Cheng Feichi didn't speak, Ye Qin thought he was unwilling to help, so he gave way with a pouted mouth: "The two hundred words, two hundred words are the head office, right?"
As he spoke, he raised two slender fingers and made a "2" carefully.
Cheng Feichi looked at it for a while and asked, "What inspection?"
Ye Qin thought it was a joke, and grinned: "I'm not serious about studying, and I copied the wrong homework to deal with the teacher... But don't write like that. The main idea is 'I know I made a mistake, and I will study hard in the future'."
"Copyed the wrong homework?"
"That's right, it's just yesterday's homework." Ye Qin said nonchalantly, "I copied the answers to the multiple-choice questions wrong, maybe because the light here is too dark... It's okay, I'll bring a desk lamp tomorrow."
Like this, he didn't even realize that he was being played.
Cheng Feichi didn't know whether he was pretending or being stupid. If it is true, his family must have protected him very well.
After many collaborative efforts, Yeqin finally finished the 3,000-word check before midnight.
Cheng Feichi rode in front, looking back from time to time. Ye Qin followed him for a few nights, and fell asleep every morning. He was so sleepy that his head was shaking with a hood.
Waiting for the red light at the intersection, Cheng Feichi stopped beside him with one foot on his back: "You go home, don't follow me."
Ye Qin rubbed his right hand with his left hand slowly, as if sleepy and dull: "... huh?"
Cheng Feichi took off his gloves and handed them to him: "This is for you to wear, go back."
The gloves were still warm with body temperature. When Ye Qin took it, he was a little reluctant to let go. God knows that he wrote the inspection all night, and his hands were about to freeze.
He stared at it for a long time, but he didn't put it on his hand. Cheng Feichi thought he was suffering from squeamishness, and said, "At least it can keep out the wind."
Ye Qin raised his head and looked at him in confusion: "Do I have to go back after wearing this? But... I have to see you off."
He was so sleepy that he couldn't speak clearly, and it was obviously useless to reason with him. Cheng Feichi had no choice but to let him go.
Ye Qin put on his gloves and started to ride the bicycle vigorously. He pedaled against the wind and cheered himself up with "one two three one two three". He sent Cheng Feichi to the gate of the community, waved vigorously with his gloved hand, and shouted "see you tomorrow".
Tomorrow and Saturday, the food stall will take turns off. Cheng Feichi wants to tell him not to go, but he feels that it is unnecessary. He will leave naturally if he can't find anyone. He should let him know his attitude.
On Saturday morning, Cheng Feichi received a call from his employer's father on the way, saying that the whole family had to go out for a temporary emergency and asked him not to come today.
Cheng Feichi asked him if he had time tomorrow. He arranged the weekly make-up lessons according to the girl's weaknesses in each course. Missing a week of lessons might affect her progress. The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone was ambiguous, and he could faintly hear the little girl yelling "If I don't go, I will ask Teacher Cheng" in a low voice, as well as her mother's nagging words of comfort.
Cheng Feichi knew that the family was going to die, so he parked the car on the side of the road, edited a text message with his bank card number and sent it to the little girl's father, politely asking him to settle last month's expenses.
After sending the text message, looking up at the road in front of him with people coming and going, Cheng Feichi suddenly became confused as to where to go.
From the time he was sensible, his life was like a motor running faster and faster, day and night, occasionally getting stuck, which made him at a loss, not knowing how to digest the fast passing time in his spare time.
He decided to go to the library to borrow two books related to the Olympiad, and stop by the vegetable market to buy vegetables on the way back. After finding something to do, Cheng Feichi felt at ease. While climbing the stairs, he wondered whether to braise the fish in braise or steam it, or make soup, which children love to drink.
Cheng Xin teaches primary school Chinese, and is good at taking care of children in lower grades. When she was in good health, the house was often noisy like a kindergarten. Sometimes the children will stay to eat, but when Cheng Feichi is at home on Saturdays and Sundays, he will pay special attention to the eating arrangements.
It was just after ten o'clock, and the child had arrived. When Cheng Feichi entered the house, he knocked on the door first and told Cheng Xin that he would prepare the lunch, and he carried the vegetables into the kitchen.
Cheng Xin sat on the balcony and told stories to the children. His gentle voice came through the door, and the story seemed to be about Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.
This kind of story that every child is familiar with, Cheng Feichi secretly read it when he was a child. Cheng Xin is very good at storytelling, and can tell a bland story in an emotional and fascinating way, but he refuses to tell it to his son, and only tells him that it is all fake, made up by adults to coax children, You just need to study hard, don't embarrass your mother.
Cheng Xin is indifferent to fame and wealth, and never disdains to tell his son, only Cheng Feichi who is in it knows that her restraint and control over herself are invisible, a cold look, and a word that is as light as weight are enough to make Cheng Feichi feel When you feel pressure, you can learn self-discipline spontaneously and know how to be strong.
He knew that not all parents in other people's families were like this, but he would rather believe that this was the unique way his mother loved him.
At least, mothers treat other children differently than they treat themselves. The doctor said that a good mood is conducive to the recovery of the disease, and he is willing to use his own efforts in exchange for a smile on his mother's face.
After peeling two apples, Cheng Feichi opened the upper cabinet to get a glass bowl, which is not used often at home, and he washed it twice with water. Turning back, I found that there was one less apple on the chopping board.
The person who stole the apple was very courageous, leaning against the edge of the refrigerator and eating it, biting down with a crisp sound of the flesh separating.
Ever since Cheng Feichi entered the door, Ye Qin had been hiding behind the kitchen door and peeping. This guy didn't know what he was thinking, he was so engrossed that he didn't notice his existence for a long time.
"Why are you here?" Cheng Feichi asked after being stunned for a long time.
Ye Qin had never seen him frightened before, so he pointed to the ceiling, "I don't know. In the blink of an eye, he fell from the sky."
Cheng Feichi actually looked up in the direction he was pointing at. After realizing it, he showed a bit of embarrassment that did not match his usual image. He lowered his head and coughed softly, "Who are you in the child in the room?"
The lie was exposed immediately, Ye Qin felt bored, took another bite of the apple, and said vaguely: "My sister."
In fact, it is Zhou Feng's younger sister. He accidentally heard that the little girl was recently taking supplementary lessons at the home of an old teacher in Yulin Community. He asked casually and learned that the supplementary teacher's name was Cheng Xin. No effort.
So Ye Qin forcibly recognized Zhou Jiang, the 8-year-old younger sister of the Zhou family, as his adopted sister, and took the initiative to take care of the transportation of the adopted sister to and from the cram school. Unexpectedly, he took the child into the house and saw that Cheng Feichi was not at home, so he asked around and went to teach someone.
What a poor family. Thinking of this, Ye Qin felt sleepy due to the heating, leaned on the sofa and fell asleep, and when he woke up, Cheng Feichi came back.
"Is she your sister?" Cheng Feichi asked doubtfully.
"Otherwise?" Ye Qin crazily brainwashed himself, and he almost believed it, "Dear sister, don't you see that we look exactly the same?"
The four of them sat at a table to eat at noon, and Cheng Feichi looked back and forth three times, but he didn't find any resemblance between the two. The little girl was quite like one of Ye Qin's friends, the classmate surnamed Zhou who swaggered in front of him in physical education class.
Cheng Xin smiled gently: "The meals are all made by Xiaochi, maybe they don't suit your brother and sister's taste."
"Where is it? It's delicious." Ye Qin came to the door for the first time and gave Cheng Feichi a lot of face. Not only did he not dislike anything, but he also served a large bowl of fish soup to Zhou Jiang, "Hurry up, I'll give it to you after I finish it." Sheng."
Zhou Jiang was forced by her "brother" to drink three bowls of soup, and ran to the bathroom in the afternoon. Ye Qin was at ease, taking advantage of Cheng Feichi to clean up and wash the dishes, to visit around the small house, and soon came to knock on the kitchen door: "May I come into your room?"
Cheng Feichi thought he was going to steal his homework again, so he returned to his room after packing up, and saw Ye Qin lying sprawled on his bed, sleeping with a hood covering his head, with a white belly exposed, rising and falling with his breathing.
As soon as he walked to the desk and sat down, he woke up, writhing on the bed, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry... can I borrow your bed for a while?"
Cheng Feichi thought to himself, I didn't agree, didn't you also use it? Thinking of how sleepy he was that he couldn't keep his eyes open last night, and the phrase "see you tomorrow" that he waved to him while shivering in the cold wind, he just swallowed the words and didn't say them.
After waking up, Ye Qin forced himself to sit and look at the small room, talking to Cheng Feichi one after another: "Why is your room so small... Do you have a game console? Basketball? Lego? There are always remote control cars." ... only this pile of certificates and trophies? Isn't it, you are so boring... "
Ye Qin walked to the glass cabinet and touched the spotless metal trophy inside. The cold and hard touch made him curl up his fingers immediately. He became more and more sure that this was not a world he could understand. He turned his head and asked Cheng Feichi who was sorting out the books at the desk: " After winning so many awards, don’t you have a picture of when you won the award?”
Cheng Feichi froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "No."
"Can't afford it?" Ye Qin blurted out.
Cheng Feichi didn't really want to answer this question, so he looked away after a perfunctory answer, and continued to organize the books.
Ye Qin couldn't help frowning. He came here today to see how powerful the mistress Ye Jinxiang has been hiding for so many years is, who knows that this woman's speech and behavior are as ordinary as her appearance, even so kind that she is a little cowardly. He doesn't have a hobby of bullying, if not for making Luo Qiuling cry first, he wouldn't be able to hate her at all.
It stands to reason that with a person like Ye Jinxiang, the life of the mother and son should not be so difficult, but the facts are in front of them, and every object that can be seen here silently tells the family's embarrassment. Just now Cheng Feichi opened the closet to hang his coats, and Ye Qin sharply saw that the clothes hanging inside were all old styles of black and gray, and there were no more than five or six pieces of school uniforms. Compared with the various denims, jackets, and baseball shirts in his closet , windbreaker, and all kinds of down jackets that I just bought recently, even less than one-tenth of them.
That old man Ye Jinxiang is so stingy? Or is it that the mother and son are hypocritical and refuse to accept his help
The more Ye Qin thought about it, the more upset he became, he sat back on the bed and took out his new mobile phone from his pocket: "Stand still, I'll take a picture for you."
Cheng Feichi couldn't keep up with the speed of his thinking, and just raised his head to stop it, when there was a "click", the handsome face of the 18-year-old boy bathed in the afternoon sun was frozen on the screen.
On the winter solstice of this year, the first snow fell in the capital.
The food stalls are extremely busy at night. Whether young people who just got off work or middle-aged people looking for food with a tired face, they all choose to order a hot dumpling. Three or five friends gather together to celebrate traditional festivals as an excuse to drink lively.
Everyone in the back kitchen was so busy that they didn't even touch the floor, and Ye Qin couldn't afford the time of Chuancai's younger brother, so he sat outside alone, bored, and ran to the kitchen door to check his brain.
"Is there any work for me to keep the cold and warm the lungs?" He stretched his neck and asked.
Cheng Feichi had no time to take care of him, and it was certain that the young master would not be able to endure hardships, and would retreat after experiencing a little hardship.
What he didn't expect was that Yeqin had to wash the dishes for as long as he passed the dishes. The clean dishes were neatly piled up on the side according to their size. Yeqin became more serious when it was time to finish the washing. His forehead was sweating and he just raised his arm to wipe it off. The foam didn't stick to his face. Know.
"I'll be fine soon, just wait for me." Ye Qin took the time to say to Cheng Feichi, his hands didn't stop for a moment.
In the end, the boss gave the part-time dishwasher two hundred dollars. Ye Qin grinned so much that his mouth reached his ears. After counting and touching the two red bills, they said triumphantly that they wanted to buy a new pair of gloves, woolen ones.
As soon as he got outside, he was wilted, the weather was freezing, his breath turned into ice, and the snow was falling for a whole day, and it was falling from the sky like a black hole. A big sneeze made Ye Qin's brain ache, and when he shrank to push the bicycle, Cheng Feichi stepped on the snow and walked in front of him.
"Did you forget to wear gloves again?"
Ye Qin shrank his neck, not wanting him to see his guilty conscience, and let out a small "hmm".
Cheng Feichi took out the gloves from his jacket pocket, and when Ye Qinmei stretched out his hands to let him put them on, the person half a head taller in front of him raised his hand and wiped the oil stains on his face with the suede cloth inside the gloves.
Ye Qin subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them, Cheng Feichi had already walked up to his car under the eaves, patted the snow on the car seat with his bare hands, and pushed hard on the road.
Ye Qin put the gloves on slowly, always feeling that the atmosphere was subtly quiet, suitable for saying something, and also suitable for asking for something.
"Hey," he called out behind Cheng Feichi, "do you know what day it is today?"
Cheng Feichi didn't look back: "Winter Solstice."
"besides."
"have no idea."
Ye Qin noticed that Cheng Feichi was resisting turning back, so he refused to admit defeat, and wanted this guy to turn back for him.
"It's the forty-fifth day I've been chasing you." Ye Qin raised his voice, "It's also my birthday."
Cheng Feichi paused and stopped.
For no reason, Ye Qin's heart beat a little faster. He swallowed his saliva, and the north wind covered the slight tremor in his voice: "Do you have anything to say to me?"
He didn't realize how limp his voice was when he drew into it. It seemed to be acting like a baby, and it seemed that all the warm sunshine gathered on him, making the bone-chilling cold around him less unbearable.
Cheng Feichi turned around, and his feet made a dry crunching sound in the snow.
Yeqin stood under the street lamp, his eyes were illuminated by a little light, and there was something called "expectation" in it.
Cheng Feichi looked at him, exhaled slowly, and said in compromise, "Happy birthday."
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