You stay in my heart

chapter five

Since October came, the temperature has dropped markedly.

It had rained again the other day, and the porch was windy, and the rain was still wet, and the dew was still hanging on the treetops, falling drop by drop, and wetting the bedroom window. Xie Pingchuan lying in bed, touch the alarm clock to see the time, for the first time want to lie down for a while.

He feels a little dizzy.

He worked until 12 last night to prepare the materials. Home but hit a downpour, put him from start to finish pouring a thorough, happened to slip the phone from his hand, fell to the roadside grass, so always pay attention to the image of Xie Pingchuan, can only squat in the dark rain on the roadside to pick the phone.

By the time he found the phone, he had nothing to show for it.

Late at night, it was cold, he walked home alone against the wind, and there was no one at home. His parents, who were busy working in the field, called him once a week, knowing his independence, so they were extra reassured about him.

So at this moment, the people who were knocking on his bedroom door, except Xu Bai, did not think about him.

Xie Pingchuan put on a dress and got up to open the door to Xu Bai.

Xu Bai outside the door holding a lunch box, the first words to see him is: "Aunt called our home, she said to call you in the morning, you did not answer, let me see what happened to you."

The "aunt" that Xu Bai said in his mouth refers to Xie Pingchuan's mother.

Before Xie Pingchuan had answered, Xu Bai stood on tiptoe, stretched out his right hand and touched his forehead.

"Do you have a cold and fever?" Xu Bai asked.

"Today is Saturday," Xie asked. "Aren't you going to cram school?"

"Today, the teacher has something to do and gives us a holiday," Xu Bai stood at the door of his bedroom and knocked on his door. "My mother went to an art exhibition, my father went fishing, and I am the only one in our family."

Xu Bai's mother is a professional painter, and her work has become busy because she has recently organized art exhibitions. But before she went out yesterday, she packed two drawers of dumplings and frozen them into the refrigerator, all as Xu Bai's rations.

Xu Bai cooked dumplings for breakfast, she had not had time to eat, the home fixed-line phone rang. After receiving Xie Pingchuan mother's phone call, Xu Bai put dumplings into the lunch box, going to bring over to Xie Pingchuan.

Xie Pingchuan opened the wooden door of his bedroom and coughed, "Come in."

He turned his back to Xu Bai, took out his mobile phone, and sure enough, he saw his mother's missed call, and several short messages from Jiheng. Ji Heng asked some questions about how to prepare lessons, and also mentioned the educational psychology of children, with a diligent look.

Xie Pingchuan first replied to Jiheng, and then called his mother.

The phone rang for a few seconds and my mother's voice came through: "Your interview is the day after tomorrow, don't forget."

Xie Pingchuan "HMM" a sound.

The mother then asked, "What are you doing this morning? I didn't answer my phone."

Xie Pingchuan found cold medicine, but answered on the phone: "Nothing, I overslept."

"I sent Xu Bai to find you," my mother said in her voice. "I feel sorry for disturbing her."

Xu Bai was disturbed but did not care.

While Xie Pingchuan phone time, she brought a thermometer from home, Xie Pingchuan just hung up the phone, Xu Bai gave him the thermometer, and then urged: "You really have a fever, see how many degrees."

The result was 38.2 degrees.

Xie Pingchuan returned the thermometer to her: "low-grade fever, sleep on it."

Xu Bai sat down on the edge of his bed with his hands on his knees and said, "Is there anything special you want to eat?"

Just called the time, Xie Pingchuan sat on the bed. When Xu Bai came back with the thermometer, she naturally covered him with a quilt, as if she were taking care of a sick patient.

And at this moment, Xie Pingchuan stretched out a pair of long legs, back against his own pillow, he felt something was wrong.

He said: "White, you are fourteen years old, soon to be fifteen years old."

Xu Bai was still waiting for Xie Pingchuan to answer, "Do you have anything special to eat?" When he called his name, Xu Bai blurted out, "Brother, what do you mean by calling me? I asked you what you wanted to eat."

Xie Pingchuan's ears turned red.

To lighten the mood, he turned on the TV and continued, "I mean, you can't just come into my room like you used to."

Xu Bai did not understand, she was holding a glass, which was loaded with cold medicine. So she held the cup steady and softly comforted Xie Pingchuan: "Why can't you come into your room today, you have a cold and a fever, I will take care of you, you don't have to be afraid."

She felt that the glass was no longer hot, and handed the cold medicine to Xie Pingchuan: "If you drink a little, it should not be hot."

Xie Pingchuan took the cup.

Sure enough, it's not hot.

He looked down and took a sip, thinking of words. Although Xu Bai is young, he treats people with no defense, he must teach her what is the difference between men and women, otherwise when the boys in her class fantasize, Xu Bai will be like a sheep into the mouth of a tiger.

Yeah, he knows what's going on in the heads of 15 - and 16-year-old boys.

Xie Pingchuan decided to start from the origin of the universe, from the perspective of biological evolution to introduce the difference in gender, of course, there are many hypotheses in this area, he should paraphrase some recognized...

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the television.

Xie Pingchuan's bed is facing the TV, and Xu Bai just sits beside his bed. The TV is playing "Animal world", the ice and snow melt on the screen, the mountains are colorful and colorful, and the magnetic voice of the narrator rings out: "Spring is coming, all things are recovering, and it is time for the animals to exchange..."

"With" word has not finished, Xie Pingchuan timely press the mute key.

Then he turned off the TV.

He thought he was quick, but he heard Xu Bai ask aloud, "Why don't you keep watching?"

Xie Pingchuan wanted to cover up and said, "I'm ready to sleep."

He wore a coat, only two buttons, hair is a little messy, and usually dressed neatly style is very different, quite a decadent beauty. Xu Bai didn't know how to take care of him, so she nodded her head and tucked him in.

"Call me if you need anything," Xu Bai said. "My phone is in ringing mode."

Xie Pingchuan think of his business, in Xu Bai ready to leave, he held her hand.

Xie Pingchuan's bedroom is extremely clean, solid wood floor fine spotless - even clean to some slip, Xu Bai was pulled by him so, the soles of his feet immediately "bareness" a sound, the whole person fell forward on the bed.

His sheets and covers were made of kapok, and the comforter contained a very soft goose down, which should not be too much of a shock. But Xie Pingchuan happened to lie on the bed, Xu Bai fell at that moment, just hit his leg.

A moment of silence.

Until she raised her head vaguely and looked at him.

"Brother, are you in a bad mood? Xu Bai asked tentatively.

Xie Pingchuan was silent, Xu Bai asked himself: "No wonder, you are sick, how happy?" She climbed up again and disappeared outside the door: "You wait for me, I will cook porridge for you."

After the rain, the early morning sky is bright, and a piece of grass and trees in the yard are dark green, not because of the early autumn frost and wither, if you listen carefully, you can hear the crisp birds.

But Xie Pingchuan is not idle. He wandered to look at the scenery outside, and soon fell asleep in bed because of the fatigue brought by the cold medicine.

When he woke up again, it was nearly noon.

Xu Bai didn't know he was awake. She cooked porridge in her kitchen - whenever Xu Bai had a cold, her mother would cook it for her and it would soon be over.

Holding a knife, she shaved off the pits of red dates and watched the oats and millet melt, steaming out the fragrance of grain.

This is Xu Bai's first time to make porridge by hand, but she is really a talented person, and even the heat is very good. The only problem was that she might have overcooked it, and the casserole was full of rice porridge, which was a little too much.

A few minutes later, as Xie sat neatly dressed in the living room, pondering what to eat for lunch, Xu Bai appeared with a casserole.

"For you." Xu Bai said cheerfully.

The casserole was too heavy for her to carry. Fortunately, Xie Pingchuan arrived in time and took it from Xu Bai.

He set the pot on the wooden table in the living room.

"All for me?" Xie Pingchuan asked.

Looking at the whole pot, the amount of porridge enough to feed pigs, Xie Pingchuan's eyes are a little complicated. He could not help thinking that in Xu Bai's heart, he was so able to eat.

Xu Bai did not know what he was thinking, she stood on tiptoe and once again reached out to touch his forehead.

"Good, your fever's gone." Xu Bai Dao.

Xie Pingchuan took her hand and pulled it away from his own forehead. He brought up a chair and motioned for Xu Bai to sit down, while he sat opposite her, as if to have a long talk with her.

Xu Bai asked, "Don't you like this kind of porridge?" She put her hands on the chair and said naturally, "If you don't want to eat it, I'll take it back."

Xu Bai's mother taught her a truth - when you want to be good to others, to accept the other party as the premise, otherwise good intentions are easy to do bad things, after all, everyone's growth environment is different, personality and interests are not the same.

Xie Pingchuan understood what she meant, and he got up and went to the kitchen.

When he returned, he had two more bowls and two silver spoons.

Xie Pingchuan personally gave her porridge, as if doing the host's friendship. This made Xu Bai think of, a long time ago, when they were both young, Xu Bai was Xie Pingchuan's little tail, where he went, she followed.

From then on, he often took care of her. Whether it's in school or anything else.

Today she finally repaid the favor a little. But as the saying goes, when the grace of dripping water is reported, just cook a pot of porridge, it seems that it is not enough.

Xie Pingchuan saw her bow, casually asked: "What are you thinking?"

Xu Bai held up the porcelain bowl and asked directly: "I was thinking, do you think the porridge is good?"

Salt moderate, smooth but not greasy, obviously very to his taste, Xie Pingchuan answered: "general."

The living room's wooden table faces a latticed window, and the light that falls on the dark surface is cut into blocks. There is only water in the crystal vase on the table, there are no flowers, and Xu Bai gently pushed the vase, making the water pattern shake out the billow waves.

And she was leaning over the table, looking sluggish, like a deflated ball.

Xie Pingchuan immediately changed his words: "The heat is just right, the selection of appropriate materials, not thick and not light..." He took the bowl and said to her, "Thank you for cooking for me."