The sick and the sick are reborn

Lost horse?

Tentative

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Sixing noticed what Yuan An was holding.

After Yuan An sat down beside him, he asked: "Are you bringing these things, are you going to draw?"

Yuan An nodded, "I promised a friend before."

He didn't have the nerve to directly say that he wanted to paint for Qin Sixing. After all, painting was just his hobby. He didn't have much professional and systematic study, and he thought his painting skills were not very good.

"What kind of friend, let you paint for him when you are sick."

Ok?

Hearing this, Yuan An stared blankly at Qin Sixing, and heard some dissatisfaction in his tone.

Qin Siming was also a little dazed, only to realize that he couldn't control what was on his mind just now.

He smiled slightly, regained his gentleness and elegance, and said, "What I mean is, you should take a good rest when you are sick, and it's not too late to paint after you recover."

Yuan An tactfully rejected his proposal, "It's okay, I just draw casually these days to find the texture, and it doesn't take much energy."

Now that he said that, Qin Siming couldn't bear to stop him anymore, so he nodded and took out a delicate blue thermos from his side.

"The soup made by my aunt at home is not bad. I brought it here for you to try."

As Qin Sixing spoke, he opened the lid of the thermos.

The rich aroma rushed out, Yuan An smelled it, and his stomach let out a "goo".

The sound is not too small.

He quickly covered his stomach, his cheeks and ears turned red.

Qin Siming naturally heard the sound.He looked at Yuan An and asked, "Are you hungry? Didn't you have lunch?"

Yuan An nodded embarrassedly, "I don't really want to eat."

Although the food in the cafeteria was okay, he had eaten it many times in his previous life, and he really couldn't eat it these two days.

Qin Sixing was silent for a while, then filled a bowl of soup with the small bowl and spoon he brought, and handed it to Yuan An.

"Can I eat it now?"

The redness on Yuan An's face has not subsided, and he nodded while smelling the aroma of the soup.

want to drink.

Qin Sixing raised the corners of his lips slightly, watching Yuan An take the bowl obediently.

He said: "If you don't have an appetite, I'll bring you food later."

Yuan An didn't want to trouble him, so he shook his head quickly.

Qin Sixing didn't say anything, just watched Yuan An drink the soup.Before leaving that night, he and Yuan An exchanged contact information.

At noon the next day, Yuan An received a call from Qin Sixing, who asked him to go downstairs to pick up his things in the hospital building.

He ran downstairs and found an aunt standing where Qin Siming said.

After seeing him, the aunt came forward with a smile and handed the thermos to him, "Mr. Qin asked me to deliver the food to you."

Yuan An took the thermos bucket at a loss, and thanked his aunt repeatedly.

"Good boy, you're welcome. I thought you were going to have an operation the day after tomorrow, so I just stewed some digestible porridge. If you are hungry later, please contact Mr. Qin, and then Auntie will bring it to you."

Yuan An gripped the handle of the thermos bucket and nodded slightly.

The aunt smiled softly, and gave a few more instructions before leaving.

Yuan An looked at her back, thinking of her gentle words just now, his eyes turned red unconsciously, and his nose was a little sour.

He felt that the warmth he received after rebirth seemed to exceed the standard, and he didn't know how to accept and respond.

Looking at the exquisite thermos bucket in his hand, Yuan An finally held back his tears, returned to the ward and finished the porridge.

In the afternoon, when Yuan An came to the corner of the garden with the thermos bucket, Qin Siming in a vest and suit was already waiting for him with another small green thermos bucket.

"Does the meal that Auntie brought you at noon suit your taste?" Qin Sixing asked.

Yuan An nodded and said, "Thank you, but it doesn't need to be so troublesome."

Qin Siming chuckled, opened the small thermos, handed over a spoon, and said, "Take care of the little patients, you should."

Listening to his smiling little patient, Yuan An seemed to understand why Mr. Qin was so gentle to him.

He smiled, took the spoon, and ate the porridge in the thermos.

At the same time, he secretly looked at Qin Sixing's face and figure.

His paintings already have a basic outline, only the specific details are lacking.He wanted to draw better, so he had to observe Qin Siming more.

Qin Siming felt Yuan An's gaze, adjusted his posture, and looked at Yuan An more gently.

When the two parted ways that night, Yuan An thought about it and reminded: "Mr. Qin, I have surgery the day after tomorrow, so I can't eat tomorrow afternoon."

Otherwise, if Qin Siming still brought something delicious, it would be a waste if he couldn't eat it.

Qin Siming nodded, "I know."

Yuan An breathed a sigh of relief and waved goodbye to him.

In the afternoon of the next day, Yuan An took the painting to the corner of the garden early.

Qin Siming hadn't come yet, and Yuan An was carefully revising the painting that had been drawn.

Yuan An didn't get up until he heard the sound of the cane hitting the ground behind him, turned around and handed out the painting.

"Mr. Qin, this painting is for you."

Qin Sixing froze in place, his eyes widened a little from surprise.

His gaze moved down and landed on the painting in Yuan An's hand.

The picture is of a man sitting on a bench with a magnolia tree next to it.Although there is no coloring, the appearance of the man and the magnolia tree are very detailed.

And that man, who else is not him.

The dimple appeared on Yuan An's right cheek again. He maintained the posture of handing out the painting, and said a little embarrassedly: "I haven't drawn a real person for a while, I hope you don't dislike it."

Qin Siming looked at the painting, then at Yuan An.

His Adam's apple rolled twice, and finally took the painting gently, and asked in a low voice: "So, is it for me?"

Qin Siming's thoughts kept on drawing, but what he didn't notice was that Yuan An froze immediately after hearing his words.

Before, he just felt that the voices of Mr. Qin and Xing Xing were slightly similar, but he never connected the two.

But now, when Mr. Qin's voice is deliberately low, it seems to be exactly the same as Xing Xing's.

Yuan An pursed his lips and frowned slightly.

By the time Qin Sixing turned his attention away from the painting, Yuan An's smile had returned to his face just now.

"The painting is very good, I like it very much, thank you An An." After Qin Siming finished speaking, he put the windbreaker on his left arm on the back of the bench, and put the painting on the left side of the bench like a baby, and pressed it with his mobile phone to prevent it from falling. Blown away by the wind.

Then he sat down beside Yuan An.

Yuan An breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "It's good that you like it."

After speaking, Yuan An fell into deep thought.

And because the painting occupied part of the bench, Qin Sixing sat down with Yuan An's arm directly next to his arm.

When he realized this, Qin Siming felt that his arm touching Yuan An seemed to become hot, and his body involuntarily became a little stiff.

Yuan An was immersed in his own thoughts, and didn't notice that something was wrong with Qin Sixing.

When he caught sight of Qin Siming's long legs from the corner of his eye, Yuan An thought for a while and asked, "Mr. Qin, you said earlier that your leg injury was caused by a car accident. May I ask you, when did you die?" Was it a car accident?"

Qin Siming said, "It's been almost three years since the car accident, what's wrong?"

Yuan An's heart skipped a beat.

The time of the car accident, the capital city of my hometown, You Xing, similar voices... so many coincidences, Yuan An is almost certain that Qin Sixing is the star.

But he still wants to get more accurate and powerful evidence.

Yuan An lowered his head, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and while Qin Sixing wasn't paying attention, he secretly called Xing Xing's penguin number.

Two seconds later, Yuan An saw that the phone screen on Qin Siming's left lit up.

He quickly glanced sideways, but found that it was an ordinary call, not his Penguin phone.

The caller's name was Song Chucheng.

Qin Siming also saw the phone call, he frowned and picked up the phone, motioned to Yuan An and walked not far away to answer the call.

Yuan An glanced at Qin Sixing's back, and then at the windbreaker he had draped over the back of the bench.

Could it be that Mr. Qin has a second mobile phone?

He pursed his lips, stretched out his hands like a thief, and secretly squeezed the two pockets of the windbreaker.

There is nothing.

Then Mr. Qin and Xing Xing are really not the same person?

Yuan An was stunned, and silently hung up Penguin's phone after a while.

Not far away, Qin Siming, who caught a glimpse of Yuan An's small movements from the corner of his eye, stood stiffly on the spot. When he realized that Yuan An withdrew his hand, he said to Song Chucheng on the other end of the phone:

"You can reply to him in 10 minutes, and I will send you the content of the reply by voice later."

Song Chucheng didn't understand and said: "Brother, I actually don't think you need to hide it from him, just explain it well. Anyway, my uncle has agreed with you..."

"Wait a little longer." Qin Siming interrupted him, "Now is not the time."

Song Chucheng was speechless, and wanted to say something more, but in the end he just said irritably, "Oh, it's okay, you can do whatever you want." Anyway, his cousin deserves what the consequences will be!

Qin Sixing rubbed the center of his brows, cleared his throat after hanging up the phone, and sent a few voice messages to Song Chucheng.

Afterwards, he turned off the phone, and walked towards Yuan An with an apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, my cousin accidentally got into trouble when he first arrived in Hejiang City, and he called to let me deal with the aftermath."

Yuan An shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Qin Sixing smiled and sat down next to Yuan An again.

He saw that Yuan An was a little absent-minded now, and then deliberately found some topics related to painting.

Yuan An occasionally responded, but his attention was always on the phone.

About twenty minutes later, Yuan An heard the sound of his penguin message.

He glanced at Qin Siming who was watching him tenderly, and then clicked on the penguin.

These are two voice messages from the stars.

Mr. Qin has been talking to him just now, so these two messages cannot be sent by him.

That is to say, Mr. Qin and Xing Xing are indeed not the same person.

Yuan An let out a breath, smiled at Qin Sixing, and said, "Sorry, I'll reply."

Seeing that Qin Siming nodded indifferently, Yuan An listened to the two messages from Xing Xing through the handset.

[I was taking a shower just now, so I didn't bring my mobile phone. 】

[What's wrong, Ann. 】

Hearing the familiar voice, Yuan An chuckled, not understanding why he thought Mr. Qin and Xing Xing were the same person just now.

After he returned the message to Xing Xing, he pressed the phone, then turned to Qin Sixing and said:

"Mr. Qin, I have an injection at eight o'clock tonight, so I have to go back early."

Qin Sixing's eyes moved slightly, but he couldn't restrain himself after all, and raised his hand to stroke Yuan An's hair: "I wish your operation a smooth operation."

Yuan An was startled, and then grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands.

After hesitating for a long time, he said, "I actually have something I want to bother you...the family members need to sign before the operation, and I don't want to inform my family members. Can you sign for me as a friend?"

"Don't worry, my operation is not difficult, and my family will never trouble you. It's just that I need to delay your time."

Seeing the secret pleading in Yuan An's eyes, how could Qin Siming refuse him: "Okay, I promise you."

The author says:

Song Chucheng, who received his cousin's voice: Boy.