Song Yu was sweating from the pain, and his forehead was hot. After feeling the cold touch, he regained his senses. He slowly opened his eyes, his light-colored pupils were misty and ignorant, staring blankly at the person in front of him.
The darkness outlines Xie Sui's figure, which is familiar and reassuring. "Xie Sui." He called softly
Xie Sui put her cold fingers on his forehead, bent down, and said in a low voice, "Have a fever?"
It seems to be asking softly, and it seems to be talking to himself lightly.
Song Yu was confused and confused, and said in a muffled voice, "Yes." But he still protested for himself, saying, "Don't go to the hospital." He hates hospitals.
Xie Sui's eyes fell on him.
After a long time, he closed his eyes, his eyes drooped, and his voice was soft: "Okay, we won't go to the hospital, let's go home first."
Xie Sui leaned over, wrapped his arms around Song Yu's waist, and picked him up.
The moment he was in his arms.
Song Yu was stunned. The tip of the nose is the elegant fragrance of washing powder, and through the clean clothes, the ears are pressed against Xie Sui's chest, and the sound of the beating of the heart can be heard clearly.
Darkness and fever plunge the five senses into a paradoxical state—sometimes groggy, and sometimes magnified and incomparably clear. For example, right now, it was like throwing a big stone into his cloudy consciousness, causing his limbs to go numb and his blood to be cold for a second.
Song Yu stretched out his hand to push, but his body was as weak as water, and he couldn't push at all.
Even because the mood swings are too large, the follow-up exhaustion is like a flood.
He could only hold Xie Sui's clothes with his fingers, like a drowning person.
"Don't, it's embarrassing to hold, I'll go by myself."
he muttered. Under the black hair wet with sweat, the ears were white and red, making people want to take a bite.
It's raining less outside.
Xie Sui felt that he was holding a hot body that was burning at the top of his heart, and every sentence of the person's weak voice stirred his nerves.
It's just that he never knew that Song Yu's illness was the most troublesome time. Like a wild cat, it refuses to fold its paws when it is sick.
All the way to find the panic and anger that was suppressed by the heavy, and came to my mind.
His expression was cold and his voice was cold.
"How are you going? Are you crawling back?"
Song Yu hadn't been as fierce as Xie Sui before, but after being stunned for a while, subtle grievances flooded into his heart.
When I thought that I had told 008 that I liked him just now, I felt even more uncomfortable.
Xie Sui and Zhao Ziyu are soul lovers.
He likes some scumbag.
Song Yu felt uncomfortable: "Don't worry about it, I'll walk on my legs."
When he opened his mouth, it was his own voice that was stunned. Soft and empty, full of grievances and anger, like coquettish.
He had a fever and was mad at himself.
Who are you kidding.
Song Yu used a little more force to grab the clothes with his fingers, and he was so angry that he kicked straight in his arms, scratching his claws several times.
Xie Sui was stunned for a long time, aggrieved by his hoarse voice.
All of a sudden, any emotion collapsed.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the ill young man, helplessness and distress finally prevailed.
Xie Sui liked him for so long and got along with him day and night. Of course, he knew his emotions very well.
His fingers helped him put his wet black hair behind his ears, and said softly, "You have to go by yourself, so I'm not very useless? The plot shouldn't develop like this."
His gentle actions dispelled some of Song Yu's anger.
What plot? His head was dizzy, his thinking was very simple, and he was confused by what he said.
As soon as his ears moved, he was also led away.
Xie Sui's voice was so gentle in the night that it had a bit of demagogic power: "Dark and gloomy classroom, wake up the heroine of the heroine. Remember?"
"You are so frightened, I am so distressed."
"On a rainy day, two people."
Okay, stop talking.
Song Yu wanted to raise his hand to cover his mouth, but collapsed.
Xie Sui chuckled: "Director Song." Leaning over, he breathed in his ear: "Did you arrange tonight as the beginning of our love?"
Director Song: "..."
No arguing.
He abandoned his head and buried it in Xie Sui's arms, which was too embarrassing, only showing the back of his head and his red and crystal ears. Completely gave up the desire to struggle. Compared to that, being held in his arms is nothing.
Don't have to be that way.
After he settled down, he fell asleep in Xie Sui's arms.
Xie Sui took him home, simply changed his clothes, soaked the antipyretic medicine, and fed him to drink it one by one.
He didn't know if Song Yu had a simple fever or a serious illness. He didn't dare to leave all night, and quietly watched his sleeping face with deep eyes.
Under the table lamp, the boy's face was no longer flushed, like thin ice and snow, fragile and pale.
Xie Sui had very light sleep for a long time in his previous life, and insomnia had become a habit, so now he sits quietly until midnight without a trace of sleepiness.
It was still raining outside, and his thoughts were pulled for a long time.
I remembered the despair that flooded myself in the haunted house, and the tombstones in the black rain.
"water… "
Song Yu murmured softly, recalling his thoughts.
The boy's eyelashes trembled, his brows furrowed uncomfortably, he opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse.
Xie Sui got up to pour water, and when he came back, he held his hand with his fingers. He had never taken care of anyone so tenderly and carefully before.
After drinking the water, the burning sensation in the throat was relieved.
Song Yu's brows slowly stretched out, and his body was completely weak, but he was not as uncomfortable as in the auditorium. His eyelashes rose slowly, and he looked at Xie Sui's profile half asleep. The light flowed through the cold white skin, and the eyebrows and eyes were as cold as ever.
The room was comfortable and the bed was soft but not his.
So he occupied Xie Sui's bed again
Song Yu opened his eyelids with difficulty, but then closed them down hard.
Fatigue penetrated every inch of bone marrow, and he muttered, "Come up and sleep together too."
Xie Sui was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Does he know what he is talking about? It's just that the night is too gentle, and so is his heart, gently kissing the boy's closed eyebrows.
"it is good."
Xie Sui was a person with a strong sense of private territory in his last life. He demanded absolute silence in everything. A little disturbance could make him highly awake, including the breathing of others, except Song Yu.
It was as if they slept in the same bed when they were children.
The manor, the midsummer night, the cool wind, and the fragrance of the boy's milk.
The lights were turned off, and the room was silent.
Song Yu's burning seems to have also faded.
The more this is the case, the more Xie Sui is thinking - what is his illness
"Yu Yu." He called out softly.
Song Yu was already asleep.
Xie Sui smiled to herself in the dark, not knowing what she was smiling about, closed her eyes and fell into a dream for the first time.
The memory is stretched, it is the dark iron gate with vines climbing the mountain, the big black dog screaming wildly, and the fragrance of the orchard is ten miles away. The boy sitting on the iron gate under the blue sky and white clouds, his legs are thin and white, and his eyes are clear and bright. He panicked and was so scared that even if he turned around and begged him to catch him, he could still make him depressed with his excellent mouth.
"Why?"
"I heard that I like you very much?"
"That's also a reason."
"I do not know how?"
"Ha... don't you all say that the authorities are crazy?"
Authorities fans.
He thought that even in his previous life, he should have fallen in love with Song Yu since he was a child.
Childhood sweethearts, the beginning of love.
Reuniting after growing up will also be a deliberate pursuit for a long time, but I just don't know... whether I will catch up.
The next day was Saturday, Song Yu took antipyretics, and when he woke up at noon, the feeling of depression from last night was gone.
He was in good health, and he was so uncomfortable last night, mostly because of that dream. Just like his lost dream that night, waking up was as painful as drowning.
The painful and anxious feeling disappeared, but the memory was not erased.
He still remembers the conversation with 008, as well as the memory that made him extremely painful.
The clearest scene is the needle that I stepped on.
After he woke up, he regained his senses, rolled up his sleeves in a daze, and looked at his fair arms—so in his last life he was killed by alcohol injection? This idea floated in his mind, and Song Yu's face instantly paled. Not afraid, but ignorant.
who is it? It was too dark in the warehouse, and the dream was bizarre, and I only remembered the heart-piercing conversation. He seems to be because of Xie Suizao's crime, and he sounds like Qin Mo - paranoid and crazy, he drags people who he can't get to hell? Also worthy of his character in the book.
I remember Xie Sui called him at that time.
In the end, will Xie Sui blame herself for this incident
The little friend who played the best as a child suffered because of himself.
"Eat something first when you wake up." Turning the door, Xie Sui walked in and said lightly.
His eyes were clear and handsome, and his voice was as cold as a spring.
Song Yu was stunned for a moment, and after looking at him, he immediately lowered his head.
"Oh."
Song Yu has a headache when he sees him now.
Especially after I confessed to 008 yesterday that I liked him a little, I didn't know how to deal with it.
It seemed that a breakthrough had been opened in his heart, and a bunch of thoughts had spawned, making him a mess. If it wasn't for the words of 008's artificial mental retardation, he would definitely not be so entangled.
What is a soulmate
Who is Zhao Ziyu who can't appear quickly.
But this surnamed Zhao is a thorn in his heart, and he can't wait to pull it out and bite it off.
Song Yu scratched his hair a little depressedly, put on his shoes to wash up, and it wasn't the first time he spent the night here with Xie Sui, of course he had everything. While brushing his teeth, Song Yu stared at himself in the mirror, thinking about 008's bullshit "same genius, same excellence, same smartness".
Mouth full of bubbles, thought divergent.
Come on, the handsome guy in the mirror is not good and smart? Why are they a couple. Just because Zhao Ziyu was chosen by heaven, he was condemned by heaven. Isn't it the Son of Heaven
Song Yu pursed his lips, exuding an aura of irritability all over his body.
I was numb and brushing my teeth, but when I woke up, I didn't really have any thoughts, just messed up.
Wait for him to sit at the table. Then he suddenly widened his eyes, took a deep breath, his teeth itch with hatred, and inserted his chopsticks into the bowl—
It was also Qin Mo who trapped him in the auditorium last night!