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His face turned red, and when he was about to speak, his backpack was taken away. As if seeing his confusion, Yan Xueyiao said calmly, "Hold it for you."

He snorted indifferently, and continued to walk forward. Yan Xuexiao left for a short while in the middle of the journey. He walked towards the departure lounge, dragging his pace more and more slowly, trying to prolong the time as much as possible.

Perhaps the parting came too suddenly, he stopped and asked calmly, "Will you come to the border town to see me?"

The air was unusually quiet, he didn't wait for an answer, and when he turned around, it fell into the young man's warm chest.

As if he thought he wanted to hug, the young man hugged him hard, wrapped around his thin waist, and a cold voice came from above his head: "Yes."

Chapter 57

It was just a hug, but his head was caught off guard against Yan Xuexiao's chest, his mind was suddenly at a loss, and his body was as stiff as his own.

He heard Yan Xueyiao ask gently like a child, "Can you take good care of yourself?"

He remembered that he nodded, and walked stiffly to the security check with the bag on his back. After the plane landed, he realized that the backpack was heavy, opened the zipper, and the empty backpack was stuffed with snacks.

It seems that he likes sweets, and there is a can of fruit candies in various flavors, cranberry jelly, strawberry cake... and a brand new white earphone.

The red-haired boy sat alone at the airport, put on his earphones and opened the cake box. Although it was the same brand of cake as before, he didn't know why, but when he tasted it, it was not as sweet as he imagined, but instead had a touch of sourness.

He doesn't like winter, but now he is looking forward to the winter vacation, because he can see Yan Xuexiao again.

*

Shen Chi took the train from Yancheng Airport to Biancheng Railway Station. He wore a wrist guard on his right hand and couldn't cook. He had to eat out for the next month. If he ate a seven-yuan lunch box, he should only use five hundred yuan.

He was thinking silently with his headphones on. When he walked out of the station, Zhuangzhou's voice sounded in front of him: "Shen Chi."

The boy took off his earphones.

"You haven't eaten yet? My parents asked you to eat at our house." Zhuangzhou said embarrassedly, "I don't know what you like to eat. You bought pork ribs and fish, all made according to Yancheng's taste."

He glanced at Zhuangzhou, but did not refuse after all, and followed Zhuangzhou to Zhuangzhou's house.

Zhuangzhou's family runs a grocery store outside the school, and the upper floor of the grocery store is the residence. Zhuang's mother said to them enthusiastically: "You are Zhouzhou's tablemate Xiaochi, your skin is really white."

Shen Chi's face was expressionless, the border city was located deep in the northwest hinterland, the wind was blowing and the sun was shining brightly, and it seemed unbelievable that his skin was pale.

Father Zhuang brought out a plate of sweet and sour fish from the kitchen: "Xiao Chi must be hungry after taking the train for three days. Don't ask him to talk at the door, let's eat quickly."

Zhuangzhou's house is not big, but it is filled with the smoke of fireworks he has never seen before, Shen Chi lowered his head and sat on the stool.

"Your brother said, you will eat at our house in the future." Zhuang's mother gave him a chopstick of fish and meat.

"my brother?"

Shen Chi raised his head.

"It's inconvenient for your brother to take care of you when you go to school in the United States." Zhuang's mother looked at his hand, "You are an underage child, and your hand is injured again. How can you eat outside all the time, it's all made of waste oil."

"Mom, don't look at Moments every day." Zhuangzhou retorted, "Where is there so much waste oil—"

However, before Zhuangzhou's words were finished, Zhuang's mother's eye knife flew over, and he could only swallow the words and go back to eat quietly.

The boy stopped the chopsticks in his hand and asked, "How much?"

"I don't want money." Zhuang's mother said immediately, afraid that the young man would not believe it, she continued, "Zhouzhou is interested in painting, but there is no good painting teacher in the small border town. Your brother introduced Yanda Academy of Fine Arts to retire. Professor, this helps us a lot, just say whatever you want."

"That's right." Dad Zhuang sighed, "No one in the border town is going the way of an art student. After talking with the professor, I feel much more at ease."

The boy didn't speak, and the air was silent for a moment. Zhuangzhou was about to explain for Shen Chi. Zhuang's mother said, "I heard your brother say that you are a good boy, just talk less, eat slowly, and don't be stressed."

Unable to say what his feelings were, Yan Xuexiao took everything into consideration for him, and Shen Chi ate silently.

After eating, he went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Dad Zhuang stopped him: "How can you let a child wash the dishes? You should study hard and prepare for the college entrance examination. The other things are adults."

When Shen Chi walked out the door, he heard Zhuang's father and Zhuang's mother coming from the door: "It's a good boy, but it's too polite."

"It's not because his own mother feels distressed that he has thin wrists. You go to the vegetable market tomorrow morning to buy some meat and make up for him."

The boy's thin body trembled imperceptibly, and he stopped for a while and continued to walk downstairs.

*

Hang Shiqi saw the suspension notice on Shen Chi's live broadcast announcement. He quickly dialed the phone to express his cordial condolences: "I see that you are suffering from tenosynovitis. It's no big deal, right?"

The young boy's cold voice came from the phone: "No."

Hang Shiqi breathed a sigh of relief and explained his intention: "Kitten Live is not an inhumane company, but the contract stipulates that the company can't do anything about it for five hours. You can't talk because you are sick, or other anchors will have opinions."