Duan Yuche regretted that Zhou Zeliang had been quarantined at home because he was suspected of contracting an infectious disease.
"I don't know if I'm sick or not." Zhou Zeliang sent him a message and said, "As soon as the doctor came, I said that I forgot to get vaccinated. He touched my lymph nodes twice and then let me go home."
"I should have pretended to be sick if I knew earlier." Duan Yuche regretted that he was lying on the table and sent a message, "Then don't you need to take the exam?"
"Sure."
"How many days are you going to go home for?" Duan Yuche suddenly thought that as soon as Zhou Zeliang left, no one would accompany him to the cafeteria
"I'm applying medicine in the hospital now, and I'll need an injection later. I'll be back in a week or two."
"Then I..." He wanted to ask himself what to do, and he stopped talking halfway through: "Then you have a good rest, I will come to see you in a few days, and the teacher sees me playing with my phone, so I won't tell you. "
It was almost noon, Duan Yuche didn't want to go to the cafeteria alone, he would rather be hungry than be alone.
And every time after class at noon, Cao Feng has always been the fastest walker. He wants to walk faster and solve the problem of full stomach earlier, so that he can spare a few more minutes to study.
He had a bag of words in his pocket, and when he was about to go out, he saw Duan Yuche lying on the desk, looking like he was sick.
Cao Feng thought he was still struggling with whether he had an infectious disease or not. Seeing that he was so listless, he walked over and sat at the same table next to him: "Little Che?"
Duan Yuche was lying on the table and turned his head to look at him.
Cao Feng resisted the desire to touch his head, and asked him in a very gentle voice, "What's wrong? Are you still uncomfortable?"
"Yeah." He was not physically uncomfortable, he was still a little hungry, and Cao Feng in front of him was his savior, but because of his face, he didn't know what to say.
Or is he going home pretending to be sick? He thought to himself, but he was alone at home, Duan Shumin had to go to work, Cao Feng had to go to school, and no one would cook for him, so it would be better to go to school.
"What's wrong, is it... here?" He reached out and touched his cheek lightly with his fingers, "Or is it an upset stomach?"
"A little bit."
Everyone in the class was gone. Cao Feng noticed that Zhou Zeliang hadn't come yet, so he asked him, "Where's Zhou Zeliang?"
"He..." Duan Yuche said, "He seems to be really sick. He went home and quarantined."
Cao Feng suddenly realized that what Duan Shumin told him that day was in his heart. After a pause, he said, "Your stomach is uncomfortable, so you have to eat. Can you still hold on? Let's go to the cafeteria with my brother and drink some millet porridge. That one nourishes the stomach?"
"Millet porridge?" he said awkwardly, "I have no appetite. I want to eat Tanji's fried chestnuts in sugar, and Zhengyangchun's duck oil buns..."
"These two are not sold in the school. You don't want to eat anything else?"
"Didn't I tell you, I don't have an appetite, you can eat it yourself, I'll sleep for a while." This "illness" has already been pretended to be so, so he has to bite the bullet and ask Cao Feng to accompany him. Going to the cafeteria, he really couldn't do it.
Hunger is a small thing, but face is a big thing.
Cao Feng took off his school uniform and gave it to him: "Then you sleep in my school uniform, otherwise you will catch a cold."
"No, I have a blanket here." There was nothing in his drawer. There was a pillow in a bag. Once opened, it was a thin blanket. The weather in Linzhou has been up and down in recent days, sometimes it's hot like summer , Sometimes it rains, and it is so cold that people suddenly feel that autumn is coming.
Cao Feng let him have a good rest and then left.
In the empty classroom, Duan Yuche looked at the back of him who helped him close the door of the classroom when he left. For some reason, he felt even more uncomfortable.
At one o'clock, Cao Feng hadn't come back, and Duan Yuche hadn't fallen asleep either. He took out his mobile phone to play S, and when the plane came back, seeing that his condition was not right, he said, "You're not really sick, right? You look so bad. ?"
Of course, his complexion has deteriorated. He has not eaten and is in a bad mood. How can his complexion be improved
"I don't think you can do this." The plane still cares about him. Duan Yuche is kind to him. He often gives him snacks, and is very generous. "Would you like to take a leave to see a doctor?"
"Wait for Xiaobo to talk about it later."
"Little Motor doesn't seem to be here at noon today."
"Oh… "
The plane said, "I'll touch it, and I'll see if you really have mumps." He was not polite. He took Duan Yuche as a buddy, and he didn't ask any questions, just like the doctor in the morning. With his chin, Duan Yuche was startled and knocked off his hand: "What are you doing!"
"...I just want to see if you are sick, don't be so nervous." The plane was also taken aback by his reaction.
"I'm not..." He knew what was going on in his heart, and wiped his face with his sleeve without a trace, "I'm not sick."
Duan Yuche looked back and saw that Cao Feng's seat was still empty.
Where did he go? Why haven't you come back? Studying in the library
He knew that Cao Feng attached great importance to this first monthly exam. He wanted to live up to his expectations, so he tried his best to revise. He came to play with him in his room that day, and he started doing the puzzles before he played for a few minutes.
He knew that Cao Feng wanted to get good grades and get bonuses.
The lunch break has begun. Most of the classmates are resting. Only one or two people are quietly reading and writing. The entire classroom, no, the entire campus, has fallen into extraordinary silence.
Everyone is resting and studying.
Duan Yuche couldn't sleep well on his stomach, his face was pressed against the book, and he fell into a drowsy sleep. Suddenly, he felt that someone was gently pushing him beside him.
He thought it was a plane, and was about to curse, when he opened his eyes, he met a pair of dark, bright eyes.
Cao Feng's face was still sweating, he was panting, and the sweat dripped down his smooth and cold jaw: "Little Che." He opened a little zipper on his school uniform to reveal the contents inside, "Brother bought you something to eat. , are you starving? Let's go out to eat."
Duan Yuche was immediately stunned, staring at him as if he had just participated in a marathon, exhausted, and his eyelashes were soaked with sweat, and then he looked at the thing he was holding in his arms.
Yellow cowhide bag, Tan Kee fried chestnuts.
The disposable food box in the pocket has not been opened, but he can already smell the aroma of the duck oil bag.
The two stores are not in the same place.
"Cao Feng..." He was extremely moved, "How do you..."
"Shh." He lowered his voice, "They're all sleeping, let's go out to eat."
"Okay." Duan Yuche stuffed the blanket into the original packaging bag and walked out of the classroom with him lightly.
"There's no one in the amphitheatre now, let's go to the amphitheatre to eat." Cao Feng took out the chestnuts, saw the red marks on his face, and wanted to reach out and give him a rub, "I bought the chestnuts first, and then I went to buy them. The duck oil buns, the chestnuts may be a little cold."
He was afraid that things would be cold, so he kept covering it in his arms. The weather was neither cold nor hot, and he was like running a race again. He was afraid that he would not be able to come back to class in time, and he was even more afraid that his brother would be hungry and sweat all over his body.
"Thank you, the chestnuts are hot, not cold yet." He peeled off the shells and ate one. The Yunnan wild chestnuts here are glutinous and fragrant, different from the roadside ones. Duan Yuche asked him, "Have you eaten? How did you go out to buy it?"
"I'm... over the wall to get out." He didn't find Ma Xiaobo, so he couldn't make a fake statement, and he didn't dare to fake it, so he simply climbed over the wall and went out.
"Climb over the wall?" He was surprised and looked up at Cao Feng, who was tall, "What about the barbed wire?"
"The barbed wire can also be turned over, but it's not very high." He climbed trees very well, such a low wall and barbed wire were not worth mentioning to him.
"Then do you have lunch?" The two pushed open the door of the lecture hall.
"I ate, I ate a few buns." It was just that the calories were consumed, and it seemed that I was hungry again.
The duck oil buns are very fragrant, but the duck oil buns here are also very expensive. He wanted to eat them, but he held back, because his brother liked them, but there were only a few servings. He only bought two.
After finding a place to sit down, Cao Feng pretended that he was not hungry, and took out his pocket word book and pen to review his grammar. Duan Yuche first ate a duck oil bun, which was still a little hot. Although the taste was not as good as eating in the store, But not much.
"Hot mouth?" Cao Feng asked when he saw that he wanted a mouthful of skin and put it down.
"It's a little hot." Duan Yuche was very grateful to him for his thoughtfulness, and was very moved. If it weren't for Cao Feng, if something like this happened today, he would definitely suffer a lot.
He peeled off a whole chestnut and gave it to Cao Feng: "You can eat it, I can't eat it."
When Cao Feng saw that he was happy and refined, he was happy and said that he was not eating or hungry, so he let him eat.
"How can you not be hungry after eating only a few buns?" As long as it was night, Cao Feng would always growl when he was in his room. He also had a lot of appetite. Of course, Duan Yuche knew that a few buns could not fill Cao Feng. "You go to the cafeteria with me at night, use my card, I'll treat you to eat, and now, you've solved this duck fat bag for me."
"I only took a pair of chopsticks." He just wanted his brother to eat more, don't worry about yourself.
"Then you can use mine. Although I have used it, you can wash it and it won't get dirty."
"I don't wash." Cao Feng was afraid that he would misunderstand, "It's not dirty at all, I... I don't eat other people's, but I can."
This is the first time the two have eaten together at school.
Cao Feng finally understood the difference between being accompanied by someone and being alone. He ate with Duan Yuche in the evening, the meal was more fragrant than usual, and he ate two more bowls.
When he got home from school, the first thing Cao Feng did was to open the mailbox. He had been doing this for almost two weeks. He took a look at it in the morning and at night, and it became a habit. Duan Yuche finally couldn't help asking him: "You Always look at the mailbox for what, is someone sending you a letter?"
"Yes." Cao Feng glanced at him and thought to himself that his brother probably forgot about that. He forgot to send a postcard to himself, but he always remembered it, waiting and looking forward to it every day. In the past, writing letters was the happiest thing for him. It was the only way he communicated with the outside world. If the letters he wrote received a reply, he would be happy for a long time. Duan Shumin didn't give him many replies, just one or two, just asking him if he was okay, whether he was short of money, whether the weather was cold or not. It was such a letter that he always treasured.
However, the ancient way of writing letters has been eliminated in modern times.
The postcard was received on the weekend after the monthly exam. Cao Feng opened the mailbox and saw something inside. He was so excited that he took it out. , I have the opportunity to bring you here, let's go to the shadow play."
The inscription is TOM.
It was the first time that Cao Feng received a postcard. He took it back to his room, put it on the table, and glanced at it every few seconds. Cao Feng picked up a pen and wrote on the composition paper: Dear brother, I have only known you for a while, but I feel …
He thought that his literary talent was not outstanding enough, so he typed drafts while writing, and opened the excerpts to read. It took him a day to write such a letter.
Cao Feng didn't have an envelope here, so he folded one by himself, put the written letter in it, glued it, and put it in the mailbox at the door of the house.
He originally wanted to open the mailbox the next morning for his younger brother to see, but Cao Feng couldn't control himself. It was almost twelve o'clock at night, he suddenly got up and rushed to the door of Duan Yuche's room.
The light in his brother's room was still on, and he knocked on the door.
"Come in." Duan Yuche was about to sleep when he saw Cao Feng in pajamas, "What's wrong?"
"It's not a big deal..." He considered his words carefully, "There is a letter in the mailbox outside."
"Faith?" He was inexplicable, what does this have to do with himself
"Um..." Cao Feng looked at him who was soft under the light, "maybe... maybe it was sent to you, do you want to... have a look?"
"How did you know it was sent to me?"