Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Saturday is the Lantern Festival, but there is no holiday for the Lantern Festival, so you have to study.

When the application form for staying in school was handed down, Bi Xia didn't even realize that today was the Lantern Festival, so he filled out the application form for staying in school.

Qiu Zhen took it over and took a look, a little surprised: "Aren't you coming back for the Lantern Festival?"

Only then did Bi Xia realize that, seeing his expression, Qiu Zhen changed him to going home to stay, but he himself filled the detention.

After filling in Qiu Zhen, he passed the form out, and someone grabbed him by the arm, it was Bi Xia.Qiu Zhen looked back at him: "What?"

Just as Bi Xia opened his mouth, he coughed for a while. Qiu Zhen unscrewed the thermos and handed it to him. Bi Xia took two sips of water before he could barely finish speaking: "Go to my house."

Qiu Zhen changed his mind and went home.

When returning home from school, Qiu Zhen insisted on going to the fruit shop, saying that he couldn't come empty-handed.

In fact, if there was only Mr. Xia in the family, Qiu Zhen would not have paid so much attention, but there were other people in the family.

Qiuzheng spent more than 200 yuan on this big bag of fruit. Fortunately, he brought a wallet with some cash in it today, otherwise he would not be able to settle the bill without his mobile phone.

The house is quite lively today. During the Lantern Festival, my uncle's family will come.

Grandma is busy in the kitchen, aunt is sitting in the living room watching TV with Nannan in her arms, grandpa is tending flowers and plants in the yard, and Xia Tian is helping him.

Dishes were served on the table one by one, and the Eight Immortals table was quickly filled. Tonight's dishes were very rich, including chicken, duck and fish.

Qiu Zhen remembered what happened last time, he went to see Bi Xia, and he didn't see anything wrong, it was just the way he usually eats at home, gentle and quiet.

Except when his aunt brings him vegetables.

Bi Xia suddenly put down the bowl and stood up.There was still half of the rice in his bowl, but Qiu Zhen's rice had already bottomed out. He took Qiu Zhen's bowl and said, "I'll give you more rice."

Bi Xia walked towards the kitchen, and her aunt's hand was in the air, a little embarrassed.The dish on the chopsticks was dripping with soup, she turned one dish, and wanted to give the dish to Xia Tian, ​​but Xia Tian hid the bowl and avoided: "I don't want it."

Qiu Zhen looked at them and then at the kitchen, "accidentally" dropped the chopsticks on the floor, Qiu Zhen said sorry and stood up and entered the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Bi Xia was still cooking, and Qiu Zhen teased him: "Do you count the grains one by one?"

Qiu Zheng turned on the faucet, adjusted the water very finely, and then began to wash the chopsticks.

"What about you? Wash it inch by inch?"

Qiu Zhen didn't expect him to come back, and he didn't care.

"You don't like others serving you food?"

The reason why I vomited after eating that day was because my grandma put food in it?He himself seems to have done such things, so uncomfortable?

He's a little bit off.

Bi Xia put the rice cooker on, looked at him and said seriously: "No."

"What isn't it?"

"Not everyone can."

Qiu Zhen laughed again: "Then who can and who can't?"

Bi Xia didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to push the kitchen door open, Qiu Zhen stretched out his hand from behind to cover his hand holding the door, pressed it down, and asked more clearly this time.

"What about me? Can I?"

Qiu Zhen's voice was right next to his ear, and with the hot breath he exhaled, it hit his ear.

Bi Xia nodded, and Qiu Zhen let him go.

Just now, the dishes on my aunt's chopsticks were dropped on the table and no one cared about them, and the atmosphere at the table was a little stiff.

Qiu Zhen didn't seem to feel anything, Bi Xia's words made him very happy, he kept smiling when he came out of the kitchen, and picked up vegetables for Bi Xia from time to time.

Bi Xia was indeed, as he said, not repulsed.

They had a happy time here, grandma saw it and joked: "Xiaoqiu takes care of our Dongdong so much, he looks like a guest to Dongdong."

The aunt answered immediately: "Yes, I can't get my hands on it."

Qiu Zhen thought that it would be better if none of you got involved, and said very politely: "Bi Xia helped me a lot in studies, it should be."

As he spoke, he brought fish with chopsticks to Bi Xia. He didn't really dislike fish, but he seldom ate it. Qiu Zhen thought he might just find it troublesome.

There was the sound of a car outside the yard.

Grandma looked out through the window in the living room: "Wen Yuan is back?"

As if to confirm her guess, the door was pushed open, and the uncle pulled off his tie as soon as he entered the door, his face was a little flushed, it looked like he had been drinking.

He called his parents and nodded to Bi Xiaqiuzheng as a greeting, and then sat down.

Mr. Xia put down his chopsticks and frowned: "Have you been drinking?"

"Dad, Wen Yuan must have a drink when he goes out to socialize."

"Don't drive after drinking."

Grandma pushed him: "It's a big holiday, and the children are here. Let's talk about it later. Wen Yuan hasn't eaten yet, right? Mom will serve it for you."

Qiu Zhen was dumbfounded when he heard that, is drunk driving so serious?Judging by this degree, maybe it can be considered drunk driving, right?

Bi Xia only called out to his uncle when Xia Wenyuan came in, and then kept bowing his head to eat his own food.

Mr. Xia had a straight face and didn't speak anymore. He has been the principal for most of his life, and he usually looks close, but he is still very serious when he really pulls his face down.

There was a bit of depression at the table, Xia Tian had eaten early, and he didn't dare to leave the table early, until Mr. Xia put down his chopsticks and the few people on the table stopped one after another.

"Stay at home today?"

"I can't stop, the company..."

"That's right, work hard. It's not easy for your sister to work outside alone. You can help a little."

He was talking about Ms. Xia buying a house for Nannan.

Xia Wenyuan was silent for a while, then said: "Sister, I will return it."

"It's all the family who say nothing and don't pay it back. Wen Yuan will live at home tonight, and he is not allowed to go anywhere. What kind of business is important to the family?"

"exactly."

Grandma and aunt sang together to clear the topic, and Xia Wenyuan sat down again.

Mr. Xia didn't mention this again, he got up and went upstairs, and grandma said with a sigh of relief, "I'll cook Yuanxiao for you."

The aunt saw that the uncle took out a red envelope from the bag and wanted to give it to Bi Xia.

"I haven't seen anyone during the Chinese New Year, and I haven't had a chance to give red envelopes, so I will make up for it now."

Bi Xia didn't want it, so his aunt wanted to put it in his pocket, but he frowned and avoided it, but his aunt still only regarded him as being polite.

Qiuzheng winked at Xia Tian, ​​and Xia Tian understood, and went to tell her mother to eat fruit.

Qiu Zhen also took the opportunity to say, "Bi Xia, have you finished your homework?"

"No."

While talking, the two took advantage of Xia Tian to call her mother to peel the fruit and go upstairs.

After a while, Xia Tian also came up: "Grandma said that the Lantern Festival is ready, go down and eat."

Bi Xia didn't want to go down, he didn't want to experience what happened just now.Qiu Zhen saw it, and said that you take a bath first, and I will go down.

When Bi Xia came out, there was glutinous rice balls that had been steaming all night on the coffee table.

Sitting on the sofa in Xia Tian, ​​Qiu Zhen was talking to the little girl.

"Grandma has been at my house last week, talking about buying a house every day, as if asking my aunt to borrow money."

Borrow money?

Qiu Zhen didn't tell the little girl the truth, but asked Mr. Xia about it.

"Is Teacher Xia at home alone?"

"Grandpa? Grandpa doesn't like to go to my house."

Bi Xia stopped in his tracks, he thought of the dumplings in the refrigerator, and the quick-frozen steamed buns of various flavors bought in the supermarket. The dumplings made by grandma are delicious, and these steamed buns are also delicious, but they will get tired of eating every day.

Besides, my grandfather, a native of the south, grew up eating rice, and he was not used to eating pasta.

There was a TV in the living room on the first floor, which was very lively, but Bi Xia knew that his grandfather was in the study, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Grandpa was writing, and Bi Xia went to study ink and watched him write.

After Mr. Xia finished writing, he read it from beginning to end, and then left it aside, asking Bi Xia to go over.

"It's been a long time since I wrote?"

"Ah."

Bi Xia took the pen in his hand, but it was useless, and took a thinner one from the pen holder.

He wrote Pipa Xing.

Mr. Xia saw it, no wonder he had to change his pen, for this chapter, with this pen, this piece of paper was not enough to write.

"How did you think of writing this? I'm teaching recently?"

Bi Xia smiled as if thinking of something fun.

Mr. Xia didn't ask him why he was smiling, it was a sweet smile, probably some stories, the old man didn't care so much.

He asked something else: "Where is Xiaoqiu, have you learned horizontally?"

Except for the enlightenment teaching, Mr. Xia has never seen a student whose foundation is worse than that of Qiu Zhen. Fortunately, Bi Xia usually takes him with him.

"much better."

The lines on the pipa are too long, and it is unrealistic to finish writing. Bi Xia put down the pen after writing about twenty sentences to give way to Grandpa.

Old Mr. Xia stood where he was just now, stretched out his hand and pointed at one place on the paper, and said nothing, but Bi Xia knew that this place was incoherent, so he nodded, and Mr. Xia didn't say much.

"Come back at noon tomorrow? Ask him to come and write a couple of pictures for me to see."

"it is good."

After finishing writing, Mr. Xia began to talk. Mr. Xia lay down on the rocking chair, holding a purple sand pot in his hand, and took a sip slowly: "What do you want me to do here?"

"Hire a part-time worker, and let her cook when grandma is away."

"How much money?"

"Mine."

"I know you're not short of money, so take it yourself and do whatever you want. Grandpa doesn't need you to worry about it."

"I don't want a house."

Mr. Xia stopped what he was doing, sat up and looked at him.

Bi Xia continued to say as if she didn't see anything: "I don't need it, just give her what she wants. You are getting old, pay attention to your diet."

"Do what you want, and don't get involved in these things at home."

"I don't care about them, I don't care about money, but you are my grandfather."

Mr. Xia sighed: "Investigate things, extend knowledge, be sincere, be honest, cultivate one's morality, govern one's family, govern the country and the world. In my life, I have fallen on the Qi family."

"You are a teacher, teaching and educating people for a lifetime, and there are peaches and plums all over the world, and some students will rule the country and the world for you."

Mr. Xia was stunned, and Bi Xia said, "You are the person I admire the most."

Mr. Xia has sat up completely. He never thought that he could hear such words from Bi Xia in his life. It is not uncommon for any of his students to say these words, but Bi Xia, his own grandson, with his temperament, Can actually say such a thing.

Xiaoqiu is really not easy.

During these days, Bi Xia has changed a lot.

After finishing talking, Bi Xia felt a little embarrassed. He went back to the third floor and thanked Qiu Zhen.

Qiuzheng is unknown, so what are you thanking?

No matter what thanks, after finishing homework and going to bed, it's time to share the same bed again.

As soon as the lights were turned off, the room suddenly became quiet, and the alarm clock next to Bixia's bed was silent. They closed their eyes, and the only sound in their ears was each other's breathing.

The hands on the alarm clock turned in circles quietly, and the interlaced breathing sounds that began to rise and fall gradually became consistent.

Qiu Zhen wasn't very sleepy yet, he wanted to turn around, but he was worried about the people around him, for fear of interrupting his drowsiness.

Such a big bed, because there are two people lying on it, the range of activities is not as spacious as the bunk beds in the school, but Qiu Zhen thinks this kind of feeling is not bad.

After sleeping alone for so many years, this is the first time he knows that he likes to sleep with others?

Probably never had a chance to find out before.