Teacher, breathe for me

Qi Yan simply cooked a few dishes, a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, a plate of braised octopus, a plate of cold spinach and a bowl of yam fish soup.The dishes looked quite attractive, and Qiao Xiu heard his stomach growl clearly.

"Let's eat." Qi Yan took off his apron and sat down at the other side of the dining table.

Joshua glanced at him and picked up the chopsticks: "I'm really hungry."

Qi Yan smiled: "I didn't let you eat."

Joshua first picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and ate it.

Qi Yan drank the soup: "How is it?"

Qiao Xiu swallowed, with a strange look on his face: "Where did you study in junior high school?"

"No. [-] Middle School." Qi Yan didn't know why Qiao Xiu asked this suddenly, but he answered obediently.

"Oh my god, baby Yan." Qiao Xiu said seriously, "I thought you were studying New Oriental."

Qi Yan choked on the soup and laughed wildly.

"To be honest." Qiao Xiu took another bite of hairtail, "How do you cook so well?"

Qi Yan slowly wiped his mouth with a piece of paper: "When I was young, my parents didn't accompany me, and there was only a nanny at home, and then I often stayed in the kitchen with the nanny. At that time, I was afraid of ghosts, and the nanny was the only adult in the family. I have no choice but to pester her all the time, and after a while, I will do it."

Qiao Xiu bit the rice grain: "You are so awesome, I admire you."

"Teacher, if you like, I can often cook for you." Qi Yan propped his chin and looked at Qiao Xiu with a smile.

Qiao Xiu hadn't come out of the atmosphere of being taken care of by the domineering president last time, and he instantly felt the pleasure of being pampered by the boss again, and he couldn't get tired of it.

Following the scent, Erha, who was playing in the living room, came running with Yihuang on his back.

Qi Yan usually dotes on Erha, let him jump on the bed casually, but in the dining table area, it is forbidden to convulse.So Erha lay obediently at his feet, rubbing and rubbing to eat.

Normally, Qi Yan would give it some meat to eat, but seeing that Qiao Xiu likes to eat it, he naturally couldn't bear it, so he kicked him: "Don't act like a baby, don't play around."

Seeing it was pitiful, Joshua greeted, "Come here, I'll give you something to eat."

As soon as Erha saw that there was something to eat, he ran over after losing his owner, let out a "owwow", and rubbed against Qiao Xiu's leg.

Qi Yan: "..."

Dogs are not big enough to stay.

Qiao Xiu's cooking by himself is close to handicapped. He thought that he lived alone all year round, so he should have cultivated superb cooking skills, but the reality is that everything is counterproductive.Normally, he would either eat something casual downstairs, or just get something to fill him up if he didn't dislike it. He couldn't count how long he hadn't eaten such a homely meal.

The food is delicious when chewed in the mouth, and it warms the heart when swallowed.

After lunch, Qiao Xiu sat for a while, thinking that it was almost time to go back, Qi Yan suddenly poked his head down from upstairs: "Brother Qiao, come up."

Joshua raised his head: "Huh?"

Qi Yan: "Make up lessons."

Qiao Xiu was taken aback for a moment, thinking of this mess, he had no choice but to go upstairs.

"Come to my room." Qi Yan pulled him in.

Qi Yan's room was very big, and it was tidy. Qiao Xiu glanced at it and asked, "Aren't your parents at home?"

"My dad and I don't live together." Qi Yan said without emotion.

"a city?"

"Yes." Qi Yan nodded.

Neither of them spoke, Qiao Xiu glanced at the photo frame on Qi Yan's bedside, and there was only one family photo of the three of them.In the photo, Qi Yan was only five or six years old. He was hugged by his father and made a big grimace.

The rest of the photos are all of Qi Yan's solo photos, photos of Qi Yan growing up, photos of receiving awards on stage, photos of playing basketball, and photos of playing the guitar.The boy's facial features gradually opened up, but there was almost no smile on his face.

Qiao Xiu took a photo that looked like it was from junior high school, compared it with the present, and smiled: "It looks better now."

Qi Yan raised his chin: "It will look better in the future."

Qiao Xiu sat on the chair: "Okay, you said you need to make up lessons, why don't you understand?" He flipped through Qi Yan's homework on the table, and it was all blank.

Joshua: "Say a ball to me..."

Qi Yan spread out the National Day homework, put it in front of Qiao Xiu, and said without changing his face: "This edition, I don't know."

Joshua: "..."

Qi Yan said again: "No way, teacher, teach me one question at a time."

That night, every word of Qi Yan's words still echoed in Qiao Xiu's mind.At that time Qi Yan said: "People will be more tolerant towards good-looking people."

Now, a word becomes a prophecy.

Seeing his extremely "sincere" eyes, Qiao Xiu has nothing to say, let's make love to each other, the teacher dotes on you.

Seemingly sloppy, Qiao Xiu was quite conscientious when he started his job, and explained the problem to Qi Yan seriously.Qi Yan also listened quite seriously.

In the afternoon of golden autumn in October, the curtains in the house were gently swayed by the breeze. The kind teachers and serious students, except for the occasional cats and dogs from downstairs, it was a very harmonious picture of teachers and students.

Until Qiao Xiu talked about the final question of filling in the blanks, his mouth was dry, and he sweated profusely to calculate the derivation process for Qi Yan. As a result, Qi Yan said: "But, can't it be solved easily by using the derivative? Why? To do this?"

Qiao Xiu looked at him for ten seconds: "You haven't learned derivatives yet."

Qi Yan: "I taught myself."

Qiao Xiu: "...Qi Yan, get the hell out of here—"

Qi Yan brought water and brought it to Qiao Xiu's lips: "Brother Qiao worked hard, you are very thirsty, drink some water, is it hot? Shall I turn on the air conditioner? Are you sleepy? Lay on my bed and sleep. ?”

It’s okay if you don’t talk about things like naps, but if you talk about it, no matter how energetic you are, you’ll feel like you’re a little sleepy.Qiao Xiu was quite excited when he was talking about the topic, but after being told by Qi Yan, it seemed that he couldn't escape the curse, really, he was sleepy.

Joshua put down the water glass: "That said, I'm a little sleepy."

Qi Yan said softly, "Brother Qiao, lie down and sleep for a while, just lie down on my bed and sleep."

Qiao Xiu glanced at his outer clothes: "Not too good, your house should have a guest room..."

Qi Yan has already got up and went to open the closet: "The guest room has not been cleaned for a long time and has already accumulated two layers of dust. I'll get you a pajamas, it's okay."

Qiao Xiu looked at the pajamas that Qi Yan took out, hehe.

"My pajamas are all of this style, Brother Qiao, you'll just make up for it..." Qi Yan glanced at the red and green watermelon pajamas in his hand with a girly fresh air, and bent his lips slightly.

Qiao Xiu got up: "I'll look for it myself."

Qi Yan blocked it: "No."

"what happened?"

Qi Yan: "I'm shy."

Qiao Xiu glanced at him and was about to step forward.

Qi Yan: "I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth, Brother Qiao, I haven't washed my underwear."

Joshua: "..."

Qiao Xiu reluctantly took a girly watermelon pajamas and changed into it. When he passed by the mirror, he glanced at himself and felt that he was cute.

Qi Yan sat on the chair and watched the computer, Qiao Xiu lay on Qi Yan's bed, which was quite soft, and Qiao Xiu rolled on it.As a result, as soon as he lay down, he saw Qi Yan holding back a smile and looking at him.

Joshua was so ashamed that he wanted to die.

Qi Yan turned around and continued to look at the computer, and said lightly: "It's okay, Brother Qiao, you can keep rolling, do you want me to accompany you?"

Joshua: "...you go do your thing!"

After Qi Yan laughed twice, he stopped talking.

The villa area where Qi Yan's family was located was quite quiet, and he couldn't hear the hustle and bustle of the city. Soon, Qiao Xiu's eyelids drooped, and he fell into a boundless dreamland.

Qi Yan felt that Qiao Xiu's breathing was gradually becoming steady, he turned his head and looked at Qiao Xiu who was sleeping peacefully on his bed.Qiao Xiu's sleeping face was very pure and quiet, compared to usual, he didn't look defensive at all.

He also looked younger than usual, like a well-behaved boy.

Qi Yan sat down beside the bed and looked at him with his chin propped up.

I think of his wise and sparkling appearance when he lectured on the podium, the appearance of him patiently answering classmates’ questions, the appearance of him being too scared to open his eyes when he was riding the cable car, and the appearance of him looking at his eyes with tears in his eyes just after eating. Looking warm.

Countless shapes, two-dimensional, three-dimensional, overlapping.

However, at this time, this person was lying on his own bed, sleeping defenselessly, obediently and quietly.

Just when the years were quiet and Qi Yan thought that time would pass by at a slow speed, he still forgot that life is no longer a literary novel, and there is not so much to be hypocritical about.

Erha yelled at the door and slammed his body against the door.

Qi Yan stood up, ready to sharpen his knife and rush to Erha.

After finally driving Erha and that dog away, Qi Yan went back to the room. Fortunately, Qi Yan slept soundly and was not woken up by A Mao and Gou.

Joshua had a long dream.

The dream was his childhood home, with the heavy and huge electric fan whirring. After finishing his summer homework, he went to ask his mother if he could go downstairs to play for a while.

The mother in the dream was gentle and charming, stroking his head and saying hello.

He went downstairs, ran all the way on the stairs, and heard the wind in the evening, the sound of the aunt playing mahjong downstairs, and the rustling sound of the aunt next door patting the quilt.

All households started to cook, the smoke rose high, and the smells of all kinds of home-cooked meals wafted out and blended in the air, which was what Qiao Xiu thought of as a taste of happiness when he was young.

He watched the aunt playing mahjong downstairs, the uncle playing Go under the tree, and the couple who quarreled with each other and the whole community knew about it.

Qiao Xiu stood there for a long time, but he felt like he was from another world. He didn't understand the life here, and he couldn't get into it at all.

Then his father came home, with a tired face, and said to their mother and son without emotion, let's go, live a good life, and live in a big house.

Then he lived in a high-end and luxurious house, with elegant decoration and gleaming marble floors, but it was so cold that people couldn't feel any warmth.

The dream suddenly sped up, like a movie, and it was the middle school entrance examination, the college entrance examination, and then in the summer vacation when he burned all the textbooks, his mother passed away.

The long dream seems to be frozen into amber, crystal clear.

His father's face appeared again, twisted into a face of extreme anger and pain, and he slapped Qiao Xiu hard.Joshua fell to the ground, with his face pressed against the cold floor, his father's cold voice buzzing in his ears: "Why do I have a son like you! Such a gay son!"

Joshua woke up suddenly.He hadn't had such a nightmare for too long, and the dream was so real that he felt a layer of sweat on his back and his eyes were sore.

When his vision gradually cleared up, the only thing he saw was Qi Yan's face.

The pretty face looked at him in confusion at this moment, as if he was frightened.His fingers still stopped at the corners of his eyes, as if to wipe away his tears.

Both of them met eyes unexpectedly, as if each other's secrets were suddenly and nakedly exposed.