boiled frog

Wen Qing looked at him, "...don't stick the gauze on after wiping off the alcohol, let it dry, otherwise it will cause inflammation easily." He stood up and paused, "...I'm sleeping on the sofa outside, what's the matter? I."

Qi Yang nodded and watched Wen Qing go out.

He packed up the alcohol and cotton swabs and put them in the medicine box, looked at his little tent, and sighed silently.

Silent all night.

The next morning, when Wen woke up, he smelled the aroma of food, and shrugged his nose again in disbelief.

He got up from the sofa and moved his sore back. When he walked to the door of the kitchen, Qi Yang was standing by the dining table, holding a plate of dishes and looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Wake up, just in time for dinner."

There are two dishes and one soup on the table, and some boiled eggs.

Qi Yang was still wearing yesterday's formal suit, without a coat, with a tie loosely tied, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, and an apron tied in front of him.

Wen Qing was a little dazed.

"What are you doing, are you so scared?" Qi Yang took off his apron, put it on the back of the chair beside him familiarly, rubbed his hands, pulled the chair away and sat down, "Eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Wen Qing regained consciousness, smiled, sat down opposite Qi Yang, looked at the piece of gauze on his head, "Is the wound on your head better?"

Qi Yang nodded, "It's much better, it's just bulging."

"Remember to change the dressing in time, so as not to fester." Wen Qing said.

Qi Yang nodded and said yes.

"Do you mind borrowing the kitchen?" Qi Yang took a sip of the soup, "But I see that your kitchen is almost dusty, so you don't use it much?"

Wen Qing picked up a chopstick of mushroom meat, "I don't mind, I don't mind, if you don't use this kitchen, you can only display it beautifully... Well, it's a good time!"

Qi Yang looked at Wen Qing's bulging mouth, and couldn't even speak clearly, "Swallow it, don't choke."

Qi Yang asked, "Do you usually buy and eat at home?"

Wen Qing took a big mouthful of the soup before swallowing it all, "That's right, Jingzhou and I both have disabled hands, so we can only go out to eat."

Qi Yang nodded.

Wen Qing asked him, "You cook delicious food, are you a professional?"

"It's just this thing that makes you a professional?" Qi Yang gave him a sympathetic look, "It's really hard for you."

Wen Qing smiled, "I can't help it, I can only buy it if I don't know how to make it myself, every morning is '100 points'."

"It's still 100 points. The fritters are deep-fried in the gutter, and the nutrition of the tea eggs has been lost." Qi Yang looked at Wen Qing who was eating happily, and sighed, "I will make it for you every morning from now on."

"Hmm... huh?" Wen Qing answered subconsciously but found something wrong, "You... come to make us breakfast early in the morning?"

Qi Yang nodded, biting the cold cucumber in his mouth, crackling.

……

On this Saturday, Qi Yang finished his morning class and felt that his whole body was being tossed about by those little brats.

Just as he was about to leave the piano shop, he saw Haiyan smiling obsequiously at him.

Qi Yang shivered directly in the sunny day of April.

Haiyan is the owner of the piano shop, that is, the person who hired Qi Yang, and he always finds jobs for Qi Yang.

"Boss Haida, can you stop looking at me and laughing like this every time?" Qi Yang said helplessly.

He actually knew very well why Haiyan was doing this. When Qi Yang came to this piano shop, he said that he only took jobs from children and students, not adults. But because Teacher Qi had better skills and a better reputation than other teachers, There are quite a few adults who also want to take Teacher Qi's class. Of course, Haiyan's main focus as the boss is to make money, but it is different from what he said when he signed the contract, so every time an adult comes to him, Boss Haida had no choice but to come to Qi Yang with a smile on his face.

Qi Yang glanced at him, "No answer."

After speaking, he was ready to go out the door.

Haiyan hurriedly pulled him back and said, "Brother Qi, please understand my difficulties, besides, I have a lot of money."

The teaching fee for adults is much higher than that for children, a businessman like Boss Hai can't figure out why Qi Yang can't get along with money.

Qi Yang doesn't want to teach adults because he finds it troublesome. Although he has a strong comprehension ability and can say one sentence once, some aspects are really annoying.

Qi Yang frowned, "Boss Hai, I've been working here for so many years, don't you know me?"

Haiyan wondered, "Why don't you meet him first, he has been waiting for you all morning."

Qi Yang raised his eyebrows, so persistent?

In the end, he followed Boss Hai to meet people.

Qi Yang was stunned when he entered the room.

"Brother Qi Yang, hello." Bai Lian smiled shyly at Qi Yang.

"Hey, I'm still an acquaintance." Before Qi Yang could speak, Boss Hai answered, "You have to take it now, don't you?"

Qi Yang ignored him, and said to Bai Lian: "Aren't you a drum player? Why are you here to learn the violin all of a sudden?"

"Ah, I just think it's good to learn more..." Bai Lian scratched his head.

Qi Yang sighed, and told Haiyan that he accepted this person.

What else can I do if I don't accept it? After all, I'm an acquaintance, so it shouldn't be too much trouble.

Haiyan's wrinkled face was full of smiles, and he said yes repeatedly, let the teachers and students set their own time, and left work cheerfully.

"Boss...he's a nice guy." Bai Lian said.

"That's it." Qi Yang glanced at him, "How many times a week are you going to take classes, and when do you have time to come to class?"

"Well... let's have two classes a week, Brother Yang, you can decide the time."

Qi Yang nodded, thought for a while and said, "Success, then Tuesday and Friday at three o'clock in the afternoon, one hour at a time."

Bai Lian quickly agreed.

Qi Yang mainly takes students' classes, so he is free on weekdays, but he will be busy on Saturdays and Sundays, sometimes even from morning till night.

He went to Wen Qing's house to make breakfast every day. Xiao Jingzhou seldom came home because he had something to do in the store recently, so Qi Yang and Wen Qing usually had breakfast together.Sometimes when Qi Yang had classes in the morning, he would go to Wen Qing's house early, and leave after cooking, so that Wen Qing would have a table of delicious meals when he woke up.

Qi Yang rents a house by himself, and his house is quite close to Wen Qing's house, so he climbs up to make breakfast every day when he passes by Wen Qing's place, which is actually no different from cooking at home by himself.

What's more, I can have dinner with the handsome man early in the morning, so why not do it.

It was Saturday, Qi Yang had class at [-]:[-] in the morning, and came to Wen Qing's home early in the morning, thinking that Wen Qing was still lying in bed, he opened the door lightly and walked in, the scene in front of him stunned him.

Xiao Jingzhou stood beside the sofa, holding Wen Qing with his arms crossed, and Wen Qing leaned in his arms without realizing it, and was sleeping soundly.

Qi Yang didn't know why he suddenly had a strange feeling that made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Seeing him coming in, Xiao Jingzhou nodded to him, and carried Wen Qing back into the room.

Qi Yang was stunned at the door for a long time before coming in.

He was absent-minded when cooking. He didn't sleep well last night and his head was swollen. He saw a stimulating scene just now. He didn't feel the oil splashing on his hands, and he almost burned the eggs.

When Qi Yang was done, Wen Qing and Xiao Jingzhou also woke up.

"Qi Yang, please cook an extra meal from Jingzhou." Wen Qing walked in.

Qi Yang smiled, "If not, I'm here to rub your kitchen."

Xiao Jingzhou also thanked Qi Yang.

Then there was a silence on the table.

When Qi Yang and Wen Qing ate breakfast together, they always chatted and ate, but now the three of them were in the cold.

Qi Yang thought to himself, what an educated way of eating.

Qi Yang was in a mess, and the other two didn't know what they were thinking. During the whole meal, Xiao Jingzhou praised Qi Yang's craftsmanship. Qi Yang was humbled, and then fell into silence, only the slight sound of tableware clashing could be heard.

Qi Yang was out of shape in class all day, and made a low-level mistake when he was demonstrating to a student.

The last class was Zhang Chi's class. Zhang Chi could see that something was wrong with him, so he asked him what's wrong with a little worry.

Qi Yang said it was okay and continued with the class.

"Teacher Qi," Zhang Chi finally interrupted when Qi Yang frowned for the nth time in a daze, "Why don't we forget about it today."

Qi Yang said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I'm a little out of shape today."

Zhang Chi looked at him, took off the piano from his shoulder, "Mr. Qi, are you troubled by love?"

Qi Yang ignored him, "Go ahead, practice first."

Zhang Chi pouted, and could only carry the piano on his shoulders again, looking at the score and continuing to play the piano.

When Qi Yang came home, he was still in a daze, frowning and thinking about something.

In fact, he didn't know what he was struggling with. Maybe it was not just the ambiguous relationship between Wen Qing and Xiao Jingzhou, but also the unspeakable boredom in his heart.

He took out the key when he went up the stairs, but found someone standing at the door.

"...Xiao Taoer?"

The person named Xiao Tao'er was a delicate man, leaning against the door and looking at him with his mouth hooked.

Xiao Taoer was Ming Jin's best friend back then, but it was a relationship between going to bed and getting out of bed. She knew Qi Yang but was not very close. Over the years, she had occasional contact with him. When she saw him at the door, Qi Yang almost didn't recognize him.

"Well, it's lucky that you can still recognize me." Xiao Tao'er smiled until her eyes narrowed.

Qi Yang walked over and opened the door, "Come in if you have anything to say."

Xiao Taoer raised her eyebrows and followed in.

Qi Yang poured a glass of water with him, and sat opposite him, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Tao'er got up from the sofa, crawled on the coffee table, and slowly moved in front of Qi Yang, her eyebrows slightly moved, "...Brother Yang, I think..."

Qi Yang was squeezed on the sofa by him, and looked at him with a frown, "Xiao Taoer, it's been so many years, why are you still like this?"

Xiao Taoer ignored him, and reached out to touch his chest.

Qi Yang grabbed his sharp chin, expressionless, "...do you want it?"

Before Xiao Taoer could answer, Qi Yang pushed him away and stood up.

"Don't come to my house if you're a coward," Qi Yang slapped the clothes that Xiao Tao'er touched just now, "go straight to have sex."

Xiao Tao'er curled her lips and got up from the coffee table, "It's dirty outside."

Qi Yang said contemptuously, "You still think it's dirty?"

"Otherwise, why do you think Brother Ming was nice to me back then?"

"Don't say that he is nice to you," Qi Yang stared, his face darkened, "he is just messing with you."

Qi Yang was upset at first, but because of Xiao Tao'er making such a fuss, his temples twitched.

Xiao Taoer shrugged, noncommittal, and sneered, "Speak as if you are innocent."

"...What did you say?" Qi Yang heard Xiao Tao'er's words clearly, and looked at him incredulously, "You know something!"

Qi Yang always thought that no one except himself knew about the weird confusion that night between him and Ming Jin, let alone his deeply hidden feelings for Ming Jin.

Even Ming Jin didn't know that the person under him that night was him.

How did Xiao Taoer know? !What does he know? !

The veins on Qi Yang's forehead popped up, and he was a little incoherent for a while.

Xiao Tao'er looked at him with a smile, that smile made the hairs on Qi Yang's body stand on end.

"Brother Qi Yang, I know everything, everything about you... everything."