Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

Qiu Zheng pushed open the courtyard door, and the cats that were originally in the courtyard lowered to the wall in twos and turned around to look at them vigilantly. Qiu Zheng meowed at it, and the cat jumped off the courtyard wall and disappeared.

Qiuzheng: ...

The flowers and plants in the yard have not been taken care of for several days, and they are full of weeds.

They didn't stay long, and walked across the yard without stopping.The TV was on the drama channel, and Huadan was babbling and singing on the screen. The living room was empty, and the aroma of bone soup came from the kitchen.

Mrs. Xia put the prepared meals into the insulated box, and when she turned around and came out, she saw two more people in the living room.

Qiu Zhen looked curiously at the kitchen behind her: "It smells so good, grandma, what did you cook?"

He took the initiative to strike up a conversation, and even called grandma directly, and the old lady Xia burst into laughter.

"Big bone soup, cook more, grandma will serve you a bowl."

She put down the insulated box and went into the kitchen to put the remaining soup in the pot into a large porcelain bowl. She chopped two scallions and sprinkled them on top. The green scallions and light golden oil rings were randomly dotted on the soup surface, which looked very attractive.

The soup is really fragrant, but there is only soup.

"Shall I cook two dishes for you?"

"No, no, grandpa is still waiting for you, we will solve it ourselves."

"Where do you know how to cook?"

Qiuzhen said, "I will."

The old lady Xia glanced at Bi Xia: "Then you do it yourself?"

Bi Xia just nodded, the smile on her face restrained a little, and Bi Xia lowered her eyes.

Qiu Zhen said, "Grandma, don't worry."

"Then I'm leaving, you can do it yourself, if you don't know, just call and ask."

The old lady Xia took the insulation box and went out. Qiu Zhen called grandma goodbye. He winked at Bi Xia, but Bi Xia opened his lips slightly but did not speak.

The sound of closing the door came, and Bi Xia looked away.

He still couldn't speak.

Qiu Zhen's voice interrupted his thoughts: "There are quite a lot of things in the refrigerator, what should I eat?"

"I can not do that."

"I do not know either."

Bi Xia stared at him, Qiu Zhen looked indifferent: "Isn't there a recipe here? Take your phone down and let's find two random dishes."

Five minutes later, Qiu Zhen stared at a ubiquitous word soul on the recipe and asked, "How much is the right amount?"

Bi Xia: ...

Qiu Zhen decided to call and ask.

The old lady Xia said in a tone that I had expected a long time ago: "I said you don't know how to do it, what can you do?"

Qiu Zhen acted obediently: "Isn't it embarrassing to trouble you?"

"The spoon at home is about half a spoonful for a dish. The taste of Dongdong is light, so you can put a little less."

The phone was on speakerphone, and Bi Xia was stunned for a while when he heard this.

Qiu Zhen spoke nicely and coaxed the old lady from ear to ear. Before hanging up, he said: "It would be great if our Dong Dong was like Xiao Qiu."

Elderly people like such relatives' children.

Qiu Zhen went to see Bi Xia, and Bi Xia said, "I don't know how to get along with people...thank you."

Qiu Zhen felt a little blocked for some reason, and blurted out: "You don't need to get along with others, you can get along with me."

Bi Xia looked at him steadily and nodded slightly.

Qiu Zhen's claim that he can cook is not entirely false, at least he can chop vegetables, and his knife skills are barely passable, and he can cut vegetables evenly.

Stir-frying was a little bit floating, and with a strong left hand, he shook the spoon, and a few mushroom leaves fell straight out of the pot. Qiu Zhen glanced at Bi Xia, who was choosing vegetables, and wrapped the vegetables with a rag when he was not paying attention. Still looking confident.

After washing the vegetables, Bi Xia was going to wipe the water marks on the side of the sink, took the rag, and a few half-baked mushroom leaves fell out of it.

Bi Xia: ...

Qiuzheng: ...

Qiu Zhen coughed lightly and pointed at the fried vegetables with shiitake mushrooms just out of the pan: "Okay, you take it out, I'll fry the celery."

"Ah."

Not long after, Qiu Zhen came out with dried celery and put them on the table. Mushrooms and green vegetables, dried celery, and pork ribs with winter melon.

Mr. Xia will go home tomorrow, but today is the weekend, and there are still quite a few people visiting, so he called back to tell them not to go.

As a result, there will be no arrangements for the afternoon.Qiu Zhen looked at the time, it was only one o'clock, a rare free time.

"I haven't ridden a bike for a long time, let's drag it out for a walk, together?" After speaking, he was afraid that he would disagree and smiled flatteringly: "Take you to the billiard room."

Boss Huang is not here today, and there are few customers. There are only the two of them on the second floor.

Bi Xia lowered his body, looked straight ahead, straightened the palm of his left hand, palm down, and pressed it flat on the table surface, separated his five fingers, arched his palm, raised his thumb close to his index finger, rested the cue stick on his thumb, and held the cue stick in his right hand Adjust the angle slightly.

Sitting behind him, Qiu Zhen could see his back, estimated the waistline hidden under the wide school uniform, and stretched out his hands to compare.

When a ball was pocketed, Bi Xia took two steps back, keeping his eyes on the table, constantly calculating the best angle to hit the ball, when suddenly his waist tightened and he was hugged from behind.

Qiu Zhen was measuring in vain at first, but Bi Xia kept approaching, he couldn't hold back, and started to measure it directly, and said after touching it: "It's quite thin."

"Let go."

Bi Xia's voice was neither soft nor heavy, as if he had no emotion. Not only did Qiu Zhen not let go, but he hugged him whole, rubbing his chin on his shoulder: "You are so comfortable to hold."

Bi Xia pushed him away with his elbow, and Qiu Zhen moved away slightly: "Hey, don't be so stingy, I can hug you back."

Bi Xia covered his hand, Qiu Zhen trembled inexplicably, his hand loosened unconsciously, and Bi Xia moved his hand away forcefully.

Qiuzheng stopped being presumptuous.

Sitting in the classroom, Qiu Zhen was a little bored. He looked at the people around him who were reading seriously, and couldn't help but think: He is so comfortable to hold.

The examination room for the monthly exam has been arranged. When the old class came to post the list, Qiu Zhen didn't rush to look at it, but poked the waist of the tablemate: "Which side do you think we are divided into?"

"Don't guess."

"Guess whatever you want, there will be a prize for guessing right."

Bi Xia sighed softly: "The laboratory building."

He didn't say who was in the laboratory building, and Qiu Zhen didn't ask, it was just for fun, it didn't matter if he guessed right or not.

"The lottery is coming."

The examination room schedule was pasted right behind him, and Qiu Zhen turned around and raised his neck to find the names of the two people.

Coincidentally, both of them were in the test building this time.

"Your mouth, is it open?"

"..."

"There will be a prize for guessing correctly. After the test, brother will take you to fly a kite."

Kite.

The last time Bi Xia could remember flying a kite was when he was six years old.It was a clip from Bi Haicheng's movie.

The last shot of that movie is a little boy flying a kite, close-up on the kite, and he is a figure running back and forth.

This shot is remembered by many, even though his name is not on the cast list.

How long has he not flown a kite?

There are relatively few people in the laboratory building, and it is far away from the office, and two classes share a room, so it is inevitable to be sloppy during self-study.

There are not a few people who go in and out of the toilet, visit the infirmary, and even go to the supermarket at will during class.

After the old class came, he ordered Bi Xia to go to the podium to maintain discipline. The students in class [-] did not dare to be presumptuous, but the students in class [-] still did what they should do.

The squad leader of Class [-] happened to be here, and he yelled to be quiet countless times, but no one answered him, so he just ignored it in the end.

Several thorns in their class are all lined up in the laboratory building this time, which is really difficult to manage.

Class [-] sat inside the classroom, and the back door was sealed. They had to pass the podium every time they went out.

The podium was spacious, but they couldn't stop them deliberately looking for trouble. Bixia got up three times within 5 minutes.The monitor of class [-] looked up at him, with apologetic eyes, and went to report the problem to the class teacher when he was about to leave get out of class.

Qiuzheng moved faster than her. After class, he went out to have a friendly exchange with a few classmates who frequently entered and left the classroom in Class [-]. I don't know what he said, but the next few people were more peaceful.

Probably spring is here, and the teacher is also reading the kite. In the reading comprehension of the Chinese test paper, the kite is the most important image throughout.

I don’t know which teacher’s child in the square is also flying a kite. If you look out of the window between exams, you can see the kite flying higher and higher.

Seeing Qiu Zhen's heart itching, he asked Bi Xia after the exam, "What kind of kite do you like? Let's fly together on weekends."

Qiu Zhen asked a question, but he didn't expect him to answer. Unexpectedly, he thought for a moment and said, "Swallow."

At the end of that movie, the kite he flew was a swallow. The kite flew too high, and the string broke, and Bi Xia never saw it again.

"Okay. Then swallow."

However, the sky did not go as planned. On the second day of the exam, the sky was overcast, and it began to rain in the evening.

The spring rains are endless, fine and dense, and it rained for three consecutive days, and the air is so humid that fish can be raised.

The continuous rainy days made people feel depressed, and Qiu Zhen lay listlessly on the table, probably not being able to fly a kite today.

The most suitable thing to do in this kind of weather is probably to grow mushrooms.

It was rare for Bi Xia not to invite Qiu Zhen. He went to the mall alone, thinking about what gift to give Qiu Zhen.

His birthday is coming up.

After walking around the mall, he bought a skateboard, a basketball, two peaked caps, and a sweater, but he still had no idea what to give.

Qiu Zhen seemed to like his shoes quite a bit. Bi Xia recalled the shoe stores in the mall, took out his cell phone and called Ms. Xia.

The QQ office class group kept getting new messages. He opened it and took a look. Most of the people in the group turned on anonymous.

Cabbage: When the results are about to be announced, this gloomy environment exaggerates the sad atmosphere, implying our tragic fate in the future, which is in stark contrast to the holiday not long after.

Carrot: No, it's obviously a foil, and the holidays that will soon be Qingming, cloudy days are more foil.

Lao Ban: Are you looking forward to the holiday now?I see that you all use the routines quite well, and your Chinese scores should be good?

Spinach: No, let’s talk casually

Bi Xia had no curiosity, but others were very curious about his grades.

I can't be jealous of people who are hard to beat, probably because I am looking for excitement, enjoying the visual impact, and by the way, I am honored to be number one in my class!Such a powerful student is my classmate!

Sure enough, on the overall report card of the year, the single top spot is still firmly seated, and the second is still the second, maintaining a small gap with the third.

"Actually, the second place is quite stable, but it's a pity that I met Bi Xia."

It was the first time that Qiu Zhen was close to the top [-] in his age group, and the old class specially praised him. Qiu Zhen was not modest at all, and said confidently: "Next time, the top [-] in the exam."

The old class sees through everything: "Then you have to curry favor with your tablemate."

"Of course." Qiu Zhen showed a big smile to his deskmate: "It's up to His Majesty."