Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Qiu Zhen was woken up by the Firecracker God. He yawned and put a stamp under his pillow. Sure enough, there were four red envelopes, and his father's one was always unique.

He opened the square red envelope, which is a set of stamps.In fact, he has no habit of collecting stamps, but the stamps given by his father are more expensive.Qiu Zhen took out the stamp album and carefully placed the stamps with special tools. He suddenly thought that if it was Bi Xia, he might like it.

In the future, if you have a chance, you can invite him to play at home, and ask his father to give you a set of meeting gifts...

Bi Xia received more. Ms. Xia directly wrapped a credit card. Director Bi had no cash on him. He searched his pockets and only found 17 yuan. He asked someone to borrow [-] yuan to make up [-] red envelopes and then gave it directly to his son. transfer.

Many of the staff on the set followed Bi Haicheng all the way here, and they watched Bi Xia grow up, so they more or less gave him red envelopes.

After lunch, they didn't know where they found mahjong. Several people gathered around the set to play and watch. Ms. Xia played two games, and Bi Xia was put on the table by them.

He pursed his lips: "I won't."

"It's okay, it's easy to learn, your grades are so good, you must learn quickly."

Bi Xia glanced at his parents, they just looked at him with a smile and didn't stop him.

Bi Xia was still a little rusty in the first lap, and everyone felt that something was wrong from the second lap, and it was him who messed up every time.

Ms. Chen, the makeup artist, didn't believe in evil: "My crew's throne is not guaranteed. Change seats and change seats."

Bi Xia still won steadily, and the onlookers found that he "touched" a lot, and he rarely caught a card and knocked it out, and then caught the same card one after another and regretted it.

Finally someone realized something was wrong and asked in disbelief, "Do you know how to count cards?"

Bi Xia probably knew what he meant by counting cards. It was unrealistic to remember every card, but he could indeed remember some positions when shuffling the cards.

"half."

"Half is also a big deal."

"Hey, it's not the same if you have a good brain. Sister Chen, you are losing at the starting line hahahahaha."

When they met a novice who could count cards, everyone immediately lost the fun of adjusting the newcomer, and Bi Xia had to sit down.

Qiu Zhen also seemed to be very idle, and sent him a lot of messages.He thought for a while, went outside and called Qiu Zhen.

The call was quickly connected, and Bi Xia heard the wind.

"Are you at sea?"

"Well, I'm going to dive today."

"Ah."

"Let's play together in summer, I'll take you to play."

"……it is good."

"School starts on the eleventh day of the first month, right? When are you going to go back?"

"Sixth day."

"Oh, then I'm also in the sixth grade, otherwise you'd be so boring by yourself."

"not boring."

"Okay, okay, I'm bored, okay?"

"Ah."

"...how is your homework?"

"Not written."

"I haven't...what?"

Qiu Zhen sat cross-legged on the yacht, looking lazy with his shoulders slumped, and sat up straight when he heard this.

"You didn't write it?"

"Ah."

"You haven't written it yet, so when are you going to write it?"

"Go back and write."

Bi Xia was very calm, he knew the amount of homework and his own speed, four days was enough.

"Ugh--"

Qiu Zhen suddenly let out a long sigh, and Bi Xia asked him a question knowing that he was fine.

"how?"

"I can only live at home alone when I go back. My house is full of furniture covered with dust covers, and there is dust everywhere. Every day is either instant noodles or takeaway..."

He said with another sigh.

"Come to my house."

"That's so embarrassing, are you at home on the sixth day?"

"Arrive in the afternoon."

"Row."

Director Bi said that taking a day off is really just a day off, and on the second day of the Lunar New Year, work starts before dawn.

From the third day of junior high school, other actors also returned to the set one after another. Bi Xia asked Song Qi for some autographs, and the price was that Song Qi dragged her to take a selfie.

"Don't worry, I won't post on Weibo, just post on Moments to show off, I know a college bully!"

All child stars will be concerned about their grades. Song Qi's grades in cultural subjects were not very good. The teacher hired a lot of grades but couldn't improve. In the end, she didn't take the college entrance examination and applied for a foreign university.

People always yearn for what they don't have.

On the fifth day of the lunar new year, Bi Xia packed his things and went back to Beijing with Ms. Xia. He would go directly to the airport, and Ms. Xia would start working tomorrow. The next reunion of the three of them might be the next New Year.

He doesn't like this kind of life.

Qiu Zhen asked Bi Xia's flight time, saying that he wanted to join him on the same bus, but Bi Xia's plane was delayed, and Qiu Zhen waited at the airport for two hours.

He had just returned from Hainan, and he was not used to putting on a heavy padded jacket all of a sudden, and he looked a bit bulky.

When he went there, he brought a box of special products, and when he came back, he still had a box of special products. Of course, he had to bring gifts when he was a guest at Teacher Xia’s house. These things were basically bought by Sister Wang.

She really disliked the fruit her son packed, not to mention, she had to bring any fruit that she couldn't buy these days.

Clear the fruit out of the box.

But Qiuzheng tried his best to keep a coconut.

I agreed to send coconuts to my deskmate, but I didn't send them during the New Year's Eve, and now Brother Qiu expresses them to my door.

Qiu Zhen went back to his home to pack a few changes of clothes, and then came to classmate's house with a box of gifts.

As a gift he personally selected for his tablemate, the coconut must have special treatment, and he carried it in his arms.

This coconut has not been processed at all. It is what it is now when it is picked off the tree. It is wrapped in a layer of green peel, which is very heavy.

Qiuzheng held the coconut in one hand and carried the box in the other. When he finally went to Bi Xia’s house to put the coconut on the tea table, he took a photo of the huge coconut with his mobile phone, and then the person who hadn’t posted on Moments for thousands of years posted on Moments: Thousands of miles to send coconuts , The etiquette is heavy and the affection is heavy.

Sister Wang complained mercilessly: deserved it

It doesn't matter if the coconut is heavy, and there is no special coconut opener at home. My grandparents went to my aunt's house as a guest, and Qiu Zheng struggled with a kitchen knife and a wine corkscrew for a long time before opening a hole.

Bi Xia looked at the messy chopping board and the bruised coconut and felt a little helpless. Qiu Zhen poured the coconut juice into a cup and handed it to Bi Xia.

Bi Xia took another cup and gave him half a cup before bowing his head and taking a sip. Qiu Zhen took the cup and didn't drink it, looking at him expectantly: "How is it? Does it taste good? It's freshly picked and airlifted."

It's not that Bi Xia has never drank coconut juice, nor has he never been to the beach, but the taste of this coconut is indeed somewhat different from what he remembers, just like the egg tart that Qiu Zhen handed over.

After drinking the coconut juice, there are follow-up issues to deal with. The green coconut skin, white fiber, and transparent coconut juice are all over the cooking table and the nearby ground. The whole is the scene of the coconut killing case.

The two of them cleaned up the kitchen together, and after tidying up Qiuzheng, they took coconuts and kitchen knives to the yard.

Although there was a lot of movement just now, it was actually to take a sip of coconut juice. This time it was different, he wanted to peel the coconut meat.

Ordinary coconuts can be thrown away after drinking the coconut milk, but this is an airlifted coconut. Qiuzheng’s values ​​​​do not allow him to waste it like this. He must make full use of it. The hard shell inside is used for potted plants, and even the peeled skin must be thrown away. Use it as fertilizer in the garden!

Bi Xia tidied up the living room, and when he came out to see, Qiuzheng was still chopping coconuts.

"Do you want to take what's in your suitcase?"

"No, they're all special products. My mother prepared them. The bag contains clothes. Take them for me."

"it is good."

Bi Xia went upstairs with his bag, paused for two seconds when he put it on the sofa outside, picked it up again, and put the clothes in the bag into his closet.

Qiuzhen was going to stay here for five nights, and it was inconvenient to put it in his bag.

As for the next door, thinking about the last time he stayed overnight, he would know that he would not go.

What Qiuzheng brought was close-fitting clothing, other than a sweater and trousers.

Folding all the clothes and pants in the closet, he took out a new towel and set aside a small piece for Qiu Zhen in the drawer where the underwear was placed, as did the socks.

When Bi Xia went downstairs again, Qiu Zhen finally chopped the coconut and began to scrape the shredded coconut with a fork.

Grandpa and grandma will sleep out for the night and will not come back until tomorrow afternoon. Fortunately, many restaurants have opened on the sixth day of the lunar new year, so they can order takeaway.

Bi Xia was self-aware of his craft, took out his mobile phone and asked Qiu Zhen what to eat, but Qiu Zhen said confidently: Isn't it just cooking?You wait.

He first put the shredded coconut into the oven. This oven has been used to roast sweet potatoes, and today it is rare to make something related to pastry.

What Qiuzheng said about being able to cook was actually knowing how to make pizza. When he was in junior high school, he went abroad to participate in a youth summer camp, and learned how to make pizza from a fat cook.

An hour later the pizza was out.

Regardless of the various problems caused by the lack of seasoning ingredients, this pizza is still good.

In the end, the two still ordered takeaway, and cleaned up the kitchen while their parents didn't come back.

After eating, I went out for a walk, and took out the garbage by the way, leaving no trace of evidence.

In the evening, when Qiu Zhen took a shower, he found that the bag was empty. He threw the bag aside and asked his deskmate, "Where are my clothes?"

"In the closet."

Bi Xia learned the lesson from last time and moved a quilt from the next door.If you have to sleep in one bed, two quilts are also good.

Qiu Zhen pushed open the cabinet door and opened the drawer, and smiled when he saw the towel rolled into a long strip and folded a little, how cute it is.

He desperately suppressed the raised corners of his mouth, turned his back to Bi Xia and said, "Shall I take a shower first?"

"Ah."

Bi Xia stopped what he was doing, and gave him a strange look, what are you laughing at?

When Bi Xia entered the bathroom, there was still steam in the bathroom, filled with the scent of shower gel.There was a layer of white mist covering the mirror, and it could be seen that a piece had been wiped away in the middle, but new drops of water soon attached.

There was an extra toothbrush on the sink, and a towel on the towel rack. There were traces of another person everywhere, but perhaps because they were familiar enough, Bi Xia didn't even feel repelled.

When he came out of the shower, Qiu Zhen looked at him seriously: "It's been a long night, why don't we do something interesting?"

Bi Xia hesitated: "What?"

"Let's make an appointment for homework. Whoever puts the pen first is the dog."

"……boring."

He said he was bored, but he had already started to do his homework. He originally planned to start tomorrow, but since Qiu Zhen wanted to, he could start tonight.

Both of them were wearing pajamas, and it was rare for Bi Xia to turn on the air conditioner.

Qiu Zhen would occasionally play games all night long, but Bi Xia never stayed up late, and he could not help yawning at twelve o'clock.

Qiu Zhen looked up at him and found that Bi Xia still had the same expression on his face, showing no sign of fatigue at all. If it wasn't for the slightly red corners of his eyes, Qiu Zhen would have thought that he was sleepy and had an illusion.

a little.

Bi Xia had already finished his chemistry homework, and Qiu Zhen couldn't hold on any longer. The day's long journey was still very tiring.

two o'clock.

After Bi Xia finished writing one essay, and the outline of the second essay had already been written, Qiu Zhen watched him blankly and yawned twice.

02: 30.

Bi Xia filled both pens with ink, and finally Qiu Zhen couldn't hold it anymore.

He also didn't want Bi Xia to have a pair of dark circles under his eyes tomorrow, and to stay up all night with a good boy who never stayed up late. The reason for the police officer was to study, and Qiu Zhen was still very guilty.

He tentatively asked, "Why don't you forget?"

Bi Xia looked at him silently, Qiu Zhen looked at him, and after a while, he looked away and hissed, the tablemate was very serious.

"Okay, okay, I'm a dog, okay?"

"Wang!"

Bi Xia couldn't hold back, coughed twice, then suppressed his smile, put down his pen, closed the physics homework he had just opened, looked at him and said, "Go to sleep."

Qiuzhen: "..."