"Water is the source of all things. Water can carry a boat but can also capsize it. Water gives birth to all things. The highest good is like water..." Xia Qingshu recited the poem while shaking his head. His analysis was as fierce as a tiger.
“Although the word ‘water’ has only three strokes, its meaning is all-encompassing.”
"Water can give birth to everything. I think if I call him 'Water Washer Brother', then I can have as many sons as I want, right?"
"Auntie, do you think I'm right?"
"Auntie, please say something..."
Xia Qingshu spoke slowly and leisurely, with soft pronunciations and a gentle voice, which had nothing to do with the words "aggressive" or "sarcastic".
A pair of beautiful eyes were wide open, with a sincere look, truly caring about Mother Chen. She was cute and serious.
But it was this "Water Wash Brother" theory that stimulated Mother Chen to the point that she was almost speechless.
Mother Chen: “…”
I can't find a way out of my anger.
Even more angry.
Xia Qingshu looks stupid and talks ramblingly, as if he is making up stories, but his attitude is good and his expression is sincere. The weirdest thing is that if you savor his words carefully, you can find a hint of truth in the chaotic logic.
After careful consideration, it seems that "water washing" is much better than "dry cleaning"...
It's just suffocating.
Chen Zhiyu was lying on the bed and having a video call with Secretary Li. When he heard Xia Qingshu seriously discussing with his mother and finally changing his name to "Brother Shuixi", he did not feel offended, but could not help laughing out loud.
He spent all day hunting geese, but sometimes he got his eyes pecked by a goose.
Secretary Li was reporting a serious matter to his boss on the other side of the computer. He vaguely heard Xia Qingshu's voice and then saw his boss smile.
The smile on the boss's face was even brighter than the last time he reported that the company's market value had tripled.
Finally, the boss couldn't hold back his laughter and put his phone upside down on the table.
Secretary Li was shocked.
At this moment, Secretary Li felt like the butler in the CEO's article. He wanted to say something to Xia Qingshu:
"Master Xia, I haven't seen the boss laugh so happily in a long time."
Chen Zhiyu didn't notice Secretary Li's strangeness, turned off the video call, turned around and said, "Mom, you must have been deceived."
Mother Chen argued loudly, "How is that possible? This master is very famous. He doesn't charge any fees and only saves those who are predestined to be saved. I waited for half a year and finally invited him to come."
Chen Zhiyu asked coldly, "No reward?"
Mother Chen whispered, "...I just donated a little money for incense..."
Chen Zhiyu sneered.
When we say “a little bit”, it definitely means a lot. He's been dealing with this matter a lot in the past two years.
Mother Chen said as she glanced at Xia Qingshu and said mysteriously, "I think this master is quite effective. My son's matter is a sure thing."
Xia Qingshu leaned to the side, lowered the hem of his clothes to cover his belly, and asked weakly, "Auntie, should I still call you dry cleaning brother?"
"You shout first, I'll go ask later." Mother Chen glanced at him and said angrily, "Each word looks fine when you read it separately, but why does it look so weird when you put it together?"
Xia Qingshu felt a little strange. Mother Chen's eyes had been fixed on him vaguely today. Occasionally, she would glance at a certain part of his body, then quickly shift her gaze away.
"Zhi...Xixi, Mom made some traditional Chinese soup today, you should have some." Mother Chen opened the thermos bucket she carried with her, took out a bowl, washed it, and placed a bowl in front of Chen Zhiyu.
She poured two bowls of soup, one for Chen Zhiyu and one in front of Xia Qingshu, "Xia, you've worked hard taking care of Xixi, have a bowl too."
Xia Qingshu glanced at the soup bowl but didn't reach out for it.
"Xia, although the bowl used to hold the soup is Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain and costs several million, we have many such porcelains at home. Don't feel too burdened. Just hold it and drink from it."
Xia Qingshu: “…”
Mother Chen looked at him with hostility yesterday, but today her eyes were very strange.
The hostility in his eyes was reduced by half, and there was more inquiry, suspicion and a hint of inexplicable joy.
No matter how you look at it, this old woman seems to have bad intentions.
Xia Qingshu took the Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain bowl worth several million dollars and stirred the milky white soup with a small spoon.
"That small spoon alone is worth tens of thousands of dollars." Mother Chen pointed at the porcelain spoon in Xia Qingshu's hand and said, "There are only three sets of this Guiguzi Going Down the Mountain Yuan blue and white porcelain left in the country. One set is in our home, and the remaining two sets are on display in the museum. You can't buy them even if you have money."
Xia Qingshu: “…”
Damn it, she’s attracted to me again!
He silently said to himself that he was a capitalist and had the ability to show off.
Listening to the capitalists bragging is like a slap in the butt, it opens my eyes.
Xia Qingshu held the bowl and drank the soup in small sips.
I don’t know if it’s because of the Yuan blue and white porcelain or simply because the capitalists chose high-end ingredients, but the soup smells particularly mellow. Two swollen wolfberries are floating on the snow-white soup, with rich color.
After taking a bite, the light chicken flavor spreads between the lips and teeth, stimulating the entire taste buds, with a long aftertaste, fragrant but not greasy.
Delicious.
Xia Qingshu held the small spoon which weighed tens of thousands of yuan and drank up the soup.
While drinking the soup, an evil idea suddenly came to his mind -
If he had a son, wouldn't all these priceless antique courtyard company villas that Mother Chen showed off belong to his son in the future?
As long as he gave birth to the child...
Zhiyu's original destiny was to have no children...
Oh, stop, stop! !
What are you thinking about? Are you drunk from the soup?
Are you feeling elated just by looking at Yuan blue and white porcelain?
Is this the kind of thought that a person who has only seen a woman giving birth should have? !
When Mother Chen saw that he had finished drinking, she snatched the bowl from him and filled it up again for him. "Why are you so thin, young man? You look like you just escaped from Africa. You don't have much meat on your body. Drink a few more bowls of soup."
Xia Qingshu took the soup and drank it in one gulp.
Chen Zhiyu finished his soup and put the empty bowl on the bedside table. Mother Chen didn't even look at it, but just stared at Xia Qingshu drinking the soup.
He served Xia Qingshu five bowls in a row before putting the Yuan blue and white porcelain away with satisfaction.
"I'll go ask the master about the name." After saying this, Mother Chen put away the soup bowl and thermos bucket and left in a hurry.
After Mother Chen left, Xia Qingshu was a little unsure of what to do.
He felt a little awkward being alone with Chen Zhiyu.
He curled up on the sofa, opened his cell phone and flipped through it aimlessly. He didn't have the enthusiasm to repay his gratitude like he did last night.
When Xia Qingshu was looking for an excuse to leave, He Chen came. He Chen pushed the door open holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Brother Zhiyu, are you feeling better?" After he came in, he took a quick look and saw Xia Qingshu sitting on the sofa. He reached out to smooth the wrinkles on the hem of his clothes.
After greeting Chen Zhiyu, he moved to the side of the sofa seemingly unintentionally.
Xia Qingshu was in a daze when suddenly a bouquet of flowers was thrust in front of him. He took it naturally without thinking much.
Xia Qingshu looked down and saw a large bouquet of red roses.
Friends and relatives of the Chen family like to send flowers when they visit the patient. There are many bouquets of flowers in the corner of the room, mostly lilies, carnations, and gladioli. This large bouquet of red roses is particularly eye-catching among the bouquets of dull colors.
The red rose was wrapped in black wrapping paper and a red ribbon was tied at the handle.
It doesn't look like a gift for a patient. It looks like a gift for a lover.
Xia Qingshu glanced at He Chen and found that his expression was unnatural.
Did he trigger the hidden orthopedic plot of the article?
Orthopedics is a very common setting in Tangshiwen, and it has long deviated from the plot.
Oh my god............
Xia Qingshu's gaze towards He Chen and Chen Zhiyu was gradually covered with a layer of pink filter.
The roses were very fresh, with dewdrops hanging on the bright red petals. Xia Qingshu couldn't help but lean forward to smell them.
A light rose scent, quite fragrant.
It's just like love.
Xia Qingshu raised his head from the rose bouquet and looked up to see He Chen brushing his bangs up and winking at him.
He was not very skilled in lifting his eyelids, and to Xia Qingshu, it looked as if his eyes were irritated and twitching.
Xia Qingshu: I’m afraid this guy’s eyes are suffering from some serious disease.
Holding the rose, he walked straight to Chen Zhiyu's bed, put the flower on the bedside table beside the bed, and whispered, "Brother Xi, this is a rose from He Chen for you."
Chen Zhiyu pinched a rose, gathered the petals in his hand, and crushed them slowly.
He sat on the hospital bed, looking down from a high position, "Achen, you can't give roses when visiting a patient. This is basic common sense."
Although He Chen and Chen Zhiyu are cousins, they don't have much contact with each other. Chen Zhiyu has always been a role model among their peers and has always been the child of other people's families in his mother's eyes.
He had watched Chen Zhiyu being praised by adults since he was a child. He once thought that this cousin, who was only six years older than him, was Sun Wukong who had come down to earth and was omnipotent.
He had a special awe for Chen Zhiyu and always felt that he was different from his peers.
He Chen pinched his fingers and whispered, "Brother, this is the only bouquet left in the flower shop. I thought it was pretty good, so I bought it."
Seeing the school bully He Chen explaining seriously in front of Chen Zhiyu like a quail, Xia Qingshu exclaimed in his heart, "Wow."
He guessed right! ?
Xia Qingshu stood aside with a sweet smile on his face.
He has been well-behaved since childhood. In his spare time, he either attends training classes or practices piano and learns performance. He has hardly ever watched any film or television works or read any extracurricular books that go beyond moral constraints.
Now that I have encountered it in person, I am so excited that I want to rub my hands together.
"Since you know you bought the wrong one, just throw it away." The petals in his hand had been crushed by him, and the red juice was all over his fingers. Chen Zhiyu threw the petals lightly and scattered them on the ground.
From the moment He Chen walked in, Chen Zhiyu noticed that He Chen's eyes were vaguely following Xia Qingshu.
The rose was placed directly into Xia Qingshu's arms. He could tell at a glance what the young man was thinking.
His tone was a little cold, carrying an order that could not be refused.
Xia Qingshu closed his eyes and shook his head. He Chen was rejected.
The orthopedic plot ended up being a BE.
He Chen felt sorry for the roses being destroyed. He looked up at Chen Zhiyu and slowly took the bouquet back. "Brother, it's a pity to throw away such beautiful flowers. Xia Qingshu, what do you think?"
Xia Qingshu was suddenly called out, and was a little stunned. He nodded blankly, "It's a pity."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Chen stuffed the bouquet of roses into his arms.
"I'll give it to you."
Xia Qingshu was a little confused. He stood there holding the flowers in a daze.
Chen Zhiyu glanced at the roses that were still covered in dew and looked so beautiful that they seemed to have melted a layer of ice on his face.
"Aoki, I'm allergic to roses."
Xia Qingshu came back to his senses and said, "Oh, then I'll take it?"
He looked at He Chen with pity and picked up the bouquet of roses that had not been given away.
It would not be a good idea to put it in the corridor, and it would be impolite to throw the trash can in front of He Chen. After thinking about it, he simply put it in his own guest room.
He Chen wrinkled his nose and followed Xia Qingshu: "This room..."
Xia Qingshu: "This is the room I sleep in."
He Chen's brows relaxed, "I think this room is a good place to put it."
"Qingshu, take it to the nurse's station. I can't stand it." After Chen Zhiyu said this, he sneezed with true emotion.
"Then I'll put it at the nurse's station. It would be nice to give it to the nurse."
There are a lot of flowers at the nurses' station, all given by patients. Besides, there are enough flowers piled on the floor in the room, so it doesn’t matter if one bouquet is missing.
Xia Qingshu held the flowers, opened the door and prepared to go to the nurses' station.
The door opened, and before Xia Qingshu could step out, He Chen snatched the rose back, held it in his arms, and then looked at Chen Zhiyu with an unpredictable expression.
Chen Zhiyu said coldly, "Achen, if you know you are wrong, you must correct it."
He Chen clenched his fists and hugged the flowers tighter. "I heard from my aunt that my brother is going to open a dry cleaning shop. This bouquet of flowers can be used to celebrate the opening of the shop."
"There is no dry cleaner. You heard me wrong."
"How is that possible? My aunt clearly said in the group that it was dry cleaning."
The two of them seemed to be having a normal conversation. Chen Zhiyu spoke in a strong tone, while He Chen was a little weaker but he insisted on not throwing flowers.
However, Xia Qingshu felt that the air between them seemed to be filled with an invisible gleam of swords and sabers, mixed with a hint of gunpowder.
Although the tone was normal, there was an indescribable sense of disobedience.
Nothing like normal cousins.
It's even less like orthopedics.
Xia Qingshu couldn't understand what kind of brotherhood they had, so he interrupted, "It's not a dry cleaning store. It's Brother Zhiyu who changed his name to Brother Xi. It's not that dry cleaning store. Come here and I'll write it for you."
Xia Qingshu typed the words "漧玺" on his mobile phone and handed it to He Chen.
He Chen smiled as if he had suddenly realized something, and readily called out "Brother Xi".
"Brother Xi, I wish you a son soon." He Chen said, "Since you don't like this flower, I will give it to someone I like."
He Chen turned around and put the flower back into Xia Qingshu's arms, "Take it, Xia Qingshu."
It was the first time in Xia Qingshu's two lives that she received such a big bouquet of roses, and they were second-hand goods that others didn't want.
He didn't really want it.
Xia Qingshu held the flowers, feeling a little embarrassed.
Chen Zhiyu was not in a hurry.
Xia Qingshu looked embarrassed, and how could she accept He Chen's rose since she loved him so much.
But this little fool looked stupid and didn't know how to refuse, so he was happy to help him: "Qingshu, you can refuse if you don't want to."
Sure enough, Xia Qingshu returned the rose neatly and refused quietly, "I don't want it."
The corners of Chen Zhiyu's mouth curled up slightly, like a general who had won a battle.
He Chen was holding the flowers angrily, staring at Xia Qingshu sadly, like an abandoned puppy.
Xia Qingshu felt that his eyes were a little irritating. Just then a nurse asked her to go over and get some medicine, so Xia Qingshu followed the nurse and ran away.
After Xia Qingshu left, He Chen sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone.
Chen Zhiyu sat on the hospital bed and opened his laptop to work. The two of them seemed to have nothing to do with each other.
After a while, He Chen received a call. The person on the other end of the phone was urging him to come over. He was a little annoyed and hung up the phone.
"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Chen Zhiyu was attracted by the sound of the phone. He looked up, feeling unhappy about being interrupted at work.
"Brother," He Chen turned off his phone and quickly glanced at Chen Zhiyu.
He didn't dare to look Chen Zhiyu in the eye. Looking at him made him feel oppressive. "Brother, I heard that you saved Xia Qingshu. Why did you save him?"
Chen Zhiyu said calmly, "Do I look like someone who would watch someone die without helping?"
He Chen sat down on the sofa, spread his legs, propped his chin with one hand, and asked, "No, I'm just curious, how did you save someone by chance, and how did you hurt yourself while saving someone?"
Chen Zhiyu did not answer him, but asked: "Why are you asking so many questions?"
He Chen curled his lips and scratched his hair in annoyance. "Nothing, just asking casually."
"You have a good relationship with Xia Qingshu?"
"Normally, we're in the same dormitory." He took a deep breath, lay on his back on the sofa, and looked into Chen Zhiyu's eyes. "Brother, I've never seen you treat people so specially before."
He Chen usually dresses like a trendy guy, wearing clothes that are one size larger and have a hip-hop vibe. Today he wore a polo shirt with a collar and a pair of leather shoes. He looked more mature and formal, which was different from his usual style.
Thinking of the bouquet of roses again, Chen Zhiyu asked, "Do you like Xia Qingshu?"
His relationship with He Chen was just average, but he also knew that He Chen had someone else he liked, a senior in his school.
He Chen has liked the girl for several years and is deeply in love with her. The adults in his family all know about it, but they neither support nor oppose it.
He just asked tentatively. After all, it was the first time he saw He Chen so insistent about the ownership of a bouquet of roses.
And the way he looked at Xia Qingshu, even a blind man would know that there was something wrong.
Hearing this question, He Chen was like a furious cat, and he denied it loudly, "He is so stupid, how could I possibly like him?"
Chen Zhiyu was puzzled: "Then why are you wasting time here?"
He Chen was speechless after being asked this question. After a long silence, he bent his neck and said, "I am just speaking up for Xia Qingshu!"
"Brother, you are going to have a son, so you and Qingshu are destined to have no result." He Chen said, "Qingshu is a little stupid and slow to react, but his heart is sincere. I just feel sorry for him and want to help him."
"You are so kind." Chen Zhiyu sneered, "Who the hell told you that I must have a son?!"
"If you don't want to have a baby, then don't. Why are you so fierce?" He Chen muttered to himself, then he mustered up the courage to say, "Brother, you indulge Xia Qingshu by your side, so what do you think? Do you like him?"
Chen Zhiyu was silent.
Others have always been attracted to him, but he remains unmoved.
He has always firmly believed that Xia Qingshu likes him, and he has never thought about the question of "whether he should like Xia Qingshu".
During this period, he often stayed with Xia Qingshu and felt very comfortable getting along with her.
Sometimes, I even look forward to his arrival.
Chen Zhiyu was silent for too long, and He Chen thought he had gotten his answer, "Brother, since you don't like him, please let him go."
Xia Qingshu walked to the door and heard the two people talking about his relationship problems.
He was not surprised to hear that both of them denied their love for him. After all, these two people hated him very much at the beginning. Now the situation has improved, Xia Qingshu can still feel the arrogance in their bones.
Chen Zhiyu is the kind of person who is born with arrogance because of his high position. He Chen's arrogance is a combination of his family's superiority and his middle school age, which is slightly different from Chen Zhiyu's arrogance.
These two people, who naturally have many suitors, would never like someone like him.
But what puzzled him was that since these two people didn't like him, why would they care who he liked?
Is it that here, bootlickers are a scarce product and everyone is scrambling to own one?
Weird.
Xia Qingshu moved closer to the door and continued to eavesdrop.
After He Chen finished speaking, he looked directly at Chen Zhiyu.
Chen Zhiyu asked back, "What do you mean by this sentence?"
He Chen pouted and blew up his bangs, with a kind of determination to fight for it: "What I mean is, if you don't like him, can you stay away from him?"
"He likes me, and he came to me on his own initiative. I don't have the ability to influence his thoughts. You should tell him this."
The meaning of this sentence is very clear - Xia Qingshu likes him and he can't control it.
Although he was confident, Chen Zhiyu felt a little annoyed when he heard He Chen's words.
He was a man who remained calm even in the face of negotiations involving billions of dollars in funding, his heart as peaceful as a lake without wind, but his emotions fluctuated when he heard He Chen's unreasonable request.
Chen Zhiyu maintained his usual indifferent attitude and replied indifferently, "Also, who he likes has nothing to do with you."
Then there was a loud "clang" and the sound of something heavy falling was heard in the ward.
Xia Qingshu was surprised for two seconds.
Are these two excellent men going to fight over this "suck-up" of his? !
The reason is also very strange. Both of them don’t like him, but they care about his liking for him.
Xia Qingshu scratched his head, confused, and couldn't figure out what was going on.
Although Chen Zhiyu looked tall and strong, his leg was injured. Xia Qingshu was worried that he would suffer a loss, so he quickly opened the door and entered.
The two did not fight. He Chen turned his back to Chen Zhiyu and looked at the scenery outside the window. Chen Zhiyu was lying on the hospital bed watching a tablet. There was a smashed cup in the middle of the room.
Xia Qingshu glanced at the two of them. Both of them looked unhappy and didn't seem to want to communicate. He picked up the broom and swept away the broken cup.
After sweeping up the broken glass, Xia Qingshu discovered that He Chen's eyes were red.
He Chen stood alone for a long time, angrily grabbed the apple on the table and rushed into the bathroom.
After washing the apples, he picked up a fruit knife and sat on the sofa to peel them.
He Chen was very unskilled in peeling the apple, and he didn't stare at the apple, but stared at Chen Zhiyu, and his hands were very heavy.
There were several times when Xia Qingshu was worried that he would chop off his fingers.
With He Chen's skillful knife skills, the apple skin was peeled off and not much flesh was left.
After peeling the apple, He Chen forced the peeled apple into Xia Qingshu's hand and said, "Eat the apple."
Chen Zhiyu was lying on the hospital bed. He raised his hand and grabbed a loquat from the loquat basket on the bedside table. He wiped it clean with a disinfectant wet wipe, peeled it, and handed it to Xia Qingshu, "Eat loquat."
The looks in their eyes were very hot, like a 105-degree fire stick that would smoke and crackle if you poured some water on it. They were very hardcore.
It seems like he will like whoever's fruit he eats from.
Are you two elementary school students?
childish!
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