famine

When he got home that night, Jiang Xuan started to have a low fever.

Cheng Lang was the first to notice that his expression was not right, and for some reason, he suddenly felt blessed, and stretched out his hand to probe his forehead, and the next moment he became serious.

Jiang Xuan didn't feel uncomfortable at the time, so he raised his hand to knock it off, but Cheng Hong turned his head and left with a cold face, thinking that he had tried too hard to make someone angry just now.

As a result, within 2 minutes, Cheng Hong turned back again, and stuffed a thermometer under his armpit involuntarily. After 5 minutes, he took it out and checked it. It was 37 degrees five, a low-grade textbook-style fever.

"Is it uncomfortable? Are you dizzy?" Cheng Hong asked with concern while pinching the thermometer.

Jiang Xuan shrugged: "I don't feel it at all."

Then he also touched his forehead, wondering if the temperature of his hands and forehead were the same, he didn't feel any heat in a daze, and asked wonderingly: "I really have a fever?"

Cheng Hao stared at him for a while, sighed, put the thermometer into a plastic box, stood up and walked out, "I'll go find medicine for you."

At this time, the old couple had gone back to sleep, and Cheng Hong took the thermometer and found medicine to pour water. The old lady, who had always been a light sleeper, was woken up by the noise from the living room. Her first reaction was that the house had been burglarized.Hastily put on a padded jacket over the pajamas, pushed open a crack in the door and looked out.

The light in the living room was not turned on, and the light from the room was just enough to fully illuminate Cheng Hong's back.

After learning about the situation, the old lady was the first to sneak into their room, and seeing Jiang Xuan who was already feeling uncomfortable on the bed and frowning slightly, she groaned: "What's the matter, did you catch a cold? Why did you have a fever? How many degrees? Do I need to go to the hospital?"

Before Jiang Xuan had time to speak, Cheng Hong's voice came from outside the door: "It's not that serious, the young man is in good health. Go to sleep, I'm here."

"You are in good health and have a fever? Why don't I boil some hot water for the little star, and you wipe him with alcohol. I wiped it for you when you had a fever when you were young. After wiping, you covered yourself with the quilt and fell asleep the next day. That's it."

Jiang Xuan hurriedly refused: "No need, grandma, I'm fine. Cheng Hong found me some good medicine, and I'll go to bed after eating in a while. You should go to rest too, it's too late."

Under the repeated persuasion of the two, the anxiety on the old lady's face faded a little, and she was pushed back into the room by Cheng Lang without turning her head.

After closing the door, he asked Jiang Xuan, "How about some rubbing alcohol for you?"

Jiang Xuan put on a wooden face: "No need."

His face turned red belatedly, he didn't know whether it was redness or embarrassment, but he couldn't hide it from Cheng Lang's eyes, so he became even more stupid: "Where do you sleep?"

Cheng Lang found a stool and sat down, "I'll just sit here for the night."

"You go to sleep on the sofa."

"No." Cheng Yan shook his head, frowned and observed his face carefully. After taking the medicine, it didn't take effect so quickly, "If you have a fever at night, I can take you to the clinic as soon as possible."

Jiang Xuan was stunned, "Then you won't sleep?"

"Sleep, I can't bear it. But if you can't stand it, I'll wake up if you hum twice."

"Huh?" How fresh.

Cheng Lang raised one eyebrow, stepped forward and stuffed his outside arm into the quilt, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him, "Ah, what, go to sleep."

"No..." Jiang Xuan huddled under the quilt for a long time before whispering, "I'm not used to it... You should go out."

"Are you sleeping or not?" I went out and you burned to death in the middle of the night without anyone knowing, "How many days have you been sleeping together..."

Jiang Xuan opened his mouth: "You..."

The next moment it was covered.

"..."

"..."

The scene was very quiet for a while, and Cheng Hong kept bending over and covering his mouth without moving for a long time.

Both of them were obviously taken aback by the sudden movement.

The two people who were standing and lying down were stiff for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xuan flapped his eyelashes and closed his eyes.

Only then did Cheng Lang withdraw his hand without embarrassment, and walked out as if he was going to the living room to pour water to escape.

Jiang Thrush's illness came suddenly, but fortunately it came and went quickly. In the third grade of junior high school, he was arranged by the old lady to stay at home for a day. To kill the virus, the old lady poured down bowls of chicken soup and millet porridge, and even more cold medicine.In the evening of that day, the fatigue on Jiang Xuan's body suddenly disappeared, his arms and legs were no longer sore, and his head was no longer dizzy. He was even able to wear a thin sweater to help the old lady clean the stove and feed the old man the birds.

On the fifth day of the lunar new year, it was another big steamed bun that was alive and kicking.

At the same time, according to Cheng Lang's plan, they should prepare to go back to the city.

The old man and the old lady here hadn't spoken yet, Jiang Xuan was the first to say "huh?" and looked back at him.

Are you leaving?

Cheng Lang casually took a box of yogurt from the table and handed it to him, and said a single tone: "En."

"...oh."

The old lady has seen it a lot, so she knows that Jiang Xuan is reluctant to part with it, and her heart softens, she leans forward and pats him on the head on tiptoe: "Let's go, little star will come to play next time."

The old man was sitting on the sofa picking walnuts, he didn't see much reaction when he heard the words, he echoed: "Yes, next time Xiaohong comes back, you can come with him, and who else, Xiao Mantou, bring them all."

"With this calculation, it seems that it will be eleven soon, and then there will be summer vacation and new year winter vacation. When do you want to come?"

Cheng Lang smiled at the side for a long time, and leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed, "Where did you come from right now, Mantou is still in school. There are still many months, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, September, a long time."

Jiang Xuan glanced at him, biting the straw in his mouth.

"Why are you like this!" The old lady took over the quarrel, "I didn't see the little star unhappy, if you can't talk, just shut up, we don't like to listen!"

"It's okay," Jiang Xuan smiled, "I will definitely come to see you next time I have a chance."

Cheng Hong, who watched him for a long time, finally couldn't take it anymore, said "ah", stretched out a finger to his forehead and pushed back: "It's enough to take two symbolic sizzles, there's no need to sizzle all the time."

Squeeze it flat and twist it into a twist.

This kid didn't know what he was doing just now, the whole big buffalo, the box was empty and he was still holding sizzles, a pretty handsome guy was sucking milk with no image, it was really unsightly.

"..." Jiang Xuan let go of the straw and glared at him quietly.

The old couple laughed when they saw this.

"You will be in your third year of high school in the second half of the year, right?"

On the way back, Jiang Xuan and Cheng Hong were still sitting in the same positions as when they came here. It may be because the two of them have been huddling together during this period of time, and they didn’t have a proper shape. After driving for more than ten minutes without even getting on the high-speed road, Cheng Hong felt that there was a car in the car. It's too quiet.

Jiang Xuan glanced at him from the rearview mirror, then looked away, and lazily said, "It's still early."

There are three, four, five, six, seven, and August, so why worry.

"Then you must have a plan, Xueba?" The last two words elongated the voice.

"I remember you are a liberal arts?" Cheng Yan said again, "Isn't the liberal arts college entrance examination not popular?"

Jiang Xuan didn't change his face, but his eyes couldn't hide his pride, and his tone was arrogant: "It's all the same, we Xueba don't care about this very much."

Cheng Lang twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, "Then do you have a favorite university?"

"No." This is the truth.

But Jiang Xuan suddenly looked back at him, and said in a flat tone, "Which university are you from?"

The Cayenne was galloping on the highway, and the noise inside the car was very small. He heard Cheng Lang answer: "The Academy of Fine Arts."

Jiang Xuan's expression changed, but he didn't see it, "The Academy of Fine Arts opposite the University? Are you an art student?"

"Yes."

"Oh, the Academy of Fine Arts is pretty good." A second-rate university that specializes in cultivating art students.

He originally thought that the school Cheng Lang graduated from would be the kind of university that sounds awesome, at least a famous school—the kind that has cultivated many famous alumni.

It turned out to be a little-known general art academy?

So Jiang Xuan immediately said, "I plan to stay in this city."

Cheng Lang looked at him in surprise after hearing this: "I thought you would pass the exam."

"will not."

"Why? The family doesn't agree? Could it be that you don't want me?"

"Why do you start dreaming before it's dark?" Jiang Xuan said, "No, I just don't want to leave here... I'm too lazy, it's fine now."

Cheng Lang was watching his expression all the time. Seeing that he was expressionless and his eyes were calm, he couldn't help opening his mouth, wanting to say something.In the end, I didn't say anything, and I felt bored, so I turned around and continued to concentrate on driving.

Jiang Xuan didn't go home, and went back to Lanqiao with Cheng Hong.

My aunt's family just came back from a trip, and my uncle, who is often away, was also in the living room. Little Mantou sat beside him playing with cars, constantly simulating the scene of a Mercedes-Benz colliding with a Honda, and kept chanting.

After welcoming him in, my aunt stretched her neck and looked at him for a long time, but she still didn't see Cheng Hong. It was Jiang Xuan who said that he was tired from driving all the way and went back to rest.Otherwise, she might want to invite her over for a meal.

"Brother, brother, brother!" Little Mantou raised his head and saw his own brother, and left the scene of the accident the next moment, firing over like a cannonball, Jiang Xuan was knocked back before he even had time to stretch out his hand.

Kid's welcome has always been unique.

"Brother!" Little Mantou pressed against his calf and looked up at him without blinking.

Jiang Xuan let out an "ah", bent down and picked up the increasingly rounded bun, "Have you enjoyed yourself?"

The little mantou sucked, and licked her lips with her pink tongue, her eyes widened, "It's cool~!"

"Hey, come down soon," my aunt smiled, putting her hands on Jiang Xuan's shoulders, "Did you lose weight recently? You stretched your brother's waist in a while."

The little uncle also cast his gaze, "Don't keep talking about him, he told me that he lost a catty before going to bed yesterday."

The aunt didn't change her face: "Alipay gave you a 700 yuan Maserati voucher."

Jiang Xuan laughed twice.

Unexpectedly, the two adults in the room were stunned at the same time, thinking that they had hallucinations, they turned their heads together.

The smile on the corner of Jiang Xuan's mouth disappeared.

But Xiao Mantou didn't find anything, and nestled in Jiang Xuan's arms very sadly, with his big head on his shoulder, and sighed faintly, "Since I want to lose weight, I've been hungry every day, and I can't live happily any more, just eat Have fun eating..."

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Transitional chapter, the plot in the countryside is over~~