(1)
After eating, Yang Ren's body temperature gradually increased, and he knew without a thermometer that he must have a fever. Xu Yao was anxious and complained that he just ran barefoot all over the ground to make his condition worse. Yang Ren explained that it was because the wound after the tooth extraction had inflammation, which was not bad for himself.
Xu Yao was too lazy to care about him and helped him to lie down on the bed. He touched his stomach and said he couldn't sleep just because he was full. Xu Yao pretended not to hear him, pushed him to lie down, and pressed the two quilts on top of him.
"Take the medicine." Xu Yao knelt beside the bed, took out a medicine box from under the bed, gave the specific name of the medicine, and let Yang Ren rummage.
Yang Ren really didn't have the strength. He stretched out his hand and scratched for a long time but couldn't find it. Xu Yao felt distressed and said, "Or I'll go to your mother for help."
"No need." Yang Ren continued to search, not wanting his stepmother to think that Xu Yao couldn't take care of herself, but fortunately he found the medicine very quickly. When he was shaking hands and pouring out the pills, Xu Yao's water had already reached his mouth. .
The sun slowly moved closer to the window, drying out a golden color on the quilt. Yang Ren lay down on the bed, feeling dazzling and moving around, causing Xu Shan, who had been sitting beside the bed, to be puzzled.
"What's wrong?"
"The sun is dazzling."
Xu Yao patted him on the back, got up and walked slowly to the window, pulling the curtains. The heavy curtains blocked all the light, and the room turned grey all of a sudden. Yang Ren looked at the environment and thought about it. Is this what the world looks like in the eyes of my son? I will think again, in such an environment, did the white in front of Xu Yao turn into black
(2)
It is said that people who are sick are fragile and like to think wildly. Yang Ren always feels that he is different from those people, but only when he is ill does he know that no one is still in a cheerful mood. After all, they were the two most important men to him in this life, but they couldn't see the same world as him because of eye problems.
Xu Yao didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that he was quiet and motionless, he knew that the effect of the medicine was coming. He had to know Yang Ren's state at any time, so his hand stayed on him.
"Xu Yao." Yang Ren said suddenly, his voice faint.
Xu Yao couldn't hear it, and didn't feel the movement through the hand resting on him.
"Xu Yao." Yang Ren couldn't help but move, which made him realize.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Xu Yao hurriedly asked him, then put his hand on his hot lips.
"In my heart," Yang Ren said, "you accompany me."
Xu Yao grinned, expressing helplessness, and said, "Aren't I here to accompany you?"
Yang Ren didn't speak anymore, his throat tightened, so he pressed down the pharyngitis and spit. Xu Yao couldn't hear his response, so he touched his expression, trying to know Yang Ren's mood at the moment with his hands.
It's hard.
(3)
Eighty percent of people receive information by sight, but how much is tactile? Xu Yao no longer insisted, took off the hearing aid, lifted the quilt and lay beside Yang Ren. If you want to know his state, you can only hug him tightly.
Yang Ren struggled slightly, and Xu Yao put his finger on his lips tacitly, "hearing" him say, "I'm sick, and it will infect you."
Xu Yao still hugged him tightly and said, "Colds are contagious, but fevers are not."
Yang Ren knew that Xu Yao's medical knowledge was excellent, so he felt relieved and greedily enjoyed this warm embrace, as if his body was not as uncomfortable as before, and fell asleep unconsciously.
I don't know if it's because of the efficacy of the medicine, or if I was sick and my body was weak, I slept until the afternoon.
Yang Ren didn't know the time when he woke up, he just felt sweaty, but Xu Yao still hugged him tightly.
He saw that Xu Yao's hair was wet with sweat, and his entire face was red, which must be uncomfortably hot. He felt hot when he was ill and covering his sweat, let alone a person who was not sick.
When he picked up the mobile phone next to the pillow to check the time, Xu Yao knew that he was awake through the movement.
Yang Ren looked at his watch, it didn't matter, it was already two thirty in the afternoon.
(4)
"You've been lying like this with me?" Yang Ren suddenly became excited. One of his patients was dizzy, but Xu Yao was very awake. He just held himself like a stove and didn't move for six or seven hours.
Xu Yao nodded and wanted to pull out the arm that he had been pressing for so long, but he tried hard, but he didn't pull it out. Yang Ren quickly lifted his body and pushed his arm out, he must have been numb and lost consciousness. He rubbed him distressedly, but after rubbing a few times, Xu Yao held his hand and asked, "Are you still uncomfortable?"
Yang Ren sniffed and said, "The fever is gone, but my nose is a little runny."
"That's fine." Xu Yao touched Yang Ren's forehead and seemed to be sure.
"Aren't you hungry?" Yang Ren asked him, but Xu Yao didn't answer, but asked, "Are you hungry? I'll cook for you. If you're hungry, it means you're cured."
He carefully lifted the corner of the quilt and sat up, reaching out to touch the hearing aid on the table. When he put it on his ear, he found that the ear was too wet and full of sweat. in the box.
His "keep calm" was actually noticed by Yang Ren, and he also saw that Xu Yao's clothes were tightly attached to his body due to sweat, which outlined the lines of his body.
When Yang Ren was about to say something, but didn't know how to make him hear it, Xu Yao suddenly turned around and told him: "You must not lift the quilt now, even if it is hot, you know? Otherwise, you will have gray hair. sweaty."