countdown to winter

Shi Xing listened, but kept silent, and went to watch TV nearby.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Wen Xia said, "I'm pretty good at cooking, so I'll open your eyes."

Before Shi Xing opened his mouth, Wen Xia continued on his own: "Forget it, you can go to the supermarket with me, it's very close, and see what you like."

"...No need, I eat the same thing."

"That won't work." Wen Xia put down the hair dryer and straightened her half-dry hair, "I am the Lord, you have to listen to me."

"...a pig?" Shi Xing hesitated, and said, "Why are you a pig?"

"Hahahaha," Wen Xia laughed out loud, fell down on the sofa, and patted Shi Xing on the shoulder, "You are quite interesting, kid—go, let me put a Band-Aid on your wound, okay?" Put on a coat, let's go grocery shopping."

After Shi Xing finished treating the wound, when he went out, the rain outside had lightened a lot, and it was getting dark, Wen Xia was holding an umbrella.

The supermarket is in the community, very close.

Wen Xia looked at the vegetable section for a long time, but didn't know what to choose, so she asked Shi Xing to choose, and Shi Xing picked up a few vegetables, and when he was about to leave, Wen Xia suddenly walked to the place where the yogurt was sold.

Shi Xing was a little strange: "What are you doing?"

Wen Xia took two big strawberries, yellow peaches, "I'll buy you some milk."

Shi Xing was stunned.

It was the first time for him to grow up to such a big age... Someone said they wanted to buy him yogurt, Shi Xing said, "No, I'm not a child."

"Come on, you, you are just a little friend," Wen Xia casually threw two packs of potato chips, "Let's go, go home."

After returning home, Wen Xia threw him yogurt and potato chips, "Sit down properly, I'll call you for dinner."

Shi Xing tore open the yogurt and carefully tasted the first bite.

It was obviously cold, but it was like boiling hot molten liquid, it poured into the tip of his heart at once, it was so hot that he almost wanted to shed tears.

Wen Xia quickly prepared two dishes, white porridge, and a plate of pickles. Shi Xing sat a little restrained, not knowing what to do.

Wen Xia handed him the chopsticks, seeing that he didn't move, suddenly realized: "You don't know how to use chopsticks?"

"Ah..." Shi Xing was stunned.

Wen Xia gave him a spoon, "Eat."

Wen Xia was right about this point, his cooking was indeed delicious, Shi Xing buried his head in eating, Wen Xia added a second bowl for him, but he really couldn't eat it anymore.

But he didn't say it.

It should be impolite to eat at someone else's house and leave food behind.

So Shi Xing kept his head down and ate non-stop, Wen Xia smiled and felt a sense of accomplishment, until Shi Xing covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom, vomiting until the sky was dark, he didn't react.

Wen Xia poured cold water, patted him on the back, and frowned: "If you can't eat it, just say it, why are you stuffing it?"

With a pale face, Shi Xing sat down on the ground, leaning on the toilet, panting with his head bowed, physical tears fell, he took Wen Xia's water and rinsed his mouth.

"Okay, I've really convinced you," Wen Xia helped him stand up, wiped away the tears on his face, and avoided his wound, "Are you still uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable anymore..." Shi Xing was a little embarrassed, and he said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what."

"The bathroom is dirty for you."

Wen Xia: "..."

He let Shi Xing sit on the sofa and squatted down, "Shi Xing, look at me."

Shixing looked at him.

"At school, we are teachers and students, and I am your teacher. Outside, you can treat me as a friend. Between friends, just be happy. You don't need to be cautious, you don't need to hide yourself, and you don't need to be so sorry. ,” Wen Xia said, “Do you understand?”

"But……"

"Not so much," Wen Xia said, "I'm going to mop the floor in the bathroom, you sit still, don't come over, eat your yogurt!"

Shi Xing stopped moving, Wen Xia was about to leave when he suddenly saw the corners of Shi Xing's eyes turn red, and she shed tears.

Two words crossed Wen Xia's mind: Terrible.

He sighed, walked over, bent down, opened his arms, gave Shi Xing a tight hug, and patted him, "Okay, don't cry."

"Do not blame you."