Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

"It doesn't make a difference to me where the exam is."

Xia Wenlan looked at her son in surprise. Bi Xia has always been excellent, but at the same time he is also restrained.He is proud, but this pride is hidden in his bones. He has never said such sharp words.

"I will go back to college."

Bi Xia looked into her eyes, as if promising.

He will definitely do what he said, and Xia Wenlan didn't know how to react for a moment. She suddenly realized that she seemed to have not paid attention to Bi Xia's results for a long time.

All their conflicts are about what path Bixia will take in the future. They have never thought about whether he can go or whether he is suitable. No one, including Bixia himself, has considered the issue of ability, because they all know that he can .

Bi Xia had never achieved anything other than first place. She was surprised and delighted at first, but after a long time she took it for granted.

Crying children have sweets, and there is only one child in their family, Bixia, but he is so reassuring.

Except for sexual orientation.

She still remembered that Bixia told her very calmly that day that he was gay.

She said something irrelevant: "You said in junior high school that you liked boys, what about now?"

Bi Xia didn't know how the topic got here, but his parents' reaction to this matter was the same, they didn't support or object, and they didn't express their opinions.

He thought of Qiuzheng, Qiuzheng who was waiting for him under the tree, Qiuzheng who jumped high and showed his waistline when playing basketball, and Qiuzheng who made loquat cream for him after every get out of class.

Back then he said he didn't like the opposite sex, he said he was gay, and now he still is, and this same sex is no longer a general term for a group, but a vivid person who can be drawn by closing his eyes.

Now, he likes Qiuzheng.

He said, "Same."

It's useless, he thought, he is different from Qiu Zhen, they have too many conflicts, which cannot be resolved with just a word of politeness.

Ms. Xia looked a little embarrassed: "It's okay, it's okay..."

She was more like talking to herself.

After staring at the grass for a while, she raised her head and pulled her loose hair behind her ears: "Mom is waiting for you."

Bi Xia lowered his eyes, wait for him to change it?how to change.

"Wait until you come to Beijing. Then let your dad send you to school. He hasn't sent you at the beginning of school since you grow up?"

Bi Xia was silent for a long time, he seemed to have misunderstood something: "...Okay."

"Dongdong," Ms. Xia called him, but there was no further text. Bi Xia waited quietly for her to speak.

They stood by the small flower bed downstairs in the inpatient department, with water and pavilions, just like a small park, but the weather was cold, and it was meal time, so there were no people here.

"If, I mean, if you have someone you like, just tell mom. I know a lot... people like you, it doesn't matter, your father and I can accept it, and we won't object."

She looked at Bi Xia while talking, this question is a bit sensitive, Bi Xia nodded slightly, and then she continued: "But Dongdong, this circle is very chaotic, I have no objection, but you..."

Bi Xia knew what she was going to say, but he didn't want to explain too much: "It has nothing to do with me. I will not get married in the future, and I will not have children. I tell you this because you are my parents and have the right to know."

Ms. Xia looked at him and frowned slightly: "I understand, but you should talk to your father about this issue yourself."

Bi Xia nodded: "Okay."

"Mom still has work, so let's go first."

As soon as she got in the car, she called: "call Dongdong when you have time."

"what happened?"

"He himself cares a lot about sexual orientation."

Bi Haicheng was silent for a moment: "What did you say?"

Ms. Xia was a little irritable: "What can I say? Have I seen this kind of thing too often? I know I can't change it."

"I'll tell him, how is your dad?"

"Just an operation."

……

After Ms. Xia left, Bi Xia sat in the gazebo for a while, the street lights had already been turned on, and the chill penetrated bit by bit under the night.

His throat was so itchy, Bi Xia raised his head to relieve it a little, but the harder he pressed on coughing, the harder he coughed. He covered his lips, and there was a continuous burst of muffled coughing.

But the person who soaked the loquat paste for him was not there.

Bi Xia straightened up, and occasionally let out two small coughs, which seemed to be getting worse.

When he returned to the ward after dinner, his uncle was there, so he called uncle.Xia Wenyuan nodded to him, and the two remained silent.

The only sound in the room was Mr. Xia flipping newspapers.

"Your mother is not here, tell uncle if you have anything to say."

"Ah."

The management of the hospital is strict. When it arrives at [-]:[-], only the accompanying family members can be left in the hospital bed. Mr. Xia hasn't had an operation yet, so he doesn't need anyone to accompany him tonight.

Today Bi Xia was not here, Qiu Zhen got up late, and the bell had already rang when he arrived at the auditorium.

Teacher Liu was in class today. Qiu Zhen walked to his usual seat, and there was already someone sitting beside him.

"How did you come?"

"Grandpa doesn't need me there."

"Oh."

"Did you eat breakfast?"

"I don't know why, but today my stomach said he was a little sleepy."

Bi Xia put the pancakes back into the drawer.

Qiu Zhen hurriedly stopped him: "Wake up, wake up. Aren't you not here? I just slept for a while."

"I can sleep with you."

"That won't work. It's boring to run alone. I'll accompany you."

Bi Xia was slightly distracted, he knew that Qiu Zhen had no other meaning, but he didn't know how long he could hold on.

Qiu Zhen asked Mr. Xia how to avoid picking at the fruit shop. When he was almost done, he gave the selected fruit to the clerk and asked them to put a good-looking fruit basket.

He walked to Bi Xia by himself: "What about you? What do you want to eat?"

Bi Xia shook his head, Qiu Zhen didn't seem to see it, and looked at the fruits in the store and reported to him one by one: "Apple, banana, pear? Durian, mangosteen, dragon fruit? Orange, orange, grapefruit? What do you want to eat?"

Before Bi Xia could answer, he happened to see the staff bring in a basket of coconuts, which were coconuts with green skins.

Qiu Zhen didn't ask any more questions, and went directly to pick up a coconut, which was opened by someone at the checkout.

There are special tools for opening coconuts in the store, and the clerk opened the mouth and intubated the tube very neatly, which is completely different from the murder scene of Qiuzheng killing coconuts last time.

The coconut was really heavy, almost reaching the weight of a fruit basket. Qiu Zhen weighed it and looked at his tablemate, thinking that it would be better to keep the coconut shell in the store.

"Can I have a cup?"

"Okay, add three dollars."

They walked out of the fruit shop. Bi Xia was holding coconut juice in his hand, but his eyes had been on Qiu Zhen. He had been looking at him for a long time. At first, Qiu Zhen didn't notice that he didn't feel anything. After he noticed, he straightened up unconsciously. .

But Bi Xia kept looking at him and didn't speak. Qiu Zhen began to wonder if there was something on his face. He glanced at the reflector of the electric car on the side of the road, and there was no problem.

Bi Xia still looked at him again, Qiu Zhen changed the fruit in his left hand to his right, and then changed back immediately. Taking advantage of this movement, he slowed him down by half a step, and reached behind Bi Xia's side.

"Well, how about the succulents at home?"

"Grandpa took good care of them and took them to school in the afternoon."

The succulent weighs in the coconut shell.

"Oh." Qiuzheng replied dryly, and when they were shoulder to shoulder again, Bi Xia lowered his head and took a sip of coconut juice from time to time, and he no longer looked at him.

Qiu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little uncomfortable.

It happened to be meal time, and grandma was definitely not there at this time. There was a middle-aged man sitting beside Mr. Xia's hospital bed, not an uncle.

That is to visit people. Besides him, there should be other people who have visited today—there are many fruit baskets in the ward.

Principal Wang knew Bi Xia, and also had an impression of Qiu Zhen. When they heard the noise, they turned around and greeted them as soon as they saw it. It was the two of them who waited half a second before calling.

He smiled and said, "The old principal is here, you can call me senior brother."

Principal Wang left after sitting for a while. Before leaving, he said: "Everyone knows that you are hospitalized, but you won't be back for a while, so I sent my representative to come first."

Mr. Xia pointed to the fruit basket on the ground and said, "You are the third representative. If you take the fruit back, I can't eat it."

Of course, Principal Wang will not take it away again.

Qiu Zhen looked at the fruit in his hands, feeling a little worried. Why did he feel that not only the fruit he brought, but even the fruit on the ground might enter their stomachs?

Sure enough, when Mr. Xia saw his fruit basket, he said, "I've been doing this since I was young. I won't talk about the last time I bought less. I bought a fruit basket this time. You sit here and eat."

Qiu Zhen directly threw the pot away: "I bought it for my mother, that's what I bought."

He pointed to the coconut juice in Bixia's hand.

Bi Xia choked on the coconut juice. He was already coughing, but it took him a long time to stop coughing due to the stimulation.

"Have a cold yet? Go and register to see."

"It's okay." Bi Xia coughed hard and his eyes turned red.

Mr. Xia didn't persuade him either, and turned to Qiuzhen and said, "Xiaoqiu, take him there."

Bi Xia finally went with Qiu Zhen.

Old Mr. Xia was very surprised, he just mentioned it casually, if Bi Xia didn't want to go, he would persuade him again, I didn't expect Qiu Zhen to speak so well, it seems that the relationship is really good.

Mr. Xia is a little relieved that Bi Xia has such a good classmate, at least at this time.

The medicine in the small clinic in the infirmary didn't work, so I went to see a Chinese medicine doctor this time.

The old doctor asked about the symptoms while taking the pulse, and said after 1 minute: "Keep warm, young people should not lose their clothes in a hurry, relax, go to bed early, and pay attention to rest.

If you are taking loquat extract, you won’t need to prescribe another medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine... after taking it for so long, it doesn’t help, so stop it.

Still have to pay attention to recuperation and exercise properly. "

Does this mean that no medicine is prescribed?It was the first time Qiu Zhen saw such a doctor: "Doctor, what if he never recovers?"

The old doctor rolled his eyelids: "It's fine when it's hot."

Qiuzhen: "..."

He looked at Bi Xia again: "What about you? Do you want to take medicine? There is no specific medicine for your cough, and I don't have any. Take your time."

Bi Xia shook his head: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

They walk out of the consulting room.

Qiu Zhen carefully recalled the old doctor's words and thought for a moment: "You haven't slept well recently? Teacher Xia's illness will be cured soon, what are you worrying about?"

Bi Xia turned around suddenly, Qiu Zhen stopped quickly.They were very close, Bi Xia had to raise his head to see his eyes, he raised his head slightly, Qiu Zhen lowered his head slightly, and saw himself in his eyes.