Seeing that Qinghe hadn't gone back for so long, Chen Yu, who was at home, began to be a little anxious, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hey, where have you been?" As soon as Qinghe picked up the phone, he heard the other party look anxious.

"There is no youth league in the breakfast shop nearby, I walked around the neighborhood for a while, and now I am walking back after buying it. Qinghe weighed the Qingtuan in his hand, took out another one from it and ate it, "The ones I bought now are very delicious, I can't help but eat two." ”

"Got it, don't eat too much, or you won't be able to eat later. After Chen Yu gave a special instruction, he hung up the phone slowly.

After Qinghe returned home, a small portion of food had already been set up in the main hall, and the Qingtuan that Qinghe brought back was sent away, and the food they wanted to eat was still in the incubator.

"Qinghe is back?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Dad walked out of the room, looked at the big bag in Qinghe's hand, and couldn't help frowning, "Why do you buy so many of them, don't you like to eat them very much?"

Qinghe first took out three bags of porcelain plates and put them on the table, then turned around and took out a small bag and handed it to him, "You eat!"

Seeing that his son took the initiative to stuff something for himself to eat, how could he refuse, plus the size of this Youth League is not very big, so he opened the bag and ate it, and when he took the first bite, he was stunned like Qinghe was at that time, and then swallowed the rest of the mouthful.

"It tastes similar, right?" Qinghe hesitated for a moment and asked, "Because it's so similar, I bought all the rest of the rest!"

"Well, whether it's the combination of ingredients or the taste, it's really the same as back then!Where did you buy it, we've never seen it in all the years we've lived here!" Because the taste was so similar, he took two more out of the bag and began to eat.

"Go out and keep to the right, and you can see it two streets away...... I heard the little girl who sold the Youth League say that this is her sister who made it and sold it temporarily, if you like it, next time you go to steal some teachers, and come back to make it for us to eat. Qinghe didn't lift his eyelids, and went to the restaurant to find a vacant seat and sat down.

"I'll forget it, I don't have this kind of talent! But this kind of thing, isn't it up to my precious sons to learn and come back to honor me......" Dad sat down opposite Qinghe, waiting for his brother to make the last dish and then start the meal, while waiting, he ate two more, if he wasn't worried that he would be scolded by his brother, he would definitely eat a few more.

"I can't either...... Probably only the elder brother can do it......" Qinghe glanced at Chen Yu, who was serving the dishes, and whispered to his father.

"Well......," Dad nodded, taking out the dishes from the incubator one by one, "but everything has to be tried, and no one knows everything at first." ”

Because the family of three is all men, this festival is very boring, and the dishes are simply eaten and cooked.

"Is today's food particularly unpalatable, why do you two eat so little?" Chen Yu looked at the dishes on the table that had basically not been touched, and began to doubt himself.

"When I think of your mother, I don't have much appetite...... "Dad burped, and it didn't look like anyone with no appetite would say.

"What about Qinghe?"

"My stomach ...... It seems to be a little uncomfortable......" As soon as he finished saying this, he got up and ran to the toilet, and it didn't take long to hear the sound of him vomiting and flushing.

"How many Qingtuans have you eaten, isn't that a little hard to digest?" Chen Yu leaned against the door of the toilet and couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at Qinghe's pale face. He himself doesn't know when it started, Qinghe's food is becoming less and less, and occasionally when he eats more, there will always be the current situation, but fortunately, there are some commonly used medicines at home, which should be able to be used for emergencies later.

"......" may be because he just vomited a little uncomfortable, Qinghe didn't answer Chen Yu's question, stood up and took a glass of water and rinsed his mouth, before turning his face slightly.

"I just ate one of the Qingtuan you bought, it tastes really good, no wonder you like it so much......" Chen Yu didn't complain too much, and left to find medicine for Qinghe after standing for a while.

When he opened the drawer, there seemed to be a bag piled up in the innermost, and he didn't look closely, the stomach medicine was placed on the surface, and he took the stomach medicine and closed the drawer back.

"Could it be a dim sum made by a black workshop without a health permit?" because he is a journalist, his professional reaction suddenly occupies his entire brain, "Although it is possible to eat too much, it seems that eating unhygienic things will also have such a reaction...... But I ate it myself, and there doesn't seem to be any problem, maybe I'm thinking too much about it......" He suppressed the thought that had just come to him again, it was just nothing to do.

"Brother, I'll go back to the room first......" After taking the medicine, Qinghe drank another cup of hot water, and his face looked much better on the sofa, and now he stood up, probably wanting to go back to the room to lie down.

"Let's go......" Qinghe has been in this situation at home for the past few months, and he will go back to the room after dinner, Chen Yu is not much surprised by this, although he has been faintly uneasy, but he doesn't know that he was very depressed at that time, his appetite is reduced, he is easily tired, he has no enthusiasm, he always can't sleep at night, and the most important thing is to think about how to die all the time.

"Is Qinghe better?" When Chen Yu was busy taking care of Qinghe, his father had already cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and cleaned them. For Qinghe's affairs, their father and son have always maintained a tacit understanding, even if Qinghe suddenly asked for a period of leave a few months ago, they didn't ask a few words, to a certain extent, they were a little overprotective of Qinghe, even if Qinghe was twenty-four years old, they still spoiled him like he did when he was a child.

"I've gone back to the room!" Chen Yu sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch the current affairs news, after a long time, he saw that there was no movement in Qinghe's room, and asked in a low voice, "He suddenly asked for leave, did you get any clues?"

"It seems that the girl who worked together died in an accident, and when she fell, he saw it, and watched her die, and I was afraid that I remembered what happened at that time, so I have been sullen recently......" Dad took out a cigarette and lit it and began to smoke, "It is said that the relationship seems to be good, and he also takes good care of us at work." When he died, he was very miserable, he was taken down by a pile driver, and in the end, he didn't even find the body. Because it was a relatively major engineering accident, it was pressed down from above, and the family also agreed to choose to go private...... "My father, who is also a reporter, is still relatively good at digging up gossip, Qinghe has been delicate since he was a child, except for Chen Yu, it is rare to see such a good friend, and when something like that happens, they are not too willing to stimulate him too much, since he needs time to adjust, then they will accompany him and wait."

The conversation they had just now, although the voice was low, but it was still heard by Qinghe, he was originally going to pour another glass of water, but the door didn't open and folded back, he has been doing nothing like this for the past few months, they said partially, but not all, he has the trouble of not being able to tell anyone, secrets and anger are intertwined, constantly impacting in the body.

He wanted to say that he was in pain, but no one would appreciate his pain just by listening to his description. He lay down on the bed and slammed the bed with a black USB stick. He sometimes can't help but think that if he had learned more about the specific situation at that time, maybe she would not have died, but there is no regret medicine in this world, only endless regret and helplessness.