had with him, he didn't think that a name was an important matter. He still looked into the boy's eyes seriously and said word by word, "My name is Zhao Qinghe. The green seedling. "

Qinghe, the young crops, represented vitality and hope.

His name was given to him by his grandfather, including the red handmade bracelet he lost. His name was carved into the silver bell on the bracelet. After so many years, the bell had already become a dumbbell. The red string had not lost its color. It was a little damaged, but it had not broken.

It did not have much meaning either. It was just that he was nostalgic and had always worn it. Now that it was lost, it was a bit of a pity.

"Qinghe. . . " Zhao Chanqiu murmured quietly and then said solemnly, "Thank you!"

It turned out that his surname was also Zhao.

It was not a strange thing to have the same surname, but Zhao Chanqiu was still happy about it. It was as if his life had something to do with him, which could make him happy for a long time.

Zhao Qinghe was amused by his serious expression. This child was so cute. He teased him. "Then may I ask, can I leave now?"

"Can I. . . " Zhao Chanqiu's face was a little red because of the boldness just now.

"I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble. Little Qiu is not like this usually. " The teacher had an apologetic look on his face.

Zhao Qinghe waved his hand and said generously: "It's fine. This child is quite interesting. "

As expected, Zhao Chanqiu's face was as red as a cooked prawn. At the same time, his heart felt like it had been brushed by a feather, and it was itching.