The days when I was forced to live with gentle scum

"It has nothing to do with self-confidence or not. Learning is just the same thing. If you understand everything, he will only take the exams with those types of questions. No matter how difficult it is, how difficult it can be."

Maybe it’s really a matter of talent. Cypress has never worried about his grades since he went to school. He can understand the knowledge points taught by the teacher once, and he can understand the difficult problems after listening to them several times. In short, learning seems to him Not a difficult task.

However, he loves to play, and most of the time he doesn't settle down to study. He is the type in others' mouths.

In the second half of the third year of high school, he studied hard for half a semester, which can be regarded as a temporary cramming, but this set is more effective for him. Anyway, the results of the three models are basically stable above 650.

This score is a bit difficult to get into the top universities in China, but it is still no problem to get to the key point. Baishu has no particularly lofty ambitions, so he is satisfied with this score.

"Have you estimated the score?" Yuan Qingye asked.

Baishu shook his head, "No, there's nothing to estimate, this thing will only make you feel mentally, think about it, it's fine if the score is higher, and it's fun in advance, but if the score is low, then Do you want to pass such a long summer vacation? Is it worth it to wash your face in tears all day long? Thinking about it, it’s not worth it, anyway, the score will be released when it’s due, and it’s not worth it no matter how you think about it.”

To be honest, Yuan Qingye would feel a little arrogant if someone else said this. Nowadays, no student is worried about his college entrance examination scores, but Baishu is not only not worried, but feels that it doesn't matter.

And it doesn't matter because I feel that I can't do well in the exam, but I think I can definitely do well in the exam, so I don't care about the result.

This is not only arrogance, it is the extreme arrogance, but when the young man said this, Yuan Qingye thought it was no big deal, it seemed like something he could say.

The meal was very enjoyable. Qian's family's dishes were very suitable for his taste, spicy and numb. Cypress ate so much that his whole body was going to fly. The Maoxuewang Yuan Qingye ordered for him was eaten He was upside down and stuffed with two bowls of rice.

Yuan Qingye divided four of the seven dishes, but two were added, making a total of five dishes. Yuan Qingye didn't like spicy food, so he didn't eat much, and most of them went into Baishu's stomach.

Qian Yi loved his spicy food, and when he left, he said he would come again next time.

Bai Shu naturally agreed happily. He planned to make an appointment with herbal tea to eat again in two days. Why else would he have such a good relationship with herbal tea? .

This meal was really good, but it was too good. Because of eating too much, Cypress had a stomachache that night, vomiting and diarrhea, and the whole body was exhausted a lot. Yuan Qingye got up at night to drink water and found out .

At that time, Cypress was lying on the sofa in the living room, his face was pale. Without saying a word, he took the key and went downstairs with someone on his back.

It took too long to drive to the hospital. It happened that there was a 24-hour clinic outside the community. Yuan Qingye walked towards the clinic with a cypress on his back.

Cypress was so uncomfortable that he couldn’t even speak up. It was said that sick people are especially vulnerable. This was true. Probably Yuan Qingye’s generous arms reminded him of the feeling of Bai Song carrying him when he was sick when he was a child. Cypress couldn't help but act coquettishly.

He buried his face on Yuan Qingye's back, put his arms around Yuan Qingye's neck, and hummed, "Yuan Qingye, I hurt so much..."

Most of the time, the young man speaks in a spirited and energetic manner, but now the mosquito-like humming sound really made Yuan Qingye feel a little bit of compassion. He patted Cypress's buttocks and comforted him, " Be good, I'll take you to see a doctor, bear with it for a while, and the pain will be gone in a while at the clinic."

The cypress hugged him tightly. Yuan Qingye's back was wide and warm, and he felt very stable on his back. Would there be someone who stayed on Yuan Qingye's back like him now, and Yuan Qingye would be so gentle coaxing that person?

He didn't know what he liked about Yuan Qingye, maybe it was love at first sight, otherwise why did he choose Yuan Qingye when there were so many beautiful people in the bar that night?Or maybe what the herbal tea said, he has a virginity complex.

But so what, he likes Yuan Qingye, this is an established fact.

As long as he thought that Yuan Qingye would carry others like him, he couldn't help feeling sour, especially when Yuan Qingye had so many little lovers, he felt even more uncomfortable.

He knew that successful men would be like this, didn't they all act like this on TV, Yuan Qingye had no girlfriend, it couldn't be more normal to have a few lovers, he knew it, but it didn't mean he could understand it, and it didn't mean he can bear.

While scolding the old man Yuan Qingye for being promiscuous, he couldn't help but want to get closer to this old man and want to monopolize this old man, but he has nothing.

He has no money, is not good-looking, and has nothing special about him. Although he said in front of Yuan Qingye that he wanted to chase him, in fact he didn't even know how to chase him, and he couldn't give Yuan Qingye anything.

Why did Yuan Qingye choose him?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved. For the first time, Bai Shu realized the huge gap between him and Yuan Qingye, rubbed against the man's back, and said hoarsely, "Yuan Qingye, I like you, can you stop being nice to others."

Yuan Qingye paused, but did not speak.

Cypress endured the cramping in his stomach, and said pitifully, "I know I'm not good enough for you, you can have whatever you want, I have nothing, but I promise, I will give you everything I have, only you, don't you Be nice to others."

Yuan Qingye stepped up the steps of the clinic, "We are here."

The cypress tree rubbed against his shoulder, but said nothing.

There was a doctor on duty in the clinic at night. Yuan Qingye put the person on the sofa. The doctor came to check him, asked about some symptoms, put away his stethoscope, and said, "He eats too messy and messy, and he has sex again. Eating too much caused acute gastroenteritis, so I had diarrhea and vomiting."

Looking at Baishu's pale face, Yuan Qingye couldn't bear it, "Is there any way to make him feel better quickly?"

"Get some water, I'll prescribe some medicine for him, the water dispenser has hot water, you take it and give it to him."

The doctor made a final decision, and even though he strongly refused, he could not escape the fate of being injected.

Seeing the doctor holding his arm and sterilizing his wrist for injection, Baishu felt even more uncomfortable. He turned his gaze to Yuan Qingye and begged, "Can Yuan Qingye not get the injection, I don't want the injection."

The childlike words did not soften Yuan Qingye's heart, "Be obedient and don't make trouble, you will get better soon after getting the injection."

The doctor smiled, "Young man, don't worry, I'll take care of it. If you feel particularly uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll take care of it."

Even though he said that, Bai Shu saw the needle getting closer and closer to him, his face became paler, and his mouth was trembling. Yuan Qingye covered his eyes with one hand, and said softly, "Don't look if you are afraid, relax, I will here I am."

The broad palm blocked his sight, and Cypress's tense nerves relaxed a little. He didn't know whether it was because of his invisible eyes, or because Yuan Qingye's voice was too gentle, which made him subconsciously trust and rely on the man.

Even so, his other hand holding Yuan Qingye was still shaking, and then he heard a slight sigh from the cypress tree, and then the smell that belonged to Yuan Qingye rushed into his nose—he fell into a warm embrace.

Yuan Qingye hugged him.

[The author has something to say]: In fact, the scumbag is still a little bit moved.

After all, our little saplings are pure and cute.