together for a moment

Holding an umbrella and watching others open the door with their own keys, this scene is as strange as it sounds, but Zhao Yimu seems to be doing nothing wrong, Nick shook his head, thinking that he probably really had a fever.

Zhao Yimu opened the door and said, "Go in."

With his head throbbing and throbbing, he gave up thinking dizzily, obediently entered the door, and watched Zhao Yimu follow in and close the door.

Nick's house is a single-family two-story building. There is a small yard when you enter the gate. The yard is not big but there is a pond and many flowers and plants. It should be a very ingenious yard, but now no one appreciates it due to strong wind and rain Mood.

Nick opened the inner door and let Zhao Yimu go in first. When they entered the room, they were covered in moisture. Nick found a big towel for him, and Zhao Yimu wiped it on his head and face casually, "Leave me alone, go wash first." I took a hot bath, my whole body is wet, and I still have a cold.”

Nick went into the room and looked for a change of clothes, "Honestly, I'm fine. I haven't finished taking the medicine for fever a few days ago. I'll just swallow two pills and get some sleep." He slipped into the bathroom and closed the door to mend Then he said, "Go home before the wind and rain get worse."

Zhao Yimu heard him close the door with a slam, and looked around the room. The overall appearance was neat and clean, but judging from the dying small potted plants, the unturned calendar and the overripe apples in the fruit basket, it seemed that Nick was at home. It's not long, probably the house is used as a hotel, purely for the function of coming back to sleep and take a shower.

He went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There were not many things in it and some of them had expired. The only things that could be used were eggs and onions. There were still some frozen wontons in the freezer. Zhao Yimu took out all the ingredients that could be used to see what he could cook. .

As soon as Nick opened the door after taking a shower, he could smell the aroma of food. It was faint, but for a person who only had breakfast sandwiches and coffee today, it was enough to whet his appetite.He smelled the fragrance and went to the kitchen to lean against the door frame. He saw Zhao Yimu scooping noodles into the pot, but he didn't feel that it was inconsistent at all.

"Washed?" Zhao Yimu turned his head to see him, smiled and said, "There are too few things in the refrigerator, so I can only order wonton noodles and fried onion eggs. You go and dry your hair first, and you will be fine soon. "

Nick sniffed, and staggered back to the bathroom to blow his hair, unable to figure out why he obeyed Zhao Yimu's words.

His hair was almost blown, and he walked back to the dining table. The pasta and scrambled eggs with onions had just been brought to the table, puffing out white smoke and heat.

How long has it been since there was such a scene at home, where smoking hot dishes were served in bowls and plates, he went abroad to study in college, and this is what he dreamed of in the middle of the night. The lights enveloped the family of three.

Since his mother had a stroke, the family has changed from three to two. He seldom opened a business and ordered takeaway. When he returned to China, he would bring dishes to the hospital with his father to reunite with his mother. Now that his father is gone, his mother is not in good condition. Soak a noodle for the first time and swallow it whole for a meal.

Nick rubbed his nose and sat down, looking down at the ordinary dishes, full of thoughts, he didn't move his chopsticks for a long time.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Yimu looked at the shabby dishes on the table, and he assessed that it might not be appetizing, "Why don't you order some takeaway? But the delivery may be suspended in typhoon days."

"No, that's good, I just sigh for a long time when I haven't seen something hot and fresh on this table." Nick took a sip of the hot soup with a spoon and sighed contentedly, "It's delicious. "

Haven't cooked anything for a long time?

Zhao Yimu remembered that Brother Li said that Nick had a sick mother, so what about his father?He is the only one at home now?What about debt?

There are a lot of questions I want to ask, but I don't want to spoil his mood when watching Nick eat noodles with half his face buried in the bowl.

"My cooking skills are average. You have lost your sense of taste after eating too much instant noodles." When Zhao Yimu was cooking noodles, he saw that there were bags of instant noodles in the kitchen trash can. "Eat less of those things, they are all processed ingredients."

"Hey, I'm pretty particular. Sometimes I add an egg to the instant noodles and cook them with some vegetables."

Maybe his body, which was already cold, was exposed to the wind and rain. Nick felt his head was swollen and hot. Although he ate a few mouthfuls of noodles due to hunger and desire for hot food, he really couldn't eat the bottom of the bowl, and he didn't want to To live up to the kindness of the cook, he stuffed it into his mouth with difficulty.

"Leave it if you can't eat it, I'll take care of it." Zhao Yimu couldn't stand it anymore, "Do you have a thermometer at home? Check if you have a fever."

Nick put his palm on his forehead and said, "No need to measure it. I don't have a fever. It's just that the cold is protracted. I take advantage of the typhoon to suspend work. I have to sleep well. You should go home early, and I will clean up."

"I believe in scientific instruments. Otherwise, measuring with my hands is more accurate than using yours. If you don't have a fever, I will leave." Zhao Yimu reached out to touch his forehead, and Nick quickly turned away, "Okay, okay, I Can you get a thermometer?"

The electronic thermometer was measured to his ear, and it was 38.3 degrees. Zhao Yimu put on an expression of "I knew it a long time ago" and ordered him: "Where's the antipyretic you mentioned? Take it out and take it and go to sleep."

Nick didn't know what to do with him, so he quickly went to the cabinet to get the medicine without water, and swallowed it one by one in front of his face, "Okay, I've taken the medicine too, brother Owen, you go home, I beg you."

"I'll clear up the things on the table and leave. You go to bed first." Zhao Yimu began to collect the dishes.

"You...you..." Nick couldn't think of words in his dazed head, and said angrily, "It won't run away after leaving it. It doesn't matter if I wake up and clean it."

"You don't have to be embarrassed. I do this because I treat you as a friend. It's the same as when I was in India. We help each other when we have difficulties, just like you once helped me." Zhao Yimu stopped his movements, looked at him and asked : "If you met a friend who was sick, wouldn't you do that?"

"..." A lawyer is a lawyer. This speech perfectly helps two people to be classified as friends. All care and deeds come from pure friendship, and mutual assistance is reciprocated.

Sure enough, the idea of ​​a straight man is to be aboveboard and clean. The disorder that night was just an accident of the right time, place and people. Nick bit his lip and silently told himself that it is best to be friends with a straight man. think.

After adjusting the mentality, everything changes without being careful, because I think too much anyway. Nick turned and went upstairs and said, "Okay, I'm going to sleep. When you leave, put the keys on the table and drive carefully. Thank you for today."

After entering my room on the second floor, I finally relaxed. I had a full meal and took some medicine. In addition, I didn’t get enough sleep every day before. At this moment, my whole body felt weak and sleepy. Nick fell asleep after rolling twice on the bed.

Zhao Yimu cleaned up the dishes, wiped the table with a rag, and put the unfinished food back into the refrigerator. When he closed the refrigerator door, he saw that the magnet had attracted a few photos on the door. They were all photos of the three of them, and the oldest one was faded. Nick was about ten years old, with a piccolo in one hand and a medal hanging around his neck. His parents stood on his left and right, with the same smile on his face as now, and two bright eyes like obsidian.

The other one is an older Nick playing the violin on stage, and his parents took a selfie with him in the audience, their faces full of pride.

The last one is about when Nick graduated from university, he looked similar to now, he was a bit stronger at that time, wearing a full-body academic uniform, holding his father with his left hand and his mother with his right hand, all three of them laughed so hard that they couldn’t see their eyes, and the sense of happiness overflowed from the photo Come.

The three photos record Nick in various periods, from ignorant and childish to steady and mature, with warm eyes and a smile that can spread happiness.Guessing from the photos and some awards and medals in the living room, Nick probably studied music?He is indeed an artist.

After the dishes and chopsticks were cleaned up, Zhao Yimu spread out the dishcloth and put it on the sink, clapped his hands, and it was done.Well, my friends have done their duty.

It just so happened that Xiaopei called him on his cell phone and asked if he was home?Zhao Yimu told the truth: "Typhoon Tian Xiaodu has no car, I will give him a ride, and now he has to go back."

After talking on the phone, Zhao Yimu picked up his coat and walked towards the door. When he passed the living room, he glanced at the second floor. He looked at it for more than a minute, and the wind and rain were howling outside.The house is so big, only one patient, Nick, guards it.As a friend, shouldn't he go upstairs to confirm the situation?

He needs to drink more water when he has a cold. He wants to bring a glass of water and put it by the bedside to see if Nick's fever has subsided, is the quilt covered, and is there any discomfort?

That's what friends do...

Zhao Yimu put down his coat, went to the kitchen, poured a glass of water and brought it up to the second floor. As soon as he came up the stairs, he saw a study room...and a piano room. There were music scores on the music stand, and a special cabinet for musical instruments and piano scores. The room is matched with lotus purple curtains, which is calm and soft.

The door of Nick's room was slightly closed, and Zhao Yimu pushed the door open and poked his head in. Nick was lying on a dark blue double bed, his thin body only made the quilt slightly undulating, and a small lamp beside the bed quietly shed some light.

He took the water and walked into the range of light, two-thirds of Nick's entire face was sunk in the quilt, and all he could see were the ink-cast sword eyebrows and the frowning eyebrows.Zhao Yimu put the water glass aside, and reached out to touch his forehead, because the palm of his hand was cold after washing the dishes, Nick snorted and stuck it on, his brows were stretched, looking very comfortable.

Zhao Yimu didn't dare to let him stick to it, and changed one hand after applying it to the other. Nick seemed to have had a fever but slept soundly, no matter how much he touched his face, there was no movement.

Zhao Yimu looked around in the dim light. The largest wall in the room was also dark blue, with five white cotton threads stretched on it, like staves.Cotton thread used a small wooden clip to hold many photos, including landscape photos, portrait photos, sky photos, photos of Nick and travelers from all over the world who met by chance, and Zhao Yimu found some photos of India, but there was no photo of the two of them together.

Zhao Yimu frowned, the only photo they took together was in his camera, under the sunrise on the Ganges River in Varanasi.He wanted to print out that sheet and put it on this stave.

The desk was neatly tidied up, and it was filled with books related to real estate knowledge. The key points were marked and circled. It seemed that a lot of effort had been put into it.There was a framed photo on the table. He picked it up to see the backs of two boys sitting on the embankment, one of them resting on the shoulders of the other. Two-thirds of the photo was a large piece of blue sky. Someone wrote a line on the blue sky: Shang Pian, I want to give you a piece of sky and let you fly.

Zhao Yimu stared at the photo for a long time with no expression on his face, and instinctively determined that it was written by Nick's dry brother.

On the side near the window is a whole row of bookcases. In front of the bookcases are a reclining chair and a standing lamp for reading, and a small blanket is placed beside it.Zhao Yimu turned off the bedside lamp, turned on the standing lamp beside the recliner, and sat on the recliner lightly. The angle and cushion of the recliner were very comfortable. He closed his eyes irresistibly, and wanted to leave after sitting for a while, but Falling asleep in a few minutes.

He woke up again because he heard the sound of Nick coughing, coughing in the bed, he got up and walked to the bedside, picked up the water glass, pulled down the quilt, patted Nick's face and said, "Get up and drink some water. "

Nick took a few shots in a row before he woke up humming, opened a crack with difficulty, seemed to be looking at him but didn't seem to recognize him.

Zhao Yimu helped him up, handed the water cup to his mouth, and said, "Drink some."

Nick closed his eyes and took two or three sips, then opened his eyes and looked at him again: "Owen, is that you?"

Zhao Yimu lowered his head and smiled slightly, "Yes, Brother Owen, remember?"

Nick stared at him stupidly for a long time, then suddenly lifted the quilt and leaned over to hug him tightly, smiled contentedly, and said with a sigh: "Hey, my friend."