Imperceptibly

On October [-]rd, the school starts.

Ning Anzhi sat in his seat early in the morning, and he hated the thought of facing Su Yihong again.I don't know whether to hate Su Yihong or hate himself.But Su Yihong didn't come all day.

On October [-]th, Su Yihong still didn't come.Ning Anzhi was a little panicked. Could it be that Su Yihong hated him so much that he didn't want to go to school anymore.

On October 1th, You Wei went around to Su Yihong's seat and asked Ning Anzhi, "Why hasn't he come for several days?" After making a phone call: "Su Yihong, why didn't you come to class?" Su Yihong over there was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, and said with difficulty to text him. One minute later, You Wei received a message: I have a bad cold and can't speak.Come back to class when you are done.You Wei had no choice but to reply: Then you should have a good rest.

After Su Yihong was brought home by his father, his father even found cold medicine for him to eat.But helplessly, the alcohol and the autumn wind blowing by the river, even the most energetic young people can't stand it.The next day, Su Zhian went on a business trip early in the morning because of some problems with the project he was in charge of. Before going out, he repeatedly told his son that he must take medicine and eat.Since Su Yihong was no longer in charge, and because of this incident with Ning An, he just lay on the bed and spent a few days in a daze.During the period, I also had a few dreams, always dreaming of Ning Anzhi, sometimes two people walking, sometimes kissing.For three consecutive days, the condition became more and more serious.

After Ning Anzhi learned that Su Yihong was ill, he found an excuse to ask Yuan Guoqiang for leave, left the school, and took a taxi directly to Su Yihong's community.He hates himself a little bit, thinking that he is so cheap, no one pays attention to you, what are you doing here!But the moment the ill Su Yihong opened the door for him, he felt that he had come to the right place.

The person in front of him had difficulty even standing still, his eyes were black and blue, his face was thinner, and he looked very pitiful.What's even more pitiful is that Su Yihong couldn't even speak.

He asked, "Have you taken your medicine?" The other party shook his head.

He asked again: "Have you eaten yet?" The other party shook his head again.

Ning Anzhi turned and left without saying a word, leaving Su Yihong alone in the living room with a splitting headache.Probably because he was sick and confused, he didn't know what Ning Anzhi was doing here, and he didn't know why he was a little happy to see Ning Anzhi coming.However, this person left again, he sat on the sofa in a daze, with a headache...

Within half an hour, Ning Anzhi came back again.He picked up a vegetable porridge and handed it to Su Yihong.Su Yihong looked at him as if waking up from a dream, it turned out that he was going to buy food.Su Yihong sat at the table and ate porridge bite by bite. He hadn't had a comfortable meal in three days, so it's really good to have a bite of porridge now.While he was eating porridge, Ning Anzhi went into the kitchen with pears and rock sugar, opened Baidu, and searched for how to make soup.

But an hour later, there was a bowl of Rock Sugar Pear Soup in front of Su Yihong, which tasted very sweet, very good.During this period, the two of them didn't say a word, probably because Su Yihong was speechless.

Ning An knew that Su Yihong in front of him was drinking soup with his head bowed, his long eyelashes fluttering, and he couldn't help reaching out to touch Su Yihong's face.As soon as he touched Su Yihong, the latter suddenly looked up at him, and Ning An stopped in embarrassment.He didn't want to do anything, but Su Yihong was sick, and he wanted to touch and hug him.

Su Yihong looked at Ning Anzhi's hurt and forbearing expression, and his mood was extremely chaotic.If he didn't like Ning Anzhi, why would he open the door to let him in, how could he allow him to stay in his home for so long, but they are all men, what should we do?