"You already have a cold and fever. Why don't you blow your hair after taking a bath? Has your fever gone down?"

Qiuxin held the table and sat down: "I think the fever should be reduced. Thank you for your care. Just blow your hair later."

Liu Xingyun disagreed: "I'll get you a thermometer. Where's the hair dryer? You can really catch a cold in summer."

Qiu Xin tastelessly drank porridge: "the hair dryer is in the bedside table. I'll come by myself later. Don't bother."

Is this hair blowing or something too intimate?

"It's all right. You're a patient. I'll take good care of you at this time."

Liu Xingyun stood up and went to Qiuxin's room to get a hair dryer. He just caught up with Feng Yuan's phone.

"Qiuxin, aunt called you?"

"Oh, can you take out my cell phone?"

"Hello..."

"Xinxin, did you see the message I sent you this morning?" Feng Yuan's cheerful voice came over the phone, and Qiu Xin was stunned: "not yet. I just got up last night and didn't have time to look at my mobile phone. What's the matter?"

"Is that so? I just called you to tell you that Lu Qing and I still have the heart to travel together. It is estimated that we will go for about a week. You can take good care of yourself at home."

"So?" Qiu Xin's eyes drooped and his face was stained with a layer of loss. His tone was as usual: "is there enough money in your hand? I'll turn it around for you?"

"No, mom has a pension. It's not enough to talk to you. Besides, there's Lao Cheng. There's really nothing to spend." Feng Yuan looked at Cheng Yuanhang around him and his tone was full of joy.

"OK, you should have fun outside and take good care of yourself. Don't forget to wear sunscreen in this summer." Qiu Xin told Feng Yuan to hide his loss.

Liu Xingyun leaned against the bedroom door and looked at Qiu Xin. He was obviously lost and sad. However, he spoke to Feng Yuan in a relaxed tone. He just felt sour in his heart.

After hanging up the phone, Qiu Xin looked at the mobile phone screen, his eyes clearly extinguished, transferred a sum of money to Feng Yuan, and then bowed his head again. Originally, she thought that Feng Yuan would be accompanied when she came back, but Feng Yuan was so happy to travel. Could she be so selfish that Feng Yuan didn't go?

Just feel sad and lost in my heart. Can this low mood be magnified infinitely when people are ill?

She sucked her nose and wiped the tears off her face. She is not the kind of person who can't take care of herself without her parents.

Isn't it just a person? She'll be fine, too!

"Eat quickly. If you don't eat porridge, it will be cold." Liu Xingyun opened his mouth in time. Qiu Xin bowed his head, um, and felt that the porridge had no taste at all.

"Thank you. I'm almost ready. Why don't you go and help yourself?"

Has the final say that the temperature is the first thing to do. "It's not your final rule, but the thermometer has the final say." Liu Xingyun handed over a thermometer, so that he could have his heart pinched under his armpit.

"Aunt wants to travel. Then you can only take care of yourself this week. Can you do it alone?"

"You have a fever and fall. Why did everything come together?"

"It doesn't matter. When I wake up, I feel I'm fine now. I've lived alone for so many years before. It doesn't make sense. I can't do it now."

Unwilling to let others see their vulnerability, Qiuxin looked up with a gentle smile. As you know, a person's greatest accomplishment is to try not to give others trouble.

Besides, she and Liu Xingyun are just nodding friends. It's very troublesome for people to take care of you last night and in the morning. It's best not to add trouble to others.

Liu Xingyun sighed. Now he can see that Qiuxin is trying to be strong in her mouth. In fact, she doesn't know how fragile she is. Is it true that he didn't see her tears?

But some words are hard for him to say. After all, he is a friend. If he is not familiar with that, he will be offended.

"Let me see the thermometer. It's thirty-seven degrees six. It's still a little burned. Why don't you lie down after eating?"

"Don't sleep, thank you today." he stood up and put away the dishes and chopsticks, but Liu Xingyun took over: "I'll come. You blow your hair first. It's not good if your hair is always wet."

"That's trouble, thank you!"

Qiu Xin held the table and coldly Liu Xingyun approached her: "from yesterday to today, you have said thank you to me more than ten times. Aren't we friends? Should friends help each other so polite?"

Qiu Xin was not wary of Liu Xingyun's sudden approach. She widened her eyes and looked at her face close at hand. Her cheeks suddenly burst red and stumbling said, "then I won't say thank you?"

"That's right. If I get sick, what's inconvenient? Will you take care of me like this, Qiu Xin?"

After seeing Qiuxin nodding, Liu Xingyun continued: "so Qiuxin shouldn't be so polite to me. I'm investing for me in the future. I think Qiuxin can take care of me if I'm uncomfortable in the future."

The loss in my heart was driven away by Liu Xingyun's words. Qiu Xin smiled and said, "how can I hope I'm uncomfortable? Then I won't be polite to you. Please help me wash the dishes."

"Yes, you should say it so openly. If you don't say it, others don't know what you think, do you?"

Liu Xingyun made a pun. Seeing Qiuxin bow his head and meditate, he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. In other words, Qiuxin's character has changed a little. She used to look like a strong woman. Now, after a few hours of contact, Liu Xingyun found that it was not like this.

Now the autumn heart is too delicate, not that it was not delicate before, but that the two kinds of delicacy are quite different. The previous Qiuxin focused more on the overall situation and didn't pay attention to many small details.

And she won't think much and say what she has. If others make her unhappy, she won't make others feel better. But now Qiuxin is different. She would rather be wronged than make others feel uncomfortable.

In fact, this is a disadvantage. Many people think that such a character is too soft. If you meet someone who doesn't care about her happiness, I don't know what she will be bullied like in the future.

Leaving aside the idea in his mind, Liu Xingyun sighed that he really wanted more. This is Qiuxin's life. What does it have to do with him?

After cleaning up the kitchen, I saw Qiuxin blowing her hair with a hair dryer, and her waist long hair flying at her fingertips. I couldn't hear anything else except the sound of the hair dryer in the living room.