did i call your name

Qiu Sinian took Gao Yi to check his body. There was something wrong with his stomach, but it was not serious.

The doctor wrote on the medical record, looked up at Gao Yi and asked, "Did you usually eat takeaway?"

"... Mmm." Gao took a look at Qiu Sinian who was standing outside the door. Qiu Sinian was on the phone, and a vague conversation came in.

"Dad is back? Didn't you say it's the day after tomorrow?" Qiu Sinian turned his face away and lowered his voice, "Yes, I see. I'll be back in a while. I have something to do now, so I'll hang up first."

The doctor continued to instruct: "If you can't eat takeaway, don't eat it. You must eat three meals on time. Don't rely on your youth to not pay attention. When you get old, you will really get stomach problems. You will suffer."

Gao nodded in response, thinking what else could I eat besides takeaway, since I don’t even have a decent kitchen at home.

Neither he nor Ye Kai knew how to cook.

"I've prescribed two medicines for you. Don't eat anything irritating these few days. Eat light food, porridge or something." The doctor handed the list to Senior One, and Qiu Sinian hung up the phone and walked in .

"Are you his brother?" the doctor asked Qiu Sinian, "Go back and ask your mother to make some light food for your brother to nourish his stomach and remember to take his medicine on time."

Gao Yi was about to say "he's not my brother", but Qiu Sinian nodded, "Understood, thank you doctor."

Qiu Sinian took Gao Yi to another department to treat the wound on his face, and then drove him back.

"Go back and ask your parents to cook something light." Qiu Sinian said to Gao Yi in the car, "You heard what the doctor said, you have to eat three meals on time."

"No parents." Gao Yi calmly said three words.

Qiu Sinian's hand holding the steering wheel paused.

Senior One didn't continue talking about this topic, but said, "Thank you for taking me to the hospital."

"It's okay." Qiu Sinian turned his head and glanced at him, wanting to say something, but felt it was unnecessary, and finally remained silent.

"You usually eat takeaway at home?" Qiu Sinian couldn't help asking.

"Yeah." Gao nodded a little.

"Can't cook?"

"……Um."

It's quite strange to say that children from poor families are said to be in charge of the family early, and the first year of high school feels like a fake "child from poor families". It's not that he doesn't want to learn to cook, but he really doesn't have the talent in that area.

When he was a child, he also helped his adoptive mother cook a few times. After he almost blew up the kitchen, his adoptive mother forbade him to approach the kitchen.

After two unrelated parents passed away one after another, he was alone. At that time, some food was good, and he had no chance to cook by himself.

Qiu Sinian sent Gao Yi home, Gao Yi lived very close to his house, and it took about ten minutes to walk there.

When Gao got out of the car, he was a little bit reluctant, after all, it would probably be quite difficult to have any interaction with Qiu Sinian after that.

So after Qiu Sinian said goodbye and drove away, Gao Yi couldn't help feeling a little lonely.

Who knew that before he was lonely for a few seconds, he touched the handkerchief in his pocket.

When treating the wound just now, Gao Yi conveniently stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket.

Gao Yi grabbed the blood-stained handkerchief, and laughed "hehe".

I found an opportunity to talk to Teacher Qiu again, can you not be happy?

After sending Gao Yi home, Qiu Sinian went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients. When his little nephew saw him coming in with a bag of vegetables, he asked suspiciously, "Hey uncle, aren't you going home for dinner today?"

"I'll go back later." Qiu Sinian changed his shoes, carried his things into the kitchen.

Qiu Sinian's culinary skills are very good, but this "can" is not reflected in the taste. Just like what he felt in the freshman year of high school, Teacher Qiu is a fastidious person, and he pays more attention to nutrition and health in cooking, and delicious food comes second.

The little nephew doesn't like to eat the food he cooks, the ingredients are all expensive, but he just doesn't want to waste the ingredients, and the bird fades out even if there is no oil, so every time he finishes eating outside, he comes back.

Qiu Sinian also knew that he couldn't get used to the food he cooked, so he would put some food money in his pocket every morning.

The little nephew was watching from the kitchen door. Qiu Sinian took a small bowl of rice from the rice bag and poured it into the pot. It seemed that he was going to make porridge.

"When you go home to eat, do you still make porridge?" the little nephew asked him.

"I made it for others." Qiu Sinian's father came back early, and his mother asked him to go home and have dinner together, but Qiu Sinian was still not at ease with that boy.

Alone...without parents, and who doesn't know how to cook, maybe he'll order takeaway again in a blink of an eye.

Today's young people never take their own bodies as capital, and they don't take any minor ailments to heart.

Qiu Sinian silently cleaned the stomach-nourishing ingredients bought in the supermarket, thinking that he really had enough free time.

My mother has already called to remind me: "Why haven't you come back yet? Your father and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Come right over." Qiu Sinian stirred the porridge in the pot with a spoon, and turned down the heat a little.

Qiu Sinian hung up the phone and said to his little nephew, "Xiao Chen, do me a favor."

The little nephew was doing his homework, when he heard the sound he raised his head and said, "What?"

"The porridge will be cooked for another 10 minutes later. Then turn off the fire for me." Qiu Sinian took out a thermos from the cupboard, "Then put it in here and help me run errands."

"Running errands?" The little nephew came over, "Who do you want to send it to?"

"Ah, a red scarf." For some reason, Chou Sinian couldn't get over the stalk, and laughed himself after saying that, what's wrong.

"Ah? What?" The little nephew was at a loss.

"It's nothing, just an acquaintance, his stomach is not feeling well." Qiu Sinian said and changed his clothes, "I have to go back to my parents for dinner, I can't send the porridge there, help me walk for a while Come on, it’s not far, it’s near our community.”

"Okay, no problem." The little nephew nodded and agreed, "Where is he?"

Qiu Sinian told his little nephew the address of the first year of high school.

"Where's the house number?" the little nephew asked.

It was only then that Qiu Sinian remembered that he had only sent the boy downstairs, not upstairs.

Qiu Sinian picked up his mobile phone and wanted to call Gao Yi, but then he thought that this kid might not be able to answer the phone, so he sent a message: What is your house number?

The first year of high school didn't reply in time, so Qiu Sinian rushed home and didn't wait any longer. When he left, he said to his little nephew, "He'll reply in a while, and I'll let you know."

"it is good."

"Don't forget to turn off the fire." Qiu Sinian was quite satisfied with his little nephew's enthusiastic performance, and patted his forehead with a smile, "I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."

"I won't eat what you made!" the little nephew said hastily.

Qiu Sinian clicked his tongue: "I'll buy it for you, fried chicken, okay?"

"All right, all right!" The little nephew swallowed, "That's great."

When Qiu Sinian sent a message to Gao Yi, Gao Yi was checking his wounds in the bathroom, and he grinned slightly at the mirror.

"Hiss..." Gao Yi frowned in pain. If Qiu Sinian hadn't been in front of him just now, he would have punched Zhang Zhi right away. At worst, he would go to the police station with Zhang Zhi to drink tea. He wouldn't be afraid of this.

But in front of Teacher Qiu, he had to restrain himself and make a good impression.

Thinking of Qiu Sinian, Gao picked up the handkerchief on the sink and took a look. The blood on it had been wiped off.

Gao Yi put a handkerchief under his nose and smelled it. It was the same smell as Qiu Sinian. When Qiu Sinian raised his hand to grab his arm just now, the smell came out from his shirt cuff, faintly Yes, it doesn't smell like perfume, but it smells good.

A bit perverted ah high school.

Gao Yi paused holding the handkerchief, raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, his cheeks were blushing at some point.

Hopeless.

Gao Yi walked out of the bathroom with a handkerchief.

The handkerchief is a good thing, and returning the handkerchief is also a good excuse. Gao Yi picked up the phone, intending to use this excuse to get closer to Qiu Sinian.

Although it might not work very well, he had already thought of Qiu Sinian's domineering tone when he said "no need to pay back".

Isn't that how it's done on TV?

Seeing the message from Qiu Sinian on the screen of the phone, Gao Yi held the phone in a daze.

What's the situation?Why did Teacher Qiu ask about the house number of his house?

In the freshman year of high school, he was so excited that his hands trembled a little when he was puzzled, and after unlocking it, he sent a question mark over.

- High school: ?

Qiu Sinian was sitting at the dining table eating, his eyes were fixed on the mobile phone next to him, waiting for news from his freshman year.Seeing the screen light up, he picked up the phone, without saying much, just typed three words: house number.

"Who are you messaging with?" My mother glanced at him. Qiu Sinian usually doesn't touch his phone while eating, and he doesn't even take it out, let alone keep it close by like this and stare at it all the time. .

"A person I know." Qiu Sinian continued to eat.

"Friend?" Mom's eyes were probing, and Qiu Sinian knew that the friend she was talking about meant someone.

"Not that friend." Qiu Sinian smiled, "Where did you go?"

Qiu Sinian's reply was very brief. The first year of senior high school felt that this person was cold, and he was in a completely different state from when he was in class.

Qiu Sinian is very funny in class, talks a lot, and even jokes with the students, why is he such a cold tone in private.

Or is he just doing this to himself?

Gao Yi bit his lip, disturbing himself, but still sent the house number.

Although the doctor told me to eat less takeaway recently, the kitchen at home is basically deserted, and he can't cook in his freshman year of high school. If he doesn't order takeaway, he will only be hungry, so he opened the takeaway software and planned to order porridge or something.

Eating healthier takeout shouldn't be a big deal, as long as you eat it on time with each meal.

The first year of high school was about to place an order when the doorbell rang suddenly. He thought it was Ye Kai who had come back, but when he opened the door, he saw a little boy standing outside, still wearing a school uniform.

When the little nephew saw the first year of high school, he couldn't help being surprised: "Fuck!"