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Chapter 58
Chapter 58 Is Master pretending to be sick today (8)
Although this little church was forcibly arranged as a national language teacher, Xu Qichen loved this place very much. Perhaps this profession brought him a sense of security back to the comfort circle. don't know why, he seems to have a physique that attracts children. The most dependent teacher here is Xu Qichen.
Teach them to study words every day, but it's easy. The only thing I was worried about was my life problem. I knew that the timing bombing would explode sooner or later, but I could not see the countdown. This was the one who panicked most.
"Don't you contact your young master recently?"
Xu Qichen, who squatted on the ground, looked up and looked at Lin Nianzhi, who was high.
"He is very busy recently, I want to care about me."
Lin Nianzhi also squatted down and patted the little girl who was on the mud on the mud, "Yun Niu, cold outside, you went to the room to write.
The little girl ran back to the small house happily when she patted her buttocks happily.
Xu Qichen frowned, her eyes keen, "Is there something wrong with Song Yiyan?"
Lin Nianzhi said, "I also listened to others. Song Xiyan had a serious illness, and he had a high fever for several days. He lay in the hospital for several days."
Originally holding the branches on the ground with a silent hand, he paused, and then he spoke again after a while.
"You are so calm." Lin Nianzhi's side looked, and his face was puzzled. "Isn't Song Yiyan your lover?"
"So I know him than anyone else." Xu Qichen threw away the branches in his hand, patted the dust from the gown, and turned away.
Leave Lin Nianzhi sitting in place.
Strange, isn't this person always gentle and polite?
How do you feel that he seems angry.
Lin Nianzhi was too lazy to think about it. After finishing a foreign language class, he had to rush back to attend the reception. Before leaving, he asked Xu Qichen, "Do you want to have a fake?"
Xu Qichen visited the children to show the work, and did not lift his head. "What do you do?"
Lin Nianzhi glanced at him, "Detective illness, don't you go?"
Xu Qichen bent down and drew the circle seriously in Xi ’s work.
"Strangely strange, I can be regarded as half the principal, and I asked the instructor to leave." Lin Nianzhi's temper came out again. doing what."
Xu Qichen glanced at her and said in a very calm tone, "The person you like may go to the reception, and hurry up and dress up."
When he said this, Lin Nianzhi's face became red all of a sudden, and his speech began to be unfavorable. "What, I, I have no one who likes it."
Xu Qichen's heart, your character is called Ao Jiao in modern society.
Lin Nian's head, who was stimulated by him, left without returning. Xu Qichen continued to finish the class. When he came out, he found that there was only one instructor left in the entire school.
Do you have anything to do today?
Strangely, the elder sister who was responsible for cooking in the house also changed clothes and walked out. He said to him with a smile, "Do Mr. Sun not reunite with his family today?"
"Reunion?" Xu Qichen was puzzled, and the elder sister laughed. "The gentleman must have read a book to be confused. Today is Laba. I boiled some Laba porridge in my kitchen. Go home and go home. "
Xu Qichen smiled, "Thank you for a while. I will eat it for a while."
Modern life has been used to habits. When you come to the Republic of China, you have to live in the lunar calendar. It is really unaccustomed for a while. did not expect that it was Laba Festival today. Unfortunately, a complicated person like Sun Lin is a certain degree of homelessness at a certain extent.
The long -lost 0901 suddenly went online, "Mr. Xu, hello."
Xu Qichen replied in his heart, "It's been a long time."
0901: "I have been tested recently, so I don't have time to communicate emotionally with Mr. Xu."
Xu Qichen: "It's good, I don't look forward to this communication very much."
The tone of the squeezed 0901 is still the same. "Mr. Xu, I have always been very puzzled. Why do the protagonist in your novel not have a complete and warm family background? Some will not even mention the family's family. ","
It was too cold outside. Xu Qichen walked back to the church, covered the door, and opened a Bible on the table.
"Mr. Xu, do you refuse to answer my question?"
Xu Qichen said, "I am curious about the privacy of others. This hobby, I think it is a human patent."
0901 paused, "Okay, sorry Mr. Xu."
Xu Qichen looked down at the Bible, and it seemed that there was no impact, but the black box with memories in his heart had long been overturned, and the long -lost memories of the heart emerged again.
He doesn't like festivals, especially the various traditional festivals that advertise a warm word of reunion.
Contains the thoughts of low tide feelings, walking between this dense handwriting in this worn -out Bible, the more floating and farther, the colorful glass in front of the eyes becomes a small window in ordinary family. winter vacation.
He is also like now that he is sitting on the window and reading a book. The TV of the living room is playing the Spring Festival Gala that no one watched. It is as if someone is really celebrating the reunion holiday.
It was dark, and he thought whether he should cook a little frozen dumplings. As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he remembered that the aunt would have to get off work later, or decided to wait for her to eat.
Back to the empty room, the mobile phone rang without warning. Looking at the beating name on it, Xu Qichen's heart had a moment of paralysis, and he could only look at it for a while without connecting.
When the ringtone stopped abruptly, he realized that he missed the call, holding his phone, and was distressed whether he wanted to dial back, but he was afraid that the other party had made a mistake when he slid the address book.
What do you say?
-Happy New Year.
- You too, good new year.
That's it, don't say such uncomfortable polite words. Xu Qichen buckled his mobile phone on the table, his eyes returned to the pages, and the words were still those words, but he couldn't understand it.
The ringtone sounded again, which shocked him.
Hesitating to pick up the phone again, it is still the name just now.
If twice, it should not be wrong.
Gritten your teeth and connected the phone.
"Hey……"
The sound of the phone was very noisy, and the sound of the car whistle was very different from his deadly.
"Xu Qichen? Are you at home?"
His voice made Xu Qichen's ears itchy, "I'm here."
"What ..." The other party coughed a few times, "I'm downstairs in your house."
"What?" It's too surprised that it has blurted out like this, "You, how are you ..."
"I didn't lie to you, is there anyone in your family? Can you come down?"
His voice was clear, passing through the vague hustle and bustle, and passed to his ears in the current. Xu Qichen didn't know why, his heart pounded faster and faster, but his mouth was extremely difficult.
"Can't you? Is there a guest in your family?"
"No ..." The throat moved unnaturally. "I have no one in my family. When you wait, I will go down in a jacket."
He hurriedly hung up the phone, ran to the living room in cotton slippers, took a white long down jacket hanging on the porch hanger, put on the body, and shot the mirror before the door.
Live like a cylindrical rice cake.
It was too cold. Xu Qichen stuck the hat behind the down jacket while going downstairs, and the zipper was pulled to the top. do n’t know why, and he was always hesitant.
Isn't it a prank?
Why don't you ask him just now and why come over?
If you are really a prank, you can only blame yourself too stupid.
Thinking about it this way, was increasingly not looking forward to it. did not expect that had just came out of the stairs, and really saw a tall and thin figure, wearing a red down jacket, and standing in a pile of piles of fireworks.
He turned his back to himself, Xu Qichen walked over and coughed gently.
"You're down." He turned around, holding a thermos box in his hand, "I took dumplings for you."
Xu Qichen was puzzled and looked at him.
The opponent's hand dragged the woolen hat over his head, "Didn't you give me lunch for me last time? I want to return your feelings ... No, I can't say that ... I just want to give you to eat our home It's not right ... "The more he said, the more he said," I have a bad ability to express. Anyway, you accept it. Although I know that your family should have it, but ... in short, you still taste it. "
Xu Qichen was holding the lunch box, and the cold palms took the heat a little bit, and there was an inexplicable joy. He looked at the person who couldn't leave in front of him, and finally said the first sentence: "Have you already eaten New Year's Eve dinner?"
"Yeah." He always felt that his wool hat was wrong, so he pulled it down and rubbed his hair. "Eat at more than five o'clock, there are so many people. I don't know it. Now I am playing cards at home. I have nowhere to stay. "
The end of the last sentence brings some grievances. Xu Qichen lowered his head and didn't know what to say. He could only say it softly. Thank you.
"It's okay, don't guarantee the taste ... you must finish eating!" His hand clenched the woolen hat tightly, "Then me ..."
"I'm going home."/"Are you going to sit up?"
The two sentences sounded at the same time, and the sound was vague. It was sticky like rice cakes, but the other party quickly grabbed the key points. The black pupils were on, like the little match that was opened in the middle of the night.
"Is it really possible?" His expression converged a little, looking at the child who had a good time, rubbing his hand naturally, "I'm so cold."
"Um." Xu Qichen turned around, holding the lunch box, stepped on the steps step by step. The footsteps seem to be hanging with sugar, and each step becomes extremely difficult.
Want to look back, but can't mention courage.
In this way, walked slowly after walking three floors every day.
Touching the key in his pocket, opened the door, Xu Qichen bent over and took his slippers. "You can wear my slippers, my house has only two pairs of slippers, you can't wear my aunt."
"how about you?"
Xu Qichen didn't speak, and took a pair of thick fluffy floor socks on his feet. "This is fine."
"Your family is almost the same as I think."
Xu Qichen took off his jacket and raised the temperature of the air conditioner a few degrees, "Really."
"Well, like yours, it's very quiet and comfortable." After that, he explained again, "I mean it's very comfortable to get along with."
Xu Qichen still didn't speak, and silently poured him a cup of hot water.
The two of them sat on the sofa, watching the Spring Festival Gala, which is not as good as the year, and opened the small insulated lunch box.
Xu Qichen looked at the dumplings inside, each of them was oddly shaped, and he could hardly find a beautiful one, which was rare enough.
"Who cooks in your family?"
"my mother?"
"Is it delicious to cook?"
"Of course." The other party smiled proudly, revealing two small tiger teeth.
Xu Qichen lowered his head and looked at the unrecognizable dumplings.
Then it shouldn't be your mother's bag.
He didn't have a good appetite, but now he was craving dumplings unexpectedly, so he took chopsticks and gave him a pair by the way.
The other party was sneaky, and he had to poke lightly before each clip, just like an uncle who sells watermelons. , eating in silence.
Although it doesn't look like much, it still tastes good.
The other party ate quickly, one bite at a time, without chewing it carefully. In a blink of an eye, there was only one left in the box. He pushed the box in front of Xu Qichen and motioned for him to eat this one.
Xu Qichen glanced at him and said in a low voice, "I can't eat any more..."
He swallowed the dumplings in his mouth with great effort, and frowned, "Don't, there's only one left... how bad."
Xu Qichen sighed, picked up the bulging white dumpling, and took a bite.
A bang.
it hurts.
He spat out the dumplings in the box and poked it with his chopsticks.
Is this... a hard candy?
He looked sideways at the feeder with a surprised look, and the other party smiled even happier than just watching the sketch.
"Congratulations! You are too lucky to have eaten the only auspicious dumpling with sugar heart in our family!" His deep eyes turned into a crescent moon, "You will be very lucky in the coming year."
what……
The strange taste of this lucky dumpling still remained in his mouth, and Xu Qichen stared at the hard candy that had not completely melted.
What brand of sugar is this.
too sweet. Sweet to the point of tongue sour.
Hearing the sound of a car outside, Xu Qichen stood up and opened the door with the Bible in his hand. As he expected, a man got out of the black foreign car, wearing a dark green coat, and when he saw Xu Qichen, he laughed from a distance.
How can there be a feeling of saying that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.
Not the same person. Xu Qichen took a step back and wanted to close the door.
"Hey!" Song Yanyan ran over anxiously, grabbed the door panel, and his fingers were almost stuck.
Xu Qichen looked at his fingers like angrily. Song Yiyan laughed very much, and squeezed in hard, "What's wrong, because I didn't come to see you?"
Xu Qichen still didn't speak. When he saw him squeezed in, he walked out with the book.
Song Yiyan followed him tightly, and he was inseparable from one step.
Xu Qichen silently walked to his residence and opened the door. He was trying to keep him outside, but was still drilled by this cunning guy and squeezed in smoothly.
"Don't get angry, who is the body that is broken?"
As soon as he heard this, Xu Qichen turned and looked at him coldly.
Song Yiyan stunned, looked down at his complete shirt tie and coat, touched the tip of his nose, and asked guiltyly, "How do you know?"
Xu Qichen took the match from the table and ordered the charcoal basin.
Song Yiyan understood why Xu Qichen was angry. He cleared his dumb throat and sat on Xu Qichen's bed.
Xu Qichen stood up and picked up Song Yiyan's collar, "Then you go out, you don't have to come. Even if you die outside, you don't have to tell me that you can save me to worship."
Song Yiyan stunned, grabbed Xu Qichen's arm, brought him into his arms, and held it tightly, "I didn't conceal you intentionally, I just don’t want you to worry ..."
Xu Qichen struggled for a while, and suddenly felt the too high body temperature on his body. He opened his hanging forehead, lowered his head, and pasted him with his forehead in his arms.
It's hot.
angry. sad. Distressed. Resentment. All the emotions were roughly rubbed together, and they were stuffed into the chest.
"What are you doing to do this?" Xu Qichen wanted to earn out from his arms, but was hugged tighter. This time, Song Yiyan's forehead took the initiative to lean on, and his tall nose gently stunned Xu Qichen to cool down. The tip of the nose is like a pet that lost care.
"I miss you so much, I think, if I get sick, I can return to you."
His voice became hoarse due to high fever, like a rough sandpaper, which made Xu Qichen's heart itchy and somewhat painful.
Song Yiyan raised Xu Qichen's hand and put it on his face, "Don't be angry, I won't do this next time."
Xu Qichen's sigh of relief, and wanted to get angry and pressed down again. "You will be sick again next time, I will never see you again."
After a long time, there was no deterrent to what he said.
Obviously his body was not good, and he deliberately got sick.
I do n’t care about myself, I just calculated that the task did not need to do it.
As soon as the black house came out of the heart, Xu Qichen regretted it, especially looking at his face.
Perhaps because he was near the church, he was awe in this kind of prayer's heart monologue.
Forget it, you can't die if you take back that sentence.
Can't die. Let him be sick, it's okay.
After changing a request, you can think about it. He seems to be able to catch any benefits. If he has been sick, wouldn't he have to take care of him all the time?
Forget it, this sentence is also taken back ...
Don't let him get sick.
He is really a troublesome prayer.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Yiyan seemed to see Xu Qichen's depression, pinched his chin tip, "so entered."
Xu Qichen shot his hand, "Nothing. You honestly, how do you get sick?"
Song Yiyan smiled, revealing two little tiger teeth, "That's ... I took a few more cold baths or something ..."
Xu Qichen held Song Yiyan's neck with his hands and used it a little bit, "Is this still the case in the future?"
Song Yiyan immediately shook his head, "Don't dare, sir."
The sudden title made Xu Qichen stunned. What, it is like a role -playing.
Loose your own hand. No, isn't it the role of the role? Why feel embarrassed.
I was thinking, and suddenly I kissed, and the perpetrator smiled.
Xu Qichen pushed him away, walked to the table and sat down, opened the Bible he hadn't finished just now, and asked softly, "Did you take medicine?"
"I only came to eat."
The desk was next to the bed. Song Yiyan sat next to the bed, moved to Xu Qichen's side, and lay on the table and looked at Xu Qichen.
"I don't go back."
Song Xiyan grabbed Xu Qichen's wrist, "That's not okay. You have to go back with me. I spent so much effort, you ... cough" said covering his mouth, coughing.
Xu Qichen reached out and patted his back, "You can stop for a while, the little ancestor."
Song Yiyan held the cough slightly, and grabbed Xu Qichen's hand. "... Anyway, you can't stay here, you have to go back with me." gentlemen."
He was pulled into his arms as soon as he didn't pay attention. Song Yanyan bowed his head and kissed his lips. The moment when the two were soft and soft, there was an indescribable comfort and throbbing break through the cricket.
His hand controlled Xu Qichen's back brain, slightly rubbing his hair, making Xu Qichen unable to leave. The long -lost kiss made the two people burning a fire in their hearts, hot and hot.
Feeling that his tongue reached his own teeth, the reason that still existed made Xu Qichen break free from his arms, as if he was infected with him, his face was hot, his mouth was dry, his whole body was weak, and all kinds of unspeakable words were unspeakable. Symptoms spread.
"Can't ..." Xu Qichen's chest was slightly undulating, "Can't be here."
Song Yiyan's face showed a smiley expression, holding his waist, "Sir, why not?"
Xu Qichen held up the table and was pretending to be serious.
Song Yiyan laughed, "Oh? Sir, talk about it, what is righteousness and shame?"
Xu Qichen stood upright, but his voice was not angry.
Song Yiyan nodded thoughtfully, but the action did not stop at all. He stood up and grabbed him, lowered his head, and gently licked from his ears to the side neck.
Xu Qichen pushed Song Yanyan, "Hey! Don't play with you, here is not possible!"
Song Yiyan is very rogue, "Why can't it, who said isn't it?"
Xu Qichen slid the hand holding the table and happened to meet the shabby Bible. He grabbed it and took Song Yiyan's chest, "God."
Song Yiyan raised an eyebrow.
"Leviticus 20 chapters: 13: If a man coincides with the man, the two of them do abominable things, they always have to cure them, and the sin must be attributed to them." Xu Qichen's chin raised his chin outside. You can see the top of the church.
Song Yuanyan took the Bible and put it on the table, "I have a good memory." After speaking, he took off his coat and threw it on the table, and with a violent force, he turned Xu Qichen over on the bed, and supported him with one hand.On the side of his face, the other hand tore off the tie, lowered his head and smiled.
"Then... Mr. Guowen, who has restrained himself and returned to the ceremony..."
The morbid hoarseness in the always low tone, and his scalding heat can almost be felt through the thin air.
"Would you like to commit a crime with me?"