"Look!" Shan Qiye unfolded the certificate, touched a handful of rainwater on the outermost plastic, and could probably see what it looked like inside, smiled and bent his eyes, "I bought this certificate after looking for it for a long time. "

"It's exactly the same as the certificate issued by the math competition. The clerk also said that it was produced by a manufacturer." Speaking of this, Shan Qiye paused again, shyly rubbing the plastic film with his fingertips, "That is, The words above may not be the same..."

"But the same table - I wrote every word of this myself, let's not say whether it looks good or not, but he contains the slow enthusiasm of your dear tablemate!"

Shyness is just his protective color, Shan Qiye patted the certificate and asked loudly, "How is it, do you like it?"

"Well... why don't you speak?" Shan Qiye tried to reach out and tug at his sleeve, "I'm so happy? Don't you know how to speak?"

"At the same table~ If you like it or not, just say something." Without saying a word, Shan Qiye didn't know what to do.

The umbrella was held on top of Shan Qiye's head, and Qin Yimu, who was standing directly opposite him, let the rain wet his shirt without dodging, with Shan Qiye's urging words in his ears.

Mixed with the pouring rain of midsummer, an unusual movement played in my ears.

For a while, the two looked at each other silently, Qin Yimu's deep eyes were full of the heartless young man who held the award and smiled.

Qin Yimu stretched out his hand to receive the award, his thumb swiped across the dizzy ink at the very edge, and the patterns that were clearly spread out to the naked eye. This was not a perfect gift, even because it had been soaked in rain, it was damp and soft.

but……

"like."

Shan Qiye raised his head, the rain was so loud that he couldn't hear it, "What?"

"I said." Qin Yimu didn't hide or avoid him, and looked directly at him, "I like it."

"—Ah!"

"Well, at the same table, my nose is so uncomfortable." Shan Qiye was curled up at the head of the bed wrapped in a thin quilt. His wet hair had already been blown dry, but he couldn't help but feel a little cool. None of them feel that way.

I don't know why, but feel cold after taking a hot shower.

Shan Qiye sniffed. He didn't see Qin Yimu's figure when he came out just now. Now it has been so long since he came out of the shower, and Qin Yimu still hasn't come up. This really doesn't take him seriously! As soon as the seventh master gritted his teeth, he patted the bed and shouted at the same table, "Same table! Where are you going? Your dear little baby is going to freeze to death."

"At the same table, I'm dying, remember to tell my mother that I kept her magazines just to make her happy and buy me a figure, I don't really like it, the relationship is more general, don't be sad when I die ."

"And Ah Huang, who told me at the gate of the community, don't fight with Da Hei next time, and don't urinate in Da Hei's bowl. You will be bitten to death without me."

"And..."

Shan Qiye seemed to be explaining the future, enumerating some of his previous feats one by one, and before he finished crying, he saw Qin Yimu come up with a small bowl.

Qin Yimu said concisely: "Drink it."

Shan Qiye looked at Huang Youyou's soup and fell into silence slowly.

Just now, the mouth that was babbling non-stop, instantly caught up with glue, and couldn't even open it.

The effect of ginger soup will be better when it is hot. Shan Qiye obviously sees what it is, but refuses to drink it.

Qin Yimu urged, "Hurry up."

"So fierce." Shan Qiye wrapped his quilt tightly in aggrieved.

He glanced at Qin Yimu with a bit of resentment, but still turned a blind eye to Jiang Tang in front of him.

Qin Yimu didn't say much nonsense, and sat directly by the bed.

Shan Qiye had a bad intuition, and was about to abandon his little quilt, and when Jin Chan escaped and ran away, Qin Yimu had already made a preemptive strike and clasped the back of his fate's neck with one hand.

The only ticklish part of his body fell into the hands of others, how dare Shan Qiye act rashly, he smirked and tried to chat with the same table to ease the embarrassing atmosphere, "same table... If you have something to say, don't Get your hands on it."

"Drinked."

"Drink, drink, drink." Shan Qiye was obediently and just like two people, "One mouthful."

Saying that, he reached out to pick up the ginger soup.

His slender fingers were holding a small bowl of ginger soup. The amount was not large, but he could feel the power of ginger in it.

Although the picture is beautiful, it does not change the fact that it does not taste good.

Shan Qiye was still playing the abacus in his heart, thinking about how to pour out the bowl of ginger soup quietly, and pretending to be very sudden.

However, Qin Yimu didn't give him this chance at all. It can be said that when Shan Qiye raised his eyes, Qin Yimu had already figured out what Shan Qiye was thinking.

Released the hand that was holding Shan Qiye, Qin Yimu filled a little with a ladle and handed it to his mouth.

Shan Qiye: "..."

Now pretending to turn over and 'accidentally' overturning the ladle, does it seem deliberate?

Qin Yimu said, "There's more downstairs."

The implication is that it is overturned, and it is not bad.

The only way out was blocked, and Shan Qiye sighed helplessly, just like going to death bravely, he swallowed the ginger soup in the ladle with one mouthful.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, "It's sweet!"

"Well." Qin Yimu stirred the ginger soup with a ladle and continued to feed him.

The ginger soup just smelled a bit heavy, but it didn't have the spicy taste of ginger at all. Instead, it was sweet like drinking sugar water.

This is completely different from the ginger soup that Shan Qiye used to eat!

Other ginger soup, the spicy taste will suffocate the nose.

Qin Yimu cooked it, and Shan Qiye drank a bowl without knowing it.

After drinking a bowl, Shan Qiye wrapped his little quilt again, only showing his head to chat with Qin Yimu: "By the way, at the same table, why did you go just now?"