Picking Up Stars

Chapter 29

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"Ah," Hua Tong was surprised when he saw Qin Fang, "What did I do?"

"Nothing," Qin Fang put on a black mask and spoke in a nasal voice, "Just pretending to be cool."

"Forget about your voice," Hua Tong tapped Qin Fang's shoulder with the book in his hand, "Have you caught a cold?"

Qin Fang said "hmm": "A little bit."

"Can even a big animal catch a cold?" Hua Tong blinked, "Became a mortal?"

"Get out." Qin Fang didn't bother to talk to him, his head seemed to be filled with paste, it was too heavy to lift up, and his eyelids were heavy.

Qin Fang hadn't been sick for so long, he almost forgot what it was like, but this time he felt it deeply. The bones and muscles all over my body were aching, and acid was spreading from the joints of the bones, and I just wanted to lie down and not move.

He was in the same teaching building as Hua Tong in class this day, they had upstairs and downstairs classrooms, and Hua Tong made an appointment to have lunch together at noon. In fact, Qin Fang can't bear to eat, but it's not a problem not to eat, and he gets better more slowly.

"How long has it been since you came home?" Hua Tong asked him during dinner.

Qin Fang thought for a while and said, "I didn't come back after my birthday. Yangyang has a younger brother, so he didn't rush me."

"If you don't urge you, you really won't come back," Hua Tong said, "You will have to go back to get a sense of presence almost every now and then."

Qin Fang looked up: "Look at my current state, do I still have a sense of presence?"

"When you go back like this, your little stepmother should think that you are going to pretend to be pitiful," Hua Tong sneered twice, "I think you can go back, you are probably worth one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand for your miserable appearance. "

Qin Fang put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth and shook his head.

He really didn't want to go back, he just wanted to lie down in the dormitory except for class. He usually only returns to Jian's house when he misses Jian Muyang, let alone when he is not feeling well now.

But it didn't stop after all, as soon as Jian Muyang called, Qin Fang went back.

He hadn't seen Jian Muyang for more than three weeks. Although he didn't say he wanted him to come back on the phone, Qin Fang couldn't bear the child's soft voice when he spoke.

Deciding to go back on the spur of the moment, Qin Fang got up, changed his clothes, and left with his mobile phone and car keys.

It was a little late, and they had already eaten when they returned. Jian Mingtao was not at home, Dong Yin was sitting on the sofa teasing the baby, and Jian Muyang was sitting on the carpet next to him watching. In addition to the original aunt, there is now a confinement wife and a babysitter.

As soon as he opened the door and came in, everyone in the room looked over.

Jian Muyang jumped up instantly with a scream, and threw himself on Qin Fang: "Brother, why are you back!"

Wearing a mask, Qin Fang touched his head and said, "Come back and see you."

After he finished speaking, he turned to Dong Yin and called "Aunt Yin".

"Xiao Fang has a cold?" Dong Yin looked at him and asked with concern, "Have you taken any medicine?"

"I've eaten." Qin Fang changed his shoes and came in.

"Come and see my brother." Dong Yin called him with a smile.

Qin Fang shook his head and cleared his throat behind the mask: "I have a cold, but it's not over."

Qin Fang also forgot about this, otherwise he would not be able to return today. The baby's resistance was weak. Although Qin Fang should have caught a cold himself, not a virus flu, he still didn't pass it.

Jian Muyang sat in the room clinging to Qin Fang, very happy.

"Brother, I miss you so much!" Jian Muyang said with wide eyes.

Qin Fang leaned back to avoid him: "Stay away from me, you have a cold."

"It's okay!" Jian Muyang still rubbed over, "I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

For Jian Muyang, Qin Fang didn't need to pay so much attention, he pinched his face: "If you catch a cold, you have to be isolated from your brother."

"It's your brother too!" Jian Muyang retorted in a low voice.

Qin Fang smiled, nodded and said "yes".

Jian Muyang looked quite normal on the surface, but Qin Fang's intuition was quite accurate. After the initial joy passed, it could be seen that he was actually a little downcast, not as talkative as usual.

Qin Fang looked at him for a while, then told him to come over.

Jian Muyang had already changed into his pajamas, and came to sit cross-legged next to him: "What are you doing?"

Qin Fang asked him: "If you have any small emotions, tell your brother about it."

Jian Muyang shook his head: "No."

He didn't want to say, Qin Fang also respected his little thought.

Jian Mingtao didn't come back until the next morning, and Qin Fang had already packed up and was about to leave. I slept with Jian Muyang, Jian Muyang had no class on the weekend morning, Qin Fang played with him for a while, and planned to go back to school.

Jian Mingtao opened the door and came in. He had just landed on a business trip. Qin Fang called "Dad", and Jian Mingtao responded.

Dong Yin came down from upstairs, holding the baby in her arms. As soon as she got off, Jian Muyang went to see her younger brother. Dong Yin held the child and couldn't see her feet. She didn't step on the last step firmly and almost stepped on the air.

Jian Mingtao reprimanded Jian Muyang: "I'm frizzy all day long."

Jian Muyang glanced at his father, but took a step back without making a sound.

Dong Yin walked over to sit on the sofa and put the baby down. Jian Muyang reached out to touch his younger brother's face, but Dong Yin blocked it with her hand and asked him, "Did Yang Yang wash his hands?"

Jian Muyang pursed his lips, nodded and said, "It's been washed."

Qin Fang was about to leave, but he didn't leave now. He wore a mask and sat on the single sofa playing with his mobile phone. Jian Muyang came over to stand beside him, Qin Fang patted the armrest of his sofa, and motioned for Jian Muyang to sit up.

The two of them huddled together to watch Qin Fang play games. In fact, Qin Fang played casually and kept losing.

Seeing that Qin Fang was wearing a mask, Jian Mingtao asked him what was wrong.

Qin Fang didn't look up: "It's okay."

Dong Yin smiled and said to Jian Mingtao, "Xiao Fang really likes Yang Yang."

"Well, brother." Jian Mingtao said casually.

"Xiao Fang hasn't hugged my little brother yet. I asked him to hug him when he came back yesterday. Xiao Fang just wants to play with Yang Yang, and let Yang Yang be entangled." Dong Yin's voice was neither soft nor heavy, and said slowly .

Qin Fang looked up at her, then lowered his head and continued playing the game.

Jian Mingtao said to Qin Fang lightly, "They are all your younger brothers."

Qin Fang said "hmm": "They are all your sons too."

Jian Mingtao frowned and moved his lips, but he still didn't say anything.

Qin Fang wore a mask on his face, only his eyes were exposed, so that he could stare at others more directly. Dong Yin carried the baby upstairs to nurse, and only Jian Mingtao and their brothers were left downstairs. Qin Fang told Jian Muyang, "Yangyang, go to my closet and help me find a black coat."

Jian Muyang ran upstairs "peddling".

"The younger one is your son, and the older one is also your son." Qin Fang's voice was very low, and he raised his eyelids to look at his father. "Families with a second child always ignore the older one. Children of this age are very sensitive."

Jian Mingtao raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say," Qin Fang stood up, put his phone into his trouser pocket, "you, and your wife, don't focus on your new son, Yang Yang is good enough, don't always be cold-faced to him because of the young one, no The child is willing to see the cold face of parents, that feeling is not good."

"What did Yang Yang tell you?" Jian Mingtao never cared about these things. He didn't pay much attention to the children. Qin Fang didn't know if he could take it seriously after telling him.

"I didn't say anything." Qin coughed twice behind the mask, "I watched it myself."

Jian Muyang brought him a coat, Qin Fang took it, patted his head, said a few words to him, and drove away.

Jian Muyang stood at the door to see him off, and Qin Fang shook his phone at him, asking him to call something. Jian Muyang nodded with a grin. After all, he was still young, and passed away with a little emotion.

Qin Fang is a good brother, and it's not for nothing that Jian Muyang is so clingy to him.

Living in Jane's house has never been easy, and it feels even more uncomfortable to stay overnight and say a few words. Qin Fang parked his car downstairs in the dormitory. When he went upstairs, he greeted the friends he knew, took out the key to open the door, and the phone rang in his pocket.

He raised his eyebrows, it turned out to be Xing Yan.

It's been a long time since he took the initiative to call, Qin Fang was a little surprised. But Qin Fang still remembered what they said when they were playing, and it made him feel a little bit stuck when he thought about it.

"Hello?" Qin Fang picked it up.

In the past, they were called "Brother Yan" directly, but now they don't.

Xing Yan asked him: "Eat together?"

Qin Fang said, "No."

Saying no is not because of anger, there is no anger, it is simply because of discomfort. It's really uncomfortable, and it's getting worse after returning from Jane's house. I just want to sleep because of the headache.

Xing Yan said on the phone: "That's something you can't say, don't say that I want to break up with you, and get angry at me."

Qin Fang pushed open the door, walked in and said, "I'm so angry at you."

"What's wrong with your throat?" Xing Yan asked him after he finished speaking.

"I have a cold." Qin Fang took off his mask and threw it on the table. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Then go to sleep." Xing Yan said.

"Well," Qin Fang said to him, "I'll call you later."

Qin Fang slept for four hours at a time, and actually woke up a few times in the middle, but couldn't open his eyes. I had several dreams, and I dreamed of too many people, but no one remembered it when I woke up.

But there was Xing Yan in one of the dreams, which I remember quite clearly.

Qin Fang sat up, stretched his sore arms, and sighed.

I got off the bed, went to the bathroom to tidy up, and looked in the mirror that I was a little more energetic than before.

He called Xing Yan and asked, "Where is it?"

"Dormitory," Xing Yan asked him, "Are you awake?"

"Well, go out to eat something?" Qin Fang said.

"Is it better?" Xing Yan asked over there.

"I don't know if it's better or not," Qin Fang said with a smile, "Anyway, I'm hungry."

Xing Yan said: "Twenty minutes to go downstairs."

In fact, Qin Fang didn't know if it was right for him to still be in contact with Xing Yan like this, but his personality made him not a entangled personality. It is true that he hadn't thought clearly about the relationship with Xing Yan and the questions Xing Yan asked him to think about, but it didn't mean that Qin Fang had to shrink back and hide.

He hasn't escaped since Xing Yan told him to open, he has always been positive.

One is because I can't let go of my friend Xing Yan, and the other is because the more I can't figure it out, the more I can't hide. Hiding is the most useless thing.

He would rather take the initiative to think and solve it, whether it is this or that, he should figure it out as soon as possible. I understand my own happiness, and I also give others an understanding. That's the way her character is, there's not so much entanglement and retreat.

Qin Fang still wore a mask when he went out, his face was ugly, and he was also afraid of infecting others.

As soon as Xing Yan met him, he pulled down his mask and looked at his face.

Qin Fang smiled and asked, "What are you doing?"

His lips were a bit dry, Xing Yan asked him: "Didn't you drink any water?"

"Forgot." Qin Fang said.

Xing Yan stuck his mask back to the bridge of his nose, and the high bridge of the nose supported the mask in a small arc. Xing Yan's fingers were a bit cold, and the little skin on the bridge of the nose that his fingers touched still felt cold for a long time afterwards.

The skin seemed to carry a memory, and that point of touch has been endlessly reminding him of the little touch just now. Qin sighed in his heart, and then pinched his nose again, trying to cover up the touch.

Xing Yan looked back at him and asked him, "What's wrong?"

Qin Fang shook his head and said, "It's okay, my nose is sore."