Self-investment

A person with a high fever, the body temperature is extremely high, and the temperature in the mouth is also scorching, burning Luo Yimu's tongue, making her a little uncontrollable, she couldn't hold back, and almost peeled off Jian Ling, but she was rational Surviving, remembering that people who are sick can’t catch cold, stretched out their hands to her neckline and retracted them, and instead touched her side neck and earlobes, still emotionally moved, bit their tongue hard to restrain it, and pressed Holding Jian Ling's shoulders separated from her.

After parting, both of them were a little out of breath, Jian Ling's face had two bright red clouds, he couldn't tell whether it was a symptom of a high fever or the natural shyness that emerged when the love was strong, the water in his eyes glistened like a layer of mist Luo Yimu forcibly pushed her away just now, lying on her body dissatisfied and wanted to kiss her again, half of the quilt slipped from her upper body, and her fragrant shoulders were slightly exposed.

Luo Yimu was afraid that she would get worse if she caught a cold the second time, so he quickly pulled up the quilt, wrapped it tightly around her neck, and then put his arms around her, letting her lie on his chest with confidence.

The two cuddled together on the bed for a while. At around eight o'clock, Luo Yimu pressed his thin lips against Jian Ling's ear and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Jian Ling didn't speak, but leaned against her chest, shook her head, and after a few minutes, trembling, said: "Cold." Her throat had already started to hurt, and her chest was also being pulled and hurt. Dare to use force, the voice was thin and very small, like a mosquito, Luo Yimu heard it in his ears, as if he was suffering with her, his arms tightened again, and asked:

"Do you want me to bring another quilt?"

Unexpectedly, Jian Ling's cheeks puffed up, and he said childishly: "You are only allowed to hug me, not the quilt."

Luo Yimu couldn't help laughing, feeling sorry for Jian Ling's illness and suffering, while holding back a smile, thinking how this person was a hundred times cuter than usual when he was sick, and made him reluctant to let go when he hugged him, just wanting to hug him forever Hold her, melt her into his heart.

"Isn't this holding you?" Luo Yimu held her face in his arms and kissed her hard. When they parted, the air vibrated, and with a "boo", Jian Ling felt happy, and arched her in her arms, halfway Squinting and dozing off.

This was something unimaginable to Luo Yimu in the past. Letting her take the initiative to kiss her was like putting a knife on her neck, not to mention kissing so hard?The sound could be heard in the entire bedroom, that is to say, there was no one in the living room, or if anyone was in the living room, they would probably have heard Luo Yimu's kiss.

Fortunately, Guan Xu only knew that Luo Yimu had a sweet love life and a happy life recently, and Luo Yimu never shared the details with her, otherwise she would have become more sour, and her stomach would be full of sour water.

After another half an hour, Luo Yimu felt the temperature of the body in his arms gradually drop, his body was no longer hot, and his breathing became calmer. She knew that Jian Ling had fallen asleep, and the fever had finally subsided. Put half of one heart, put one hand on the back of Jane Ling's heart, one hand on the back of Jane Ling's head, and slowly put Jane Ling on the pillow, with careful and gentle movements, for fear of waking her up. She didn't sweat when she hugged her like an octopus. On the contrary, such a simple action already made her sweat profusely, and a dense layer of sweat oozed from her forehead.

Luo Yimu wiped it off carelessly, and tiptoed out of bed to finish cooking for Jian Ling, and closed the bedroom door behind him when he went out, fearing that his movements in the kitchen would disturb Jian Ling's hard-earned sleep.

Considering that people who are sick have a lot of taboos, have no appetite, make it too greasy to eat, and it is too bland and tasteless, and can't supplement nutrition, Luo Yimu thought for a while, and planned to make her a vegetable Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and then stir-fry a plate of cucumbers. The cucumbers are cut into thin slices. Before frying, they are specially salted with salt to remove excess water. Such cucumbers not only keep their beautiful bright green color after frying Ze, the taste is still fresh and crisp, and very salty and delicious, it is perfect as a side dish for sick people to accompany porridge.

The porridge needs to be boiled to make it soft and thick. It takes time and patience. After putting down the minced meat and stirring well, it needs to be simmered for another 10 minutes, then add chopped vegetables, chopped preserved eggs, shredded ginger, salt, and oil , when it was out of the pot, poured two drops of sesame oil on it, and the fragrance was so delicious that even Luo Yimu himself was hooked so much that his index finger twitched. , together with stir-fried cucumbers, brought them into the bedroom, and called Jian Ling to get up for dinner.

What she didn't know was that Jian Ling had already woken up.

People with a cold have difficulty breathing through their noses, which are uncomfortable when they sleep, and are easily woken up. When Jian Ling opened her eyes, she felt dizzy and felt that the objects in front of her were shaking. She rubbed her hands hard in her eyes to see clearly. Some, when they regained consciousness, they immediately realized that there was someone missing on the bed.

Where did Mumu go?

Jian Ling was taken aback for a moment, and with a strong nasal voice, he called out in a low, questioning voice: "Mumu?"

It's a pity that her voice was too low, and the bedroom door was closed. Luo Yimu was cooking in the kitchen, so he couldn't hear the movement in the bedroom at all.

Jian Ling covered his chest, frowned and coughed, cleared his throat, and shouted again: "Mumu!"

This time the sound was louder than before, but it was still useless due to the blocking of the door panel.

Jian Ling thought that after Luo Yimu put her to sleep, she ran away by herself, and her sadness increased sharply. Every joint in her body was sore, her nose was blocked, her throat was dry and sore, and even Even with every breath, the pain in my chest is unbearable. I am much more fragile than usual, and I am more cranky than usual. I love someone who is loved by no one, my mother doesn’t want me, my father loves my mother far more than myself, and I finally met Mumu who I like so much, she happens to like me too, and she’s not here yet, thinking about it, my eyes turn red , and soon filled with tears.

The teardrops were swirling in the eyes, and before they fell, there was a click, and the bedroom door was unlocked from the outside, and Luo Yimu pushed the door open and entered.

With tears in her eyes, Jian Ling vaguely saw Luo Yimu's familiar figure through the water curtain hanging on her eyelashes. He wiped it with the back of his hand, and grinned at Luo Yimu, "Mumu, so you didn't leave."

"Me? Where are you going?" Luo Yimu was surprised by Jian Ling's question. Seeing that Jian Ling's eyes were red and she was quietly wiping tears just now, he thought she was woken up by a nightmare, so he quickly put down the tray. , wrapped her in a quilt, "Are you having nightmares again? It's okay, dreams are all reversed, don't be afraid."

"No." Jian Ling scratched her head embarrassingly, "I thought you were gone, so... I couldn't hold back..."

After hearing this, Luo Yimu let out a soft snort, and stroked her soft hair, "I said I would stay with you, when did I lie to you?" I don't know if it was because of Jian Ling's illness, or because she was too young at the moment. The appearance of being too soft gave Luo Yimu the illusion that this person seemed to be sick even with his hair, which was much softer than usual, just like the fluff on an adult small animal, Luo Yimu couldn't bear to let it go.

Luo Yimu's palm was dry and warm, and Jian Ling felt comfortable with her touch, and he also took the initiative to put his head into her palm.

Luo Yimu seemed to see Jian Ling's invisible tail up in the air again and wagged happily.

She moved her hand away, thinking silently, it really was an illusion.

"Let's eat." Luo Yimu said.

Jian Ling shook her head, "I'm not hungry."

She only felt that the coating on her tongue was so bitter and numb, she couldn't taste any flavors, and her chest also hurt intermittently, swallowing her saliva was like scratching the esophagus with glass shards, and when she mentioned eating, she felt a little apprehensive.

Jian Ling is the one who is most afraid of pain, and now someone is pampering and caring for her, and she is even more unscrupulous, shaking her head firmly, "I don't want to eat." It is certain that Luo Yimu will not have the heart to force her.

Of course Luo Yimu couldn't bear to force her, but Jian Ling didn't expect that Luo Yimu's coaxing methods made her even more overwhelmed.

There was no table in the bedroom, so Luo Yimu touched Jian Ling's hair and was about to wash his hands. After washing his hands, he brought a square stool over, put the tray on the square stool, picked up the bowl and sat by the bed, Scooped a tablespoon of hot porridge, blew it half-warm, brought it to Jian Ling's mouth, and coaxed her softly: "Just take a bite, I boiled it for almost an hour, Ah Ling, please give me some face and try what it tastes like, I won't force you if you don't like it, okay?"

"I don't want to eat." Jian Ling drooped her eyebrows and her shoulders were broken, begging for mercy pitifully, "Mumu, I have a sore throat and I can't eat any more." His voice was so hoarse as if a wooden stubble had been brushed across it, Luo Yimu heard It hurts her to speak.

"I don't care if I feed you?" Luo Yimu tempted her.

"Feed by mouth?" Jian Ling said willfully.

Luo Yimu was slightly taken aback, she really never thought she would say this, "If you feed it with your mouth, you will eat it?"

"Yeah!" Jian Ling was full of anticipation, nodded vigorously, pulled the tendon connecting her throat to her chest, and there was another throbbing pain, grinning her teeth, with a particularly funny expression.

"Okay, I'll feed you."

Luo Yimu really picked up a piece of cucumber with chopsticks, held it between his teeth, leaned forward slightly, and brought it to Jian Ling's mouth.

Red lips, snow-white teeth, emerald green cucumbers, like the contrast of ruby, suet white jade and emerald, extremely beautiful, Jane saw it, her chest was hot, and she couldn't wait to move forward to grab Luo Yimu's teeth The cucumber slices in the middle, and her lower lip was sucked in her mouth by the way, the fresh and crisp taste, mixed with the dark fragrance that only belonged to Luo Yimu, which made Jian Ling intoxicated, hooked the greedy worms in her stomach When I got up, I felt hungry, chewed and swallowed the slice of cucumber, and then opened my mouth and said shamelessly: "I still want to eat."

"Eat the rest by yourself." Luo Yimu said with a smile, "I haven't eaten yet. Could it be that Ah Ling has the heart to let me feed myself and watch me starve?"

Jian Ling was sick, and his cunning continued, his eyeballs rolled quickly, and he smirked, "Amu, how about I feed you? Feed it with my mouth."

"You'd better finish your porridge honestly." Luo Yimu shook his head helplessly, set up a small folding table on the bed, put the porridge bowl in front of her, and took another bowl to drink himself.

Luo Yimu wasn't kidding, she was really hungry, she had lunch at twelve o'clock at noon, and when she arrived at the Internet cafe in the evening, she found that Jian Ling was ill, so she sent her to the hospital in fear, and then she slept with her and cooked for her. It has been more than nine hours without a drop of rice, and even the hardest man can't stand it.She ate in a hurry and finished a bowl of porridge in two or three mouthfuls.

Jian Ling ate at the same table with her, and she had always seen her eating elegantly, reserved and reserved, but it was the first time she saw her gobbling a bit, knowing that she had survived until now to take care of herself, she felt guilty, and secretly scolded herself for what she was doing. So ignorant, Mumu has been tormented by himself like this, and he still wants to torment her, he is simply a white-eyed wolf who doesn't know how to be grateful!There were no moths at the moment, and he silently picked up the bowl to drink the porridge by himself, and took two bites of side dishes from time to time.

With food in his stomach, Jian Ling gradually felt hungry. After eating the thick and moist porridge, his throat was not burdened, but because of the warmth and moisture, he felt more comfortable than before. The stir-fried cucumber tasted refreshing and delicious. After dinner, Jian Ling drank a bowl of porridge, licked his lips, and couldn't help but want to drink another bowl. It happened that Luo Yimu had also finished his second bowl, so he went to serve two more bowls. It is half full, and there is no rush to sit and eat slowly.

After eating a plate of side dishes, and the porridge in the pot bottomed out, Jian Ling's belly became round, sweating all over, and her nose cleared up. She leaned on the back of the bed contentedly and patted her belly, "It smells so good."

Except for Luo Yimu, I am afraid that there is no one else who can cook the sick meal so deliciously.

Luo Yimu smiled, took away the small table on the bed together with the bowls and chopsticks tray, washed it with his hands, and wiped the pot table clean, then returned to the bedroom with a basin of hot water, wiped Jian Ling's body, and by the way After changing clothes, after all this, I went to take a shower myself.

After washing off the sweat and exhaustion, she felt refreshed. When she entered the bedroom again, Jian Ling was half-nuggling on the bed and brushing her phone. Seeing her coming in, she quickly lifted the quilt and patted her side to signal her to come in.

Luo Yimu got in, tucked the corner of the quilt carefully, and made sure that no air would leak in, then hugged Jian Ling's shoulders, and chatted with her on the bed.

"I'm sorry." Jian Ling leaned on her shoulder and said in a hoarse voice.

Luo Yimu smiled and asked, "Why do you apologize?"

"I have a bad temper today, and I have tormented you."

After Jian Ling ate two bowls of hot porridge, the discomfort in her body was much relieved, and her expression became clearer. She remembered that when she had a fever, she and Luo Yimu had quarreled, cried, and played tantrums. Unable to hold back, shame welled up in his heart, and he apologized to Luo Yimu with a thin red face.

"I'm not angry." Luo Yimu smiled softly, "So you don't have to apologize."

"I'm usually...not like this, I don't know what happened today..."

Jian Ling usually doesn't like to cry. She was bullied before, knocked out her teeth and swallowed blood, but she couldn't shed a single tear. She cried several times this night, and she seemed to be particularly vulnerable when she was around Luo Yimu.

In fact, it is very easy to be unscrupulous.

Jian Ling never cried in the past, because who can she listen to when she cries?A child who is loved by no one, crying will only make those who bully her laugh and feel more complacent.

Now there is the best Mumu in the world who loves her and spoils her, and feels sorry for her tears. Jian Ling knows from the bottom of her heart that Luo Yimu will never laugh at herself, but only feels sorry for her tears, so To cry so unscrupulously in her arms.

On the one hand, Jian Ling was embarrassed, but on the other hand she liked Luo Yimu very much, and complained in her heart that she was being arrogant because Luo Yimu liked her, so she couldn't bear to say half a word, so she acted like a baby in front of Luo Yimu. It's lawless, and she doesn't think about Mumu at all.

For example, when eating dinner, I can't remember Mumu's stomach that has been hungry for more than nine hours, and I still want to play my temper willfully. What if Mumu's stomach is starved?

Thinking of this, Jian Ling felt extremely regretful, feeling that she was the most selfish person in the world, Mumu had paid so much for her, and she didn't know to think about Mumu at all.

Likes are very selfish, mostly from their own point of view, and rarely consider the feelings of the other half.

Love is selfless, you only want to be good to the other party, consider the other party's grievances a lot, start to know how to reflect on yourself, and feel sorry for the other party.

Jian Ling used to like Luo Yimu very much, but before he knew it, his feelings for Luo Yimu had changed from liking to love, so he always saw his own shortcomings and began to think of Luo Yimu.

I just don't know when I will have the courage to say the word "love".

Jian Ling is too inferior in front of Luo Yimu, and always feels that she is not suitable for expressing love to Luo Yimu with her previous flirtatiousness.

And Luo Yimu was timid because he was afraid of scaring Jian Ling away, so he didn't dare to speak first.

One thinks he is a master in love, and the other is a first taste of love. Both of them are cautiously trying to get closer to each other. The closer they get, the more timid they become, and they are afraid of hurting each other.

But what does it matter, anyway, they can stick together for a long time.

Maybe by that time all the teeth will be gone, and it will be another fun for two old ladies to hold hands and recall their young love under the sunset.

"Mumu, I will treat you well, just like you treat me." Jian Ling hugged Luo Yimu and said.

"I believe you."

Jian Ling's slick tongue plays in the world, many people call her a "liar", only Luo Yimu can boldly say "I believe you" without any scruples.

The two embraced and fell asleep, and snow fell outside the house.

The first snow of this winter came without warning.

At first it was just two small snowflakes, which melted before they hit the ground. Later, the eaves were covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and then the snowflakes all over the sky floated down, like a layer of cotton wool floating in the air. When I opened the curtains, I realized that everything outside the window was covered by heavy snow. The road, trees, and roofs were all white, pure and flawless, like a layer of sweet cotton candy covering the earth.

Luo Yimu thought this way, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled, thinking that the influence is really subtle, in the eyes of himself in the past, snow was snow, white and cool, how could there be so many wonderful metaphors, Describing Snow as sweet cotton candy is clearly something Jian Ling would do.

Luo Yimu doesn't know whether Jian Ling likes snow or not, but such pure snow is rare. Luo Yimu has been in Jinling for seven years, and it's only the second time he saw it. She walked to Jian Ling's bed and leaned over her neck. After scratching it, he blew and said, "Ah Ling, it's snowing."

"It's snowing?" Jian Ling opened her eyes excitedly when she heard that, and jumped to the side of the bed. Luo Yimu hurriedly took a coat and put it on for her.

"Wow, it's really snowing, so beautiful." Jian Ling lay on the windowpane like a child, her eyes reflected the snow, she was fascinated by it.

She loved snow when she was a child.

The snowman he built was very beautiful because of his father's handiness. Every year when it snowed, he always built a snowman in the yard. Those were the few happy times in Jane Ling's childhood.

Later, her father passed away, and there was no one to accompany her to build a snowman.

Besides, she has grown up too, so she doesn't have this interest.

"Mumu, shall we go build a snowman?" Jian Ling hadn't played this way for many years, but today, for some reason, his hands suddenly started to itch again.

"No." Luo Yimu refused without even thinking about it, "Your cold hasn't healed yet, do you want to get sicker? Wait until you get better before going to play."

"But the snow melted when he was cured..."

"You are a native of Jinling, why don't you know more about the weather in Jinling than I do?" Luo Yimu carried her off the window sill, stuffed her into the bed, and laughed at her, "When did you see that Jinling would only sleep in winter?" A snow? Don't worry, this snow has melted, and it will definitely fall again. Then I will accompany you to play, okay?"

After thinking about it, Jian Ling felt that what Luo Yimu said made sense, so he reluctantly agreed.

Illnesses come and go like a mountain, but Jianling is in good health, and it takes about half a month to recover from an illness. She thinks that this year is not the year of her birth, so why is she so unlucky? Bones, just two days later, I had another bad cold. This year's Chinese New Year must be a good way to set off some firecrackers, bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, and remove the bad luck.

When the illness was about to recover, the legal subpoena arrived, notifying Jianling of the time for the first court session.

Holding the subpoena, Jian Ling felt heavy in her heart. Fortunately, Luo Yimu was by her side to reassure her, and she was not as panic-stricken as when she first heard the news.

"I... I have never been to the court. Do I have to wear formal clothes for the court session? What should I do if I don't?" Jian Ling was still a little flustered. Luo Yimu was cooking, and she suddenly ran over to ask her without thinking. Luo Yimu was amused.

"There is no strict requirement, you can wear whatever you want." After speaking, Luo Yimu looked at Jian Ling's purple hair.

She hasn't been trimmed and cared for for a long time, her hair has grown a lot, the root of her hair is black, mixed with purple-gray, no matter how you look at it, it is not serious, Luo Yimu thought, with this hair, it is probably illegal to wear a black suit The sense of harmony is stronger, it is better to wear it as comfortable as possible.

"Wear whatever you want?" Jian Ling chuckled, "Is it okay not to wear it?"

Luo Yimu pointed her wet finger at the tip of her nose, "You're talking nonsense again."

After thinking for a while, he said again: "You can only show me the way you don't wear anything."

"Hey, Mumu, you've learned how to speak glibly now, this is called near vermilion zhechi."

"Clearly it's the one who is close to the ink and black."

In fact, Luo Yimu couldn't see Jian Ling's nervousness, he deliberately said a few relaxing words to make her relax a bit.

No matter how reluctant Jian Ling was, the day of the first court hearing had arrived.

She had just recovered from a serious illness, and Luo Yimu wanted to wrap her in three layers, a woolen sweater over the thermal clothing, a woolen coat over the woolen sweater, and a down jacket wrapped in the woolen coat, the whole body was snow-white, It was as long as the ankles, and wrapped Jian Ling like a big moving snowman. After getting on the car, Jian Ling was so hot that he took off several layers, and had to put on layers after getting off the car.

She wore so much that she couldn't even bend down, and the zipper of the down jacket couldn't be closed. After getting off the car, Luo Yimu squatted on the ground to help her pull the zipper up to her chin, making it airtight.

"Actually, I really don't need to wear so many..." Jian Ling said helplessly.

"If you don't wear it this time, if you catch a cold next time, I don't care about you."

With a clear mind, Jian Ling said with a smile, "You're not willing to part with it."