Chapter 6

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time before grandma's voice came over again, "Okay, now that you have made up your mind, grandma won't force you. You look obedient and obedient, but you are actually very stubborn in your bones. It's no use what others say. You only promise grandma, you must take care of yourself, and you must tell grandma if you have something, don't just report good news but not bad news. "

"Yes, I understand, you should also take a good rest. Look at what time it is now, go to sleep, and I'll call you tomorrow during the day, okay?"

Fan Xing knew that his grandmother's concession was helpless, and he felt uneasy in his heart, but right now he had no choice.

"Okay." After speaking, grandma suddenly remembered something, and answered: "By the way, you can call Xiao Ai. He came to the hospital today to do volunteer work and came to see me by the way. He didn't know that you were not coming back, and Looking forward to going to the same university as you soon.”

Fan Xing didn't expect to hear this name suddenly, he couldn't help clenching his hand while holding the phone, his voice was very soft: "I will contact him."

After hanging up the phone, Fan Xingwo was dazed on the hanging chair, and his slender fingers unconsciously wrote a few letters-eric on his arm.

eric is Xiao Ai in grandma's mouth. Like Fan Xing, he is Asian. The difference is that he is a very rich Asian and goes to the best aristocratic school.

The first time Fan Xing met him was in a nationwide math competition. Both of them participated, and the other won first place.

At that time, Fan Xing thought he was the kind of middle school student president type, tall, rich, handsome, academic, serious and rigorous in his work, and a role model for everyone in the eyes of teachers.

It was only later that he realized that he had made a mistake. The other party was just like a different person when he left the school. He took off his glasses, took off his school uniform, and started fighting. How could he still be an ascetic school tyrant who would help his classmates with their homework? Just a typical bad boy.

Fan Xing, who had just seen the other party win the first prize in the National Mathematics Competition, saw the other party effortlessly beat up a few gangsters with bruises and bruises, Fan Xing thought he had mistaken someone, how could anyone have such a big contrast?

He really got to know Eric a few weeks later. He was working in a cafe, and he met a few drunk gangsters. foot.

At this time, Eric appeared, and without saying a word, he knocked a few people down, and forced them to apologize to Fan Xing.

Afterwards, Fan Xing invited him to drink coffee to express his gratitude. The other party suddenly came up to him: "I know you. We were in the same group in the last math competition."

Fan Xing was a little surprised. After all, he didn't play well last time, and he didn't have any rankings. The other party really had no reason to notice him.

The other party seemed to see through his mind, and smiled like a stinking cat: "I have always seen pretty boys." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is eric, how about you?"

That is, on that day, they officially met, but there was no intersection. After all, one went to the best aristocratic middle school, and the other went to a public high school that didn't cost money, so there was really no chance to meet each other.

However, some people are destined to be different from others from the moment he appears.

In Fan Xing's heart, eric is that person.

He used to be happy that he could finally go to the same university as Eric and stayed up all night. But now, they are separated from each other, and... he is married to someone else.

Fan Xing's heart suddenly felt sad. This is the first time he has released this feeling to attack himself after he decided to marry He Qingmo.

Just this time, the last time...

He kept reminding himself in his heart, reminding himself.

After a long time, he was relieved from this emotion, and he checked that it was past five o'clock in the afternoon.

He quickly cleaned up his mood, got up and went downstairs with the computer in his arms, thinking that He Qingmo was at home, and he couldn't make dinner too casually, so he went downstairs directly to the kitchen. Only to find a sticky note on the fridge - I don't have to wait for dinner.

The handwriting is fluent and flying, pleasing to the eye, especially beautiful.

Although He Qingmo had pulled his handwriting last night, the words written just by dipping them in water were not clear after all, not as intuitive as they were written on paper.

Fan Xing stared at the word with envy. He was reluctant to throw away the note, and put it in his pocket, intending to copy it at night.

Since He Qingmo was not at home, it didn't matter what he had for dinner. Fan Xing plans to make a soup dumpling.

Although he grew up abroad, he still likes Chinese food, and his grandmother's cooking skills are very good.

For something like soup dumplings, make more and store them in the refrigerator. Whenever you want to eat them, take them out and steam them. It is also very convenient.

He Qingmo's assistant is a real person. At noon, Fan Xing just said that he wanted to buy some ingredients, and the assistant came directly to fill the kitchen.

In this way, it is convenient for Fan Xing to do whatever he wants.

But making soup dumplings is a bit of a hassle, mixing noodles, chopping stuffing and rolling noodles. In short, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when he was done working.

He ate two casually, cleaned up the kitchen, and brought his laptop over to sit in the dining room and get busy.

There were some things he should have done in the afternoon, but a phone call from his grandmother made him start to indulge himself, but nothing happened.

He first processed the video of making soup dumplings just now, edited it into a five-minute short video, added text commentary and Bgm, and then opened a well-known domestic video website to register as the master of Up, and put this video on teaching dumplings to make soup dumplings. sent up.

After posting it, he did not quit, but searched for similar videos to watch.

He himself is not unfamiliar with this website. When he is abroad, he will occasionally read it and follow the instructions on it.

But now he intends to become this type of Up master himself, and he has to learn more, such as video recording and editing, text commentary or direct voice commentary, commentary style, etc. All these need to be learned.

He was so invested in watching that he forgot the time for a while, until he heard the sound of the door opening, and he realized that it was already past twelve o'clock.

He quickly turned off the computer, jumped off the chair, and ran out to greet him. He Qingmo had already entered the door, his suit was draped over his arms, and he was changing his shoes with his head down.

Fan Xing took the initiative to come forward to say hello, "Brother is back." He took the man's clothes and hung them up. The faint smell of alcohol on the man's body made him a little uncomfortable.