If Xia Zhiye still thought that Song Yan liked him, it might just be that Shen Jiayan thought too much, but this time the sneaker incident was basically implemented.
Otherwise, Song Yan would have no reason to suddenly give himself a pair of basketball shoes after knowing that he is very good at basketball.
It's even more unreasonable to hide the fact of sending shoes.
It's even more unreasonable to say that it was given by someone who had a crush on me when I asked about it.
No wonder you're not happy.
If I gave Song Yan a gift, but Song Yan threw it into the lost and found without even looking at it, I would definitely feel unhappy in my heart, not to mention that Song Yan is still a young master who can't stand it.
Fortunately, I discovered my mistakes in time, so I still have time to remedy them.
Xia Zhiye thought, and pushed open the door of the student union office.
The person in charge of the Lost and Found Office of the Student Office and Xia Zhiye are old acquaintances. When he saw Xia Zhiye coming in, he couldn't help teasing, "Our Brother Ye has received another good thing for us?"
Xia Zhiye was in a good mood and didn't care about him. He walked to the shelf where the lost property was placed and scanned around: "Where are the shoes that Kong Xiaoxiao sent yesterday?"
"Here." The person in charge took out a shopping bag from under the table, "What? Yours?"
"Ok."
The person in charge was speechless: "You still have someone bring it to me? Do you think it's too busy for me to sit in the student union office all day long?"
Xia Zhiye was undisciplined and confident: "I didn't know it was mine yesterday."
The person in charge didn't understand: "What do you mean?"
Xia Zhiye: "It's not interesting, someone gave it to me, but I didn't know it was from him yesterday."
"Then you know today?"
"Ok."
"So you just accept it?"
"Ok."
"Fuck, Master Xia, there's something wrong!"
The person in charge slapped his thigh excitedly.
Since he has known Xia Zhiye for so long, this is the first time he has seen Xia Zhiye accept such a gift with ambiguous intentions, drag a chair, move up to Xia Zhiye, wink and gossip: "Let me tell you, buddy, which god picked it up?" With you, the flower of Gaoling, I can go back and spread the word, so that all the girls in our class will give up their hearts."
Xia Zhiye gave him a warning look: "Don't worry about it, it hasn't been taken off yet."
"You still accept gifts without taking them off?" The person in charge looked at the scumbag's expression.
Xia Zhiye said casually, "I didn't pick him off."
"??" The person in charge's expression turned disbelieving, "No way, Master Xia, you can't even pick it off. What kind of fairy is this?"
"A human fairy with a beautiful heart, a slender waist, long legs, and a wealth of wealth."
"..."
"Are you envious?"
"envious."
"Don't be envious."
"?"
"You can buy limited-edition sneakers, but the fairies who give you limited-edition sneakers are hard to come by, so this is a predestined blessing. Envy is not envious. It's better to mourn early and see you later."
After talking, Xia Zhiye walked out of the office slowly with the pair of limited edition sneakers.
The person in charge who was severely beaten was left: "..."
If it wasn't for him not being able to fight, Xia Zhiye wouldn't be able to walk out of this door alive today.
·
Song Yan was drowsy and drowsy from sleep, his throat was tight, his mouth was so dry, he wanted to drink water, but he didn't want to move, so he subconsciously shrank into the quilt and called out habitually: "Xia Zhiye .”
However, it took a long time to hear the familiar "what's the matter, Song Daxi".
Song Yan frowned, raised his eyelids with difficulty, saw the snow-white sheets, and remembered that he was in the infirmary.
Xia Zhiye was not there, so he had to pour himself a drink if he wanted to drink.
Song Yan was suddenly a little irritable.
He propped himself up uncomfortably, and was about to get up when a glass of warm water was handed to him.
Song Yan looked up and found that it was the school doctor. Feeling disappointed, she took the cup and said in a low voice, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." The school doctor was a handsome young man, withdrew his hand, put it in the pocket of his white coat, looked at him and said with a smile, "Is that the classmate you called just now?"
Song Yan slightly raised his eyes, seemingly suspicious.
The school doctor smiled and raised his chin out of the window: "Here, that handsome guy, you have hung the water here for two hours, and he has been grinding my colleague outside for half an hour. If you continue to grind, my colleague will probably collapse. gone."
Song Yan followed his line of sight and looked over, and sure enough, outside the window, Xia Zhiye was leaning against the wall and talking lazily with a smile, while the male doctor with only a handful of hairs in front of him looked unbearable and tried to run away.
Thinking of Xia Zhiye's unconventional way, Song Yan asked, "How did he do it?"
"I didn't grind it too much, I just took a cup of hot water and stuck the cup on my forehead for two minutes, trying to pretend to have a fever and come in to quarantine with you."
"and then?"
"Then it was discovered."
"?"
"It was posted for too long, and the forehead temperature gun was swept away. It was 52.8 degrees Celsius. My colleague dialed 119 on the spot."
"..."
Xia Zhiye is a big idiot.
The school doctor smiled: "So you want him to come in?"
Song Yan moved slightly with his knuckles holding the cup.
The school doctor smiled and said: "You are a blood cross-infection caused by ordinary low immunity. The fever is only caused by the increase of white blood cells and neutrophils in the body. It is not contagious. Now that the fluid has been infused, the fever has almost subsided. You can let him picked you up."
"..."
Song Yan thought about the princess hug that Xia Zhiye sent him here today, turned his face away coldly, "No need."
School doctor: "Oh."
Then he turned and opened the door: "Student Xia, come in, Student Song said he needs you."
Song Yan: "?"
The school doctor turned around and said with a smile: "Student, duplicity is not a good habit."
Song Yan: "..."
Before he could refute, Xia Zhiye had already come to him, reached out and touched his head: "Why is it still a little hot?"
"Where is it getting better so quickly, I have to go to the hospital for another day of infusion tomorrow. If the number of white blood cells in the body repeats, you may still have a fever at night. You should pay more attention at any time." The school doctor naturally treats Xia Zhiye, a roommate, as a family member Get up.
Xia Zhiye is also very conscious of family members: "Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"
"There is nothing else, except that he is seriously underweight. Remember to let him eat more and sleep more, otherwise he will easily develop other diseases due to poor immunity."
"Okay, thank you doctor."
"It's okay, take your little deskmate away, I'm off work too." After the school doctor finished speaking, he walked into the inner room and closed the door behind him.
Xia Zhiye reached out to help Song Yan: "I'll carry you back."
"No, I can walk by myself." Song Yan was about to stand up, but he glanced at the bag in Xia Zhiye's hand from the corner of his eye, and frowned slightly, "Did you take it back?"
"Well, I went to the lost and found office to get it back."
"Didn't you say that you don't accept gifts from unknown sources?"
Song Yan tilted his head slightly, raised his eyebrows, and looked vindictive.
Xia Zhiye looked at his little expression, frowned and said with a smile: "I think you're right, it might be given by someone who secretly loves me, so I can't let him down."
Then turn around and confess to others on Christmas Eve.
Heh, scumbag.
Song Yan pushed Xia Zhiye away, snatched his mobile phone from him coldly, and walked to the infirmary room without looking back.
Xia Zhiye only thought that he was embarrassed, and followed him with a smile.
It seems that Song Yan secretly gave her sneakers for a while, so it's better not to expose it for the time being.
Otherwise, Song would be tired of the thin-skinned little tsundere, maybe he would be so ashamed that he would ignore him for several days.
And he should have taken the initiative first.
A human fairy like Song Yan, who is beautiful, kind-hearted, thin-waisted, slender-legged and wealthy, should wait proudly to be liked.
·
Song Yan's low-grade fever persisted, and he had to go to the hospital for another infusion tomorrow morning, and now it was a sensitive period, out of various considerations, Ruan Tian simply let Song Yan take a day and a half off.
As a result, when Xia Zhiye was in a good mood, his face became thick, and when his face was thick, his smiling eyes and small mouth with red lips and white teeth were very deceptive.
After a few words, Ruan Tian felt that Song Yan, this poor little girl wandering alone, would die of illness tomorrow without Xia Zhiye's company. approved.
By the time she realized something was wrong, Xia Zhiye had already swaggered back to Zaijiu Lane with Song Yan.
Song Yan was still wearing Xia Zhiye's big coat, wrapped it around his body, and asked angrily, "Why did you bring me to your house?"
Xia Zhiye zipped the zipper up for him: "I told grandma about your illness, but grandma insisted that I bring you back and said that she would make up for you."
"Why don't you tell her what to do?"
Song Yan raised his eyelids dissatisfied.
Xia Zhiye was confident: "If you are sick, don't you tell your parents who you want to tell?"
"..."
Those are your parents, not my parents, anyway, I have no parents.
Song Yan thought about it, and pulled the zipper to the top, lowered his head and buried his chin in it, as if he wanted to avoid this problem.
Looking at him like this, Xia Zhiye probably guessed what he was thinking, put his hand on his head, and rubbed it lightly: "Grandma is very worried about you, and she started making sick meals for you when she received the news at noon."
Song Yan opened his hand: "I'm not hungry."
"She's getting old, you can eat as much as you want."
"..." Song Yan really had no appetite, "just a little."
"Well, just a few hundred million points."
Say 100 million points, just 100 million points.
When Grandma Liu saw Song Yan's pale and pale face, she was so distressed that she put him on the bed, wrapped the quilt tightly, and then put the food on the small table for him, saying that she couldn't let him get down.
Song Yan looked at a pot of ribs and bamboo fungus soup in front of him, a large bowl of rotten sick porridge, and a cup of pear with rock sugar, pursed his lips and did not speak.
Grandma Liu thought he was disgusted, so she hurriedly said: "This ribs are for your nutrition. Dictyophora boosts immunity. I bought the freshest ones. The oily smell is gone, so it's not greasy. I added it to the porridge. Vegetables, shiitake mushrooms and diced ham, boiled for two hours, it is easy to digest. I heard that the rock sugar pear I heard from Ono said that your mouth is bitter, so I put more rock sugar. It is very sweet. It must not be as good as you usually eat at home, but you Let's see how thin your child has become, we won't be picky eaters, can we eat more?"
Grandma Liu spoke anxiously and worriedly.
Song Yan hugged the bowl and lowered her head: "No, it's better than what I usually eat at home."
"That's good, that's good, then eat more, do you hear me? Look at your skinny kid, with only a handful of bones left, and your face is pale and white, how distressed your parents are looking at it." "Grandma Liu was really distressed, and directly picked a large piece of rib meat and stuffed it into his bowl, "Eat more meat, don't be picky."
Little Mahjong climbed onto the bed with her small wooden bowl at some point, and sat across from Song Yan: "That's right, the kindergarten teacher said that children can't be picky eaters, so you big friends can't be picky eaters either."
As he said that, he picked up the poached egg in his own bowl and sent it tremblingly to Song Yan's bowl: "Xiao Mahjong gave my favorite poached egg to my beautiful brother. Can my beautiful brother get better sooner?"
Song Yan looked down at the heart-shaped poached egg in the bowl, and gave a faint "hmm": "Yes."
It's a very light sentence, and it doesn't seem to care much.
However, he never raised his head, as if he didn't dare to look at anyone.
Seeing him like this, Xia Zhiye understood in his heart, stretched out his long arms, and grabbed the natural Yangou little mahjong who was trying to rub against his beautiful brother, and put it in Grandma Liu's arms: "Okay, grandma, you Let's take Little Mahjong to dinner first. Song Yan is shy, and he is prone to indigestion when you look at him."
The kid seemed quite shy.
Grandma Liu said worriedly: "Then you must watch him finish eating."
"Okay, there is not a grain of rice left." Xia Zhiye nodded, "but the question is where is my dinner?"
Grandma Liu pursed her lips in disgust: "You have hands and feet, can't you make a bowl of noodles yourself?"
"... I really have a new grandson and forget the old grandson." Xia Zhiye sent Grandma Liu and Little Mahjong out angrily and amusedly, "You always walk slowly, just remember to save some noodles for me."
Closed the door, sat back on the bed, looked at Song Yan who was eating slowly, smiled, and said in a low voice, "Why, brother Yan, are you moved?"
"What bullshit are you talking about?"
Song Yan answered without hesitation.
Xia Zhiye chuckled, okay, not moved.
Xiao Tsundere said what she said.
He asked again, "Does it taste alright?"
Song Yan didn't speak, but nodded.
Xia Zhiye felt relieved: "As long as it's okay, I'll ask grandma to make it according to this taste."
"No."
"What's wrong?"
Song Yan lowered his head: "There is no need to let the old man spend money."
Even if Song Yan doesn't work hard and doesn't distinguish between grains and grains, he has seen what Grandma Liu usually eats with Little Mahjong at home.
It's nothing more than simple and simple food.
Ingredients such as ribs, bamboo fungus and ham, although not expensive, are obviously beyond their usual consumption level.
Thinking of Grandma Liu's usual appearance of being reluctant to cook an extra poached egg for herself, Song Yan felt a little sour.
Xia Zhiye never thought that he would say this answer, after all, in his heart Song Yan has always been a young master who does not eat the fireworks of the world, he did not expect that he would still think about these things in his heart.
Thinking about it this way, Song Yan seemed to be cuter, and her smile became softer: "Don't worry, I gave the money to grandma, and she won't spend it."
Song Yan raised his head upon hearing this, and frowned slightly: "Where did you get the money?"
The tone is like a question.
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "I don't look like I have any money?"
Song Yan: "..."
You really don't look like you have much money.
But I remembered yesterday that my study materials with a relatively small audience could sell for more than a thousand yuan in one night, and Xia Zhiye’s audience was bigger than him, and there were miserable marketing, discounts and sales, no matter what. If you sell it for three or four thousand, you really shouldn't be short of money for the time being.
So he lowered his head again: "If you have money, save some money. It's not easy for grandma to carry a small mahjong. I just saw a hole in the shoulder of her sweater. If you have money, you might as well buy her a new dress."
"..."
Xia Zhiye himself didn't realize this, but he didn't expect that Song Yan looked like a bad-tempered young master, but his thoughts were more careful than anyone else.
Some people really look like a big nut on the surface, but as long as you find that seam and gently pry it open, there will be soft and sweet coconut milk inside. Only the more you touch it, you will find it more cute.
Xia Zhiye chuckled softly: "Well, we'll go pick out some clothes for grandma together later. But you have to eat well, anyway, your wild brother and I are versatile, not to mention making a fortune, I'm sure I won't be able to starve you, so I can rest at home and recuperate Well, Grandma and Little Mahjong both like you."
Fuck you wild brother.
Who is with you our family.
Song Yan lowered his head and took a sip of porridge.
In fact, he didn't know if it was a good sick porridge.
Because this was the first time in his life of more than ten years that someone made him a bowl of porridge when he was sick.