After the results of the high school entrance examination, Wen Ai received the admission notice from the city's key high school without a doubt. The An family's two sons were deliberately assigned to the same class.
Wen Ai ordered Yue Xiao to stay at home for a summer vacation. She was so uncomfortable and happy. She saw that school would start the next day, but she suddenly had chickenpox the night before. Overnight, her face and body were covered with large pimples covered in water.
Wen Ai couldn't leave the house like this, so Yue Xiao could only do the reporting. An's father drove Yue Xiao to school as planned, and An's mother asked for leave from the factory to stay at home to take care of Wen Ai.
Chickenpox is a disease that mostly occurs in children. If adults win the lottery, the symptoms will only be more serious. Although Wen Ai is still three years away from becoming an adult, he is still choking right now. He has a fever and nausea. An's mother gave him medicine and porridge, and when he turned around and put a bowl, Wen Ai choked his stomach. All the contents were thrown on the ground.
An's mother was so distressed that she re-fed him the medicine and patted him on the back to lull him to sleep.
Wen Ai slept very restlessly, his brain was burnt into a daze, and the chickenpox all over his body was still itchy badly. He wanted to scratch it, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.
When he opened his eyes again, the light in the room was very dim, Wen Ai reckoned that it was already evening.
"Mom—" Wen Ai subconsciously yelled at the figure sitting in front of the desk, only halfway through the yelling did he realize that this "Mom" was a bit too muscular.
"It's me." Yue Xiao came over and touched his forehead, "Is it better?"
"Better. Not—" Wen Ai opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Why are you here? Isn't class starting today?"
"School is over early." Yue Xiao got up to make a glass of glucose water and helped him up, "Drink more."
"Then you should be in the dormitory too?" Wen Ai was sleepy and thirsty, poured a whole glass of sugar water into his stomach, and then lay back on the bed, "Did you leave something at home?"
"No." Yue Xiao shook his head and sat down beside the bed, "I have asked for leave from my life teacher, and I will stay at home during this time so that I can take care of you."
"Who wants you to make up your own mind?" Wen Ai regained some strength now, and pushed Yue Xiao's thigh to let him go, "It's almost time for you to stay here for a while. I'm a patient with an infectious disease now. Don't wait for you Also infected."
"It can't be infected." Yue Xiao grabbed his hand and stuffed it back under the quilt, "I was released from the orphanage once when I was young, and I won't get sick again."
"Then you don't need to take care of me." Wen Ai said, "The school is so far away, don't you find it difficult to go back and forth?"
"Get up early." Yue Xiao smiled, "Mom cares about you during the day, and I will take over at night, otherwise she will be tired."
Wen Ai also thought about it: "Then don't rely on me to torment you."
Yue Xiao lifted the quilt for him: "Squint your eyes and rest for a while, I'll go to the kitchen and make you hot porridge."
The complications of chickenpox lasted for a short period of time. Wen Ai burned for a day and a half, and the next afternoon, I didn't feel dizzy, and I didn't feel like I almost threw up my stomach after eating something.
An's mother set up a small coal stove in Wen Ai's room, and burned a pot of vinegar on it, smoking it 24 hours a day. The sour smell made Wen Ai almost stop breathing, and she wanted to vomit acid out of her mouth when she opened her mouth. water.
"What about mom?" Wen Ai sat on the head of the bed, raised his face and let Yue Xiao apply the medicine for him.
"Going to rest, I should go back to work in the factory tomorrow." Yue Xiao held Wen Ai's chin in one hand, and gently tapped a cotton swab dipped in purple lotion on the chickenpox on Wen Ai's face in the other, "What's wrong? Wait a minute I'll call her for you."
"Don't, don't, don't!" Wen Ai turned his eyeballs to one side, looking at the small coal stove in the corner, "Help me hide that lump in the utility room, and be careful not to be seen by Mom."
Yue Xiao stopped his movements and looked at him amusedly: "No, it's sterilized."
Wen Ai pouted: "What kind of poison is disinfected! You have all had chickenpox, who did it for?"
"You haven't recovered from your illness, who did you say it was taken?" Yue Xiao changed a new cotton swab, put it into the medicine bottle, and the white cotton tip went in and the purple cotton tip came out, "Turn your head back, I'll wipe your neck Up."
"But it smells too bad, I dreamed that I fell into the vinegar jar in my dreams at night." Wen Ai raised his chin cooperatively, and said softly and coquettishly: "I really can't take it anymore, just help me! Huh? Yue Xiao, Yue Xiao, Yue Xiao..."
Wen Ai didn't know how to come up with this trick. Whenever there was something, he kept calling Yue Xiao's name. Hold on: "No."
Wen Ai looked at the ceiling, stretched out his hand to find the corner of Yue Xiao's clothes, squeezed it tightly and then swayed back and forth: "Then can this night be okay? Let me sleep well, and you can move in tomorrow morning."
Yue Xiao comforted him softly: "Be patient, I will remove these things for you when they scab over."
The chickenpox on the neck was less, and it was wiped off in a few swipes. Yue Xiao stopped his movements, his eyes were a little erratic: "Take off your pajamas..."
"Don't take it off!" Wen Ai failed to act coquettishly, and immediately seized the opportunity to quarrel with him, "I don't apply medicine!"
"Don't be willful." Yue Xiao looked at him helplessly, seeing that he was like a rabbit with two long ears tied in a knot, he could only say, "Otherwise, I'll help you take it off."
Wen Ai shrank back: "How dare you!"
Yue Xiao didn't speak, put down the cotton swab, and stretched out both hands towards him.
Wen Ai immediately threw off the quilt and jumped up, Yue Xiao kicked off his slippers and stepped on the bed, quickly caught Wen Xiaotu who was scurrying all over the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and pressed him on his lap.
Yue Xiao reminded: "Don't move around, be careful to crush the acne."
Wen Ai became honest now, and looked up at him with big watery eyes aggrievedly: "Bastard."
Yue Xiao was almost scolded hard by him.
It's not that Yue Xiao is abnormal, it's mainly because the two of them are close, Wen Ai has another little expression of condescension, coupled with his innocent eyes, the impact is not ordinary, Yue Xiao should go to the hospital to hang up if he doesn't respond andrology.
Wen Ai was so reluctant, Yue Xiao didn't expect him to take off his clothes by himself, gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand to help him unbutton.
Wen Ai was afraid that he would break the chickenpox scar, so he could only let Yue Xiao take off his clothes, but he felt aggrieved, so he kept looking at Yue Xiao with that kind of sad, pitiful, and accusing eyes. I thought he was going to be forced to be indescribable by Yue Xiao.
Yue Xiao couldn't stand Wen Ai's way of looking at it, his ears became more and more red, his hands trembled more and more, and finally he stuffed him under the bed, got up and strode away: "I asked our mother to wipe it for you. "
Wen Ai looked at his back, hey, Shunguai can walk so fast.
A week later, the chickenpox on Wen Ai's body subsided, forming brown-black scabs, which were so itchy that he always wanted to scratch them with his nails.
Yue Xiao grabbed his wrist: "Don't pick it off, or the flesh won't grow well."
"Let me scratch it." Wen Ai scratched his heart and lungs itchyly, "Just one!"
Yue Xiao patted his face lightly with one hand: "Is this better?"
"Yeah!" Wen Ai squinted his eyes, and put his face on Yue Xiao's palm, humming incessantly.
Yue Xiao felt a little hot, coughed dryly twice, and seriously relieved his itching.
After a while, Wen Ai had enough of being served, and leaned back against the head of the bed. He had been isolated for so long, as boring as he could be, and casually inquired about the school.
Yue Xiao picked up some important things and told him, Wen Ai's eyes showed a trace of anticipation: "I haven't met my classmates yet, how is it, are you easy to get along with?"
Yue Xiao thought for a while: "It's not bad."
Wen Ai pushed his arm: "Tell me a little more, is there any interesting news?"
Yue Xiao hesitated for a while: "No."
After all the scabs on his face fell off, Wen Ai couldn't wait to pack his things and went to school. The dormitory is a room for six people. As soon as he arrived, Wen Ai started to push Yue Xiao out who was moving things: "Go back to your own dormitory. Go, I can clean up myself."
"Okay." Yue Xiao wiped the sweat from his brow, "Call me if you need anything, I'm next door to you."
Wen Ai's five roommates were all quite cheerful, they all said each other's names, and chatted quickly.
Talk about teachers, girls, gossip.
It was only then that Wen Ai found out from his roommate that Yue Xiao was being pursued by the school girl.
This school belle is Xu Qingying, a sophomore in high school. Her boyfriend changes every month, and she is more punctual than her aunt. It is said that she has taken a fancy to Yue Xiao as soon as she entered the school. A small gift of love.
Wen Ai was suddenly a little angry. He asked Yue Xiao if there was any big news in the school, but he told himself no, what happened
No, it's just that I didn't tell him.
Wen Ai left the roommates who were chatting enthusiastically, ran to the next door, and hammered the door of Yue Xiao's dormitory with a bang.
Yue Xiao was worried that Wen Ai might not be able to fix the dormitory, so he was always ready, when he heard the urgent knock on the door, he immediately came out and answered the door: "What's wrong?"
Wen Ai folded his arms and looked at him for a long time. He usually didn't see any changes when he got along day and night, but now he found out through careful comparison that Yue Xiao was indeed handsome, the kind with thick eyebrows and big eyes, the kind that was very masculine.
No wonder there are school girls chasing after her.
Seeing that Wen Ai didn't speak, Yue Xiao could only ask again: "What's the matter? Are you having trouble making the bed?"
"Yue Xiao, let me tell you, you don't have any integrity with me now!"
Wen Ai dropped a sentence, turned around and ran back to his dormitory, leaving behind a smell of vinegar in the corridor.