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When Fu Mingyuan received a call from his aunt, he had just finished filming the rain scene.

In order not to overwhelm the camera, Fu Mingyuan only wore two old civilian clothes, and took three additional shots of the rain.

At this moment, his clothes were already half-wet, the water soaked into the nape of his neck from the tips of his hair, and the clothes stuck to his body, the lines of his back looming.

Fortunately, the clothes are relatively thick, and I can't see anything else.

Even so, the few staff members next to him blushed and their hearts beat.

"Brother Fu's figure is too perfect."

"Woooooo how can you be so handsome!"

"Brother Fu's shoulders must be very comfortable to lean on!"

"..."

Ji Yin, who was reciting the lines next to her, dragged her small bench to the front of several female staff members, and smiled sweetly at them.

The staff were immediately diverted.

Ji Yin clenched his fist, little brother, I can only help you so far.

......

As soon as the director yelled, Du Jing handed Fu Mingyuan a cup of hot ginger tea, put a towel and coat on him, and pulled him back to take a hot bath.

Fu Mingyuan's complexion was a little red, but his steps were still steady, his back was straight, his brows were slightly frowned, and his hands trembled slightly when he held the ginger tea.

Except for being a little wet, the shade brought by the evening wind is still tolerable.

I just went to the temporary clothing room to change into dry clothes, and my body never warmed up.

"I have to take such close-up shots, and I'm not afraid of freezing you out." On the way back, Du Jing kept complaining.

Fu Mingyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, frowning slightly, without making a sound.

It's just that my throat was a little itchy, so I drank a few mouthfuls of ginger tea to dispel the chill.

Before the two returned to their place of residence, Fu Mingyuan's phone rang.

It was my aunt at home calling.

When the aunt spoke, there was a bit of crying, her tone was too urgent, and her expression was not very clear. Du Jing could only faintly hear the words "Mingli", "Injured", and "Fighting".

Fu Mingyuan's brows were frowned, and the redness on his cheeks that were cold and red gradually faded, and his footsteps stopped.

After listening to the auntie, he comforted the auntie a few words, thanked her again, and then hung up the phone.

"Please take a leave of absence, I have to go home." Fu Mingyuan coughed lightly, twitched his fingers on the sides of his legs, with some worry in his eyes, he pursed his lips tightly and didn't say anything, and walked directly towards the director.

Du Jing could roughly guess what was going on.

Fu Mingli probably got into a fight.

The two were still at odds. Although Fu Mingli was not very obedient before, he was not good at fighting.

On the way to contact the driver and drive, Du Jing saw that his aunt had sent him a message after six o'clock. At that time, he had been staring at Fu Mingyuan's filming scene in the rain, and didn't pay attention to the phone message.

Du Jing was a little annoyed.

Because Fu Mingyuan had previously agreed to the director's next film, and today he filmed the more difficult rain scene, the director readily agreed to his leave, and at the same time told Fu Mingyuan to pay attention to his body.

It's such a cold day, I just got caught in the rain, so I need to rest well so as not to catch a cold.

On the way back, Du Jing told him about the text message.

The aunt said that it was Fu Mingli who hadn't come back for dinner, so he went out to look for him.

Fu Mingyuan sat quietly in the back row, propped his forehead with one hand, and pressed his thumb on his temple, suppressing the faint headache. After a long silence, he asked, "Am I being too harsh on Mingli?"

Du Jing was looking for Banlangen and cold medicine in his bag. Fu Mingyuan's voice was too hoarse when he spoke, and there were faint signs of a cold.

Just drinking ginger tea is useless, and I haven't taken a hot bath, so I still have to take medicine.

Hearing his words, Du Jing leaned on the back of the co-pilot's seat and sighed: "Mingli is only 14 years old, and he can still be forgiven for doing something wrong, but he just needs a little lesson."

"If he really fails at learning, it's not your problem. Just close the door and educate him again. Children will never go anywhere. Don't you always treat Mingli as an adult, he It's still young after all."

Du Jing feels like an old mother now.

Alas, the two parents of the Fu family, what kind of free-range method did they adopt?

The younger brother is about to raise a son.

Fu Mingyuan moved his fingers, hummed, and took the cold medicine that Du Jing handed over.

Fu Mingli was directly sent to the hospital by his aunt.

Probably because he didn't expect to be met by his aunt when he left school, Fu Mingli wanted to run away at first.

He is now in a state of embarrassment, his appearance is sloppy, and he still looks like that young master who is usually bluffing.

But failed to run.

One is that his legs are inconvenient, and the other is that Auntie is an expert at grabbing a lot of things during the big sales in the supermarket. Strength and speed are both indispensable.

After being caught, Fu Mingli couldn't run away anymore.

What's more, we should respect the old and love the young, and we can't still struggle under the hands of our aunt, what should we do if we hurt someone.

The thought dissipated as soon as I got to the hospital.

Because the strength of the aunt holding his shoulder is too great!Shoulder feels like it's going to break.

Fu Mingli bit his lower lip, subconsciously licking the blood on his lips.

The aunt rushed to the doctor in the emergency room, shed tears, and begged the doctor to save her child.

Fortunately, there were no other patients in the emergency room when I went there. The doctor saw that she was in a hurry, and really thought it was something serious.

As a result, Fu Mingli could run and jump.

Walking with a limp is because of some bruises on his legs, which hurt a little. The young master has never suffered from physical pain, so he couldn't hold back for a while, and became a little lame.

There was only a little bit of broken skin on the face, and a little blood oozing out.

Doctor:……

The doctor still conscientiously arranged the ward for the patient and arranged for the filming.

Fu Mingli was lying on the bed in the ward, because his aunt was afraid that his leg would be broken, so she asked the doctor to hang his leg up until the film came out and he was sure he was all right.

Fu Mingli lay on the hospital bed without saying a word, and he refused to say what happened today. He tightly clutched the strap of his schoolbag, refusing to let go.

With his appearance, Auntie couldn't say anything.

I just went to get him something to eat, told him to go to bed early at night, and leave the hospital tomorrow.

When Fu Mingyuan came, it was already past two o'clock in the morning.

The night road is not easy to walk, so I wasted a little time.

Auntie leaned on the chair at the door of the ward, covered with a padded jacket, and slept very vigilantly.

Hearing footsteps, he immediately woke up.

Fu Mingyuan nodded to her and thanked her.

The aunt pointed to the ward: "Eat something and go to sleep, then I will go back first, sir."

Auntie yawned, she had to go back and make breakfast.

It's uncomfortable to sleep on a chair.

Fu Mingyuan responded.

Du Jing sent his aunt home.

It's too late now, and Auntie is not safe alone.

After the people left, Fu Mingyuan stood at the door for a while, and only entered the ward after the chill from his body dissipated.

The lights in the ward were not turned on, and the temperature of the air conditioner was turned on very high, making it a bit stuffy.

When Fu Mingyuan stepped in, he felt dizzy for a moment.

Maybe it's because of the long ride.

He took off his coat and walked lightly.

He didn't go to see Fu Mingli directly, but sat on the chair next to him for a while, his body was still cold.

The palms of the hands are hot, and I can't feel any difference when I put them on the forehead, but I feel a little dizzy and have a headache after riding in the car, and I don't quite adapt to the sweltering heat in the room.

After a long time, Fu Mingli, who had been bored under the blanket, moved, kicked the blanket, and asked carefully in a low voice, "Brother...is that you?"

Fu Mingyuan pinched his brows, and subconsciously frowned when he heard Fu Mingli's voice.

The words of accusation reached his lips and he swallowed them again. He hummed and walked to the edge of the hospital bed.

Fu Mingli sat up from the bed, saw his brother's figure vaguely through the moonlight seeping in from the window, burst into tears, sobbed and reached out to hug Fu Mingyuan's waist.

"Brother, don't want me!"

"I'm going to get the photo back. Don't send me away. I will be obedient in the future and won't make mistakes again. Brother, I don't want to go to my parents."

"Don't want me..."

He was crying out of breath. After Fu Mingyuan left that day, he cried for a long time alone.

But there was no one at home, Fu Mingyuan didn't even tell him not to cry, and just left like that.

Fu Mingli felt too sad.

Compared with his parents who only occasionally called home to care about them these years, the person he cares about is his brother.

Over the years, it was Fu Mingyuan who grew up with him the most.

It was Fu Mingyuan who taught him the principles of life.

Fu Mingli couldn't imagine what his brother would do if he really didn't want to take care of him.

The next day, Fu Mingli lost face and went to ask the classmates he sent the photos for autographed photos, and gave other things as compensation.

Several people are still good, and they are all willing to return them.

As for what they said behind their backs, Fu Mingli no longer cared.

The more difficult thing was that two cards were given to students from other classes. After Fu Mingli communicated with them for several days, they were unwilling to return them for free and insisted on Fu Mingli giving money.

Fu Mingli originally thought that this was reasonable.

After all, the things he gave away belonged to others in their hands.

He gave the money very happily, but the two men went back on their promises and got worse.

So there is today's fight.

Fu Mingli grew up with Fu Mingyuan since he was a child, and he was often forced to exercise his body, and his strength was not small. Those two people were not his opponents at all.

The photo was also taken back by him.

Fu Mingyuan's body was a little stiff, except for hugging Fu Mingli when he was a child, it had been a long time since he had contact at such a distance like now.

In particular, Fu Mingli was crying so much that his nose and tears rubbed on his body.

He raised his hand uncomfortably, and after a long time, he rubbed Fu Mingli's head twice.

Fu Mingli hiccupped and cried louder.

Fu Mingyuan frowned and patted him on the back: "Don't disturb others' rest."

Fu Mingli sobbed twice, and then he let out a cry, and the tears stopped immediately.

Fu Mingyuan pushed the person away from him, took two pieces of paper from the bedside table, and wiped his tears with his head down.

"Fighting because of the photo?"

Fu Mingli pursed his lips: "No, because they deceive people too much."

He whispered what the two hated.

Fu Mingyuan stood beside the bed for a while, his figure reflected by the moonlight.

Fu Mingli couldn't see his brother's expression clearly, but his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Where did you go wrong?" After a while, Fu Mingyuan asked him.

His voice was much hoarse than before, and even his nose was not smooth, with a slight nasal sound.

Fu Mingli was actually tired at the moment, and he couldn't fall asleep all night. He didn't hear the strangeness in his brother's voice, and just answered in a low voice with his head down.

"You shouldn't come into your room without authorization, and you shouldn't give your things to others without permission."

"You shouldn't fight with others, either."

He grabbed the quilt and yawned.

Fu Mingyuan pulled the collar of his clothes.

"Turn around."

Fu Mingli let out an ah.

But still turned around obediently.

Then he was pressed on the shoulder by his brother.

In the next second, through the quilt, something hit his pi and gu.

Fu Mingli:! ! !

The first time I was beaten since I was a child! ! !

Fu Mingli didn't dare to struggle.

His brother hit too hard.

He wanted to cry again, his face turned red with embarrassment.

He is a little man, how could he be beaten pi and gu!

"I'm angry, not because you took away the photo." Fu Mingyuan took Fu Mingli's shoes, and he held back a little effort.

Since he was a child, he had never been rough on Fu Mingli, and Fu Mingyuan's temples hurt even more.

"You are 14 years old, you should have a correct concept, what to do, what not to do, you can't take other people's things without permission, you already know it."

"I knew it was wrong, but I still did it."

"Brother, I won't do it in the future, I promise I won't! You... You hit it softly!" It really hurts, it hurts more than being punched!

He still thinks it is better to copy Zizhitongjian.

The strength of Fu Mingyuan's subordinates was a little lighter, but they still didn't stop.

"The problem of fighting."

Fu Mingyuan paused, pinched the center of his eyebrows with his left hand, and almost lost his footing.

"I won't fight after I know I'm wrong! You didn't let me exercise to make me fight!" Fu Mingli crawled forward.

"Justifiable defense is right." Fu Mingyuan put the shoes back to their original position, and helped Fu Mingli tuck the quilt back.

"Next time if this happens, tell me or the teacher."

"You can't guarantee that you won't get hurt."

Fu Mingyuan walked out.

It was too stuffy in the ward.

Fu Mingli snorted, and got under the quilt, but still couldn't hold back, pouted his pi and gu, raised his upper body, and watched his brother go out.

When he reached the door of the ward, Fu Mingyuan stopped again.

"Send you to your parents."

Fu Mingli tightened his grip on the quilt.

"I was wrong, and I apologize to you."

"Go to sleep."

Compared with the seriousness and calmness towards Fu Mingli on weekdays, Fu Mingyuan seems to be a little gentler tonight.

After saying this, he closed the door.

After leaving the ward, without the dull air-conditioning atmosphere, Fu Mingyuan felt that his breathing became easier.

He put on his coat, sat on the chair outside, and straightened his back as usual.

With his head down, he rested his forehead with one hand and pressed it twice.

The corners of the lips that had been tense finally relaxed.

……

When Shen Qi came over, Fu Mingyuan was still leaning on the chair and falling asleep.

Even if he sleeps like this, he just leans the back of his head against the wall and puts his hands neatly on his knees.

He didn't sleep very well, his brows were wrinkled, his face was flushed unnaturally, and his breathing was a little rough.

Du Jing handed Shen Qi the breakfast made by his aunt, and took Fu Mingli's portion into the ward.

It's still early, and the doctor hasn't come to make rounds yet.

Fu Mingli didn't wake up either.

Almost the moment Shen Qi sat next to Fu Mingyuan, Fu Mingyuan opened his eyes.

His eyes were still bloodshot from lack of sleep, he turned his head slightly, and squinted his eyes when he saw a familiar face.

Before Shen Qi could speak, the next second he stretched out his right hand and directly grabbed the back of the opponent's head.

The movements were not as light as usual, with a hint of coercion.

The temperature on his lips was also a little hot, even the tip of his tongue was a little hot, giving Shen Qi the illusion that he was about to be torn apart and swallowed.

The palms covering the back of his head were also hot. They ran along his hair, pressed the back of his neck, and pressed the person to his side again.

Shen Qi was forced to tug on his collar, and his fingertips touched the uncovered part of the other's collar, and his trembling eyelids that were originally closed were raised.

It's too hot.

The nurse's voice was faintly heard.

A patient call rang from the nurse's station around the corner.

When they parted, Shen Qi's coat was messed up.

Fu Mingyuan seemed to have noticed only now that he was not hallucinating.

The warm fingertips passed over the corners of the boy's eyes that were red from the kiss just now, and pressed on it.

"Why are you here?" Fu Mingyuan's voice was completely hoarse, but his nasal sound was gone, and the dark circles under his eyes were somewhat obvious.

There was still an unnatural blush on his face, and the corners of his lips were slightly torn.

Shen Qi clicked his tongue, and licked the corners of his lips that had been bruised due to too much intensity just now, there was a faint taste of blood.

"If I don't come again, I won't even know that my boyfriend is lying in the hospital corridor."

In the morning, Du Jing called him and told him that Fu Mingyuan came back in the middle of the night to take care of his younger brother. Before he came back, he had filmed a scene in the rain, and he might have caught a cold.

Fortunately, Shen Qi got up early these days and didn't cut off Du Jing's phone call as a junk call, otherwise he might have actually seen the news that his boyfriend collapsed in the hospital corridor because of a high fever on Weibo trending searches.

"Huh?" Fu Mingyuan rubbed his hair, then turned his head and kissed the young man's forehead.

Shen Qi grabbed his hot wrist and sighed, frowning: "Do you know you have a fever?"

He put his cool palm on Fu Mingyuan's forehead.

Some of the inexplicable enthusiasm on Fu Mingyuan's body was dispelled.

Shen Qi wiped his forehead with his fingertips.

"Here." Cheek.

"Here." The tip of the nose.

"Here." Chin.

"It's all hot."

"Brother, aren't you an expert in health preservation for the elderly? Why don't you care about being sick here?" Shen Qi was actually a little angry, but when he saw the obvious fatigue in Fu Mingyuan's eyes, the anger dissipated.

While tugging on Fu Mingyuan's wrist, he pressed his forehead against Fu Mingyuan's.

Before he could leave, the back of his head was pressed again, and he was kissed on the lips.

"Well, you're here." Fu Mingyuan seemed to be thinking a few beats slower.

The hand placed on the back of Shen Qi's head unconsciously ran along his soft hair.

Du Jing who just came out: ...

He looked around, but fortunately, the ward was relatively remote, and no one saw them here.

He called Shen Qi here to take care of others, not to let you openly flirt in the corridor!

Du Jing slammed the door of the ward, and pushed back Fu Mingli who followed behind him.

"Your brother is not feeling well, will you go back with me first?"

Fu Mingli snorted, a little unhappy.

But still nodded, a little worried.

"Is my brother outside? Is it because I am not feeling well? Is it because of me..."

He lowered his head with a slightly remorseful look.

Du Jing sighed, and it wasn't all because of Fu Mingli, but seeing the child's self-blame appearance and his limping walking, the original thought of blaming him was gone.

Fu Mingli wanted to hold the door and look out again: "I just saw someone else was there, is it my brother's friend?"

"I haven't seen my brother get sick yet, otherwise I'll stay and take care of my brother?"

Du Jing: ...

have to.

The feeling is that I have never seen your brother get sick.

That's your future sister-in-law. I'm afraid you won't want to go to school today after seeing her.

In the end, Fu Mingyuan was directly admitted to Fu Mingli's ward.

He is a public figure, once he is photographed in the hospital, he does not know how much public opinion will be aroused.

Du Jing first went to send Fu Mingli back to school. His injury may not be as serious as his brother's.

He went back to the hospital again and greeted the medical staff on this floor, hoping that they would keep Fu Mingyuan's whereabouts a secret.

This time Fu Mingyuan directly burned to 39 degrees.

It's no wonder that people are not sober, and they directly recognized Shen Qi as a hallucination.

People who have never been sick since childhood fell ill all of a sudden, without even being aware of it.

With water hanging on Fu Mingyuan's right hand, he slept more peacefully with his eyes closed.

A little sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.

Shen Qi sat beside the hospital bed, and reached out to touch his forehead.

Much better than in the morning.

He yawned, lowered his head and sent a message to Lu Tun.

Ye Lai is going to move in today, let Lu Tun arrange it, by the way, after the settlement is settled, the three of them will train together.

Lu Tun, who just got up from the bed, saw the news and felt that his good days were really over.

Woooooo idols are too strict.

After sending the message, Shen Qi went on to see Fu Mingyuan.

In order to make him sweat, the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was turned on high, Shen Qi was only wearing a thin T-shirt and could not feel the coldness.

And Fu Mingyuan was covered with two quilts.

As if feeling too hot, he frowned and moved, but he still didn't push the quilt away.

Shen Qi stared at his eyebrows and eyes for a while, then took a photo of him and set it as his chat background.

How can he be so handsome even when he is asleep when he is sick.

Shen Qi brushed over the dark circles under his eyes, chuckled lightly, lowered his head, and kissed him on the cheek.

By the way, I took a selfie.

Sunlight slanted in from the window and reflected on the quilt.

Shen Qi's hand was tightly held by Fu Mingyuan.