shine on her star

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Qin Qing arrived at He Jiyang's house.

Standing at the door, she rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction.

Everyone is from the younger generation to send New Year's greetings to the elders, but she is lucky, because of this big nephew, she was woken up early in the morning, and ran to his house with big bags and small bags.

So the rebellious Qin Qing did something that was very inconsistent with her age and image.

Kick the door.

Still kicking hard.

"He Jiyang, come out to meet your aunt!"

This is a detached courtyard, and there is only one household going up the elevator, so no matter how you shout, it won't affect the neighbors.

Qin Qing slowed down, and when she heard no sound from inside the door, she kicked again: "He Jiyang!"

This time, something happened.

rustling.

After waiting for a while, He Jiyang came out and opened the door.

When they met, Qin Qing frowned.

His face was pale, his steps were sloppy, his forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat, and his palms were red and hot.

have a fever.

Qin Qing carried things into the door speechlessly and helplessly: "Nephew, you said that you had a good Chinese New Year and even made yourself sick. Didn't you feel fine when we talked on the phone yesterday? Surrendered to the cold at night?"

He Jiyang closed the door, because he was still sick, his vision was a little blurred.

When he came to the sofa and sat down, he leaned his head back and leaned on the back of the chair: "I don't know."

He guessed that he took off his coat and stood in the wind for a while yesterday.

"If your mother hadn't called me in the morning, I wouldn't have known about it." Qin Qing took the things she brought into the kitchen. They were all fruits and instant food, which could be eaten after a little processing. "By the way, you Sick, what about Ren Qian?"

The two of them were together last night.

He Jiyang said vaguely, "She's at home."

"I know she's at home," Qin Qing poured herself a glass of water after putting down her things, "I'm asking, does she know you're sick?"

He Jiyang didn't speak.

The memory in my mind is still in the scene of making milk tea for her after going back last night.

"Hey, it's really that simple, tea bag and milk? I thought those online tutorials were all lies."

"Otherwise, how difficult do you think it is?"

"Then you teach me, so that I can do it myself when I want to drink."

"You want to learn? Probably not."

"Why, is it possible that this is a secret recipe handed down from your ancestors and cannot be made public?"

"No, I think you can't learn well and will overturn."

"..."

Seeing that He Jiyang didn't answer, Qin Qing walked up to him and kicked him lightly.

Teacher Qin Qing likes to use her feet today.

"I asked you a question, and you don't answer it, do you regard me as an elder?"

He Jiyang: ...

Look at yourself, like an elder.

He still didn't open his eyes, dragging his tone lazily: "I don't know."

After all, he didn't feel uncomfortable when he left Ren Qian's house.

Qin Qing rolled his eyes at him, with a look of hating iron but not steel: "Then why don't you let her know?"

When a person is sick or vulnerable, it is most likely to arouse women's desire for protection.

Maybe if they come and go again and again, these two people will become it.

Unexpectedly, He Jiyang said sullenly: "Why tell her? What if she comes over and catches a cold?"

Qin Qing: ...

Then you deserve to stay at home by yourself.

If you die of illness, forget it!
After drinking all the water in the glass, Qin Qing stood up: "Forget it, I'm leaving."

He Jiyang opened his eyes slowly: "Gone? So fast?"

He also counted on his aunt to cook a meal for himself.