Chapter 65: Tremella and Snow Pear Soup Filled with Love

Yu Qinghuan's cold was menacing and had not relieved for a long time. After more than a week, his condition had basically took a turn for the better. He coughed occasionally, so Yu Xin took monk fruit with him all the time to make tea for Qinghuan from time to time.

The roadshow of The Line of Life and Death had lasted for half a month. Today's stop was their last destination. After dinner, all of them could return their own home.

The whole film crew revealed the expression of relief at the thought that they no longer had to get up so early, go to sleep so late and work so hard.

Even Liu Jia'an, whose style had always been rigid, touched his bare forehead and smiled for the first time, "I thank all of you! I'll hand out red envelopes in our chat group later!" After a pause, he deliberately stressed, "Big red envelopes!"

In fact, the director also wanted to win a good omen. Tomorrow would be the releasing day of The Line of Life and Death. Liu Jia'an wanted to get a good start in advance.

When the film crew heard about the red envelopes, they immediately became active. The silent chat group was instantly swept by all kinds of emoji such as rubbing hands. There was even some staffs ridicule Liu Jia'an:

[Don't wait, Director Liu, send it now!]

[Yes! Send it now! Send it now!]

[I'm rubbing my hands! Director Liu, I beg you to send it immediately.]

…

After all the efforts and hardships, the film crew finally breathed a sigh of relief and were moved by the joyful atmosphere. Under the vehement commands from the crowds, Liu Jia'an took out his cell phone, "OK! Then I'll send it now!"

Deafening cheers immediately rang out from the box. Everyone lit up the mobile phone screen, held their breath and waited for Liu Jia'an's red envelopes.

Liu Jia'an did not engage in gimmicks, either. His fingers moved quickly on his mobile phone and handed out more than a dozen red envelopes, blurring everyone's eyes in front of the screen.

"What are you thinking?" While opening a red envelope, Zhao Qingyuan did not forget to pay attention to Yu Qinghuan. Seeing Qinghuan didn't move his finger at all, he elbowed him, "Snatch it! Come on! Otherwise, you are gonna miss the big ones later."

"I know." Yu Qinghuan reluctantly put down his durian crisp and slowly began from the first red envelope.

The number of red envelopes set by Liu Jia'an was exactly the number of people in the film crew, so there was no situation that the red envelopes would be not enough. With the movements of Yu Qinghuan's inching fingers, the amount of money of red envelopes got by him revealed one by one.

The amount of money he got from the red envelopes was all 199, 190, 195… no less than 190!

Yu Qinghuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and felt that Heaven was joking with him again. Clearly, he had intentionally delayed his movements, how could he still grab those biggest ones! Was he too lucky or were the rest of the film crew so unlucky?!

While thinking of that, he felt a chill from the back ridge. He looked up and saw all the film crew members staring at him angrily.

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Being stared at by dozens of pairs of unfriendly eyes, he felt under great pressure. Yu Qinghuan forced a smile. As soon as he wanted to speak, Zhao Qingyuan's hands put on his shoulder. He wore a sad look, "Qinghuan, could you please leave those red envelopes alone? Have some mercy on us!"

The rest of the film crew members took so much pain for the 'speed competition', but each of them got less than 5 Yuan altogether for opening a dozen of red envelopes. What the feeling was that?!

Although Yu Qinghuan was his good friend, at this moment, Zhao Qingyuan also felt annoyed.

Perhaps the resentment against Yu Qinghuan was too strong. For the first time, several film crew members forgot Zhao Qingyuan's identity and said in a collapsed way, "Qingyuan, you still got a few yuan! We only snatched a few cents!"

Zhao Qingyuan, "…"

So, are they trying to say I am already lucky enough?

Under the strong protest of the film crew members, Yu Qinghuan was mercilessly kicked out of the chat group.

It was really strange that the amount of money contained in the following red envelopes had never been so unevenly. This made Liu Jia'an drop his jaws. In the end, he used the director's privilege shamelessly and changed seats with the person beside Yu Qinghuan, saying euphemistically: The movie would be shown soon, I need some luck.

"Qinghuan, look at me!" Just when Yu Qinghuan was unable to laugh or cry, Zhao Qingyuan suddenly called him. At the moment when Qinghuan turned his head, Zhao Qingyuan took a photo of him. Zhao bowed his head and edited the photo happily while saying, "I'm going to send the photo of 'koi' on Weibo, hoping a good result for the premiere of The Line of Life and Death!"

He typed so fast that before Yu Qinghuan had time to stop him, he already sent it out.

Zhao Qingyuan V: Look at this evil beast!!! There were 20 of us in the chat group waiting for the red envelopes! And there was a dozen! But he got more than 190 Yuan each time! [Goodbye] I want to expose him and got some luck from him [Picture].

Zhao Qingyuan just meant to make a joke on Yu Qinghuan, but when his Weibo was sent out, Liu Jia'an immediately forwarded it, and then everyone on spot did the same thing.

The netizens with the heart of gossip were shocked off their chins. Yu Qinghuan's good luck let everyone feel jealous and even made him regarded as a mascot by everyone!

Netizens all wanted to get some good luck from him.

"I'll forward it! To get some luck!"

"Hahahaha, our little koi is indeed the god's beloved son, so forward it to get good luck."

"To tell the truth… If you hadn't reminded me, I'd forgotten what Yu Qinghuan's real name was. In my heart, he only had one name: Koi!"

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With this interlude, the sadness of parting among the film crew immediately dissipated.

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Although there were still a half-month's publicity arrangements for The Line of Life and Death after its release, these activities were basically only attended by Zhao Qingyuan and Wang Chengcheng, and no one else was needed.

Liu Jia'an started his career as a soldier. His character was tough and upright. He usually managed the film crew very strictly. Therefore, there were few such messy things in his film crew.

After living and working together for such a long time, those film crew members had grown bonds with each other. Many people's eyes went red at the thought it may be difficult for them to meet again.

The dinner was scheduled to end at 9 p.m., but everyone subconsciously wanted to postpone the time of departure, so the party ended until early the next morning, and everyone returned hotel after that.

Yu Qinghuan had already told Huo Qu the date of his return and his flight information, giving Huo Qu an approximate time to get home.

The thought of seeing Huo Qu excited his heart unconsciously.

He hadn't seen Huo Qu for half a month, because the roadshow schedule was tight. He could only rely on messages and limited calls to contact Huo Qu each day, but this was far from satisfying men in love.

How he wished to see his Huo Qu immediately!

He rolled round and round on the bed with the quilt in his arms, only to feel that every minute and second was like suffering. He tossed and turned all night, and finally failed to fall asleep.

When he went to the airport the next day, he yawned repeatedly, making Yu Xin think he was going to catch a cold again. Yu Xin was so scared that he took out a padded jacket and insisted that Yu Qinghuan put it on.

Yu Qinghuan would take the morning plane and landed in the afternoon. After boarding the plane, he sent a message to Huo Qu before shutting down the phone.

Huo Qu, who had been staring at his cell phone, was so excited when he saw the message. He read and reread Yu Qinghuan's words like treasure, and suddenly started to run to Huo Rong's room.

"Brother, please take me to the airport later."

"Oh, absence makes the lover's heart grow fonder." Huo Rong's eyes fell on his little brother's deep dimple, he could not help but stretch out a hand and rubbed his hair, "What do you want to take to meet Yu Qinghuan?"

Huo Qu looked at him doubtfully, what does he mean?

His younger brother was not enlightened in that matter. Huo Rong could only guide him slowly. "Usually when you pick up someone from the airport, you should bring something for that person, such as food, flowers, etc."

Huo Qu tried hard to digest his words, and his hands unconsciously rubbed on his trouser pocket, suddenly his eyes brightened!

He knew! He would bring Qinghuan Tremella and Snow Pear Soup!

Last time he went to the hospital, the old doctor in the outpatient department told him that this soup could relieve cough.

After he came back, he not only told Yu Qinghuan what he had learned, but also wrote it down in his notebook. He planned to wait for Yu Qinghuan to come back and pull him to read it again.

Why didn't he think of making the soup and bring it to Qinghuan?!

Huo Qu knocked on his temple in distress. Under Huo Rong's shocked eyes, he suddenly ran down the stairs like a whirlwind, and rushed into the kitchen like a little calf.

Mrs. Huo was discussing the lunch menu with the chef and was startled by his son. She stopped him and asked, "What are you doing here, Qu'er?"

Looking at her little son's anxious appearance, she had kind of bad feeling creep in her mind.

Was her son doing some kind of strange research again?

Recalling that Huo Qu's experiment at home last time nearly blew up the whole living room last time, Mrs. Huo clearly felt her heart skip a beat.

"I'm going to make Tremella and Snow Pear Soup for Qinghuan." Huo Qu looked at the pots and pans on the cooking table with his eyes beaming and said without looking back.

All right, fortunately it was just a soup. Mrs. Huo breathed a long sigh of relief, and she immediately felt eased, even ignoring Huo Qu's purpose of cooking the soup.

However, there was another important thing to confirm with her little son.

Mrs. Huo coughed and tried to ask him, "Do you mean you wanna cook it yourself?"

A person who could not even use a kettle suddenly said he wanted to cook soup. Wasn't this a huge skip?

Huo Qu shook his head and said with frustration, "No, I can't". He paused and turned to the cook, "Aunt Wang, can you help me?"

This was Mrs. Huo's first time to see Huo Qu ask someone else's help with her own eyes. She was shocked to stare at him with her eyes wide open and almost thought that all this was her illusion.

It turned out that her little son had made so much progress already!

When Huo Qu was still a kid, she took him to all the top hospitals around the world. But none of them dared to define his condition. Some doctors said it was autism or scholar's syndrome, but there were always features that did not match.

Finally, they could only give a vague conclusion: It was a new branch derived from autism and scholar's syndrome.

Both the hospital and their families had tried all kinds of methods to make Huo Qu communicate with others normally, but they all ended in failure.

Mrs. Huo never thought that the situation of Huo Qu would be like this one day.

Even if she didn't want to, she had to admit that this change was all due to Yu Qinghuan.

She still could not accept the two boys being together even till today, but she was grateful to Yu Qinghuan.

"Let me," Mrs. Huo rolled up her sleeves and said to Huo Qu, "Mom will do it for you."

She would cook the soup willingly.

However, what she did not expect was that Huo Qu did not leave everything to her at all even after nodding his head as she thought. Instead, he looked at her hesitantly and then at the cook. "Can you?"

This was the first time he brought something for Qinghuan, so he wanted to make it good.

Mrs. Huo, "…"

She took a deep breath and said to herself not to dispute with this little bastard and stressed her good cooking skills in Huo Qu's ears for countless times, and finally Huo Qu nodded and handed over the important task of making soup for Yu Qinghuan to her.

Mrs. Huo snorted, rolled up her sleeves, and decided that she must show her full skill today, so that Huo Qu, who was blind to see it, could see what his mother was capable of!

Soon, however, Mrs. Huo started to regret for her decision.

Because… Huo Qu did not really let her cook, but to let her cook according to his method!

He searched a detailed menu on Weibo and insisted that she follow it. The materials she had to use could not even have 0.1 gram difference.

Huo Qu studied experimental physics, so there were many small items for him to measure weight at home. Mrs. Huo never expected that these tools would be used in her kitchen one day.

She was an impetuous person. Watching Huo Qu quibble over weighing the ingredients, she even wanted to throw the soup pot on his head, and then shouted, "I quit!"

Mrs. Huo found it more difficult to cook this soup than giving birth.

When all the materials were put into the pot, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and vowed secretly that she would never rush forward. She would push Huo Rong to the front line next time!

A few hours later, Huo Qu carried a bucket of sweet and delicious soup to the airport escorted by Huo Rong.

The airport was crowded with people and parking spaces were in shortage. As Huo Qu had become more ease staying alone during this period of time, Huo Rong just dropped him off at the gate 4 and told him not to move and waited for his brother in the same place. Then Huo Rong drove the car to find a parking space.

Seeing Huo Qu nod his head, Huo Rong, who knew his younger brother's character well, drove away without much thinking.

However, he did not expect that accidents occurred all the time. As soon as he left, Huo Qu was hit by a punk kid.

Huo Qu knew nothing about the real world and just watched the young man go away.

It was not until he wanted to take out his cell phone and call Huo Rong to ask how long it would take him to come over that he realized that his cell phone was gone.

Huo Qu did not have any knowledge of the word "stealing". He thought he lost the phone accidentally. He looked around with his eyes wide open, but instead of finding the phone, he lost himself.

Without a cell phone, he could not reach anyone.

He pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on those strangers around him, then he withdrew his eyes immediately.

He was much better than before, and was able to talk with others on his own initiative. However, both the driver and the cook were people he was familiar with.

To ask a stranger for help was an experience he had never had before.

Huo Qu pursed his lips uneasily and his clenched palms were full of sweat.

What to do? What to do?

Maybe he should just wait, wait for his second brother, who would definitely find him.

But this idea was immediately overturned by himself. He looked down at the wrist watch, Qinghuan would be back soon, he wanted to see him in the first place.

Qinghuan, Qinghuan… Huo Qu could not wait to see him…

Finally, Huo Qu took a deep breath and turned to someone nearby. He said stiffly, "Excuse me… could I use your cell phone?"

The man looked at him warily and said in a hurry, "My cell phone is dead." and then left immediately.

Huo Qu carefully summed up his own mistakes from the first failure and quickly grabbed the second person, "I'm sorry, can you lend me your mobile phone?"

He paused and looked at the heat preservation barrel, "I can exchange my soup for it."

He thought he failed because he didn't pay, so others would not lend him a hand. If he exchanged it with something, it might work.

However, to his disappointment, the second person not only rejected him, but even accused him a liar.

The third…the fourth…the fifth… he continued to suffer failures.

Huo Qu leaned against the wall behind him in frustration and dropped his head painfully.

He didn't know what was going on. Clearly, he tried to communicate with them, but couldn't get the results he wanted.

He was really a useless person, he thought… No one liked to eat the soup he brought…

Huo Rong felt the world collapsed when he didn't see Huo Qu at the door when he came back. He immediately took out his cell phone and called his brother. Unexpectedly, he found Huo Qu's phone was turned off.

What happened?

Huo Rong was so scared that he was covered in cold sweat. He immediately began to search for his brother throughout the airport and even used the airport's radio.

When Yu Qinghuan got off the plane, he was startled by the broadcast looking for Huo Qu. He called Huo Rong at once. After getting to know the wholes story, he left everything behind and threw his luggage to Yu Xin, asking him to help bring it back. Then he joined Huo Rong to go look for Huo Qu.

They searched around the airport for whole two hours. Just when Huo Rong almost revealed the incident to his father, Yu Qinghuan found Huo Qu.

Huo Qu was standing next to a circular rotating pillar which hid him from others in the airport hall, so they never saw him.

"Huo Qu!" Yu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ran towards him.

"Qinghuan!" Huo Qu's eyes lit up when he saw Qinghuan, but soon the light in his eyes dimmed and he even timidly hid the heat preservation barrel behind.

"What's the matter, Huo Qu?" Ignoring the panic of Huo Qu, Yu Qinghuan pulled the heat preservation barrel to the front forcibly, "Is this for me?"

Huo Qu shook his head, but then nodded. He hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I made Tremella and Snow Pear Soup to relieve you cough." Then he added, "It may taste bad…"

After saying that, he immediately pressed his forehead against Yu Qinghuan's shoulder like giving himself up. He said all the words buried in his heart painfully, "I'm sorry for being useless all the time. I always lost my way."

Sipping his lips, he said, "Qinghuan, you must be upset with me. I…always bring trouble to you."

"Why would I be upset?" Yu Qinghuan sighed and gently held Huo Qu's hidden hand. "I can not be happier to see you're all right."