bioinnovel Chapter 207 A Quiet Day
Chapter 207 A Quiet Day
The next day, Saturday.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, falling on a small patch of the floor.
Xiao Yunqing stood at Song Huan's door, holding a math test paper in her hand, and knocked three times.
The door opened.
Song Huan stood at the door, wearing a gray home T-shirt, her hair sticking up and not being styled much.
Xiao Yunqing waited for him to say something.
They complain that she arrives too early, or that she doesn't let them have a peaceful weekend.
Song Huan didn't say anything, glanced at her, turned around, and walked back.
Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.
I don't know why, but if he doesn't say something to me, I always feel like something's missing.
She changed her shoes, hugged the test paper to her arms, and followed them inside.
Song Huan sat on the sofa, half of his face was swollen.
It's not the kind of slight swelling, it's obvious, bulging, swelling all the way from the cheekbone to the chin.
Xiao Yunqing stood in front of the coffee table, looking at him. "What happened to you? Did you get beaten up yesterday for petty theft?"
Her sharp tongue was still as biting as ever, but her gaze had changed.
She placed the test paper on the coffee table, bent down, and tilted her head to look at the swollen side of his face.
Song Huan gave a wry smile, touched her face, and unconsciously flinched when her fingers touched the swollen area.
"My wisdom tooth is inflamed."
Song Huan felt depressed.
"Wisdom teeth?" Xiao Yunqing was taken aback. "You've already grown wisdom teeth? I haven't grown any yet."
Then she complained, "It must be because you did something bad yesterday, and God couldn't stand it anymore and punished you."
The meaning of "doing bad things" was self-evident, and Song Huan gave a wry smile.
Despite her complaints, Xiao Yunqing stood up, turned around and went into the kitchen. She took a cup from the cabinet, filled it with warm water, and placed it in front of Song Huan.
Song Huan glanced at the glass of water, shook her head, and spoke in a muffled voice, as if she had something in her mouth.
"It hurts even when I drink water."
Xiao Yunqing frowned. "Have you had breakfast?"
Song Huan shook her head again.
My teeth started hurting after I came back from watching a movie last night.
I tossed and turned in pain in the middle of the night, and my pillow was soaked with tears.
When he was brushing his teeth in the morning, the toothbrush hit that tooth and it hurt so much that he almost jumped up.
Xiao Yunqing pushed the cup towards him, "Then I'll go downstairs and buy it for you. What do you want to eat? Millet porridge? Sesame paste? Black rice porridge?"
Song Huan didn't have much of an appetite when she heard those names. "I want two tea eggs and two meat buns."
Xiao Yunqing glared at him. "Can you even eat anything right now?"
Song Huan leaned back on the sofa and said weakly, "I have no appetite for what you're talking about."
Xiao Yunqing looked at his haggard face.
My eyelids are a little swollen, there's a bluish-gray tinge under my eyes, and my lips are dry.
She picked up the keys from the coffee table, turned around, and left.
She walked quickly, her ponytail swinging behind her.
The door closed.
When Xiao Yunqing returned, she was carrying two bags.
Song Huan sat up from the sofa and reached out to take it.
Xiao Yunqing pulled the bag back.
"You wait, if you keep eating like this, it'll hurt like hell later."
She went into the kitchen and took out two bowls and a spoon from the cupboard.
He took the tea eggs out of the bag, placed them on the table, and carefully peeled them with his head down.
The eggshells were peeled off piece by piece and landed on the table.
The egg white was exposed, white and steaming.
She separated the egg whites and yolks, putting the egg whites in one bowl and the yolks in another.
Pick up a spoon and flatten the egg white, pressing it down little by little until it becomes a paste.
Flatten the egg yolks and crush them into fine crumbs.
Both bowls contained finely chopped pieces that could be swallowed directly without chewing.
She came out with a bowl in her hand and sat down next to Song Huan.
She scooped up a spoonful of egg white puree and brought it to his mouth. "Here, I'll feed you."
Song Huan was stunned for a moment, looking at her and then at the spoonful of egg white puree in her hand.
He carefully opened his mouth and swallowed.
It was swallowed whole without chewing.
He frowned slightly as he swallowed, waiting for the pain.
But in the end, it didn't hurt at all.
Xiao Yunqing looked at him and only breathed a sigh of relief after he swallowed it.
I scooped up another spoonful and handed it over.
Song Huan swallowed again.
She fed him slowly, spoonful by spoonful, and he ate very slowly.
A math test paper lay spread out on the coffee table, untouched.
After finishing breakfast, Xiao Yunqing cleared away the bowls, wiped the table, sat down, pulled the test paper in front of her, and picked up her pen to start writing.
Song Huan leaned back on the sofa, watching her work out calculations on the draft paper.
When she got to the third multiple-choice question, she stopped writing and frowned.
Song Huan stretched out her hand and pointed to a line of words on the test paper.
She looked down, paused for a moment, crossed out that option, and chose another one.
Then continue writing.
When she got to the big questions, she bit the pen cap, stared at the questions for a while, and then pushed the paper towards Song Huan.
Song Huan picked up a pen and started writing quickly on the draft paper.
The solution process is clearly written out step by step, with the analysis written on the side and arrows pointing to it.
After finishing writing, push the draft paper back.
Xiao Yunqing took it, read it carefully, nodded, and continued writing.
At noon, Xiao Yunqing went into the kitchen.
Song Huan heard the sounds of the faucet, chopping vegetables, and the pot lid hitting the edge of the pot.
Not long after, she came out carrying a bowl of porridge.
The egg porridge was golden yellow, thick, and steaming hot.
She placed the bowl on the coffee table, blew on it, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Song Huan's lips.
Song Huan swallowed it.
She fed him spoonful by spoonful, and he ate bite by bite.
When he had fed her half a bowl, she also filled a bowl for herself, sat down next to him, and ate in small bites.
The two sat side by side, each holding a bowl of porridge, and neither of them spoke.
After finishing her meal, Xiao Yunqing put away her bowl, sat back down, and continued writing her exam paper.
Song Huan leaned back on the sofa with her eyes closed.
After a while, she opened her eyes, glanced at her draft paper, and reached out to tap on it.
She looked down and corrected it.
After writing for a while longer, she turned to the last page of the paper, glanced at it, and pushed it away.
Song Huan picked up a pen and started writing on the draft paper.
He wrote half a page and pushed it back.
She looked at it carefully, reading it word by word. After she finished reading, she folded the draft paper and put it inside the exam paper.
Another day has passed.
The sunlight moved from one end of the curtains to the other, from the floor to the wall, and then away from the wall.
The living room darkened, and the lights were off.
Song Huan leaned back on the sofa, and Xiao Yunqing sat next to him, with a cushion between them.
The test paper was finished and spread out on the coffee table, with the draft paper stacked next to it.
Neither of them spoke.
The two people, who usually bicker, argue, and fight whenever they meet, barely exchanged a few words all day.
Xiao Yunqing stood up, put the test paper away, stuffed it into her schoolbag, and zipped it up.
I stood in front of the coffee table and looked at him.
"Does it still hurt?"
Song Huan touched her face. "It hurts quite a bit."
She nodded and turned to walk towards the door.
I changed my shoes and opened the door.
He paused for a moment, without turning around, and said, "Do you like preserved egg congee? I'll bring you some tomorrow."
"I don't like it. The preserved egg congee sold outside is not good."
"I cooked it for you myself!"
"Oh, then you can take it."
The door closed.
The footsteps echoed a few times in the hallway before fading into the distance.
Song Huan leaned back on the sofa. It was getting dark outside the window, the streetlights were not yet on, and the room was dim.
He touched his face; the swelling hadn't gone down, but it didn't seem to hurt as much anymore.
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