Poor boy and Bai Fumei

The weather forecast calls for a sharp drop in temperature tonight.

The map on the TV screen is blue and dark blue. The host moved his hand back and forth on the map, saying that there will be rain in this area and snow in that area. The cold air will move from north to south, and the temperature of the whole country will drop.When his hand moved to the city, he said that there would be wind in this area, and Lin Qiao couldn't hear the wind at a certain level, and he had already started to feel cold.

Lin Qiao went to the balcony to shut out the smuggling wind. He looked down. It was getting dark very early in the past two days, and the street lights were already on. The branches of the trees blown by the wind kept shaking, and the shadows on the ground were constantly changing.

Lin Qiao saw a small orange dot next to the street lamp, it seemed that someone was standing there smoking a cigarette, the floor was too high and he couldn't see the person's face clearly, he vaguely thought it was Lu Juan, but immediately denied this idea, Lu Juan came from non-smoking.

At least that's how he remembered it.

Lin Qiao subconsciously felt blocked in his heart, as if the north wind shut out of the window got into his chest from nowhere, swept and circled, and fluffy things rubbed against his legs under his feet.Lin Qiao didn't look at the orange dot, he picked up Plush and closed the curtains to keep everything out.

Early the next morning, Linqiao experienced the sharp drop in temperature mentioned in the weather forecast, as if entering winter overnight.

Lin Qiao didn't sleep well last night. Things from high school in the past appeared in his dreams one after another. Various scenes flashed in his mind and changed constantly, like a revolving lantern.

His brain was throbbing with pain, and Lin Qiao was upset because of the pain. He took out his mobile phone to check the time, but it was just past six, and it was still dark outside the window.

Lin Qiao had a severe headache, and couldn't sleep even when he wanted to go back to the cage, so he simply got up and tidied up, and prepared to go downstairs for a couple of laps to calm down and throw out the trash.

As soon as he got off the elevator and opened the door of the unit building, Lin Qiao was shivered by the cold wind blowing in his face. Lin Qiao shrank his neck, and when he turned his head, he saw a familiar figure curled up beside the door.

The figure stood up slowly after hearing the sound of the door opening, his handsome face was bloodless, his lips were bruised, and the fingertips he stretched out were also cold. He smiled at Lin Qiao, his pale face and bruised lips were even more It brings out the weakness and powerlessness of this smile.

Lin Qiao looked at Lu Ju'an in a daze for a long time, many emotions came out of his heart and became entangled together, Lin Qiao couldn't figure out what mood he was in now, unbelievable, surprised, annoyed, even a little bit confused Secret delights of little or negligible proportions.

He was stunned for a long time, until Lu Juan's cold fingertips touched the back of his hand, he woke up like a dream, the garbage bag was dropped from his hand, and the contents in the bag were scattered all over the floor.

It took Lin Qiao a lot of effort to find his own voice, as if it was being squeezed out of his throat bit by bit.

"Why... why are you here?"

Before Lu Juan could answer, Lin Qiao suddenly raised his voice and said angrily, "Do you know that the temperature dropped last night! Do you know what temperature it is now?!"

He took out his mobile phone, opened the weather column and read the number on the screen loudly to Lu Juan: "Four degrees! It's only four degrees now! It's still windy!! You'll just stand here all night?!"

"Lu Juan, is there something wrong with you?!! Are you?! Are you..."

Lin Qiao couldn't continue, his eyes were red, whether it was because of too much emotion or other reasons, his chest heaved violently, and he glared fiercely at Lu Juan.

Lu Juan smiled at Lin Qiao, then reached out to touch Lin Qiao's cheek, Lin Qiao didn't hide his hand, his face was very hot, and his hands were extraordinarily icy.

Lu Juan was afraid of freezing Lin Qiao, so he didn't dare to touch Lin Qiao too much, and immediately took his hand back after touching it.

He called him in a low voice, his voice was as hoarse as if it had been roughened by sandpaper, which even surprised him.

"Qiaoqiao."

"Qiaoqiao, I just want... to be closer to you."

After speaking, Lu Juan's body shook a few times as if he couldn't support it, Lin Qiao immediately stretched out his hand to support him, at this moment he didn't have any thoughts or considerations in his heart, he helped Lu Juan and walked upstairs.

Lu Juan held a cup of hot tea in his hand, his numb hands couldn't feel the scalding heat from the cup at all, he could only feel the numbness, like thousands of ants gnawing.Lin Qiao adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room to a very high level, hot air kept blowing out from the air outlet, a layer of white mist formed on the glass, the temperature rose layer by layer, and the coldness on Lu Juan's body also dissipated bit by bit. There was an abnormal redness on his cheeks.

Lin Qiao took out the medical box under the TV cabinet. He took two cold medicines, two antipyretics and two amoxicillin and put them in front of Lu Juan, and poured him a glass of warm water again.

Lu Juan didn't look at the pills that Lin Qiao pushed over, his eyes were glued to Lin Qiao's body, Lin Qiao lowered his eyes and ignored him, telling him to take the pills by himself, and he had to clean up the garbage dumped in the stairwell by himself.After speaking, he took the broom and dustpan and pushed the door away.

The sound of closing the door with a "bang" woke up Lu Juan from the joy of entering the room. He picked up the medicine on the table and swallowed it one by one with water. The hot water slipped through the esophagus and flowed into the stomach, bringing a burst of heat. meaning.Lu Juan looked at this strange but familiar "home" that he once had for a short time.

The furnishings and furniture have not changed, but they look a little old.The color on the painted plaster dolls on the TV cabinet has also been peeled off, and they are all well placed there.

Lu Juan walked over, knelt down and examined the two plaster dolls carefully.

He remembered that he and Lin Qiao painted it together.

There is a small park not far from the community. The small park is very lively at night in summer. The elderly take a walk here to enjoy the cool air. The hawkers seize the business opportunity to set up a stall in the small park and paint plaster dolls.

Lin Qiao has a childish nature, so he has to pull Lu Juan to paint this, but Lu Juan can't resist him, so the two of them sit among a bunch of little kids and paint the doll.

Lu Juan remembered that it was very hot and stuffy that day, there was no wind, and he could see the bright stars when he looked up.Lin Qiao's back was soaked in sweat, revealing a bit of flesh color and obvious spine joints. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled and his eyes were serious, as if he was not painting a cheap plaster doll, but a world-famous painting.

Lin Qiao paints seriously, and Lu Juan watches him seriously.

That hot summer night with no wind was the best night in Lu Juan's memory.

Lu Juan suddenly felt something rubbing against his feet, and he looked down, it was an orange cat.

He remembered that before Lin Qiao was afraid of cats, he had to let him hold them before he dared to touch them.

Lu Juan felt that the orange cat at his feet looked familiar, he reached out to touch the cat's head, the orange cat rubbed against his palm as if it knew him, and meowed obediently.