"Are you... awake?" Ah Chou opened his sleepy eyes, and the moment he saw Zhong Mingwei sitting in front of him, the quilt slid down his shoulders. Immediately, the whole person became sober, and she was too busy to grab the quilt to wrap Zhong Mingwei tightly, while stroking Zhong Mingwei's forehead. Frowning, "Why is it still so hot?"
"Why are your hands so cold?" Zhong Mingwei was shocked by Ah Chou's hand. At the moment, he was so busy that he grabbed Ah Chou's hand and stuffed it into the quilt. Looking at A Chou while frowning, "You slept like this all night?"
"No, I just squinted for a while." Ah Chou said in a hurry, while breaking away from Zhong Mingwei's hand, he put on his shoes and got off the kang. "First make some porridge for you to drink. Then I will decoct medicine for you. You can't drink medicine on an empty stomach all the time."
"Fry two, and you have a bowl too..." Zhong Mingwei looked at Ah Chou's haggard face. It hurts like hell. On the one hand, he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed to start a fire. Before he got up, he was suddenly pinned down by Ah Chou again.
"You must be mad at me, don't you? How dare you get off the kang just like that?" Ah Chou frowned and looked at Zhong Mingwei. "You are not allowed to get off the kang these two days, be careful and I will beat you!"
"Understood." Rao was unhappy. Zhong Mingwei agreed honestly, and then lay down obediently, but he didn't feel sleepy anymore. He turned his face sideways to watch Ah Chou quickly wash the rice and put it into the pot, and then sat down to light the fire, feeling indescribably warm and ironed in his heart.
When he was sick, he used to lie down like this, but no one dared to enter the dormitory to disturb his recuperation, so he was the only one in the big dormitory lying down like this, the dormitory was empty, and his heart was also empty, but compared Listening to the woman's noisy greetings, he still enjoys the silence that can be heard when a needle drops.
When did it start? He began to be afraid of the silence. When he was alone, he always felt uneasy. Only when this girl chattered in front of him could he feel at ease.
What do people who have been alone for too long long for most
It's nothing more than being sick, there is someone by my side, especially if this person is my sweetheart.
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"You were so annoying last night," Ah Chou rolled his eyes at Zhong Mingwei while lighting the fire, "How old is he, and I still don't want to drink medicine, so if I bring you medicine, it's good for you, so I pushed it away. A good cotton-padded jacket will become thick and dirty with the medicine soup, but you have to be coaxed to drink it, how can you get used to such a stinking problem?"
"Isn't it because you are used to it?" Zhong Mingwei didn't feel embarrassed, and looked at Ah Chou's new tufted red slanted-breasted jacket with a smile. No matter how you looked at it, he thought it looked good, "Fortunately, I took your old folder The jacket is dirty, otherwise you might not want to wear this new padded jacket this year."
Before the New Year's Eve, when A Chou went down the mountain to buy new year's goods, Zhong Mingwei softly asked A Chou to buy him a new dress. How can you be willing to wear a new jacket when you are walking around the pot? The old cotton-padded jacket was stained by the medicinal soup last night, and Ah Chou had no choice but to find out this new cotton-padded jacket today and wear it.
"Who said that? I've been thinking about wearing it for a long time." A Chou was a little embarrassed, tugged at his sleeves, and looked at Zhong Mingwei, "Didn't I buy you a new jacket a few years ago? Why don't you see me?" you wear?"
"Put it on when you recover, and we will wear it together when the time comes," Zhong Mingwei said with a smile, pursing his lips and saying, "By the way, I remember how you gave me medicine last night, and I still remember how you sang a ditty It's my son."
"It's all burnt like that, it's hard for you to remember it so clearly," Ah Chou's face turned red suddenly, but his heart was sweet, and while adding firewood to the stove, he asked Zhong Mingwei in a low voice, "What about the little song I sang?" Does it sound good?"
"It sounds good, the lyrics are good, the tune is good, and the girl's voice is even better..." Zhong Mingwei smiled, coughed twice, and then sang in a hoarse voice, "Ergeng drums, Xiao Liuer, he Climbing the wall. I was alarmed by my daughter, Jiaowa, who went up to the house. Hastily opened the doors, and grabbed my beloved friend... Cough cough!"
"It's such a long song, why do you remember this sentence?" Ah Chou felt ashamed, gouged Zhong Mingwei with his eyes, and fed the tea on the stove to Zhong Mingwei, humming, "My voice is so hoarse, I still have the nerve to sing."