As He Yue finished speaking, the two of them collided with each other and looked at each other.

"Hello." Qin Feiyan took the lead in greeting him, smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand.

"Qin Feiyan."

"Hello, Qiu Qing'an." He held his hands lightly, and could not see the contents in each other's eyes. Qiu Qing settled down and said, "Thank you today."

"No need." Qin Feiyan smiled and looked at He Yue, "Yueyue's business is mine."

"Brother Feiyan, you should have something to do, why don't you go back first?" He Yue was afraid that he would say more, so he couldn't wait to push him and wink.

He was stunned for a moment, still looking as usual.

"Then I'll go back first." Qin Feiyan took a few steps with the car keys, remembered something, stopped and looked back, looking at Heyue.

"By the way, Ayue, my dad said last time that he had time to ask you to come and have dinner. I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Ah, okay, tell my uncle that I will go over to see them when I have time." He Yue waved his hand at him, Qin Feiyan nodded slightly, and the light looked at Qiu Qing'an without any trace.

The boy stood there with a calm face, and seemed to be trying his best to cover up something.

After Qin Feiyan's figure disappeared, He Yue turned around and stared at Qiu Qing'an helplessly.

"Let's go."

"You have a good relationship?" Qiu Qing'an didn't move, just lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly.

Heyue frowned and said slowly: "We met when we were very young."

"Oh." Qiu Qing'an lowered his head.

"You childhood sweetheart..." He seemed to be talking to himself in a low voice. He Yue blinked, unable to tell the emotions in his words for a moment.

"Go back." He said at last, looking at Heyue with a shallow and plain look.

The two turned around and stopped a car on the side of the road. He Yue was about to go to the hospital. Qiu Qing'an asked the driver to park the car in front of a pharmacy near his home.

She followed him, Qiu Qing'an pushed open the door and went in, skillfully holding gauze iodine on the shelf, and then went to check out with a bruised face.

"You were the same before. You refused to go to the hospital and bought medicine alone." He Yue whispered, remembering that time he walked across the street alone, sitting next to apply medicine to the glass.

"It's just a little injury, it will be cured in two days." Qiu Qing'an was silent for a moment and replied.

The two of them went upstairs one by one. At the door, he took out the key and twisted it lightly. When he put his hand on the door handle, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"Ah?" He Yue looked at him blankly, caught off guard by this question and his mind was confused.

"It seems to be since the first meeting." Qiu Qing'an recalled something and said slowly and calmly. Suddenly, he stopped talking and frowned unconsciously.

"So, are you sympathizing with me?"

"It's pitiful to see me being beaten, so I took the initiative to hand me a tissue. Only when I saw me at school did he..." His voice gradually faded, and He Yue interrupted him.

"No." She repeated again firmly and calmly.

"no."

"Not because of sympathy."

"What is that?" Qiu Qing'an asked, He Yue's hand clenched his fists and let go, and finally looked straight at him, with an extremely calm look.

"I'll tell you later."

Qiu Qing'an lowered his eyes and fell silent.

After a moment, he pushed open the door.

Qiu Qing'an had no mirror at home. He looked at the front camera of his phone and applied medicine little by little. He Yue couldn't stand it and took the cotton swab from his hand.

"I'll do it."

She said softly, Qiu Qing's unanimous opinion. The two sat on the sofa, face to face, He Yue held a cotton swab stained with iodine, and carefully disinfected the wound on the corner of his mouth.

The potion was a little cool, and the joy was very close. The eyes were concentrated and serious under the long eyelashes. Qiu Qing'an's gaze drooped slightly and fell on her face.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but I finally heard a sigh of relief in my ears, and He Yue sat upright.

"Okay." She looked at Qiu Qing'an, slightly satisfied.

"Where are you injured?"

"Here." He pressed his waist, frowned in pain.

"It seems like someone was punched."

"Let me see." He Yue reached out and lifted his shirt without thinking. The hem of the clothes was rolled up, revealing a thin waist, with a cold and white complexion, and the texture of the lower abdomen was clearly visible.

He Yue stiffened and saw the bruise on his waist again, which was particularly obvious on his fair skin.

She frowned.

"Why is Qingcheng like this?" He Yue pressed his fingers, and Qiu Qing'an took a deep breath in pain.

"Have you bought medicine for bruises and injuries?" He Yue walked down the sofa, flipped through the pile of medicine he had just bought on the coffee table, and saw a bottle of dark red medicinal oil.

"Is this?" She took it over and Qiu Qing'an nodded.

"Give it to me."

"I'll do it." He Yue's brows were not let go, staring at his bruises, close to his waist, and he was so hard that he twisted his body.

Qiu Qing'an lay down, He Yue poured the medicinal oil into his palm first, rubbed it until it became hot before it covered it. After pressing it hard, the muscles underneath trembled.

"It hurts?"

Qiu Qing'an was about to say no.

"I can bear the pain." He Yue's expressionless face.

"Whoever asked you to fight and cause trouble, deserves it."

“………”

Having said that, He Yue's hand was still a little lighter, and he slowly pushed away the blood stasis below until the skin became hot.

The air was filled with pungent smell of medicine, and neither of them spoke. The instructions said that it would take two minutes to rub the wound. He Yue probably thought it was almost done, so he took his hand back.

"alright."

Qiu Qing'an sat up and slowly pulled her clothes.

Heyue went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

"What are you going to eat tonight?" she asked, and opened the refrigerator, leaving only a few bottles of Coke and bread that she had bought for unknown amounts.

He Yue took it out and saw that it was expired.

"I want to eat fish." Qiu Qing'an sat there and raised his head and said, and He Yue smiled.

"Why did you suddenly change your appetite today?"

"No." He looked to the ground.

"Just want to eat."

He Yue went to the supermarket downstairs to buy vegetables and cooked the meal. The sky was dark outside, and only a light red line was left hanging on the horizon, leaving the breath of evening.

The lights were on in the small living room, and there were two dishes and one soup on the dining table. It was the first time that Heyue made fish, but the taste was pretty good. She picked up a few chopsticks for Qiu Qing'an and ignored them afterwards.

Suddenly, halfway through the meal, he started coughing suddenly, as if he was stuck in his throat by a fishbone. He Yue hurried to get him water.

"Is it okay?" She watched him finish drinking and said worriedly: "It's okay if you swallow the pierce."

"It's okay." Qiu Qing'an put down the cup, waved his hand, and then forced a smile at her, with a light blush and water vapor left behind after a violent cough.

He Yue was a little angry.

"What kind of broken fish? There are so many thorns. I have asked the boss specifically what I bought after buying it."

She was indignant and cursed while holding the chopsticks.

"Never buy it again!"

Qiu Qing'an looked at the clean fish meat that was placed in the bowl, with gentle eyes and an invisible smile.

"It's okay." He picked up the fish meat and put it in his mouth, and spoke softly.

“It’s delicious.”

Before leaving, Qiu Qing'an took He Yue to the door. He was about to go downstairs, but she blocked him.

"You still have injuries on your body, don't walk around."

"Then be careful." Qiu Qing settled down, "Send me a message when you get home."

"Okay." He Yue answered, but didn't move. After a while, he looked up at him.

"Qiu Qing'an."

"Ah?" He was a little surprised. The first time he heard He Yue call his name so formally.

"Even if someone scolds me next time, you can't be as impulsive as you are today." He Yue looked solemn.
To be continued...