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Chapter 29

Chapter 29

Qin Chu lay in the hospital for a week, and An Qi was in charge of daytime care and lunch.The little friends come to visit every day and send the class notes of the day. After copying and writing, they play around for a while before returning home.The school's remedial classes have also come to an end, and the atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger and stronger.

Ren Yuan, who took a week's leave, initially hid it from Ren Fusheng, but was forced back to school by Qin Chu's guilt, and still insisted on coming to take care of him after class.

Qin Chu didn't know what reason Ren Yuan used to tell his family. He made food and brought it to him every day, and stayed with him in the hospital all night. Dark circles under the eyes that cannot be ignored on the skin.

An Qi had something to leave early in the afternoon, Qin Chu went through the discharge procedures quietly, took a taxi home alone with her things on crutches, and sent a text message to Ren Yuan when she got home.

I thought that Ren Yuan might be upset by his occasional inexplicable stubbornness, but after waiting for a long time, Ren Yuan briefly said that he would come over, and by the way asked what he wanted to eat for dinner.Qin Chu replied to the home-cooked restaurant at the entrance of the community, saying that he wanted to eat takeaway, and felt sorry for Ren Yuan being so tired.

To Qin Chu's surprise, Ren Yuan was not the only one who came back at night.

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, Qin Chu opened the door leaning on crutches. Ren Yuan didn't cover up as tightly as before, with a scarf and coat hanging in the crook of his arm, and fruit in one hand.

"So thin, what should I do if I catch a cold!" He stretched out his hand and dragged the person into the room. Just as he was about to close the door, he saw a person standing at the door.

"Ah, why are you here, Auntie?"

Ren Fusheng smiled, and entered the door unceremoniously, as if he was coming home, he closed the door without any awkwardness, took the slippers for himself, and looked at the room: "It's not easy for a boy's house to be so clean. .”

"My mother drove me here." Ren Yuan's exclusive slippers were worn by Ren Fusheng, so he had to help Qin Chu to sit on the sofa with his bare feet, and then took the large and small bags of ingredients from Ren Fusheng's hand and put them in the kitchen. .

Ren Yuan brought Ren Fusheng a cup of hot water and put it on the coffee table, just like the owner of the house.

Ren Fusheng also regarded himself as a guest and said thank you, suddenly he felt a little complicated.

Qin Chu looked at Ren Yuan, who had no abnormal expression, and then at Ren Fusheng, who was smiling, cautiously.

"Ren Yuan told me..."

"Well, Auntie..." Qin Chu said hastily, "I'm the one who got Ren Yuan involved, he's been taking care of me recently, I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize. I really don't want Ren Yuan to be hurt, but I believe he can handle it well. I'm here today to see how you're recovering, and I'll cook you a meal by the way." Ren Fusheng took a sip of water , took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, "Okay, I'm going to cook."

Seeing Ren Fusheng enter the kitchen and close the door, Qin Chu tugged at Ren Yuan's sleeve and asked softly, "What did you tell your mother?"

"Fighting, injury, hospitalization, need someone to take care of you." Ren Yuan took out a book and handed Qin Chu a notebook.

Qin Chu didn't answer and kept silent.

Ren Yuan put the notebook on the coffee table, sat on the side flipping through the exercise book, and before starting to write, he suddenly said seriously: "Don't worry."

Qin Chu smiled softly, took his notebook, and sat down on the small pier to copy notes.

Not long in the kitchen, there was the sound of crackling oil and water, the sound of the range hood, the sound of turning the pages of the book, the inaudible sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper, and Ren Yuan's voice: "My mother doesn't know how to use This kind of thing judges a person's good or bad, and I don't think I should keep a distance from you because of it."

Qin Chu stopped writing and looked at Ren Yuan. The man was looking at a question. He didn't know whether he was thinking about the question or the structure of the words after a short pause. After a while, the pen started to move continuously: "She asked two days ago, so I told her , I don’t know why she insisted on following to see, she is not a... well, she has a cold temper, and her caring is probably just out of courtesy.”

It's not good to say it so bluntly out of etiquette, hey, it's not appropriate to tear her down like this.Because you are her son, she will come about you.Qin Chu complained silently, but nodded symbolically.

Ren Fusheng made three stir-fried dishes and began to cook the soup. The rice in the rice cooker had been steamed long ago. When he opened it, the steaming steam rose and dissipated. He filled three small bowls and put them on the dining table, and arranged the dishes and chopsticks one after another.Looking at the two teenagers who were studying quietly, they glanced at the single sofa by the balcony and frowned.

"time to eat."

Ren Yuan responded, closed his book and went to wash his hands.Qin Chu was stunned for a while, and then slowly moved to the sink with a cane.

Ren Yuan, who was going to help in the kitchen, saw that Ren Fusheng had already set up the dishes and chopsticks, and pulled out the chair for Qin Chu to sit first.

Braised pork ribs, dry-stir-fried beans, home-cooked eggplant, rice with mixed grains.Ren Yuan put down his chopsticks and tasted each piece, then nodded to show that today, the mother was performing normally, and picked up a few ribs for Qin Chu.

Qin Chu: "I'm causing trouble for Auntie."

Ren Fusheng waved his hands indifferently: "You are both on the thin side, eat more." But he didn't move his chopsticks much, drank a few sips of water, looked around, and then frowned in one place.

Qin Chu caught a glimpse of Ren Fusheng frowning, lowering his head to pick up the rice without making a sound.

Ren Fusheng: "Ren Yuan, do you want to stay here at night?"

Qin Chu supported his ears and waited for Ren Yuan's answer, then raised his eyes and glanced at Ren Fusheng's facial reaction inadvertently.The latter received an affirmative reply, his eyes frowning again without knowing what he saw.Qin Chu also looked behind curiously. It was a wall with a pot of lush jasmine beside it.

Ren Fusheng seemed to be thinking for a while, and his tone was a little helpless: "Okay, you two need something to call me, and I'll bring it over." He casually ate half a bowl of rice and didn't eat much, so he answered the phone and left in a hurry Go, before leaving, it was Ren Yuan who delivered it to the door, and seemed to pamper Ren Yuan's hair.

After the two of them ate, Ren Yuan cleaned up the dishes, washed them clean, and wrote the meeting questions. Qin Chu had already finished copying the notes and quietly looked through the history books.

Finally, after Ren Yuan finally finished writing and stretched, he asked, "Don't Auntie like Jasmine?"

"There are also fosters at home." Ren Yuan replied without knowing why.

Qin Chu looked at the unusually lush jasmine in his house again: "What does your house look like? How about I prune this pot."

"Why are you talking about flowers and plants all of a sudden?"

"When I was eating, I saw my aunt looked at that piece several times and frowned. Do you think that pot is not good..."

Suddenly, the curtains trembled slightly, but no one noticed, probably because the wind was squeezed in through the gaps in the windows.

Ren Yuan looked at the potted flowers, and said seriously to Qin Chu's face, "No, you're a little too nervous today."

Qin Chu blushed slightly, leaned on the sofa and covered his face with his arms, and said in a buzzing voice for a long time: "Auntie's cooking tastes delicious, I feel a little nostalgic."

"Remember?"

"Ah...it's nothing, you go and take a shower, and I'll take a shower later."

"No, the wound stitches haven't been removed."

"I'm going to be rotten!"

"That's not OK."

"Don't be like that, I don't have the smell of disinfectant from the hospital at home, I don't want you to dislike me."

"Who dislikes it." Ren Yuan closed the bathroom door, unaware that there was a slight blush on his fair cheeks.