I Treat You as a Brother

Xu Xiran had a fever again.

That night, after entering the sage time, he lay on the bed for a long time in a daze, then went to the bathroom to wash his face.After washing, I still felt that my brain was in a mess and I couldn't calm down, so I just buried my whole head under the faucet and rinsed it.

After that, he sat on the toilet and thought about life quietly, until the day was light and his wet hair was naturally dried by body temperature.

When he finally crawled back into bed, he woke up feeling as if his body was embedded in cement.The headache was splitting, the whole person was groggy, and his temples were twitching.

The mobile phone was placed next to the pillow, but because I was flustered last night and forgot to charge it, it had automatically turned off.

With her eyes closed, Xu Xiran reached out and groped for a long time on the bedside cabinet, and finally found the charger.After successfully booting, I found that it was already afternoon.With this sleep, he fell asleep all the classes that should be attended today.

Emotions can become low and dull when you are unwell.Xu Xiran's limp brain was working hard and slowly. After thinking for a while, he finally remembered what class he had missed, and then he began to recall what kind of people the teachers were, and whether they were good at speaking.

Halfway through the thought, a lot of news flooded in.

More than one classmate sent him bad news, telling him that the teacher had a quiz on a whim today.This is undoubtedly bad news.Xu Xiran has always been an honest student on weekdays, rarely absent from class, almost full attendance.It's a rare case of being absent due to illness, and it's really unlucky to encounter such a thing.

He was lying on the bed, squinting his eyes and looking at the screen of the mobile phone, but he had no thought of thinking about how to save this tragedy.

His attention was completely attracted by another piece of news.

"Shall we have lunch together?"

The simple six words have ordinary meanings, but because of the special nature of the sender, they also become special.

This was sent by Fang Mo two and a half hours ago.Xu Xiran didn't respond at all during this period of time, and he didn't even ask any more questions.

Why is he like this, Xu Xiran thought.

After hiding from him for so long, I finally took the initiative to find him, why didn't I pay more attention to him.It's so abnormal not to reply to messages for such a long time in broad daylight, wouldn't Fang Mo worry about him?Even if you can't get through the phone, you can come and have a look if you are so close.

You can tell he's sick.

Then he can enjoy Fang Mo's care.

Xu Xiran turned off the screen, closed her eyes, and then pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

Just don't worry about it.What face does he have to face Fang Mo now? He was still thinking about what he did last night.His head is still dizzy, but whether it is the scene in the dream or the many brain supplements after waking up, the memory is still very clear now.

No matter how dull he is, he should realize that his feelings for Fang Mo are not right.

Caring, wanting to protect, always thinking about, happy to see.These may still be classified as expressions of friendship that are too sticky.

But friendship does not produce desire.

He wanted to kiss Fang Mo, to see his disheveled appearance, and to touch every inch of his skin.I want to do many, many particularly excessive things to him.

He thinks too much about him.

Xu Xiran slowly opened his eyes in the dark blanket.Suddenly he had a terrible thought.

Could Fang Mo have already found out?

I behaved so strangely yesterday, and now recalling all kinds of behaviors is almost completely overwhelmed by shame.Fang Mo also realized that something was wrong, so he was indifferent to him.

His heart beat faster with panic.

What to do, will he lose him completely because of this?He will no longer always smile at him, give him a lot of care, secretly prepare small surprises for him, and always be by his side as before.

How to do.

All anxiety was broken by a knock on the door.

"Xu Xiran, are you there?" Fang Mo's voice sounded a little muffled but very pleasant through the door, "Are you still sleeping?"

"What's the matter with you!" Fang Mo seemed a little annoyed, "How long did it take, why did you come again? Yesterday I asked you if you had a fever and you still didn't admit it!"

Because yesterday I really didn't have a fever at that time.

Xu Xiran sat on the edge of the bed with her head down.He wanted to see him, but he didn't dare because of a guilty conscience.

"You can either put on your clothes, or lie down and cover the quilt," Fang Mo commanded him fiercely, "Do you still think the burn is not strong enough?"

Xu Xiran pursed her lips, moved onto the bed obediently, and pulled up the quilt to cover herself tightly.

The tone of Fang Mo's voice is completely different from yesterday's dream, neither sweet nor gentle.This is not a bad thing, it can make him less cranky.

But when he had this idea, he was already thinking about it.

Fang Mo stood by the bed, bent down slightly, and covered his forehead with his hands.

"It doesn't seem to be as hot as last time..." he finished in a low voice, and asked, "Is the thermometer I brought that day still there? Where did you keep it?"

Xu Xiran didn't answer.

His eyes fell on Fang Mo's chest, and a strange picture appeared in his mind again.In reality, through the loose coat, it is naturally impossible to see anything strange on the boy's chest.But Xu Xiran couldn't help secretly imagining how the little thing stood up slightly because of the stimulation, pushing out the clothes in a small arc.As the image became more concrete in his mind, he felt as if his fever was getting worse.

Seeing Xu Xiran's dazed face without saying a word, Fang Mo became more and more worried.He gave up asking himself, and opened Xu Xiran's cabinet to search for it.Fortunately, the thermometer was on the outermost side of the first drawer of the bedside table, so it was easy to find.

Xu Xiran's fever wasn't too bad, at least it was much better than last time, 37 degrees nine.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Fang Mo asked for Xu Xiran's opinion.

"No need," Xu Xiran turned his head to look to the other side, "I haven't finished taking the antipyretics last time."

"But..." Fang Mo looked worried.

Two consecutive fevers in a short period of time will inevitably make people think too much.

"It's really unnecessary," Xu Xiran said, "I...washed my hair in cold water last night, so I caught a cold. Drink some hot water and take medicine and you'll be fine."

"...Why do you wash your hair with cold water?" Fang Mo frowned, "I think you have a brain problem."

Xu Xiran didn't deny it, pulled the quilt until only a pair of eyes were exposed, and looked at him carefully.

Fang Mo lost his temper by the pitiful gaze.He sighed and asked, "Then are you hungry? You always have to pad your stomach before taking medicine."

Don't ask if you don't feel it, but when he mentioned it, Xu Xiran's stomach gradually felt empty.It's already afternoon, and the granule hasn't been taken all day, even if you are sick and have a poor appetite, your stomach will feel uncomfortable.

"A little bit." He nodded.

Fang Mo stretched out his hand, gently rubbed his hair twice, and said, "Then I'll go buy you something to eat. You can be good by yourself, okay?"

Xu Xiran felt that his tone and attitude seemed to be talking to kindergarten children, and felt awkward, and couldn't help complaining: "You really think I have a brain problem."

Fang Mo showed dissatisfaction.

"Why are you so normal this time?" he asked.

"Ah?" Xu Xiran was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"...You had a fever like this last time." Fang Mo said.

Xu Xiran can't quite remember what he looked like after he was burnt out last time.After all, when the temperature was nearly [-] degrees, the brain was almost boiling, and people were already confused.

Seeing his stupid face, Fang Mo sighed, waved his hands and left.

When Fang Mo came back, Xu Xiran had already got up and got dressed.

Fang Mo bought ready-to-eat hot porridge at the convenience store in the school. It has been heated, and it is warm in his hands.

Xu Xiran was sitting and drinking porridge, while he was idly lying on the desk beside him, looking up at him.

"I didn't reply to your message, and I couldn't make a phone call. I couldn't find anyone in the classroom where you were studying. If I hadn't met someone in your dormitory and told me that you were still asleep when he left, I would have been worried about you. You avoided me on purpose." Fang Mo still looked at him when he spoke, "After thinking about it, something was wrong with you yesterday, you must have been sick again."

Xu Xiran didn't dare to speak, and forced herself to concentrate on the porridge in front of her.

He felt a little disturbed, but at the same time he felt very happy.In any case, Fang Mo still put him in his heart.

"It's so easy to get sick, and Bai has grown so big." Fang Mo said.

Xu Xiran didn't speak, but secretly raised her eyes to look at him.

When the autumn is approaching the evening, the sunlight is golden yellow, slanting in, along the outline of the bedroom window frame, dyeing Fang Mo's face with a small piece of bright color with neat edges.

From a distance of not too far, Xu Xiran had the illusion that he could clearly see the fine hairs on Fang Mo's cheek skin through that layer of light.

It looks so soft and so alluring.

Xu Xi then thought belatedly, as if he had never seen a boy with such good skin and flawless skin as Fang Mo.

I really want to touch it.

But not.

Xu Xiran looked away, raised her head and drank the rest of the porridge.

Fang Mo sat up straight, looked down at the phone: "Okay, take the medicine in 10 minutes."

Xu Xiran nodded: "I will remember, you go back first."

"...Why, drive me away?" Fang Mo was not happy, "I stay here, if you feel uncomfortable, can I still help?"

Xu Xiran thought to herself, it makes me uncomfortable if you keep yourself.

Fang Mo made his heart beat irregularly, and kept reminding him to recall what he did last night.He made him panic and made him feel infinitely inflated with guilt.

"If there's anything I can do to help, I'll just sweat it out after I sleep." Xu Xiran said.

Fang Mo said nothing.He frowned, didn't look at him, pursed his lips and pumped air into his cheeks, and then swallowed.

Xu Xiran felt that this was too much.It must be because this person is always doing some particularly cute gestures unconsciously, which led him to go astray.

Zou Shun said before that Fang Mo is a straight male killer.Xu Xiran can testify in person, it's not wrong at all.But this killer doesn't care about killing or burying him, and he doesn't make any sense.

"I don't have a bad fever," Xu Xiran tried to persuade him to go back, "I can't rest well with someone around."

Fang Mo snorted with his nose.

"Whatever you want," he said, standing up, "then I'm leaving."

Xu Xiran watched him move slowly all the way to the door of the dormitory, and suddenly felt very reluctant.Even if the fever is not high, people are inevitably vulnerable when they are sick, and they would prefer that the people they like can be with them.

Yes, the one I like.

Xu Xiran looked at his back, and said to himself again and again, the person he likes.

Fang Mo suddenly turned his head.

"You really don't want me to accompany you?" He asked.

Xu Xiran opened his mouth.Under the seemingly calm appearance, the two thoughts in my heart have been fighting for three hundred times.

"Really don't want it?" Fang Mo asked again.

"...If you want to stay, you can stay." Xu Xiran said.

Fang Mo smiled at him immediately: "I'll go down and bring up the computer first, you wait for me."

After taking the medicine, Xu Xiran lay down on the bed in a dazed state. Looking at Fang Mo's back and listening to the crackling typing in his ears, he gradually became sleepy, but he couldn't bear to sleep.

"Fang Mo." He whispered.

Fang Mo, who was busy with homework, immediately turned around after hearing the words: "What's the matter?"

"Why are you so nice to me?" he asked.

Fang Mo was taken aback.

"Why?" he asked again.

"...I am such a person who values ​​love and righteousness." Fang Mo said.

"Will you be so kind to Zou Shun?" Xu Xiran asked again.

Fang Mo laughed out loud when he heard the words: "He doesn't need me to be nice to him now. He is so sweet, he doesn't bother to talk to me anymore."

"Oh," Xu Xiran said, "you treat me well when he ignores you."

Fang Mo turned his whole body back: "What's the matter with you, you suddenly became a mother-in-law when you got sick."

Because I have another disease, Xu Xiran thought.

May be incurable.

He persisted and asked for the third time: "So why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because..." Fang Mo lowered his head, raised his hand and scratched his chin, his cheeks were faintly flushed, "We...we are good brothers."

Xu Xiran remained silent.

"Are you touched?" Fang Mo asked him.

"Yeah," Xu Xiran nodded, "I'm touched."

In addition to being moved, I also feel lost.

Fang Mo is really good.Now that I have such thoughts, I simply don't deserve to be valued by him so much.