Under the Stars of Van Gogh

After he settled down, he remembered to call Qin Ankang. He must be anxiously worried about the child now.

"Hello." The phone rang only once, and then came Qin Ankang's voice, a little anxious and uneasy.

"Hey, the child has arrived at the hospital. Don't worry. It's nothing serious. He has a fever. Maybe he caught a cold because he kicked the quilt dishonestly at night." Ren Jianing briefly recounted his illness without reporting any worries.

"En." Qin Ankang was relieved knowing that there was nothing serious. "I'm at the airport, I'll be back soon."

"Ah? So soon?" Ren Jianing didn't expect him to come back in such a hurry, "Have you finished your work? It's important. The child can be put here first."

"It's over. It's okay. I don't worry about it. I want to go back soon." Seeing that Ren Jianing cared so much about him, Qin Ankang couldn't help being secretly pleased.

"Okay, let's see, the child will finish the transfusion later. I'll take him to my place first. Do you know Benxi Apartment? I live there. Room 4, Gate 11, Building 302. Do you remember?" Ren Jianing calculated , It will be some time before he comes back, the child can't stay in the hospital all the time, the place where bacteria breed should not stay for a long time, besides, he can't rest well.

"Okay. I'll make a note of that. Sorry for that, it's late at night." Qin Ankang still wanted to express his gratitude.

Ren Jianing ignored his words and said, "Be careful on the road." He hung up the phone.

The incident of the child's illness made Qin Ankang very anxious and distressed, but it just rightly created an opportunity for him to have "intimate" contact with Ren Jianing.Now he can't wait to grow wings and fly back to see the sick child and Ren Jianing's home.

The infusion time for children is much shorter than that for adults. Even though Ren Jianing is very sleepy, he dare not sleep, and keeps his eyes on Qin Yan all the time.

Looking at the infusion tube inserted into the pink and tender arm, my heart is full of pity, but the child who is only three years old has suffered so much.

It was almost late at night after returning home from the hospital, and Qin Yan's fever had completely subsided. Ren Jianing fed him some fruit juice and coaxed him to sleep.

Qin Yan is a child who doesn't recognize his birth, and when he met the gentle and kind Ren Jianing, he was kind and caring along the way, which made this little guy feel very warm, and he casually called him dad a few times.

The first time I heard Qin Yan call him father, Ren Jianing was taken aback for a moment, and a warm feeling rose in my heart, and then I became sentimental. For such a small child, the parents are not around. No matter how caring the teacher is, no matter how friendly the companion But the care of the biological parents, the parents may not necessarily be able to see it, it is very pitiful.

I can't help but want to take good care of him, not because of Qin Ankang's entrusting him, but from the bottom of my heart.

When Qin Ankang rushed over, it was already 02:30 in the middle of the night. He was invited in in a busy manner and asked, "Where is Yanyan?"

Ren Jianing motioned him to keep his voice down, and pointed to the door of the bedroom: "I just fell asleep."

Just as Qin Ankang was about to take a step, he suddenly remembered something, looked down at his shoes and asked, "Do you need to change your shoes?"

"No need." Ren Jianing waved his hand.

Qin Ankang rushed into the bedroom with strides, and approached the bed lightly. Seeing that Qin Yan was breathing steadily, he stretched out his hand to test the temperature of his forehead, took a breath, felt relieved, turned around and said to Ren Jianing who was standing behind: "Thank you gone."

Ren Jianing smiled and said, "You're welcome. You've said it several times."

Qin Ankang straightened up, scratched his head with a smirk and said, "I can't think of what to say."

Ren Jianing turned and went out and said, "Have you eaten yet? Come out. Let the child have a good rest."

"Oh." Qin Ankang obediently followed behind him and closed the door.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Qin Ankang had the opportunity to take a good look at Ren Jianing's home furnishings.

The place is not very big, but enough for one person to live in.

The layout is simple and elegant, not at all avant-garde and alternative like his usual understanding of artists, the arrangement is very clean and tidy, a few artworks are placed in a few corners, and there is an oil painting on the wall behind the sofa. It should be Ren Jianing's own masterpiece. After looking at it carefully for a long time, he couldn't see what the scene in the painting meant.

Ren Jianing came out of the kitchen with the noodle soup and said, "Let's have some noodle soup, there's nothing to eat, so let's just make it."

Qin Ankang came to the dining table and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the photo frame on the shelf. A man and a woman smiled brightly and were extremely happy.

In the photo next to it are two children, one of them is still in the swaddle, innocent and lovely.

Stopping in front of the photo, Ren Jianing put away the bowls and chopsticks, looked up and said, "Oh, those are my wife and son."

"Ah, you're married." Qin Ankang blurted out.

"En." Ren Jianing replied.

Qin Ankang thought for a while before asking, "Where's your wife?"

Ren Jianing didn't look at him, went to the kitchen to get other dishes, and when she came out, she said, "She passed away because of dystocia."

"I'm sorry." Qin Ankang apologized for touching someone else's wound.

"It's okay." It's been a long time since the incident, Ren Jianing's expression was calm, and he didn't look very sad.

Qin Ankang still stared at the photo and said, "You two are very much in love."

Ren Jianing couldn't deny it, looked at the photo, and changed the topic: "Eat, it will be cold in a while."

Qin Ankang couldn't say anything more, so he sat on a chair and ate noodles.

The corner of the eye still fell on the photo unconsciously, it was beyond his expectation.

No matter how he sees Ren Jianing, he doesn't look like someone who got married and had a child. The illusions he had in his heart were completely shattered. They are all dead, and the photos are still on display, which shows that they should have been a loving and model couple in the past.

Gradually, I lost my taste for food, and sucked the noodles slowly.

While Qin Ankang was eating, Ren Jianing sat on the sofa and read books, not books about painting. Ren Jianing usually had no other special hobbies other than painting and reading.I am not interested in TV and the Internet, and sports are more than my strengths.

When my wife was alive, I would occasionally go to the movies, and there were only a few entertainment activities.

"It's over." Qin Ankang put down his chopsticks, pushed the bowl forward, turned around and said to Ren Jianing, like a kindergarten kid reporting after eating.

"Oh." Ren Jianing put down his book and got up to clean up the leftovers on the table.

Qin Ankang had nothing to do, washed his hands and returned to the sofa, picked up the novel beside him, "Little Nicholas", a light-hearted novel.

Ren Jianing packed everything up, came out and said to him: "It's so late, it looks like you're going to live here. The child is still sick, so it's not easy to run back and forth."

"Hmm." Qin Ankang replied blankly, Ren Jianing's tone was not at all negotiating, so he couldn't say anything.

Ren Jianing walked into the bedroom, and when he came out, he held a stack of things in his hands and said, "The pajamas are new, and so are the towels. I don't have a guest room here, so you can sleep on the sofa."

Qin Ankang looked at his watch and said, "Don't be busy, it's so late, I won't sleep. I slept for a while on the plane, and I'm not sleepy."

"Okay." Ren Jianing didn't expose his lie, how could he sleep on the plane with such anxiety?

The two sat on the sofa, speechless.Qin Ankang shook the cup in his hand and said, "Can I have a cup of coffee?"

"Coffee is too irritating, let's drink tea." Ren Jianing made him a cup of green tea.

"Do you often drink tea?" Qin Ankang asked while watching his skillful tea making movements.

Ren Jianing nodded and placed the teacup in front of him.

"I really can't see that you are a painter."

"What's wrong?" Ren Jianing asked in surprise. "What kind of thing can you tell that it's a painting?"

Qin Ankang thought for a while and said: "Aren't all of you artists unique and unconventional? You are always at the forefront of fashion, and the more bizarre things are the more your favorite. Take a look at you," referring to Referring to the surrounding environment, "It's completely different, but more like a historian."

Ren Jianing didn't think it was a big deal when he heard what he said earlier, and many people thought this way.The last sentence is a bit confusing, how can I get in touch with historians again?

"is it?"

Qin Ankang continued: "Except for those who study history, I can't think of anyone who can tolerate a monotonous and boring life."

Ren Jianing looked at him and asked, "How do you know that my life is monotonous and boring?"

Qin Ankang was left speechless by the question, and didn't know how to refute. Seeing the book in his hand, he changed the subject and said, "Do you like reading this kind of book?"

"It's okay. I don't like anything in particular. It was recommended by a friend. Just read it when you have nothing to do to kill time." Ren Jianing replied, closed the book, looked at him and said seriously, "Should you spend more time with him?" Your son?"

Qin Ankang smiled wryly: "Accompany my son? I also want to. But, I want to earn money to support them. How can we live without earning money? Since we want to earn money, we have to go out to work. Money won't fall from the sky by itself. Work takes time, and I also want to spend time with them. But...if I don't want to, why did I fight for their custody right in the first place?"

Ren Jianing had never seen him so sad and serious before, and felt a little empathetic. He comforted him and said, "Money is important, but father's love cannot be bought with money. I just hope you can spend more time with your son."

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