did i call your name

He used to be a professional player in his freshman year of high school, and the promotional posters for participating in the competitions all have his photo, and he can be regarded as a star e-sports player, and he is very famous in the e-sports circle. A passer-by fan in the first year of high school, so I recognized him at a glance.

"Who are you looking for?" Gao Yi looked at the little boy outside the door suspiciously.

"Gone?!" The little nephew squinted and shouted.

Hearing his game id, Gao Yi was taken aback, unable to react for a while.

"Fuck, what a coincidence! You and my uncle are friends?!" The little nephew looked very excited, talking nonsense, Gao Yi was confused.

"Uncle?" Gao Yi asked with a puzzled face, frowning, "You are?"

"I'm here to deliver something to you." The little nephew handed the thermos bucket containing the porridge to Gao Yi, "Don't you know my uncle? He asked me to deliver the porridge to you."

Gao Yi looked blankly at the thermos in his hand, and the little boy's crisp voice rang in his ears: "You actually met a real person for me?! Uncle actually knew Ke's gone, isn't it amazing..."

The little nephew was about to say something, but the phone rang suddenly. It was his parents calling, saying that they had come to see him, and now he was standing at the door of Qiu Sinian's house.

"I'll go." The little nephew hung up the phone, "I won't come sooner or later."

Originally, he wanted to chat with the Great God, but he glanced at Gao Yi regretfully, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he held up his mobile phone and asked Gao Yi: "Idol idol, can I take a photo with you?"

"Ah?" Gao Yi was stunned for a moment. After retiring from the team, the feeling of being sought after by others also faded. He couldn't calm down for a while when such an enthusiastic little fan appeared suddenly. Just like at the beginning, he was a little helpless. measures.

"Is it okay, is it okay?" The little nephew asked persistently, "Just one piece!"

Gao Yi hesitated for a moment, then nodded "Yeah".

The little nephew screamed excitedly, ran to the side of Gao Yi with his mobile phone, raised his mobile phone and grinned, and took a group photo with a "click".

The little nephew looked at the photo and smiled "hehe", and murmured, "The real person is quite handsome."

The boy's enthusiasm made Gao Yi a little confused, he glanced at him and asked, "Didn't you see those news on the Internet?"

"What news?" The little nephew raised his head.

Gao Yi frowned slightly, but said nothing.

The little nephew stuffed his mobile phone into his pocket and said to Gao Yi: "We have a chance to meet idols, I have to go first." He pointed to the thermos bucket in Gao Yi's hand, "Remember to eat the porridge here ah."

Gao Yi held the thermos bucket and was still dazed, the boy turned and ran away, yelling anxiously.

I don't have the energy to care about whether this boy knows about his match-fixing. The thoughts of the first year of high school, after closing the door, flew to Qiu Sinian.

Uncle.

Gao Yi walked into the house with the thermos bucket, the soles of his feet felt light, and he felt like he was about to fly.

No wonder Qiu Sinian suddenly asked him the house number of his house just now, the uncle that the boy was talking about was undoubtedly him.

I don't know how to describe my mood at this moment, but I feel my heart soften, like hitting a piece of cotton.

Teacher Qiu can also cook.

Gao Yi stared blankly at the steaming thermos, and the scent wafting out of it rushed into his nose one after another.

Qiu Sinian made porridge with yam and lean meat, which nourished the stomach.

Gao Yi picked up a spoon and tasted it, but it didn't taste like anything. He was used to heavy food, so he was caught off guard by such a mouthful of porridge that faded out of the bird, and he almost couldn't swallow it.

It’s fine if it’s pure white porridge. This lean meat porridge doesn’t add salt, and the taste is really weird.

But I still finished drinking in the first year of high school, and I drank to the bottom.

He has never felt that his appetite is so good, and he has never felt that the porridge is so delicious.

After eating with his parents, Qiu Sinian went into the kitchen to help his mother wash the dishes.

"You don't need to wash it, just sit on the sofa and rest." Mom glanced at him, "Did you not sleep well recently? Looks like you're not getting enough energy."

"Really?" Qiu Sinian touched his face, and said helplessly, "Xiaochen doesn't go to bed until after eleven o'clock every day, and the child is so noisy, playing games every night."

In fact, he had been sleeping poorly before Xiaochen came, and this state had lasted for almost half a year. He used to go to bed early, but the quality of sleep was not so bad.

Mom put the washed dishes on the shelf, wiped her hands and said, "Do you want me to give you two needles?"

Qiu Sinian's mother is a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. Usually, the family has minor ailments, so they basically don't go to the hospital. There is a ready-made doctor at home.Qiu Sinian usually lives like a veteran cadre, so he is somewhat affected by his mother.

But in terms of refinement, Qiu Sinian's mother is really no match for Qiu Sinian himself.

The old lady is nothing like him.

Qiu Sinian shook his head and refused: "No pricking, it hurts."

"What's the pain?" Mom squinted at him, "How old are you, I'm still afraid of this kind of pain, the degree of a mosquito bite."

Qiu Si smiled young: "I don't like the pain that feels like that, it's swollen, numb, and uncomfortable."

"Whatever you want." Mom washed the fruit she bought in the sink, "I have to tell Xiaochen's father, he's already in the third grade of junior high school, and he plays games all day, how can you still stand him?" Mom raised her head and glanced at Chou Sinian. With Chou Sinian's temperament and the extent of his affairs, it is reasonable to say that she should not be able to stand it long ago.

"Don't say anything in front of his father, the child is very cute." Qiu Sinian took a bite of the washed apple, "Actually, I can't blame him. I have poor sleep quality and I can't make a sound at all." It's like thunder to my ears."

Mom frowned: "You weren't like this before?"

Qiu Sinian bit his apple and said nothing, the phone rang, and he took it out to have a look.

- Senior One: Porridge, thank you.

My mother glanced at his mobile phone and asked, "Is that that person again?"

"Oh old lady, why are you gossiping like this? It's not what you think. Don't think too much about it." Qiu Sinian bit an apple and walked out of the kitchen.

I don't blame Qiu Sinian for being so fucking sensitive. The main reason is that Qiu Sinian is almost thirty and hasn't had a relationship yet. The old lady is in a hurry.

In fact, they were not in such a hurry. Qiu Sinian's parents didn't have high demands on Qiu Sinian in terms of starting a family and starting a business, and they didn't care too much about it. After all, it was the child's own business.

Too much interference, unnecessary.

But you should be anxious or you will be anxious, you can't just keep being single like this, watching a handsome young talent become a monk with a pure heart and asceticism.

The message Gao Yi sent to Qiu Sinian consisted of three words, but these three words, he rolled on the bed for 10 minutes, typed and deleted, deleted and typed with his mobile phone, and babbled for nearly half an hour , just sent out.

Behind the three words of calmness is a restless heart.

Gao Yi was not good at words, and he was afraid of exposing himself by talking too much. When he panicked and struggled, his tone became cold, even cooler than Qiu Sinian.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

How can you be so cowardly?

In order to appear less aloof, Senior One sent another emoji: [心]

"Fuck! What the hell did I post?!" After sending a glowing red heart, Gao Yi realized something was wrong and hurriedly wanted to withdraw it.

Qiu Sinian took a bite of the apple, looked at the phone screen and raised his eyebrows.

Gao Yi wanted to withdraw his hand and suddenly stopped.

If this is withdrawn, it really means that there is no silver 300 taels here.

Gee.

This heart is what I want for you, how about it.

Qiu Sinian didn't reply, he ate the apple slowly, and chatted with his father for a while.

His father brought him a birthday present, and instead of giving him an extremely thick academic book every year, he finally changed his approach this year—a violin.

When Dad took the violin out of the case, Qiu Sinian was quite surprised.

He can play the violin, but he hasn't played it for a long time, and this violin is really top-grade in terms of texture and color, and it should be an antique.

"Where did you get it?" Qiu Sinian picked up the violin and took a look at it. It looked better up close. "Is this an old thing?"

"What do you think? I don't understand this." Dad picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. "I saw it in an antique shop. The boss refused to sell it, saying it was an old antique found abroad. I After working with him for a long time, he finally agreed to sell it to me."

Qiu Sinian hooked a string and played lightly, nodded and said, "It's very good."

"It's a lot of money, right?" Qiu Sinian looked up at his father, "How much did you spend?"

"Don't worry about it, I guess you will like it." Dad had a faint smile on his face. It was also his idea to let Qiu Sinian learn the violin when he was a child. After one stop, there is no need to choose the temperament and appearance.

"I like it so much, thank you Dad." Qiu Sinian lightly pressed the fingerboard and said with a smile, "I was quite surprised by this gift. I thought you had to give me another stack of books."

Dad glared at him, "Nonsense, I gave you another stack of books."

Qiu Sinian smiled and said nothing, and put the violin into the case.

"You're wasting money again." Mom came over with the cut fruit, "He doesn't pull it anymore now, why are you buying him this, you just bought some useless things."

Dad was dissatisfied: "Why are you spending money indiscriminately, and you can't collect it if you don't pull it?"

"Eat your fruit." My mother put the fruit plate on the coffee table, she didn't bother to argue with him, she turned her head and asked, "Sinian, are you going back today? It's so late, I can sleep at home."

Qiu Sinian shook his head: "I'm going back to sleep, and I still want to buy fried chicken for Xiaochen to take back."

"I still eat such greasy food at night." Mom frowned, "I'm used to him."

"I'm a vegetarian all day long, and the children are so pitiful." Qiu Si smiled young, "It's okay to eat meat once in a while."

Qiu Sinian didn't reply to the message, and Gao Yi couldn't sit still, wondering if he was too ignorant.

They made you a nutritious porridge with good intentions, but you are fine, "thank you" is so careless, and I added an inexplicable care.

Isn't this sick?

Maybe Qiu Sinian didn't see the news?

No matter what, the first year of high school was restless, and it was a dead end everywhere, and I couldn't get out of it.

So the first year of high school sent another message to Qiu Sinian: Your handkerchief is still with me

Before the words from the first year of high school were sent out, the news from Qiu Sinian came: wash it and return it to me

Gao Yi was taken aback.

Mr. Ba's lines were all thought out by Mr. Qiu, why did he suddenly go astray?

The phone rang again.

-qsn: answer the phone

As soon as the news was sent, before the freshman in high school even had time to respond, Qiu Sinian made a wechat call.