Lao Tzu is good to him

Mrs. Bai happily prepares fruit in the kitchen.

Just now she secretly went to the second floor to take a look. Her son and that little classmate got along very well, and they sat at the table and studied hard.

Although there is no communication, it feels very harmonious.

Thinking about how my little baby has not yet woken up at this time, but now she has started to study, she is so proud.

dong dong dong...

"Can I come in?"

Bai Xunguang subconsciously glanced at Qin Sinian, saw him nodding, and then yelled in the direction of the door, "Come in."

"Si Nian, Auntie has prepared some fruit for you, take a rest." Mrs. Bai quietly poked her head in from the door, for fear of disturbing them.

Qin Sinian quickly tidied up the stacked notebooks and books and put them aside, leaving a space for a plate.

"Si Nian?" Bai Xunguang frowned, "Mom, why did you call him so affectionate?"

Mrs. Bai ignored her brat, "Try this grape, Si Nian, it's very sweet."

The more she looked at him, the more she liked this smart and capable boy, telling him to treat this place as his own without hesitation, wishing he could peel the grapes for him to eat.

"Thank you, auntie. But, can you give me a cup of hot water?" Qin Sinian smiled apologetically, "I have a bad stomach, so I can't eat cold ones."

Bai Xunguang glanced at him in surprise.

Madam Bai's expression suddenly became distressed, "Okay, Auntie will bring it to you later. But how can you have a bad stomach at such a young age. You must take good care of it, otherwise it will be difficult to take care of it when you get older. "

"Yeah." Qin Sinian nodded, a little envious of Bai Xunguang, who was eating delicious apples.

Sensing his gaze, Bai Xunguang asked in a bad tone, "Why?"

Qin Sinian shook his head and said nothing.

Looking at his quiet side face, Bai Xunguang suddenly asked curiously, "Why do you have stomach problems at your age?"

Qin Sinian's writing hand paused, and his eyes changed in the next second.It's just that Bai Xunguang didn't know him well enough, so he didn't want to say more.

"Old problem."

It's too perfunctory, Bai Xunguang frowned.It happened that his mother brought hot water up, so he didn't ask again.

Seeing that honey and sweet-scented osmanthus were added to it, Qin Sinian drank most of the cup in one go.

"It's delicious, thank you Auntie."

"Then Auntie will cook soup for you at noon, so you should drink more."

Bai Xunguang waved his arms, "Mom, your son is here, hey, look at me, Mom."

"Tsk, don't make trouble. Stomach trouble is not a trivial matter. Your mother must be worried too. You can ask her to take you to see a Chinese medicine doctor."

Qin Sinian smiled, but nodded without answering.

Will you be in a hurry?

In fact, his stomach problems were caused by starvation.

He lived at his grandmother's house when he was a child, and his parents were busy with work at that time, but they would call him often.

He was small and thin back then, and his lunch money was always stolen by senior students.

When he was robbed for the first time, he was hungry all day, so he called his father when he got home.Not only did his father not comfort him, but he also asked him to snatch the money back when he saw those people again.

The second time he fought hard, the money was still taken away, and he was beaten up.

The third time he left the money at home and did not take it with him, the group of people followed him home and blocked him in the alley in front of the house to force him to take it out, otherwise they would not let him go back.

Later, he realized that it was useless to tell teachers and parents about such things, and it would be better to simply go hungry for a clean meal.

It wasn't until he fainted at school one day with stomach bleeding that his parents realized the seriousness of the matter and came back to transfer him to another school.

But the shadow has not dissipated.

In the new school, he couldn't integrate into the circle of classmates who had formed his own school, and became more and more silent.

Until his grandmother passed away, he was the only one left in that family.

He was oppressed by the darkness and silence every night and wanted to scream, but he didn't want to be regarded as a lunatic by his neighbors, so he had to suppress his anger and loneliness.

How ridiculous.People close to me have left, only the fear of injury is always with me.