Flight of the Bumblebee

A few days after that, the boss frantically asked them to work overtime. Of course, a young man like He Qi had to fight on the front line, otherwise so many veterans in the company would not exploit him.He rushed home before the last train, Xing Yan made dinner, and waited until he fell asleep, lying on the table, without touching a single bite of the food on the table.

How can you criticize him for this, saying that if I come back late, you eat first, and you don't have to wait for me.Xing Yan said no, dinner must be eaten by two people, otherwise it would be meaningless.He Qi sat down, unbuttoned his tie and shirt, and loosened his collar.Xing Yan lifted the plate covering the food, and there was a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of black tiger skin green peppers, and a plate of burnt things with no visible ingredients.

He Qi raised his eyes, looked at the unknown object on the plate and asked him, "What the hell are you making?"

This is the first time Xing Yan heard him swearing, he swallowed in embarrassment, and said with a guilty conscience: "Xiao Chao Rou..."

"Who taught you to cook like this?" He frowned and asked him.

"I... learned it by myself..." Xing Yan didn't dare to say that he learned it by watching him, that's all he could say.He Qi seemed to have quite a headache. He took out a bottle of stomach medicine from his bag and put it on the table, and said to Xing Yan seriously: "Do you know? If I eat these three dishes of yours, I don't have to wait until tomorrow. I will eat it today." You can go to the western sky at night."

Xing Yan stretched out his hand curiously towards the bottle, and said suspiciously: "Is it so serious... What is this bottle?"

He Qi patted the back of his hand hard, turning that abnormally white hand red.Xing Yan withdrew his hand and rubbed the painful place sadly.

He Qi put his hands on his thighs, sighed deeply, and said with some regret: "Let's admit our failure tonight, shall we have a bowl of instant noodles?"

Xing Yan picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with chopsticks, and said to He Qi tremblingly: "The scrambled eggs in tomato scrambled eggs are still edible..."

Then he was frightened back by He Qi's stare.

In the end, the two barely ate what they could eat with the instant noodles.He Qi took two stomach medicines, and said to Xing Yan solemnly and solemnly: "You are at home these days, looking at recipes on the Internet, and learning how others cook, okay?"

"Go online? How to go online?" As a young man in the 21st century, he couldn't even surf the Internet, so he was really shocked.However, he also thought that this person had been picking up garbage on the street to eat some time ago, and it was reasonable that he could not surf the Internet.Thinking of this, he put back his surprise, and said to him calmly, "Don't panic, I'll teach you later."

After eating and taking a shower, it was past twelve o'clock.

He Qi sat cross-legged on the bed, and put the elderly notebook used from the first year of college on his lap. Xing Yan sat beside him reservedly, with both legs under the bed, and only stretched his neck to look at the computer screen.

He Qi opened the webpage, entered some dish names for him, turned to him and said, "The first step is to turn on the computer. Then open the browser, did you see the favorites on it?" He pointed with the mouse, "Just click on this webpage and enter the name of the dish you want to make. It's so simple, you should understand it."

He put his fist against his mouth, let out a long "uh—" and showed a pensive expression. Just when He Qi thought that he was confident about this, he suddenly said, "I don't know how to type."

He Qi thought he heard it wrong: "No...can you type?" Then he enlightened himself in his heart: There are people like this in modern society, as long as they can read and write.He then proposed a solution: "Then I will set the favorite dishes in the account as web page favorites, and you only need to choose from them."

Xing Yan hesitated and said again: "Actually... I don't know Chinese very well..."

He Qi was really angry now, he said angrily: "You can't even read Chinese, haven't you taken the nine-year compulsory education!?"

Xing Yan's eyes were full of innocence, He Qi took a breath: "You can't..."

"I can read simple text, but I can't write very well, and I can't understand coherent sentences."

"Haven't you finished the nine-year mission..." He Qi was still in a state of being hit, and the CPU of his brain was unable to resume operation for a long time.

How tragic is this person's life experience, that's why he can't even go to school.He Qi felt that he would not be able to meet a second young man who was born in modern China but couldn't even read all the words.Even the little dolls in the valley are learning, but the adult in front of him is illiterate.He Qi couldn't help laughing dryly in his heart twice.Illiteracy, how old words, he thought they had been wiped out in their generation, did not expect that Xing Yan is a living example, right by his side.

The bitter north wind blew across the untouched red land, and countless chimneys spewed black air straight into the sky. The sky was always cloudy and there was no sunshine.Under the towering chimneys is a black brick factory where countless people's blood and tears are buried.The young Xing Yan had an immature face, smeared messily with soot, behind him was a weight that he shouldn't have to bear at his age, and his body was pressed extremely low.Only the light that cannot be hidden in the eyes is the stubbornness that cannot bear to succumb to fate.Behind him, there are countless children who have the same experience as him, and the same light is shining in their eyes...

Countless horrific images were spinning in his head, so that Xing Yan felt that the way he looked at him was getting more and more uncomfortable, so he woke him up: "What strange things are you thinking about again?"

"I...I was thinking..." He Qi hadn't recovered from his imagination, he whispered to himself: "You are such a poor wretch..."

This sentence is endless.Xing Yan was hesitant to explain to him that he did not understand Chinese characters because he lived abroad since he was a child and only returned to China when he was in his 20s.But seeing He Qi's apologetic, sympathetic eyes that seemed to be shining with tears, Xing Yan couldn't help feeling secretly happy, so he decided to keep silent and let He Qi be misunderstood.

"Stop cooking for the next few days, and I'll teach you how to handle it during the two days off on weekends."

Of course, Xing Yan couldn't wish for this situation.

Saturday, finally arrived.Xing Yan waited secretly for several days, even if he spent every day with sauerkraut, it didn't affect his excitement at all.Why come back very late every day this week, and sometimes I can't even catch the last bus.He told Xing Yan not to wait for him anxiously, and he is not a domestic puppy. He would run to the door to wait for someone as soon as he heard footsteps. boyish pet.

In fact, Xing Yan wanted to say that in the current situation, besides being not a bad boy, he is also almost like a pet.Some clothes, some food, and almost no housework, he wanted to say to He Qi: You dote on me too much.Of course, he wouldn't say these words.After teaching him to surf the Internet a few days ago, Xing Yan also opened the webpage to browse the website he mentioned, and learned to make some simple things, but the results were not satisfactory, only scrambled eggs and boiled eggs were not satisfactory, not dark cooking.

He Qi is preparing potato cakes. The method is super simple. Just steam and crush them, add eggs and press them into cakes and fry them in a pan.The whole steamed potato was handed over to Xing Yan, who was told to peel off the skin and mash it with a spoon. After he poured it out, he was scalded until he sizzled, and it took half an hour to peel off the skins of the three potatoes.At this time, He Qi had already cut the meat, washed the vegetables, prepared all the ingredients and spices, and stood by with folded arms to watch his clumsy performance.

He put three round and chubby potatoes in a small basin with insufficient capacity, and even tried to crush these giant potatoes with a spoon that usually stirs milk powder, why didn't he know whether to laugh or cry.However, Xing Yan worked so hard that he was sweating, and he kept chanting: "Why... why can't I get rid of it..."

He Qi laughed helplessly, and said directly: "At least use a soup spoon, fool!"

After hearing this, Xing Yan excitedly took out a small porcelain spoon from the cupboard, but was scolded back by He Qi: "I told you to bring me a soup spoon and you really brought me a soup spoon? Use a fork, idiot!"

Even when he heard He Qi scolding him like that, Xing Yan didn't feel unhappy at all, he was used to He Qi talking to him like this, "idiot" and "fool" were just his catchphrases.When He Qi said that about him, there was no malice.But his indifference is also related to his own personality, why sometimes he feels that what he said is a bit too much, Xing Yan seems to always be submissive and doesn't mind it.

Xing Yan took out the fork from the cabinet again, tried to press it a few times, and exclaimed: "This mashed potato is really easy to use!" His tone was like the captain of a pirate ship looking at the location of the treasure map. After finding a mountain-like treasure, he turned around and excitedly said to the person who sent him the picture: "What you said is true! So there is really a treasure here!"

His ignorance of the world can easily make He Qi misunderstand which family's young master sneaked out to experience the world. However, when he thinks of his life experience (made up in his brain), He Qi can't help but look at him with sympathetic eyes. he.You know, the child laborers in the black brick factory eat steamed buns and cold dishes given by others. It is too extravagant to have the opportunity to eat their own meals.

Here, He Qi stared at the potatoes being crushed into mud in a daze, and here, Xing Yan looked at him excitedly from time to time, just like a child who made the first clay sculpture in the kindergarten, chasing the teacher for praise.

He Qi noticed two scorching gazes, and turned his head to avoid it, but he didn't expect Xing Yan to chase after him closely, and looked at him with scorching eyes after finishing all the work.I had no choice but to nod reluctantly, pretending to be deep and said to him: "Very good, you did a good job of mashed potatoes."

The face was immediately elated.

"It's not over yet, don't be too happy." He Qi said seriously.

Xing Yan also recovered himself from the joy, he smirked and said: "Huh? Are there others?"

He Qi wanted to grab his neck and shake it back and forth, shaking the sea water out of his head.He forced a smile on his face and said, "The potato pancakes we agreed on, do you want to eat them right now?" He Qi took the pot of mashed potatoes from his arms and said to him, "Remember it," he said while He said while adding seasonings, "Salt, pepper, chopped green onion, put a whole egg in it, stir it." Xing Yan watched his movements intently, and suddenly pointed to the finely chopped green onion in the small bowl and asked Asked: "How to do this?"

He Qi paused his hand holding the fork, looked at Xing Yan, and Xing Yan also looked at him curiously, suddenly felt that he had a long way to go.

"Otherwise, you should learn how to cook instant noodles first."