Falling Heart

Chapter 92 You Can't Live Without Him?
Shen Qing was woken up by Li Xin to have lunch, and when she sat up, her head was no longer dizzy.

She shook her head a few times in amazement, she was very refreshed, a detachment in which even distracting thoughts were cleared away.

The old Chinese medicine doctor Xie Mingchao found is quite effective. Western medicine will not relieve the fever for a while, but Chinese medicine will go away after sleeping.

Li Xin took her temperature and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's back to 37, it seems that taking medicine is still working."

Shen Qing didn't dare to mention Xie Mingchao's visit, if Li Xin knew that he not only came, but also stewed medicine to feed her himself, he might be so angry that he would demolish Xie Mingchao's house.

"Aunt Xin, I can go back to class in the afternoon."

Shen Qing sipped Li Xin's fine and slow-cooked porridge, and tentatively mentioned something.

She really wanted to thank him in person, even though it would be the same tomorrow, but she just wanted to see Xie Mingchao immediately.

Shen Qing had been dreaming of his posture when he lowered his eyes and fed her since he fell asleep after drinking the medicine. His usual indifference was gone, his brows and eyes were loose and casual, and she could even clearly feel the gentleness in his movements.

When she woke up, her heart was still beating violently. She seriously suspected that the palpitations were the sequelae of the traditional Chinese medicine.

But Xie Mingchao's face, it was really hard for her to look away.

Shen Qing thinks that she is not Xie Mingchao's girlfriend fan and mother fan, but she is a real beauty fan.

I really want to take a sip to see if it is as soft as cream ice cream.

"Qingqing?" Li Xin's soft call pulled her back from her thoughts, "What are you thinking, my saliva is about to flow out."

"what……"

She wiped the corners of her mouth and it was clean. There was no grain of rice, let alone saliva.

Shen Qing realized that she was cheated, put down her chopsticks, and stared at her slightly annoyed: "Aunt Xin, you lied to me?"

Li Xin covered her mouth and snickered: "Are you really fantasizing about something?"

Shen Qing retorted palely: "No."

"Eating what's in the bowl and still thinking about what's in the pot?" Li Xin was stunned, "I think lunch is too light and I'm thinking about big fish and meat? I'll make you a big meal tomorrow, so let me feel wronged today."

Unexpectedly, Li Xin had found a reason for herself, and Shen Qing responded: "Then I want to eat Sichuan food."

"That won't work. It needs a transition, and you can't directly go from light to heavy."

Under Li Xin's strong request, Shen Qing could only spend the afternoon in her room.

She simply continued to draw comics, and now their works have reached the top, and many readers hope to hold an offline sales meeting.

Social horror people trembled with horror at the thought of the black crowd at the table.

What's more, if readers find out that they are a group of high school students, they will collectively lose their fans.

Shen Qing has been in a state of sleeping and waking repeatedly all morning, and now she is very energetic, drawing a chapter in one breath.

When handing over the manuscript to Gong Xiaoxiao, she asked in surprise, "Why are you so diligent today? You don't know how to bring your tablet to school, do you?"

"I had a fever and asked for leave at home, and I drew when I had nothing to do."

"Qingqing, your body is important, there is no need to be so dedicated." Gong Xiaoxiao felt guilty, "It was because I pushed you too hard before and didn't care about your body."

"It's okay, the fever subsided in the morning, and the medicine Xie Mingchao stewed is quite useful."

Gong Xiaoxiao caught the key words, with a faint smile but not a smile: "Yo, Xie Mingchao Xie Mingchao is on her lips every day, you can't live without him, can you?"

Shen Qing realized that she kept mentioning him all the time, she paused for a few seconds, and asked hesitantly: "Did you really keep saying his name?"

"Do you want me to count for you?" Gong Xiaoxiao dug out her little notebook, "Since you knew him, you have mentioned his name 82 times, and the frequency of mentioning is getting higher and higher."

Shen Qing's voice weakened: "It's not to the point of saying it every day, it doesn't seem to be too much, right?"

Gong Xiaoxiao snorted coldly: "Hmph, after all, we were with you every day during the winter vacation, so I didn't hear you mention him. Once you leave City A, you have to say it every day and a half on average."

Shen Qing pulled her hair, and said in a tangled voice: "Maybe it's because he is the only contact I have here, and I don't have anyone else to talk to besides him, right?"

Gong Xiaoxiao felt that her words were reasonable again, and nodded in agreement: "That's true."

Shen Qing vowed: "It must be that what happened to me happens to be related to him, so he often appears on my lips."

"You can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself," Gong Xiaoxiao didn't believe her words, and as a bystander, she could see more clearly than the authorities, "Qingqing, have you ever thought about why he is always here?"

Shen Qing didn't know why, "Because he is my deskmate."

Gong Xiaoxiao choked, her answer was indeed the truth.

Forget it, apart from being talented in painting, her Qingqing knows nothing about learning and relationships, so let her find out by herself.

I found that Xie Mingchao was different from her and Chen Qian.

Gong Xiaoxiao sighed, but Xie Mingchao's origin was unknown, she checked the background, and it was suspiciously too clean.

Such backgrounds often involve unspeakable characters.

The more she looked at Xie Mingchao's face, the more familiar it became. She seemed to have seen his eyebrows somewhere, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember it.

"Miss, does this person still need to investigate?"

The housekeeper handed over Xie Mingchao's information, no matter how many times he checked it, the introduction was still exactly the same.

Gong Xiaoxiao pressed the center of her eyebrows with a headache, "Go ahead, check all the people with the surname Xie in Kyoto to see if there is any connection."

The housekeeper wondered: "This kind of project is a lot of work, and it will take a long time."

"Just check it out."

*
October is the [-]th anniversary of the founding of Yunhe No. [-] Middle School, and the school leaders released a list of activities for the school celebration.Each class in senior one and senior two needs to prepare performances, and the types are not limited.

As soon as Zhang Jianshan announced the news, class nine exploded.

"Why don't seniors use it?"

"Probably because of the academic stress of the college entrance examination, the school doesn't want them to be affected?"

"Then what is our class performing? How about the chorus?"

"Don't make your voice scary. I'm afraid that the leaders in the audience will suffer hearing loss."

"Chorus is not solo!"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it," Zhang Jianshan knocked on the podium, and the audience immediately fell silent, "How about this, each of you write down the type of performance on a note, and then the monitor will sum up the three highest ones, Let’s do a lottery.”

Shen Qing was particularly interested in this kind of large-scale event, so he encouraged Xie Mingchao who was on the side: "You wrote the same as me?"

Zhang Jianshan introduced eloquently on the stage, Xie Mingchao was in a flat mood and kept writing questions, and only raised his eyes when he heard her words. "What do you want to write?"

"A drama."

He tore off the draft paper, wrote two words and handed it to her, and commented by the way: "This topic has a high probability of being selected."

Shen Qing's eyes were full of longing: "That's great, if I choose to act in a play, then I want to watch "Romeo and Juliet"!"

He was slightly startled, "I thought you would like HE."

"From the perspective of the ending of the relationship between the two, it is indeed a tragedy, but from the perspective of their family, it is a happy ending."

"You see it very clearly. It's justifiable to write a full-score composition."

As soon as Shen Qing was praised, she became proud, "It is said that as long as you read those few novels, you can comprehend them! By the way, how did you read the book I lent you?"

　It's three o'clock today. I originally had 555 in the draft two days ago, but I didn't feel well and went to the hospital for a day. It's fine.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)