Rebirth of the giants face brushing system

Metasequoia maintains the attitude of being a good teacher, "Students, don't worry, Kou Qiu is just feeling a little unwell."

The word "just" is pronounced with special emphasis.

Everyone in Class A: Although Kou Qiu was really disliked at the beginning, after a long time, I think he is not bad. The last time I used two methods to solve math problems in class was even more amazing to the whole class.

The most important thing is that two tears burst out from the corners of just the man's eyes, how could it be just 'just'. '

Chen Letian suddenly said coldly, "Doesn't your heart hurt when you lie?"

Although the voice was very low, it was completely silent at this time, and it was still clearly heard by everyone.

Faced with this kind of sentimental sentence of non-mainstream love on the Internet many years ago, Metasequoia pointed to the classroom door and said with a smile, "You, go to the school doctor's office too."

Chen Letian's eyes lit up, and he rushed to the door with a 'swipe'.

Metasequoia: ...Hold it!Be sure to hold back!

Chen Letian ran all the way to the door of the teaching building with "four hooves blowing the wind". Seeing the scene in front of him, he almost fell down the stairs.

A 'black-faced man' sat on the teaching stairs, basking in the sun, closing his eyes and meditating.

"Monster!"

Kou Qiu opened his eyes, "I'm sorry, it's a human."

Chen Letian approached cautiously, "What's wrong with your face?"

Kou Qiu closed his eyes again, "The latest herbal plant mask, do you want to try it?"

He took a clear bottle from his pocket.

Chen Letian, "It's hard to imagine that someone would carry such a thing with them."

Kou Qiu, "I heard that doctors pay great attention to skin care."

Chen Letian silently went to the water room to wash his face, and came out to take the mask from Kou Qiu's hand. After a while, two 'black-faced' teenagers appeared on the stairs.

Chen Letian, "How about we go to the school doctor's office after applying the mask?"

Kou Qiu, "It's not that good."

He doesn't like the smell of disinfectant very much.

Chen Letian, "We must obey the teacher's orders."

Kou Qiu opened his eyes and glanced at him lightly, Chen Letian looked away guilty.

"As you wish."

Smelling the smell of disinfectant should be much better than looking at people with nympho.

He Yu said 'please come in', and walked into two familiar teenagers.

One is weak and delicate, and the other is full of vitality.

The former refers to Kou Qiu, of course.

He Yu, "Are you uncomfortable?"

This sentence obviously refers to Kou Qiu, after all, he looks like he can be blown down by a gust of wind.

In order to keep the air flowing in the school doctor's room, the glass windows were completely opened. A gust of breeze blew by, and two tears flashed in Kou Qiu's eyes.

He Yu checked him carefully, and it was exactly the same as Lin Anhe's conclusion yesterday, he was not sick, but he was malnourished.

Kou Qiu naturally knew that he was not sick.

Seeing that he finished the inspection, Chen Letian sat down on the seat where Kou Qiu sat just now, his eyes sparkled, "By the way, let me have a check."

From this glance, it can be seen that he is energetic, but He Yu still checked him patiently.

Conclusion: In addition to the strong energy and blood, the body is very healthy.

Kou Qiu, "What he needs is a "Report of Unrequited Love."

Chen Letian folded a few small flowers for him from the paper on the table, and signaled him with his eyes: Be good, go play by yourself.

Kou Qiu feels that returning to class at this time is undoubtedly an act of courting death, Metasequoia probably wants to bury himself in a flower pot.

He got up and decided to go out to find An Ming to ask for leave.

As soon as Kou Qiu left, only He Yu and Chen Letian were left in the school doctor's office. Chen Letian sat on the stool with his hands on his knees, leaning forward, staring at He Yu with radiant eyes.

It's like the way a pug stares at his food.

He Yu felt a little helpless, and couldn't help laughing.

In the past, all the friends around me were reserved and introverted. This is the first time I have seen a person who expresses his emotions so straightforwardly on his face.

In the office, An Ming stared at the frail young man in front of him, "Sick?"

Kou Qiu coughed twice, with the image of dying from a long illness.

An Ming looked him up and down, "It's pretty good."

There was water in Kou Qiu's eyes.

This time it was An Ming's turn to cough.

He wrote Kou Qiu a leave note and reminded him by the way, "Don't forget that I will pick you up when Kou Zhen comes back."

Kou Qiu nodded.

An Ming, "Try to maintain this state on that day, and you will faint when Kou Zhen talks to you, and I will be responsible for fanning the flames."

Kou Qiu: Shouldn't you call an ambulance to send him to the hospital?

On the way, Kou Qiu thought about how to explain to Lin Ang and Lin Anhe about his early departure, but when he went back, he found it was completely unnecessary.

Compared with usual, Lin's house is obviously much deserted today. If it were normal, Lin Ang would have been mopping the floor and table non-stop, even a little dust in the window sill.

Today, except for the smell of medicine that filled the room, there were no busy figures to and fro.

Kou Qiu put down his schoolbag and walked into the kitchen. Lin Ang was decocting medicine. Seeing Kou Qiu's puzzled eyes, he explained, "Uncle is ill."

sick?

Kou Qiu was taken aback, Lin Ang didn't look like a person who would get sick no matter what.

Lin Anhe said indifferently, "I got angry, and my blood rushed to my heart."

To say that Kou Qiu’s impression of Lin Ang was aloof and indifferent, of course, this was before he had in-depth contact with him, but in general, Lin Ang, like all doctors, was highly rational compared to ordinary people, and he was suddenly told that he would attack the heart with qi and blood. , Kou Qiu was really surprised.

He hesitated for a moment and decided to check it out.

Lin Ang was lying on the bed, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Only then did Kou Qiu accept that the other party was really sick.

When Lin Ang saw Kou Qiu, there was some light in his eyes, but it was still a bit gloomy compared to usual.

Kou Qiu walked up to him and poured him a glass of warm water, "Is it hard?"

Lin Ang smiled wryly, "I'm getting older, and my body is not as good as before."

He looked at Kou Qiu, with melancholy in his tone, "At first, I thought that after I died, there would only be An He worshiping at the grave, but fortunately there is one more."

Kou Qiu was going to say, 'It's just a minor illness, don't worry, it will be fine in two days. '

The words came out sharply, "But it's a bit uncomfortable, how can you say such words that hurt me! Things that will be fine after two days of cultivation, you want to make me sad."

As he spoke, water splashed in his eyes, and immediately after that, two lines of clear tears flowed down his cheeks.

Kou Qiu: ...

Lin Ang looked at Kou Qiu, his lips moved, "Actually..."

Kou Qiu supported his forehead, "Don't say it."

Because he also wanted to slap himself to death.

When Kou Qiu wiped his tears with a tissue, Lin Ang suddenly said, "Actually, I'm just pretending."

Kou Qiu's hands that were wiping away tears, "Fake it?"

Lin Ang said with some embarrassment, "It's just pretending."

As a person who is also pretending to be sick, Kou Qiu couldn't figure out the reason why Lin Ang pretended to be sick.

Avoiding work?The other party's family has mountains of gold and silver.

Avoid chores?There is probably no one in this world who likes doing housework more than Lin Ang.

Lin Ang lowered his voice, "I made a bet with your father."

Kou Qiu waited for the follow-up.

"The bet is who is qualified to help you go to the parent meeting."

Kou Qiu, "How about the gambling method?"

Lin Ang, "play mahjong."

Kou Qiu, "What a brilliant bet, but what does this have to do with pretending to be sick?"

Lin Ang said, "You will know it at night. You are still young and don't understand yet. All your strength and luck will fall under the absolute conspiracy."

Kou Qiu reflected on this sentence, and always felt that the original words seemed to be different.

As a result, the current state of the Lin family is that there are two people pretending to be sick, and one Lin Anhe who works hard.

Lin Ang was lying on the recliner, Kou Qiu was leaning on the cushion of the sofa, leaving Lin Anhe busy and overwhelmed.

Lin Ang, "Don't wipe the floor with a mop, just wipe it clean with a rag."

Lin Anhe shot at him with a sharp eye.

"Cough cough~"

Lin Ang took the tissue from Kou Qiu, coughed violently, and trembled violently.

Kou Qiu took out a tissue and continued to wipe away tears.

This sad scene of 'one old and one young' is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it.

Lin Anhe carried a bucket of water with an iron bucket, rolled up his trouser legs, and resigned himself to mopping the floor.

After finally polishing the floor of the hall, Lin Ang casually threw the used tissue on the floor.

Lin Anhe: ... swallowed his anger and threw the tissue into the trash can.

Kou Qiu cried for a while, a little tired, and said with tears in his eyes, "I'm hungry."

Lin Anhe put down the rag, washed his hands and rushed to make porridge.

Kou Qiu, "Can I add another egg custard?"

Lin Anhe, "I can only cook porridge."

I can't even make fried rice, and I still count on egg custard.

Kou Qiu just frowned slightly, but showed a look of nothing more than heartbreak.

"Forget it then," he stared at Lin Anhe with tears in his eyes, "I won't make things difficult for you."

Lin Anhe: ...

He looked at Lin Ang, "You command, I will do it."

Lin Ang glanced at him lightly, "I can't walk."

Lin An and Feili pushed the recliner to the kitchen little by little.

"The egg liquid has to pass through the fine gauze, add some water, it's so stupid, do it again..."

In the kitchen, Lin Anhe held the scalpel for several times and put it down again.

The grace of nurturing, the grace of nurturing, he silently reminded himself.

After finally a bowl of steaming egg custard came out of the pan, Lin Ang said like a grandfather again, "I want to eat it too."

Lin Anhe tossed another bowl and was about to steam it in the wok when Lin Ang added, "I want to add shrimp."

Lin Anhe took out the shrimps from the refrigerator.

Lin Ang, "Actually, dried shrimps are also fine."

Lin Anhe raised the scalpel and cut the shrimp into three pieces with "shua, shua, shua" several times, sprinkled them on the egg custard, and put them directly into the pot.

Lin Ang, "After it's out of the pot, remember to sprinkle some chopped green onions."

Lin Anhe pushed the nagging person back into the living room.

Continue to silently recite the grace of nurturing in my heart, the grace of nurturing.

When they arrived at the living room, they found that the garbage bags that had just been changed were filled with paper balls again. Lin Anhe took a deep look at Lin Ang and Kou Qiu, "Sit here, and don't use paper towels until I come back. Do not go down to the ground."

Lin Ang, "I want to eat an apple."

Kou Qiu rolled up the tissue in his hand and threw it into the trash can, "I want it too."

Lin Anhe quickly fetched a big red apple. After peeling it, he cut the apple into ten small cubes at a speed too fast for the naked eye to see, and brought it in front of the two of them. With their faces inserted into one of the flesh, the blade brought out a cold air.

He looked up, his eyes sharp.

"Please use."

Kou Qiu and Lin Ang hugged each other and looked at him tremblingly.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Once upon a time, there lived two delicate roses in the garden. They were beautiful and fragrant, warm and generous.

A bee (Lin Anhe) 'buzzing' reports every day, it comes to collect nectar and steal pollen every day, and two delicate roses tell their grievances to other flowers.

Under the persuasion of other flowers, the two roses decided to resist.

In the early morning of this day, the two roses shrunk themselves tightly into a bud, saying nothing about blooming.

The bee said coldly, "The plants pollinate, so that they can bear more fruit."

The two roses shook their leaves frantically, "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen."

The bee continued to reason, "In order to increase the probability of hybridization, so that hybrid evolution can occur."

The two roses continued to shake their leaves frantically, "I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen."

The bee flashes the sharp stinger on its tail.

Two roses bloom obediently.

Bee Diary:

Never try to reason with species like roses, use a knife if necessary!