Look at each other

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"Did you bring it up or did he ask?"

"I proposed it on my own initiative, and discussed it with him, and he agreed."

"What do you mean by 'accepting'? Then what is your reason for inviting him?"

An Jie rarely hesitated, looked at me in embarrassment, and finally compromised: "I tell you, you have to keep it secret, otherwise it will not be good to him. His family is a single-parent family, and his mother works alone for him to study at home. I know that the tuition fee of this school is directly proportional to the rate of admission to higher education. Now his face is bruised and purple, and he doesn't want his mother to worry, so I just want him to come to our house for two days. Sister, you Can you help me talk it out in front of my mom and n_ain_ai?"

I nodded and agreed, and he thanked me with joy, and then left the office after chatting casually.

Looking at the back of him bouncing away all the way almost without touching his feet, my heart sank slowly.

He doesn't like Shen Lingyi, does he?

When this idea came out of my mind, it really shocked me. I would never hope that this idea is true, even if I know that love has nothing to do with gender, even if I also like a person of the same sex.

The author has something to say: Another pair of sub-CPs appeared on the stage today, but in fact, except for an important plot that needs them to promote, they basically don’t have any part in the show. If there are little angels who don’t like this pair of CPs, please don’t abandon the pit (ballball Everyone, we are mainly talking about Xiaoan and Xiaoxia

☆、Chapter 21

When I went home to get lunch at noon, I mentioned An Jie’s idea to my mother and sister-in-law, and they agreed very readily after they learned the whole story. So when I came home from the hospital in the past two days, I occasionally ran into An Jie and his sister-in-law. Shen Lingyi timidly followed behind him, this feeling was more subtle than the first time I met An Jie in Class [-] classroom.

Sunday was the day when Xia Xiaoyou was discharged from the hospital. I got up and washed according to the biological clock that I have been used to for the past two weeks, but there was a knock on the door of the room. I thought it was my mother urging me to get up, so I muttered "Mom, I'm already up." "As he opened the door, it was his sister-in-law standing at the door.

I was a little embarrassed to straighten my disheveled hair, "Sister-in-law, what's the matter?"

She has begun to show wrinkles and maintains a peaceful smile that has been consistent for thousands of years: "This is not the child that Ajie invited to live in our house. Ajie seems to be very close to him. Yesterday Ajie studied with that child all day long." , I was wondering if you could mention it to Mr. Xia, let them be tablemates, and let the kid bring Ajie."

I looked at her with a complicated heart, and always felt that she would regret it later.

She seemed to mistook my expression for embarrassment, so she immediately said, "If sister-in-law feels embarrassing, that's fine."

"Sister-in-law, that's not what I mean, it's just that the seats in Mr. Xia's class are chosen by the students themselves according to their grades, so it's up to Anjie and the others whether they are at the same table or not."

She nodded thoughtfully, and handed me the things in her hand, "This is the scar cream recommended by the clerk in the store, please send it to Mrs. Scars don't get any better."

"Then I will thank my sister-in-law on behalf of Teacher Xia."

I took the carefully packaged gift box. If she hadn’t said that it contained scar cream, I really wouldn’t have known what it was. It turned into the old smile again, "Then I won't bother my sister-in-law."

I nodded and looked at the back of her leaving before realizing the meaning in her expression just now.What is the relationship between me and Xia Xiaoyou, and how close we must be so that I can thank my sister-in-law instead of her.Suddenly recalling the thoughts of self-pity and self-pity just now, I rubbed my face that was still a little swollen early in the morning with my free hand.

I put the gift box into the canvas bag I prepared earlier, took the canvas bag and went downstairs to pick up the insulated bucket after washing, and drove to the hospital familiarly.

When entering the ward, Xia Xiaoyou was leaning on the hospital bed and playing with the handheld. Ever since she brought her breakfast on the first day, she always got up and washed before me, so there was no chance to see her sleeping face again.

"Xiao An, thank you for your hard work."

She put down the phone and said to me with a smile, every time I come to the ward, she must say the same thing, but the name has changed.Somewhat presumptuously, I regarded the change of address as a big step closer to her.

I went to the hospital bed and put the thermos bucket and canvas bag on the bedside table, and she had already set up the dining table. I raised my eyebrows and looked at her who was sitting in a "behaved" emoji, "Why are you so active today."

She smiled, and took the initiative to take the heat preservation bucket in my hand and skillfully took out the inner layer, "Today is the last day, according to the theory of retroactive inhibition in psychology, I performed better today, you don't remember that I was poor some time ago." performance."

"Yes, you are right."

She didn't seem to be used to the fact that I didn't go back anymore, so she pursed her lips and smiled subtly, "Is it black fish porridge today? Aunt Yang is really good at cooking, and she can make porridge in different ways. It's basically not the same in two weeks." With a heavy sample."

"Our family's cooking skills are not far behind."

"In this way, your cooking skills should not be bad. I really want to try it someday."

"It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day. You just had your stitches removed today and you are leaving the hospital. Aunt Yang was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you, so she specifically asked me to send you home in person. No one lives in your house for two weeks, so it is inevitable that some dust will accumulate. Then I, the driver, will be a housekeeper by the way, and it will be easy for me to act as a cook."

Two blushes of embarrassment flew up on her face, and she said falteringly: "This...isn't so good, it's a rare weekend, you should rest at home."

"But the mother's order is hard to disobey. If I just throw my hands away and go home to rest, I'm afraid I won't be able to enter the gate."

She looked at my embarrassing and exaggerated appearance, and laughed out loud, "Your ability to add drama to yourself is improving day by day."

I imitated her usual clever yet humble appearance, "I'm just playing around with others."

She was thoroughly amused, and after laughing disregarding her image for a while, she skipped the issue just discussed as I thought.In fact, those scenes were indeed added by myself. My mother only asked me to take her home. As for the rest, it was my little selfishness.Thinking back to the reluctance of being half-coerced by my mother to deliver meals, now I know what "sweetness is like a candy".

So I ate breakfast in a small happy mood, she played games and I read books, occasionally chatting with each other, when the nurse came to ask her to remove the stitches, she was in high spirits, walking on the shadow of the nurse while keeping her eyes on screen, I was worried that she wouldn't look at the road and wrestled and felt that she had no identity to control her from playing games, so I stepped forward and held her arm, and she smiled at me distractedly, and I increased the strength of my hand, Feel the soft touch from the palm of your hand with peace of mind.