3.
One afternoon is enough time for Xia Liang and Aunt Song Qiyan's two little babies to get along well. Qi Ning and Qi Jing sat next to Xia Liang, one on the left and one on the right, pulling her to talk about interesting things in school, and asking her about things in college.
"Brother... Uh, hasn't Albert told you about the things in our school
The two little girls are both hands-on.
Qi Jing curled her lips, "Albert seldom tells us about his school, and he doesn't talk a lot every time he comes."
Qi Ning propped his chin, pretending to be old-fashioned, "Well, he is basically like everyone else, Albert's EQ is very low."
Then the two little guys looked at her with wide eyes, "How did Albert, who has such a low EQ, catch up with you?"
Xia Liang was stunned, then blushed, and patted the heads of the two little guys respectively, "We are just alumni, don't think too much. How old are you?"
"12!" The two little guys said in unison.
Xia Liang: "..."
Su Wei just came out of the kitchen and looked at them helplessly, "Annie, Angie, don't bully Summer." She smiled and looked at Xia Liang, "I didn't eat much for lunch, we eat lunner, and it will be ready in ten minutes, they Dad is coming back soon. Xiao Xia, go up and ask A Yan to come down for dinner."
Xia Liang was naturally eager to get away from the two little guys who were trying to gossip, and obediently went upstairs.
"Go upstairs and turn left to the end room."
"knew."
Xia Liang went upstairs and let out a breath.
Two gossip little ghost heads.
She walked lightly and walked to the room at the end on the left. The door was closed, and it was quiet inside. Xia Liang knocked on the door twice.
There was a slight rubbing sound inside, as if someone was flipping under the quilt.
"Please come in." Xia Liang unscrewed the doorknob and walked in lightly.
The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, so the room was dark. She looked at the furnishings in the room. It was very simple, with only a bed, a wardrobe, a bookcase, and a desk and chair. There is a stack of books on the desk, and the bookcase is also full.
She looked on the bed, Song Qiyan was still lying on the bed.
She walked a few steps, but was embarrassed to get too close, and stopped a meter away, "Well, I'm almost ready for dinner in ten minutes. Auntie asked me to come and call you."
Song Qiyan seemed to have just woken up, not quite sober yet, and looked at her with dark, deep and somewhat misty eyes, and only after a while did he say "um" in a heavily nasal voice.
Song Qiyan, who was angry about getting up, was inexplicably... very cute.
Song Qiyan hugged the quilt, still lying there, watching Xia Liang very quietly.
The room was quiet, and even the noise of the two little guys downstairs could be heard clearly.
Xia Liang bit her lower lip, "Then, you get up?"
Song Qiyan still looked at her quietly, and his nasal voice was still thick, "Yeah."
Looking at it, Xia Liang's ears began to heat up.
She coughed dryly, "Then I'm going downstairs, you get up."
"Wait." Song Qiyan finally got up, lifted the quilt and sat up.
Xia Liang turned her head and saw his wrinkled white T-shirt and his rare messy hair, "What's wrong?"
Song Qiyan didn't seem to be fully awake yet, so he reacted for two or three seconds, then took a sip from the water glass on the bedside table, and cleared his throat. He patted the bed beside him and motioned Xia Liang to sit down.
Xia Liang looked at his hands, walked over slowly and sat down.
Song Qiyan was silent for a while, "Sorry, I didn't tell you in advance when I returned to China this time."
Xia Liang: "..." He didn't tell her in advance when he returned home, why did he need to apologize? She still waved her hand and smiled awkwardly, "It's okay."
Song Qiyan looked at her, and after her ears turned red again from the stare, he said slowly, "I went back in a hurry this time because my grandma was seriously ill." His hoarse voice recounted that month in the dark and quiet room. "When I went back, my grandma had been notified of critical illness. Her illness had been repeated for a long time, and it was not unexpected that she was seriously ill this time. The old man himself knew that he was getting old, so I went back. At that time, although she said why I had to delay my studies and came back to see her, she was actually very happy. About a week after I went back, grandma’s condition seemed to have improved and she was energetic. Everyone thought that grandma survived again. But," he was silent for a few seconds, took a sip of water, "that night, grandma suddenly left."
Xia Liang sat on the side, not knowing what to say.
They are all students studying abroad. People who don’t know or understand will only react first, “they have money at home”, “burning money”, “gold-plating abroad”, etc. Few people will understand that they are also very serious. Studying, studying things that pave the way for the future very seriously, even harder than many college students in China. What's more, they are far away from their families and hometowns, start an independent life early, and bear the longing for their families alone. More often than not, they feel guilty and worried. Once the family members have any problems during this period, they can't even go back to accompany their families at any time like domestic children, and vice versa.
The pressure and hardships behind them are beyond the comprehension of many domestic college students.
Song Qiyan continued calmly, with no emotion in his tone, but it still made Xia Liang feel distressed, "Then it was to deal with the funeral of the old man. The funeral and everything, it took about a month for everything to be done. , I just came back. That’s why I spent so long in the country.”
Xia Liang was very serious in front of the listener, and after he finished speaking and fell silent, he stretched out his hand hesitantly, put it on his shoulder, and organized his words, "In the past few years, the old man at home They are all at this age, and illness is inevitable. They are also satisfied to see us juniors grow up healthy and happy. After all, studying abroad is different from that in China. Many times we cannot be with our family. You... I have fulfilled my responsibility and sent your grandma one last time before she left. Besides, she must be very happy to see that you are so good. "
Song Qiyan heard her gentle voice say comforting words, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips. He looked down at her hand on his shoulder, saw that she retreated slightly after receiving his gaze, and stroked her hair with a smile, "Thank you, Xia Xia."
Xia Liang was startled, and then almost jumped up from the edge of his bed.
Xia Xia
Song Qiyan looked at her suddenly flushed face, and couldn't help laughing again.
And Xia Liang was completely stunned.
This person... is definitely the representative of Bai Meisheng who looks back and smiles. On weekdays, he is always expressionless, although he is not cold and harsh, he also appears a little distant, but at this moment with a warm smile on his face, it is definitely...
The villain in Xia Liang's heart covers her face, Bei Yan, please restrain yourself, she has a good voice and sweet face, she really can't hold it anymore!
Song Qiyan saw her staring blankly at his face, and felt for the first time that his "good skin" was not so useless. He patted the top of her hair lightly, "Xia Xia, I'm not that good." Then he suddenly frowned, seeming a little uncomfortable.
Xia Liang swallowed the rebuttal that was almost blurted out, "Brother, what's wrong with you?" She got up, walked to the door and turned on the light, only then did she notice his unusually red cheeks.
Xia Liang walked back to him quickly, bent down and touched his forehead with the back of his hand, helplessly and eagerly, "It's so hot! You have a fever!"
Perhaps because of the fever, Song Qiyan was still somewhat unresponsive, and then put a finger on his lips in a confidential gesture, "Don't tell my aunt. It's Thanksgiving, don't spoil their interest." Then he stood up and wanted to go out. Walk.
Xia Liang held his hand eagerly, "Then what should you do? The temperature seems to be quite high."
Song Qiyan glanced at their handshake, then eased his brows and eyes, and squeezed her hand, "Don't worry. Let's leave early after we have a good meal. I have prepared medicine in my apartment." He looked at Xia Liang still taking her With anxious eyebrows and eyes, he chuckled, "Xia Xia, I'm a doctor."
Xia Liang puffed her lips, and muttered, "It's not like doctors can't get sick." Even she didn't realize it, and there was a bit of naive accusation in her tone.
Song Qiyan blinked at her, "It's time for dinner. I'm going to wash my face now."
Xia Liang was attracted by his bright black eyes, and it took him a while to wake up like a dream, "Ah", he shook off his hand, and ran away with red cheeks.
Song Qiyan watched her hurriedly go downstairs with a smile in her eyes.
He walked into the bathroom, splashed some cold water on his face, and let the water drip down. He looked at the figure in the mirror, and poked his own face childishly. There seemed to be the cool temperature of her hand on her forehead.
very nice.
The author has something to say: Well, I am a fan of Beiyan University~
o(︶︿︶)o Alas, the problem of studying abroad is very real. Many people say that the first reaction of international students is the "rich second generation". Few people would think that a large part of international students are also pursuing better education. If you want to enter a good university, you need to put in as much effort as domestic students. Candidates for high school. And take the United States as an example. Many students in China feel that after the college entrance examination, entering university is finally liberated. In the United States, university is much harder than high school. There are endless papers, projects, etc., and it is not like children in China who can go home at any time. Especially the elderly at home, as they get older, their bodies are naturally not as strong as before. The international students can only worry about something in silence, and cannot be by their side at any time.
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One push per day:
"The World is a Painting"---He Tu, Si Xia
I haven't found out that Tushen still has this song~ and Si Xia's voices are particularly harmonious. Needless to say, Si Xia's voice is very beautiful~ The accompaniment at the beginning (it should be cucurbit silk... I guess), it is beautiful~