Dressed as a cannon fodder in a Mary Sue romance novel

4 chapter

Under normal circumstances, Lin Qinghe's weekends start at noon.

But today, he got up early because he was going to attend Teacher Song's wedding.

When he got up, Song Zhenju and Lin Bin were sitting in the living room having breakfast. Seeing him getting up so early, Song Zhenju raised her eyebrows and said in surprise, "Ah, I'm possessed by a ghost today, it doesn't look like you at all."

Where did Lin Qinghe dare to say that he was going to attend the wedding? If Song Zhenju found out, it would definitely be another urge to marry him, so he put on a smirk and replied, "Today, my colleagues are gathering and the college entrance examination is coming soon. Everyone, relax."

Song Zhenju curled her lips, "It's not your college entrance examination, why are you relaxing?"

"It is also very hard to lead the third year."

"Okay, let's go, come back early." Song Zhenju waved her hand and didn't say anything else.

Lin Qinghe was amnesty, took two buns from the table and walked out.

Their home is a bit far from Dingyuan Hotel, and it will take a lot of time on the road, that's why he got up so early.

Hey, I really want to sleep more, and finally came across a big weekend.

When we arrived at the hotel, many teachers had already arrived, sitting around in twos and threes and chatting.

Lin Qinghe looked around, found the table he was most familiar with in the liberal arts group of the third year of high school, and sat down.

At the beginning, everyone was pretty normal, chatting with melon seeds, and complaining about my wonderful students.

But after the ceremony started, seeing Mr. Song and her new husband Qiqi walking on the red carpet, everyone's emotions were touched by something, and they all lamented and felt sad.

The corners of the English teacher's eyes were red, "Mr. Song is also married, when will it be my turn? Why is it so difficult to meet a suitable one? You don't know what kind of strange things I have met on blind dates over the years!"

The math teacher sighed quietly, "What's so good about being married? I'm like a nanny at home all day long. After serving the older ones and the younger ones, everyone is too lazy to wait for me to feed them directly. No one helps, no one understands. God piss me off."

The geography teacher smiled bitterly, "It is said that being a teacher is good and stable. After a long time, I feel that life is a pool of stagnant water. I can see the end at a glance. It's boring. I'm a big man, hey..."

After speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Seeing this, the other teachers also picked up their wine glasses and filled them up, before burying their heads in drinking.

……

Lin Qinghe, who was a bit out of place at the side:? ? ?

what happened?Why did it suddenly become a complaint meeting? Today is a day of great joy. Is it really okay for you to be so melancholy at the wedding?

Seeing that Lin Qinghe was just eating food in silence, neither talking nor drinking, the English teacher leaned over and asked strangely: "Mr. Lin, are you okay?"

Lin Qinghe silently swallowed the food in his mouth, and said with a dry smile: "Haha, it's all good, it's all good." Hell, he's actually not good at all, but he will be killed by Qin Yue in the future, so I want to cry, It's too bad to know what will happen to me in advance, and I have to worry about it every day, and I can't express the pain in my heart.

The English teacher's eyes flickered, poured a glass of wine for Lin Qinghe, and said with a smile: "That's great, Teacher Lin, you don't seem to have a girlfriend now."

"No."

"Didn't your family force you to go on a blind date?"

Lin Qinghe rubbed his nose, remembering the failed blind date that he experienced when he first came to this world, and said: "Of course I was forced, but I haven't met a suitable one yet."

Hearing the words, the English teacher rolled her eyes and asked half-truthfully, "Me too, why don't we make do with each other."

"Hahaha, don't be kidding, you are so beautiful, I don't deserve it." Lin Qinghe hurriedly took a sip of Coke to suppress his shock. In his impression, English teachers have always existed like NPCs. strange.

What's more, he really doesn't mean that to the English teacher.

The English teacher didn't say anything more, but the drink got worse.

I don't know why, but everyone is extremely crazy today, which led to the fact that after the wedding, only Lin Qing and a sober one were left at the table.

So Lin Qinghe supported the geography teacher, the English teacher and the math teacher supported each other, the history teacher and the politics teacher drank the most, and they couldn't walk. The bride simply gave them a room in the hotel and let them rest first.

Walking outside the hotel, Lin Qinghe looked at the three drunks with helpless faces, and asked, "How are you going to go home?"

The geography teacher was not too drunk, so he smiled and took out a key and handed it to him, "I'm driving."

Lin Qinghe almost wanted to curse.

Don't drink while driving, don't drive while drinking, a drop of wine by the driver will bring tears to your loved ones, big brother.

Have you seen any of these slogans?

"Stop driving like this, I'll call you a car." Lin Qinghe said helplessly.

As soon as Lin Qinghe's voice fell, the bride who was taking care of everyone said: "Mr. Lin, don't be so troublesome. Why don't you just drive Teacher Xu's car, and just send them all back."

Lin Qinghe: Am I not bothering you?

"But……"

"Do you have a driver's license?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then trouble Mr. Lin, I have to go to see Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Chu, I will leave this to you." The bride turned and entered the hotel after she finished speaking.

Lin Qinghe had no choice but to put them all in the geography teacher's car and send them home one by one.

Not to mention, it's really a coincidence that none of the three of them made it along the way.

Lin Qinghe had no choice but to send the English teacher and math teacher home first, and then the geography teacher.

The geography teacher's alcohol quality is not bad, but when he was drunk, he would lie in the co-pilot and sleep soundly. It would be even better if he didn't snore.

"Turn right at the intersection 200 meters ahead and continue straight."

Because Lin Qinghe didn't know the way, he relied on navigation all the way.

There was indeed a crossroad ahead, and there were street lights, so Lin Qinghe didn't slow down and drove straight past.

However, unexpectedly, when less than ten meters away from the intersection, an empty bottle suddenly rolled into Lin Qinghe's sight from the side.

He subconsciously felt something was wrong, and sure enough, the next second, a figure appeared in front of his car.

Lin Qinghe's pupils dilated instantly, his mind went blank, and his heart almost jumped out.

He hastened to step on the brake desperately, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't step on it.

Lin Qinghe could barely hold the steering wheel with his hands. He lowered his head in a panic to find the brake, and finally stepped on it.

Before he could rejoice, there was a loud "bang", followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The car finally stopped, and because of the huge inertia, his head hit the steering wheel hard, and his lip was accidentally bitten by his teeth, dripping blood, but he didn't feel any pain.

It's just that the whole person is wrapped in great fear.

I was so scared that I was trembling all over, and I didn't even dare to lift my head from the steering wheel to take a look at what was going on outside.

Did he kill someone?

Still haven't escaped?

The geography teacher on the side was also dizzy and sober after being hit.

Seeing more and more people and a large pool of blood outside, he instantly understood what happened, and his face turned pale.

Seeing Lin Qinghe lying on the steering wheel trembling, he thought that Lin Qinghe had crashed, so he pushed him lightly and asked, "Lin, Mr. Lin, are you okay?"

Only then did Lin Qinghe slowly raise his head. In a short moment, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

"Don't, don't be afraid, I'll call the police, call, call an ambulance." The geography teacher said and took out his mobile phone in a panic.

Lin Qinghe nodded blankly, and turned his head to the back seat. He still didn't dare to look out, as if nothing had happened.

However, he didn't escape for a long time, the car door was opened, and a group of indignant people stood at the door and dragged him out.

Lin Qinghe knew that he should go to see Grandma Qin's injury now and take some emergency measures.

But he just didn't dare, he just didn't want to, wishing that he was the one lying on the ground now.

He was too scared, he was afraid that he would kill someone, he was afraid of what happened next, he was afraid of Qin Yue's hateful eyes.

He was really scared.

Lin Qinghe's mind flashed the idea of ​​running away regardless, but in the end he suppressed him and let the crowd push him to the side of the wounded.

It really was Grandma Qin.

She lay in a pool of blood.

Lin Qinghe had never seen so much blood in his life. Holding back his fear, he stretched his trembling fingers to her nose little by little.

The air is like a gossamer, but there is still breathing.

Lin Qinghe let out a heavy breath, almost couldn't support his knees on the ground, then remembered something and raised his head, shouting: "Ambulance, ambulance, she is still breathing, she is still alive, ambulance..."

Things were chaotic after that. Lin Qinghe only remembered that the crowd formed a wall to block him, and all he could hear were insults and accusations.

He has been kneeling and sitting next to Grandma Qin, holding her hand, hoping to warm her hand so that she can survive it.

Although he knew that this was not the cause of Grandma Qin's death in the book, he didn't buy a new car. He hit her with the geography teacher's car. He didn't follow the original plot. Who knows what will happen.

Just when he felt like a century had passed, an ambulance finally arrived and took them to the hospital.

Grandma Qin was pushed into the operating room, followed by a long wait.

He was sitting in the corridor of the hospital, the surrounding was too quiet, and he was so uncomfortable that he almost exploded. It would be better if he was scolded by so many people just now, but he would be calmer.

"Ms. Lin, don't worry too much. The old man will be fine. Besides, she ran the red light first. It's not your fault. You won't be severely punished." The geography teacher comforted.

Lin Qinghe raised his head, hooked the corners of his mouth, squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, and said nothing.

Yes, but not now.

He wanted to wait for grandma Qin to come out, but the police came and took the two of them to investigate.

When he came back, Grandma Qin had just been pushed out, and beside her stood Qin Yue and Grandpa Qin.

They stood beside Grandma Qin on the left and right, and Grandpa Qin was buried next to Grandma Qin, not knowing what to say.

Qin Yue stood straight aside, Lin Qinghe couldn't see his expression, but could only see his shrugging shoulders and trembling body.

Lin Qinghe wanted to go over and explain that he really didn't mean it.

However, as soon as he took a step, he saw a smile on Grandpa Qin's face, and kissed Grandma Qin's face lightly, then slowly pulled up the quilt on Grandma Qin's body and covered her face.

Lin Qinghe was startled, and hurriedly supported the wall with his hands so as not to fall down.

Shocked and bewildered, Grandma Qin died!

That Grandpa Qin!

He hurriedly walked towards them, but before he could reach them, Grandpa Qin suddenly covered his chest and fell down in pain.

It was chaos again.

☆、Chapter 25

Two new graves have been erected in Changning Cemetery.

Closely next to each other, there are photos of two old people pasted on the tombstone, looking kindly at the people in front of the tomb.

It seems that there will be a rain every year around Qingming. It is not heavy, but it can directly fall into people's hearts.

Qin Yue had stood in front of the tombstone for an unknown how long, his whole body was drenched, and he could feel the chill on his body without getting close, but he didn't even shake.

It seems to have condensed into an immovable sculpture.

Lin Qinghe stood behind him, holding a black umbrella in his hand, and tried to go up to him several times to prop it up for him, but in the end he didn't open it, and silently accompanied him in the rain.

He should be saying goodbye to Grandma Qin and Grandpa Qin, but he still doesn't bother.

There was rain dripping into his eyes, which hurt him so much that he was almost forced to cry, but in the end nothing came down, just like his heart, it was empty.

I don't know how I got here these few days, it seems that it has only passed for a moment, and it seems that a century has passed.

Grandma Qin died without being rescued, and Grandpa Qin had a heart attack and went away with her.

Overnight, Qin Yue lost two relatives.

He directly and indirectly killed two people, but the police said he was not guilty. It was Grandma Qin who ran a red light to pick up a bottle. She was fully responsible, and Lin Qinghe only had to bear [-]% of the responsibility.

Lin Qing sat alone in the hospital for a long time, he didn't dare to go to Qin Yue, so he could only call the system out to question him feebly.

Why did the plot develop like this?

According to the original plot, he can't help Qin Yue, but he can still secretly ask Su Nuan for help, Grandma Qin may not die.

But now there is not even a chance to save it.

The system still had that friendly tone, but for the first time it had a cold tone.

[Due to various factors, the original plot has deviated, leading to confusion in the plot, and some of the following things may happen in advance. 】

The fear that he suppressed for the past few days reappeared again. What plot will happen in advance?Did Qin Yue ruin his reputation and throw him into prison?

For this reason, he did not dare to appear in front of Qin Yue for several days.

He just hid not far from him and watched him take care of Grandma Qin and Grandpa Qin's funeral.

He took out all the family savings, plus Lin Qinghe's compensation, and reluctantly bought two cemeteries for the two old people and buried them.

Today is the day of the old man's burial, Lin Qinghe hesitated for a long time, but still came.

He originally thought that Qin Yue would be furious when he saw him, would beat him and scold him, but there was nothing.

He just glanced at him lightly, then looked away, and never looked at him again, as if he didn't exist.

The mourners left one after another, and soon there were only the two of them left.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and his body was so cold that Lin Qinghe couldn't help shivering slightly, but he still stood with him.

Lin Qinghe knew that this would not make up for anything, but he didn't know what to do.

According to the law, he is not guilty, and Grandma Qin is at fault, but in human terms, how can he feel at ease when Grandma Qin and Grandpa Qin died because of him.

How could Qin Yue not hate him.

Just when he felt that it would be better to go to prison for a few years now, Qin Yue finally turned around.

He saw Lin Qinghe standing not far away, a trace of surprise flashed across his pale and indifferent face, as if wondering why he was still here?But it soon calmed down.

Then stood there, quietly, looking at him for a moment.

Lin Qinghe looked at him, then quickly looked away, almost fled, then lowered his eyes and dared not look at him again.

After some time, a pair of black shoes appeared in his sight, which belonged to Qin Yue.

Lin Qinghe's heart contracted instantly, he was afraid that when he raised his head, he would see Qin Yue's eyes full of hatred.

Qin Yue was not in a hurry, but just stood still. After a while, he suddenly raised his hand and touched the little tiger on Lin Qinghe's wrist.

Lin Qinghe felt sour in his heart, clenched his fists, suppressed the fear in his heart, and slowly raised his head.

To his surprise, there was no hatred in Qin Yue's eyes, it was just empty and blank.

The little tiger seemed to attract all Qin Yue's attention. He raised his head, touched it lightly, and suddenly murmured: "Teacher, I have no family anymore."

These words were like an arrow piercing straight into Lin Qinghe's heart, hitting the bull's-eye, dripping with blood.

Lin Qinghe opened his mouth, and could only say something in a low voice for a long time, "I'm sorry."

"I know I shouldn't blame you, but I still hate you." Qin Yue said, his voice choked up, his eyes became more and more red, and big tears suddenly fell down.

In so many days, it was the first time he saw Qin Yue cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Lin Qinghe reached out to pat him on the back to comfort him, but in the end he still lowered his hand, just repeating these three meaningless words over and over in vain.

For the first time, he hated that the language was so weak.

Just when he was at a loss, Qin Yue suddenly reached out to hug him, and buried his head in his shoulder.

He cried silently, but one drop after another of tears slid down his neck, so hot that his heart ached along with it.

Lin Qinghe stretched out his hand to hug him back, his eyes were moist, and he just blurted out some words, "I'll be your family member from now on, okay?"

Qin Yue's body froze for a moment, but he didn't answer anything.

As the sky gradually darkened, Lin Qinghe wanted to send Qin Yue home.

However, Qin Yue shook his head, rejected him for the first time, then turned around and walked in the opposite direction to him.

Lin Qinghe didn't feel at ease, and followed him not too far away, watching him enter the house with his own eyes, and then left.

When she got home, Song Zhenju was startled when she saw him like this, and hurriedly pushed him into the bathroom, "What's going on? Didn't you bring an umbrella? Why are you still drenched like this? Take a shower and change your dirty clothes." , you are not afraid of catching a cold."

Lin Qinghe took his clothes and went into the bathroom numbly. Song Zhenju saw him in a daze, her eyes were slightly red, but her tone was not weak at all, "Why, did their family bully you? Can this matter be all your fault? ? You drive the car well, that's dead... that old lady rushed out suddenly, isn't this courting death? Who would have thought, who would have thought of it!"

Lin Qinghe didn't speak or argue, just closed the bathroom door silently, and then turned on the shower.

Hot water was poured over his head, and finally his body gradually felt warm. Only then did he feel that he was alive again.

The brain that was about to freeze started to function again, and the system said that the next thing might be ahead of schedule, and he recalled what happened afterwards.

Qin Yue dropped out of school and drifted away for three years, but was found by the Qin family, and then came back to take revenge after taking power.

So the next plot should be Qin Yue leaving?

Lin Qinghe was worried all night, and when he arrived at school the next morning, he hurried to the classroom, Qin Yue was not there.

Probably not yet.

Because of this incident, the school gave him half a month's vacation, but the college entrance examination was coming soon, so Qin Yue was only given a vacation until yesterday, he should come to school today.

Today's morning reading is arranged by an English teacher.

As soon as the English teacher entered the classroom, he saw him and asked in a low voice in surprise: "Mr. Lin, why are you here? Have you finished the matter?"

"En." Lin Qinghe nodded perfunctorily, then walked out and stood in the corridor waiting for him.

Are you late?

But until the morning get out of class was over, he didn't see Qin Yue.

Lin Qinghe didn't hesitate anymore and rushed to his house.

When he arrived at the door of Qin Yue's house, Lin Qinghe found that the door was not locked. He was shocked, and slowly pushed the door open and walked in.

Unexpectedly, when he entered the door, he found Qin Yue sitting on a stool.

He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and it was cold in the room, so even after a night, his clothes still looked damp.

He sat there not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were black and bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head, saw that it was Lin Qinghe, and didn't react at all, just looked at him quietly, neither sad nor happy, as if he saw him, but also didn't seem to see him.

Lin Qinghe was startled by his appearance.

He hurried forward, knelt down in front of him, touched his hand, it was cold.

Lin Qinghe was angry and impatient, but he didn't dare to get angry, but his tone was a bit serious, "What are you doing? You will get sick, don't spoil yourself like this, they will be sad."

Who they are, the two of them tacitly agreed, so Lin Qinghe regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.

But Qin Yue didn't respond as if he didn't hear it.

"Get up and change your clothes first." Lin Qinghe said, helping him up.

It seemed that Qin Yue hadn't moved for a long time, and his body was extremely stiff. As soon as he stood up, his body tilted and fell to the right.

Lin Qinghe hurriedly supported him, and accidentally touched his forehead with his cheek, only then did he realize that Qin Yue's forehead was scorching hot, burning badly.

Lin Qinghe hurriedly helped him to the bedroom, took off his clothes, and stuffed them into the quilt.

Then he went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of ginger soup for him.

When he came back, Qin Yue was already a little dizzy from the fever, trembling slightly while holding the quilt, his mouth opened and closed, as if to say something.

But the voice was too low, Lin Qinghe couldn't hear clearly at all.

Of course, he didn't have time to listen. Instead, he helped Qin Yue up, let him lean in his arms, and slowly fed him ginger soup.

After finishing the drink, Lin Qinghe put him down again after seeing that his face finally turned a little bloody. Just as he was about to get up to buy medicine for him, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

He turned his head and saw that Qin Yue was half asleep and half awake, his eyes slightly opened, and his tone was full of pleading, "Don't go, I don't want to be alone."

Lin Qinghe's heart softened, but he still had a fever, so he said, "I'll go buy medicine for you, and I'll be right back."

Qin Yue didn't answer, but still grabbed his wrist and refused to let go.

Lin Qinghe had no choice but to sit back again, hold his hand, and coax him to sleep.

When Qin Yue opened his eyes, he felt weak for a while, but he became much warmer. Unlike yesterday, his whole body seemed to be frozen into ice.

His brain was still a little groggy, he was a little thirsty, and just about to get up to drink some water, he found that his right hand was being held by someone.

The man's hands were white and slender, with protruding wrist bones. There was a red rope tied to his wrist, on which hung a little tiger, which was his zodiac sign.

He stared at the man's wrist for a long time, remembering how many times he had imagined how he would wear it when he was carving the gift.

It was as beautiful as he imagined.

But it was such a beautiful hand that killed his relatives.

The strange thing is that he hates himself more than Lin Qinghe.

The reason why grandma ran to the road was just to pick up a bottle and save money to send him to college.

They are obviously not related by blood, why should they give everything to him, why not be more selfish, just don't pick him up in the first place, their life will not have to be so hard.

Thinking of this, Qin Yue felt chest tightness and coughed violently.

Lin Qinghe had already fallen asleep sitting on the side of the bed, but was awakened by his voice. Seeing that he was coughing so badly, he quickly patted his back to help him breathe.

Then he brought another glass of water and handed it over.

Qin Yue stopped coughing after drinking the water.

Lin Qinghe just raised his hand to touch his forehead to see if it was still hot, but Qin Yue turned his head away first.

Lin Qinghe's hand stopped in the air, paused for a while, then retracted it with a wry smile, and asked, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Qin Yue shook his head, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Teacher, why did you come here?"

"...I'm worried, come and see you." Lin Qinghe replied silently.

"I'm fine." Qin Yue's tone was light. Although he didn't say it clearly, Lin Qinghe also knew that this was an order to chase away guests.

Lin Qinghe sighed, stood up and walked out.

Qin Yue kept turning his head to look at the wall, biting his lips so that he didn't say anything to persuade him to stay.

He didn't want Lin Qinghe to leave at all, he wanted to stick to him all the time, but when he thought of Grandpa Qin and Grandma Qin, he felt that there was an extra hurdle in his heart, and he couldn't get over it no matter what.

So he could only pretend to be cold and let Lin Qinghe leave first.

Give him some more time, let him calm down, let him let go, let him think about it, so that he can start again.

I don't know how long it took, Qin Yue fell into the cold again, and the warmth brought by the ginger soup just now has gradually dissipated with Lin Qinghe's departure.

He was cold and hungry, but he didn't want to move, he just wanted to sit so quietly all the time.

"Eat something, I made noodles." A familiar voice came from the side.

Qin Yue turned his head and found that Lin Qinghe hadn't left, but was standing beside his bed holding a bowl of noodles.

☆、Chapter 26

Qin Yue looked at him, and for some reason, his nose turned sour, and his tone softened, mixed with a little grievance, "You didn't leave."

Lin Qinghe thought that he didn't want to see him, so he handed the noodles to him, and said, "Let's go now, I just remembered that you haven't eaten since yesterday, so I made you a bowl of noodles, if there is not enough, there is still in the pot, Take a good rest after eating."

After Lin Qinghe finished speaking, he raised his hand and touched his nose a little nervously. Seeing that Qin Yue didn't seem to want to speak, he continued, "...Then I'll go first."

Qin Yue lowered his head and looked at the noodles in his hands. There was a poached egg lying on the cooked vermicelli, sprinkled with chopped green onions, it was very simple, but it looked very appetizing.

The noodles were just out of the pot, and the heat was transmitted into his body through the wall of the bowl, making him finally feel warmer.

"Yes." Qin Yue replied in a low voice.

Lin Qinghe also had no reason to stay, picked up his things, turned around and walked out.

When he got to the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and saw Qin Yue raised his head at some point and was looking at him, the eyes of the two met unexpectedly.

Qin Yue withdrew his eyes almost in a panic, and lowered his head, as if he was trying to cover up something hastily.

"Any thing else?"

"Qin Yue, go back to class when you're healthy. No matter what happens, don't leave, okay?" Even though Qin Yue hated him and didn't want to see him, he still wanted to make some compensation by keeping Qin Yue by his side.

He couldn't let Qin Yue suffer those sufferings after killing Grandma Qin.Although after Grandma Qin's incident, he knew that the key plot would be difficult to change, but he still wanted to try.

Qin Yue picked up the chopsticks, slowly picked up the noodles and ate them, without answering for a long time.

Lin Qinghe scratched the wall next to him with some embarrassment, and said with a dry smile, "Then I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, he walked out, but he didn't expect to hear a low "hmm."

Lin Qinghe paused, felt relieved for a moment, and then strode out.

He came to Qin's house early the next morning, but the door was locked. He knocked for a long time but no one opened the door.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help feeling a little flustered. He clearly promised himself yesterday, but did he still leave?

Just as he was standing at the door at a loss, a neighbor of Qin Yue walked out and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Where's the soul screaming in the morning? It's endless knocking."

"I'm sorry, do you know where Qin Yue went?" Lin Qinghe asked hastily.

The neighbor rolled his eyes impatiently, "I don't know." Then he closed the door heavily.

At this time, a woman carrying breakfast came up the stairs.

She must have heard their conversation, and opened the door while saying: "Qin Yue, I saw him when I went out to buy breakfast in the morning. He was carrying a schoolbag. He must have gone to school."

"Going to school?!" Lin Qinghe couldn't help feeling worried when he remembered that he was still running a fever, so he thanked her and ran out.

When he arrived at school, he took a look outside the classroom, and Qin Yue was indeed sitting in the classroom.

He looked very bad, his face was pale, there was no blood on his lips, and his dark pupils were staring at the teacher and the blackboard, but the inside was as quiet as stagnant water, without a trace of expression.

Lin Qinghe stood at the back door of the classroom, looking at his thin back through the small window, feeling sore in his heart, being a hero is too miserable, and he has to bear so much at such a young age.

Even though he knew that the heavens would send a great mission to the people, he had to work hard and work hard, and after these hatreds and tribulations, he would be able to achieve the later Qinyue.

But if he just read a paragraph of text in the book and didn't feel anything, but when he watched all this with his own eyes as the person involved, he knew how cruel and difficult it was.

But he is not a saint, he can only do so much, he can compensate as much as he can.

If he still hates himself when he grows up, there's nothing he can do about it. I just hope that he can be merciful and don't let him die too badly.

Thinking of this, Lin Qinghe's smile was instantly bitter, as if no matter whether it was the hero or the cannon fodder, it was miserable.

Lin Qinghe stayed outside the classroom for a while, and then went to the Office of Academic Affairs to sell the leave.

The teacher at the Academic Affairs Office saw him and kindly reminded him: "Mr. Lin, don't you want to rest for a few more days? This matter has just been concluded, and the student in your class has also come to class. Is it okay for you to meet?"

Lin Qinghe shook his head with a smile, "I know your kindness, but the college entrance examination will be coming soon, and the children will not be delayed, so I still don't feel relieved."

"……All right."

After school at noon, Qin Yue's fever had not completely subsided, and his mind was still a little dizzy, and he had no appetite, so he lay down on the table directly, intending to sleep for a while.

However, not long after closing his eyes, he was pushed up.

He raised his head and saw Lin Qinghe standing in front of him at some point.

I don't know if it's because illness makes people vulnerable, or the surrounding environment makes him feel in a trance, creating a slight illusion, as if nothing happened between them, but he can still love him wholeheartedly and call him "Lin" with a smile on his face. teacher.

"Why are you lying here and falling asleep? You still have a fever. Go back." Lin Qinghe said, reaching out to touch his forehead, but Qin Yue was stunned for a moment and avoided it.

But he still packed his schoolbag obediently, got up and walked out.

When he walked to the school gate, he felt something was wrong, turned around and found that Lin Qinghe had been following him.

"Teacher Lin?" Qin Yue called out in confusion.

Only then did Lin Qinghe walk up to him, raised his index finger to touch the bridge of his nose, and said, "It's the last few days, let me take care of you."

A flash of surprise flashed in Qin Yue's eyes, he was silent for a while, and still refused with some difficulty: "No need."

Turn around and leave.

Lin Qinghe hurriedly raised his heels, "I know you hate me, and I hate myself too, I just want...to take care of you instead of them, I know I can't make up for it, you alone..."

What Lin Qinghe said was so messed up that even he didn't know what he was talking about.

Qin Yue finally stopped, he sighed, turned his head, looked at him with deep and sad eyes, "...Teacher, you don't understand."

Lin Qinghe choked, a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, he really didn't know what to do to save everything.

Seeing his sudden depression, Qin Yue opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned around and continued walking forward.

Lin Qinghe hesitated for a moment, but followed. Qin Yue didn't say anything this time.

Back at Qin's house, Lin Qinghe asked Qin Yue to do his homework, while he went to the kitchen to cook.

Before wearing the book, he kept his fingers away from Yang Chunshui at home, and after wearing the book, he was taken care of by Song Zhenju, so the only thing he would cook was the egg and scallion noodles that he had tried and learned on a whim.

When he brought out the meal, he was a little embarrassed, and said, "Let's make do with it, I'll learn other dishes tonight."

Qin Yue didn't say anything, took the meal and started eating.

After dinner in the afternoon, Qin Yue went to class, Lin Qinghe officially went to work tomorrow, and stayed at Qin's house in the afternoon to clean up.

Then a decision was made.

When he went out to buy vegetables at night, he went home first and said to Song Zhenju, "Mom, I want to discuss something with you."

Song Zhenju was choosing vegetables in the kitchen, without raising her head, she said, "Let's talk."

Lin Qinghe stood at the door of the kitchen, keeping a certain safe distance from her, and then said: "In the next period of time, I want to live with Qin Yue. I don't worry about him being alone without anyone to take care of him."

After speaking, he began to wait for Song Zhenju's roar, but after waiting for a long time, there was nothing.

He raised his head, Song Zhenju's complexion did not change, and she responded lightly: "Okay."

Lin Qinghe looked at her in surprise, "You agree!"

Song Zhenju stopped her hands and raised her head, "That child is left alone, it's very pitiful, you can accompany him, but can you take good care of him?"

"Don't worry, I can do it." Lin Qinghe immediately promised firmly.

Song Zhenju sighed, forced a smile at him, washed her hands, and then took out a lot of food from the refrigerator and stuffed it for him, "I bought it a long time ago, in fact, I have always wanted to visit him, But... hey! Take good care of him."

Lin Qinghe held the things in his arms, and couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Song Zhenju, and he stuttered, "Mom, you, you..."

"What are you, get out!"

"Ok."

Lin Qinghe is holding something