"Why did you ask that then?"
Chen Linlin asked, "What do you think?"
Xun Yuming pushed his glasses, leaned against the bedside pillow, and said, "I don't know either. Maybe..."
"What do you want to say?" Chen Linlin encouraged him.
"Maybe..." Xun Yuming chewed on these two words, and recalled: "I was cowardly and a little withdrawn at that time, and American culture liked lively children. Maybe I saw an Asian and felt close, so I wanted to be with him. He makes friends."
"You don't look like someone who takes the initiative to make friends with others." Chen Linlin shook his head, smiled and said, "Zhuang Yi is not an introvert either."
Thinking of Zhuang Yi's appearance when he was in school, Xun Yuming nodded and said, "Oh, of course, I haven't seen a better...how can I say it?"
He didn't know how to describe it, Zhuang Yi was an indescribable existence to him, not to mention that verbal expression has never been his strong point.
Chen Linlin naturally has a set of cognitive judgments about Zhuang Yi, but as a psychological counselor, he still guides Xun Yuming to confide in him: "Then what kind of person do you think he is?"
"he… "
Xun Yuming's eyes fell on a certain point in the void, he frowned and pondered, as if he was debating which word would be appropriate to describe Zhuang Yi. Clearly, this is a difficult task.
He pondered for a long time, then said discouragedly: "I don't know how to say it, he is probably the warmest person I have ever met."
Xun Yuming thinks that the term "warmth" is inappropriate, because it is used too much, and it loses its original weight. But he couldn't think of another description.
The ups and downs of Xun Yuming's thoughts, recalling all kinds of things in the past, are still vivid in his mind.
He also didn't understand why he blurted out and asked him "Can we be friends". In fact, since he was a child, he has never said such a thing to anyone.
But Zhuang Yi looked at him and smiled gently, shining on him like a sun.
He suddenly felt so lonely, so lonely, on the 9.37 million square kilometers of land, he was the only one. He longed to catch Zhuang Yi, the straw that might disappear at any time.
Zhuang Yi did not disappoint him either, nodded and asked, "Why not?"
Why can't we be friends
As if through telepathy, he didn't know how much courage it took the little boy in front of him to ask this question, but he just felt that if he didn't agree, the door in his heart might be closed and never open again.
Xun Yuming smiled, he didn't look very excited, but the corners of his eyes and brows lit up suddenly, as if there was brilliance in an instant.
Zhuang Yi glanced at his dormitory and asked, "Would you like to go to the football game with us?" It's probably not easy to stay in the dormitory.
"is it okay?"
Xun Yuming really didn't want to go back to the dormitory. His roommate and his project required a dark environment, so he went to the laboratory at ten o'clock every night. It's only half past six and the next three and a half hours are going to be hell. He wants to go out with Zhuang Yi and escape, but he doesn't understand sports and has no tickets.
"Why not?" Zhuang Yi said, "I'm a substitute, and taking you in will be a piece of cake."
Xun Yuming smiled, showing two white front teeth: "Then wait for me, I'll go talk to my roommate!"
He hurried into the house, not knowing what to say inside, and quickly came out with his schoolbag on his back, saying, "Let's go."
Zhuang Yi went downstairs to pick up his bicycle, took him to the main gate of the school, and then walked to drive the car.
He has tall legs and long strides, and it is quite difficult for Xun Yuming to follow him. Zhuang Yi slowed down and asked as he walked, "Why are you carrying such a big schoolbag? Isn't it too heavy?"
Xun Yuming said: "It's okay, I brought a water bottle, books, toilet paper and so on."
They walked through the central square. At this time, many people were walking nearby, and there were people running on the green lawn from time to time. Zhuang Yi passed by a group of students playing tennis, and several people shouted at him: "Hey, Zhuang, come and play!"
Zhuang Yi declined politely, put his arms around Xun Yuming's shoulder and said with a smile: "We are going to watch the game, today is Red Tide vs. Golden Bear!"
"Oh, please." The person on the other side said, "Is it still worth watching? The Golden Bears are our sworn enemy, and they won't be able to beat the Crimson Tide in their next life!"
"Come on, what if a miracle happens?"
Zhuang Yi walked away with a smile, Xun Yuming raised his head in his arms and asked, "What are you talking about?"
The car was parked on Palm Avenue outside the school. Zhuang Yi found his silver-gray Volvo, opened the passenger door for him, and explained: "The Golden Bears are the football team of the University of California, Berkeley, and the Crimson Tide is the football team of the University of Alabama. Football team."
He said as he got into the cab and started the car, "Although the Golden Bears are very strong, the University of Alabama is one of the strongest teams. They have won 11 championships in the Guangxi University League, and even won the bowl game." There have been more than 30 championships. Therefore, the Golden Bears are against the Crimson Tide. Everyone thinks that the Golden Bears have no hope. Moreover, the Golden Bears and our school’s red team are deadly rivals on the court, and many students are unwilling to encourage them.”
Xun Yuming was confused, he didn't understand anyway, so he didn't ask anymore, he opened his schoolbag and took out his dinner, and asked, "Can I eat?"
"Eat." Zhuang Yi drove to Berkeley, and said while driving: "I'm going to wash the car tomorrow, so eat whatever you want and don't be afraid of getting dirty. By the way, do you drink any water in my trunk?"
"I drink milk." Xun Yuming took out a large bottle of whole milk, plugged it in with a straw, and said, "My grandpa said that I have to drink milk every night, so I can grow taller with more calcium."
Zhuang Yi looked at his size, and thought that drinking milk every day seemed useless, but he didn't mean anything to him.
Forty minutes later, they arrived in Berkeley. Xun Yuming got out of the car with his schoolbag on his back, and there was already a line of people waiting in the distance. Zhuang Yi went up to greet his friends, pointed to Xun Yuming, and introduced: "This is my friend Xun Yuming, come with us."
There was a white man with pigtails in the crowd, with his trouser pockets in his pockets, he smiled and said, "Hey, where did this kid come from? Is it your brother?"
Xun Yuming was a little stage frightened, so he boldly went over to introduce himself: "Hello, I'm Zhuang Yi's classmate, not his younger brother."
"He is a young genius." Zhuang Yi said with a smile, "He will go to college when he is fifteen."
Everyone whistled at the same time, and praised him for his greatness. When Xun Yuming was praised, his ears were red, his heart was full of joy, and he only said thank you.
Seeing this, Zhuang Yi quietly asked: "How are you doing, are you happy?"
Xun Yuming pushed his glasses and said, "Well, it's okay."
One cannot be complacent.
After a group of people gathered, a few drivers took everyone to the stadium.
The game hadn't started yet at this time, the stadium was packed with people, and it was hard to find a parking space. People are crowded everywhere, and the open-air seats are like dumplings. Fortunately, Zhuang Yi is a new member of the red jacket team, so he can enjoy the inner box, and the lounge is directly connected to the private stand in the front row.
Xun Yuming followed him in, and he heard the sound of heated discussion around him from afar. Zhuang Yi settled him down, went to the bar and asked the staff for a few drinks, and asked, "What do you drink? There are juices, carbonated drinks, coffee and wine."
Xun Yuming just drank milk, waved his hand and said, "No need, I'm not thirsty."
"Then what do you want to eat?" Zhuang Yi smiled, "French fries, fried chicken, hot dogs... Do you want ice cream?"
"It's really unnecessary." Xun Yuming couldn't let it go, although Zhuang Yi agreed to be friends with him, but they just met after all, and it was too embarrassing to eat and drink.
Xiao Zhui was not as polite as him, bought a bunch of snacks and piled them on the table, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Eat, kid, don't be shy!"
Xun Yuming was embarrassed to make a request, and he was also embarrassed to refuse the kindness. He was afraid that others would think he was disgusted, so he could only stuff snacks one by one. Zhuang Yi and his friends shouted excitedly for the event, and he ate silently on the sidelines. By the halftime break, Xun Yuming could hardly stand up.
Zhuang Yi was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, or dare not speak up if he had a problem, so he kept turning his head to pay attention to his movements, but he didn't expect him to be eating all the time.
"How long have you been hungry? Didn't you eat a sandwich on the way here just now?" He came in and asked during the game break.
Xun Yuming was so choked that he hiccupped, panting heavily, and said, "I hiccup...it seems to hiccup...eat too much."
His stomach was swollen, and he felt like the fried chicken would roll out of his throat every time he burped, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit.
"Are you okay?" Xun Yuming's face turned pale, Zhuang Yi felt something was wrong, and couldn't help but began to worry, "Get up and walk, how about I go out with you to digest food?"
Just as he was talking, there was a sudden burst of cheers outside, and the sound of slogans came one after another. With a whistle, the two quarters of the second half began.
"Zhuang, come quickly!" Xiao Zhui urged from the stands, for fear that he would miss the exciting scene. "here we go!"
Seeing this, Xun Yuming supported the back of the sofa, and said, "No hiccups...you go to see hiccups... let's go to the game hiccups..." After speaking, he bent down while covering his stomach, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
How dare Zhuang Yi continue to watch the game, grabbed the car keys and urged: "Go, I'll take you to the hospital."
Xun Yuming still refused, but Zhuang Yi had dragged him out of the box: "Stop dawdling, I think something will happen to you!"
It was dark outside, the game was not over yet, and there was no one on the street. Zhuang Yi left early, forced him into the carriage, and hurried to a nearby hospital.
Xun Yuming didn't feel anything at first, it was just a bloated stomach, and then his stomach hurt more and more, and he slumped on his seat, unable to speak.
Zhuang Yi was afraid that something would happen to him, so he probed his forehead, but luckily it wasn't hot. He parked the car casually at the entrance of the hospital, picked up Xun Yuming and ran to the emergency room. The nurse on duty caught up and placed the man on the hospital bed.
Xun Yuming refused to cooperate, and struggled: "Don't... I don't live in the hospital."
"You are sick, you must be checked." Zhuang Yi pressed his throbbing arm, and said softly: "Obey, let the doctor draw your blood."
Xun Yuming muttered and refused, Zhuang Yi lay next to his mouth and listened to him say: "I'm in arrears with insurance... I won't be hospitalized."
It turned out to be for this.
Zhuang Yi patted the back of his hand, put it next to his ear, and comforted him: "Don't worry about it, treat the disease first if you are obedient, I have brought the money."
Xun Yuming wanted to say something more, but the nurse pushed him away. He was taken to have two tubes of blood drawn successively, and then went to the imaging room to take a film, checked around and was finally diagnosed as acute gastroenteritis. When Zhuang Yi came back after completing the formalities, he had finished his tossing and was lying in the lounge for infusion.
"You scared me to death." Zhuang Yi closed the door and said while sitting on the sofa beside the hospital bed, "I must have had gastroenteritis from eating too much and being too greasy."
Xun Yuming turned his head, with a guilty expression on his face, and whispered: "I'm sorry. I delayed you from watching the football game."
If I had known that he might as well stay in the dormitory, it would neither cost money for getting sick nor affect Zhuang Yi watching the game.
"There are football games every year, so you can't watch them at any time." Zhuang Yi poured a glass of warm water to feed him, touched his head and said, "As long as you are fine, don't eat so much in the future."
"How do I know that Americans can eat so much?" Xun Yuming swallowed two sips of water, complaining flatly, "their fried chicken is too big!"
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