When Heyue returned home, Aunt Fang came up anxiously and asked her where she had been all day. He Qi called to ask last night.

He Yue lowered her head and changed her shoes, and explained to her gently: "There is no one at her classmate's house. She suddenly became ill. I helped take care of her."

"What disease do you get? Is it serious?" Aunt Fang was immediately distracted.

"Stomach disease." He Yue said, thinking of something.

"By the way, Aunt Fang, please teach me how many dishes you cook. I can take them to school tomorrow with a thermal box."

"Oh, no need, I'll just prepare it for you to take it over." Aunt Fang said earnestly, He Yue thought for a while, and nodded.

"That's fine, then I'll bother Aunt Fang."

It was almost dark outside. He Yue came out after taking a shower and sat at the desk to make up for the homework for the past two days. It was almost the early morning before he put down the pen in his hand and rubbed his sore neck.

She lay on the bed in a daze, arched into the quilt, and soon closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, as soon as He Yue went downstairs to have breakfast, Aunt Fang packed the prepared meals in a thermal box and put them next to her hand.

"These are all light and nourishing the stomach. There is also a square at the bottom of it. Remember to let your classmate drink it."

"Okay." He thanked and chuckled.

"Thank you Aunt Fang."

When I arrived at school, everything was still as energetic and youthful as the rising sun in the morning, the lush green campus, and the students wearing school uniforms.

Only when you pass through the boulevard, go up the steps, and climb stairs to find your class will you find a hint of despair.

Another new week of painful learning has begun.

Heyue came early and the classroom was mostly empty. She put the insulation box on the table. When Zhou Mi came, she asked her curiously while stuffing her schoolbag.

"Yueyue, why are you still bringing your meal?"

"Oh, this." She said casually: "Take it to Qiu Qing'an."

"!" Zhou Mi immediately widened her eyes.

"What's going on? Why did you suddenly bring him a meal? Am I, a classmate and deskmate, completely out of favor?"

"Yueyue! You are so cruel!" She cried, and He Yue was silent.

“………”

"He had stomach problems, so he brought it to him."

"Qiu Qing'an has done so many good deeds. One of you and the other Jiang Haojie hold him like a treasure in his palm. He is so happy that it makes people jealous!" Zhou Mi complained indignantly, and He Yue answered in her heart.

No, he is just too unhappy, so people need attention and protection.

On the eve of class, Qiu Qing'an and Jiang Haojie came in together. When Heyue saw him, his eyes lit up.

"What's this?"

When Qiu Qing'an passed by her desk, He Yue handed over the insulation box and he held it in his hand for doubt.

"This is the meal that Aunt Fang cooked for you and the soup, you can eat it for lunch."

"Oh." He lowered his eyes and responded, unable to see joy.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" He Yue asked at a loss. Qiu Qing'an looked up at her and shook his head.

"No." He paused and smiled faintly.

“I like it very much.”

"Thanks."

Everyone around them was struck by lightning.

The ones who were frightened the most were Zhou Mi and Jiang Haojie, who looked at each other and swallowed their saliva.

As soon as get out of class was over, Heyue received a text message from Jiang Haojie, asking her to meet at the stairs next to the men's toilet in the teaching building.

It just so happened that He Yue wanted to find him, so he agreed without thinking, but changed the location to the top floor of the school.

After reading the message, the two stood up at the same time, pretending that they didn't know each other. One walked through the front door and the other went out from the back door, like a secret connection, and finally successfully met on the balcony on the top floor.

"It's only ten minutes." He Yue looked at the face, raised his chin to Jiang Haojie, and urged him.

"It's been two minutes, you're talking short."

Jiang Haojie: “…………”

"No, I haven't asked you what happened in the past two days?"

"Why did my brother An suddenly become sexually changed??"

"He had a stomach disease, and I took care of him for two days." He Yue was really short, summarizing everything in one sentence.

Jiang Haojie silently and scratched his forehead.

"You..." Isn't this a waste of money?

"So what happened to him that he was in a bad mood?" He Yue interrupted him and asked. Jiang Haojie was stunned by her aura, and after a moment, he swallowed his throat.

"It's not a problem..." He frowned and spoke cautiously.

"It was just two days ago, I saw that person again."

"It was their neighbor who was once imprisoned for attempted rape, and the target was his mother."

"It's also the person who was almost beaten to death by Qiu Qing'an back then."

...

Zhou Mi said that everyone is afraid of him.

Because Qiu Qing'an was at the school gate when he was in junior high school, he pressed a man to the ground and beat him up in front of everyone. He shed a lot of blood at that time. There was that man on the ground and his own.

Later, someone called the police. For some reason, the man was arrested and did not punish Qiu Qing'an.

But after this incident, no one around dared to have any contact with him and even rarely spoke. As a result, Qiu Qing'an became more and more silent and more introverted.

After entering high school, this situation improved. Jiang Haojie was wandering around him every day. Everyone got older and understood something. More importantly, people later only heard about that incident and did not see that scene with their own eyes.

The young man had red eyes, as if he was crazy, punching down one after another, which was so cruel that he wanted human life.

Almost everyone had no doubt that he was really trying to beat the man to death.

He Yue sat in her seat, staring at the blackboard, and her hands holding the pen were trembling slightly.

She took a deep breath, and the beating heart that was rushing wildly stabilized. She closed her eyes and opened them again, returning to her former calmness.

Just looking closely, the dark eyes were still beating with a bright light.

At noon, the classroom was empty and everyone went to have a meal, including Heyue.

Qiu Qing'an did not move, and slowly took out the lunch box and opened it. The food inside was still warm, which was a little more refined than the slightly greasy dishes in the canteen.

He picked up the chopsticks and put them in his mouth, which tasted homely. The seasonings that did not stimulate the taste buds were very comfortable.

After not taking a few bites, a noise came from the door. Jiang Haojie held the lunch box and pulled open the chair and sat opposite him, smiling: "Brother An, I'm here to have dinner with you! Are you happy!"

Qiu Qing'an ignored him, and as expected, within two seconds, his chopsticks reached over.

"Hey, I'll try the aunt's craftsmanship at my new classmate's house, and see how it is..." He said to himself that before the chopsticks touched the edge of the lunch box, Qiu Qing'an moved them away.

"Eat your own."

"No!" Jiang Haojie shouted dissatisfied: "It's not made by the new classmate himself! It's just made by the aunt! You don't want to give it to me?"

"Are you still brother?" He raised his hand and hit Qiu Qing'an's arm. Seeing that he ignored him, he thought of something, and smiled badly and raised his eyebrows at him strangely.

"I heard that my new classmate took care of you for two days? How did you take care of you? No wonder I didn't let you go..."

Qiu Qing'an picked up a piece of potato and stuffed it into his mouth, looking calm.

"Shut up."

"Mmmmm..." Jiang Haojie swallowed the big potato with difficulty, and his eyes turned around before he spoke in a low voice.

"By the way, Brother An, today He Yue asked me about you, and I told her everything." He peeked at him carefully.

"Is it okay?"

Qiu Qing'an's meal was like eating, remembering something, looking at him, and after a moment, he lowered his head, his voice vaguely.

"Don't have another next time."

"Okay! I obey the order!"

There was a sudden rain last night, and many leaves outside the dormitory fell, sticking to the ground wet.

There was still the lunch box on the corner of the table. He Yue sat up from the bed with his quilt on it, his eyes fixed on it, and he could still remember the scene when Qiu Qing'an returned it to her yesterday.

After being stunned for a while, he finally got up amid Zhou Mi's urging, washed up and went for a run.

At noon, I went to the cafeteria for dinner and happened to meet Jiang Haojie and Qiu Qing'an.

The school canteen has two floors. The first floor is to cook dishes and the second floor is to stir-fry. You can order your own food, and the dishes are more particular.

As soon as the school started, Zhou Mi took Heyue to eat for a few days on the first floor, and decisively abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, and then stayed on the second floor.
To be continued...