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Qin Zhuoyi watched the young boy throw the ball into the basketball hoop, turned around and smiled at himself, but suddenly frowned, and waved his hands to indicate that he needed to rest for a while.

Qin Zhuoyi watched the other party's face turn pale, and immediately leaned towards him, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

The young boy didn't answer Qin Zhuoyi's words, he just panted heavily to himself, and then several students also noticed that something was wrong with him, and came over to express their concern.

The young boy waved his hands, forced a smile, and said he was fine, "Uncle, there is medicine in your pocket."

Qin Zhuoyi was taken aback, and quickly hugged the young boy, rummaged through all his bags with one hand, and found a small medicine bottle, with only five or six medicines in it, Qin Zhuoyi looked at him and asked, "How many?"

"One!"

Qin Zhuoyi poured out a medicine, stuffed it into the young boy's mouth without thinking, then put the medicine bottle in his pocket, carried the panting young boy on his back, and said to the students: "I'll send him to school clinic!"

The school hospital was on the other side of the grove, and Qin Zhuoyi went straight to the school hospital with someone on his back, not too slow.

"Uncle, I'm fine, I don't need to go." The young boy was on Qin Zhuoyi's back, feeling the wind whistling past his ears, but the person carrying him didn't blush or breathe.

"Let's go and have a look." Qin Zhuoyi's face was a little grim, "Why didn't you tell me clearly, you scared me to death!"

Qin Zhuoyi spoke seriously, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with speaking in such a tone to the person he met for the second time.

Within a few words, Qin Zhuoyi saw the gate of the school hospital. The location of the school hospital was even colder than the basketball court, and the surrounding environment was also very good. It was just a romantic cottage built in the woods, but no matter how beautiful the hospital environment was It is also a hospital, although it does not have the smell of medicine like a big hospital, but it is still gloomy, especially since this hospital is still built in a forest where sunlight is rarely seen.

Qin Zhuoyi directly carried the person back to the doctor on duty. Most of the doctors in the school hospital were retired old doctors, who were qualified and capable, so working in the school hospital would be quiet and easy.

He went to register by himself and asked the young boy to tell the old doctor his information. Qin Zhuoyi stood by and listened without saying a word.

The young boy was originally called Yang Bing, a student in the piano department of the Conservatory of Music. He has congenital heart disease. He is usually well maintained and rarely suffers from it.So it looks like it was because I took him for a run for a while today and then took him to play ball to get sick?

Qin Zhuoyi touched his chin, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

The old doctor said that Yang Bing took good care of himself on weekdays, and the illness this time would not have much impact, as long as he pays attention not to do any exercise recently, he also raised his head and asked Qin Zhuoyi to take care of Yang Bing's affairs.

Qin Zhuoyi felt guilty from the bottom of his heart, and was instructed by the old doctor on the care techniques of heart patients, and he listened earnestly, without any annoyance.

After coming out of the hospital, the sun had already started to set. The orange-red sunlight pierced through the dense branches and leaves, which was warm and beautiful. Yang Bing couldn't help but took out his mobile phone and started taking pictures of the scenery, with a nice smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qin Zhuoyi didn't think there was anything good about the setting sun, but he thought Yang Bing, who was taking pictures happily under the setting sun, was very pretty.

"It's getting late, let's go to dinner?" Qin Zhuoyi watched him shoot for a while, and hurriedly said, afraid that he would continue to shoot, "I know there is a health-preserving restaurant on Chaoyang Road, and the taste is not bad."

"Okay!" Yang Bing smiled at Qin Zhuoyi, "Uncle, you know my name, I don't know yours yet!"

"Hey, you didn't take the initiative to tell me your name!" Qin Zhuoyi said, and said indifferently: "My name is Qin Zhuoyi!"

When he arrived at the health care center, Qin Zhuoyi strictly followed the old doctor's instructions and ordered Yang Bing a piece of porridge with barley and white fungus and a piece of steamed fish, which was light and suitable for heart patients.

Looking at Qin Zhuoyi's food, Yang Bing couldn't help but smile and felt a little helpless, "Uncle, you don't need to be so careful."

"You just had an illness, so be careful." Qin Zhuoyi said firmly without showing any emotion.

"Okay!" Yang Bing was a little helpless, but he still ate quietly. He had eaten in this health care center before, and he grew up here. Although his parents didn't like him very much, he would not Treat him badly.

However, this is the first time he's eating his stuff at the store rather than at home.

When Yang Bing was full, there was still a lot left in the dishes. His heart disease was congenital, and he knew how to take care of his body since he was sensible. Even if he eats delicious food, he will not be too full .

Qin Zhuoyi looked at the half bowl of porridge and two-thirds of the fish left in his bowl, and cleaned it automatically without saying a word. He eats a lot, and there is not much food in the health care center. He still eats his own food. Can swallow Yang Bing's leftovers.

Yang Bing watched Qin Zhuoyi clean his job, and was stunned. After recovering, his face was flushed, but he didn't know what to say.He has been in poor health since he was a child, and he has limited contact with people. He is shyer than a little girl, and there is no one in his family who really cares about him. Qin Zhuoyi is the first person who let him see this...

Thinking of this, Yang Bing's heart began to pound. He quickly took a deep breath, pressed his still restless heart, and quietly watched Qin Zhuoyi eat up the food on the table.

After paying the bill, Qin Zhuoyi asked Yang Bing, "Go back to school?"

"Ok!"

"I'll send you off!" Qin Zhuoyi said, now Yang Bing is just a fragile porcelain doll in his eyes, so he has to protect it.

"Okay!" Yang Bing didn't know Qin Zhuoyi's impression of him, but only felt that he wanted to stay with Qin Zhuoyi for a while longer.

The two walked back to the school dormitory under the moonlight in mid-September, chatting while walking, and tacitly kept quiet when they encountered wild mandarin ducks.

Qin Zhuoyi asked Yang Bing: "If you are like this, your family will let you live in school?"

"No." Yang Bing said, "I've just started school, and I'm still in military training, and I don't have any classes. I'm just staying at school, afraid that I won't be notified of any urgent matters."

"Ah, that's right." Qin Zhuoyi patted his head, "After talking so much, we haven't changed our phone numbers yet! Come on, give me your phone."

Yang Bing was stunned before taking out the phone and handing it to Qin Zhuoyi, watching him dial the phone, saving it, and returning it to himself, looking at the phone book with a "1" added before the word "Qin Zhuoyi" , I felt very happy, so I laughed just thinking about it.

"Yang Bing..." Qin Zhuoyi returned the phone to Yang Bing, and seeing him smile at the phone, he couldn't help but feel better. He also added a 1 before Yang Bing's name on his phone, and handed it to Yang Bing with a smile. Show it to Yang Bing.

Sending the person downstairs in the dormitory, Qin Zhuoyi watched the original figure disappear into the building, lit a cigarette for himself, turned around and left with his head in his arms, and within a few steps, Qin Zhuoyi suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but smile wryly.

He forgot to tell his son that he would not go back to eat, and wondered if his son and that girl were waiting for him.

"Hey!" Qin Zhuoyi sighed, and took out his mobile phone to call his son as if death was at home.

"Hello, son!" Qin Zhuoyi was the first to say hello as soon as the call was connected.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before a voice came slowly, "Yeah."

"Son, have you eaten yet! Dad met an old friend here, so he won't go back to eat."

"It's okay, Zhiyun and I have already eaten." Qin Zhiyang on the other end of the phone said indifferently.

"Ah! Hehe, it's good to eat, it's good to eat!" Qin Zhuoyi said haha, "Dad will be back soon, you go to wash up and sleep quickly!"

"It's okay, it's not like you haven't run out in the middle of the night."

"..." Qin Zhuoyi was a little tired. Having a precocious son is so tired and loving.

When his son said that, Qin Zhuoyi didn't have the nerve to go to the bar no matter how thick-skinned he was, and getting along with Yang Bing today was like being washed, so he didn't want to spend the night with someone for the time being.

In the next few days, the military training for freshmen ended and they were divided into classes, but the strange thing was that Qin Zhuoyi had never met Yang Bing. For one thing, undergraduates seldom went to the music building to practice, and the few times they came to Yang Bing were always To be able to enter the music building during the few minutes he was off duty or away.

Qin Zhuoyi could vomit several mouthfuls of blood when looking at the monitor.

On this day, when Qin Zhuoyi happily returned to work after the Mid-Autumn Festival, when Yang Bing entered the music building, he just went to take a pee. Qin Zhuoyi looked at Yang Bing who stretched his neck to look at the duty room, and then left disappointed. It can be said that you can hold your breath in one breath, and you can't go up or down!

Qin Zhuoyi stared at the monitor for a while, when a colleague just came, so he couldn't hold back, so he went upstairs to find someone.

The music building is said to be a building, but it is not very high. Qin Zhuoyi remembered that Yang Bing was a student of the piano department, so he went to find a place with a piano, and found two places. Qin Zhuoyi came to the top floor, where there were several sound engineers and a There is an auditorium, and there is a piano in the auditorium.

Qin Zhuoyi walked into that auditorium. The door of the auditorium was not closed tightly. Qin Zhuoyi heard the sound of flowing music coming from inside. Qin Zhuoyi didn't understand music, but after staying in the music building for so many years, what sound came from which instrument? , can guess more than half.

At this time, what Qin Zhuoyi heard was the sound of the piano and the violin.

Qin Zhuoyi looked through the crack of the door, and Yang Bing, who was sitting in front of the piano, came into his eyes. Yang Bing was wearing a white sweater and black slacks. His attire was very casual, but his expression was not like this.

Yang Bing curled his lips slightly, coupled with the cheerful music, and his serious appearance made Qin Zhuoyi feel that Yang Bing was really attractive, and his clean temperament was even more addictive.Qin Zhuoyi looked at his white arms and fingers with his sleeves rolled up, as well as his white neck, Qin Zhuoyi felt a surge of anger just like that.

These days he patronized Yang Bing, and he didn't bother to solve it. Thinking about his abstinence for more than half a month, he is really cheating!

Qin Zhuoyi didn't dare to stay any longer, he stared at Yang Bing with fiery eyes for a while, then turned and left, if he stayed any longer and others saw his ugly appearance, he would be humiliated.Qin Zhuoyi didn't notice, the moment he left, the piano sound in the auditorium also stopped abruptly.

In the auditorium, the staff of the Literature and Art Department of the Student Union, who was listening engrossed, came back to their senses, "Yang Bing, what's wrong?"

Yang Bing looked at the gate of the auditorium, was inexplicably stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's okay! Let's continue!"

The few people saw this and didn't pay attention to it. The conductor waved his hand and signaled the violinist to get ready. With one order, the lively and joyful music began to flow in the auditorium again.

When Qin Zhuoyi turned to leave, another elevator opened, and Qin Zhiyang stepped out of the elevator, gradually attracted by the sound of the piano in the auditorium.