Anan

When we returned to Shenzhen City, the sky had already darkened.

Jiang Yu'an had just returned home after a ten-hour flight in the morning, and then drove to Feng An's hometown to pick up Feng An. At this time, he was also a little tired, and he didn't plan to cook anymore, so he drove to a family that he often eats The restaurant, went in and packed two dinners and came out.

At this time Feng An was still sleeping, and Jiang Yu'an didn't wake him up.

Jiang Yu'an only found out that something was wrong with Feng An when he was almost home.

After parking the car in the garage, Jiang Yu'an leaned forward and pushed Feng An, trying to wake him up.However, rubbing the back of his hand against the other's cheek, he found that Feng An's body temperature seemed a little high.

Feng An woke up as soon as he pushed it, but when he opened his eyes, his eyes were in a trance, obviously his consciousness was not fully awake.

Jiang Yu'an asked him: "Feng An, do you have a fever?"

"Fever?" Feng An just woke up, his voice was a little hoarse, he raised his hand and touched his forehead, but didn't feel anything: "Nothing..."

Seeing his bewildered look, Jiang Yu'an didn't count on him anymore. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on Feng An's forehead to try it out for a while. He felt that he was really hot, so he untied his seat belt nervously and urged him to get out of the car: "You don't even know you're sick?"

Feng An pushed the door open and got out of the car. Surrounded by the cold air again, he finally felt a little dizzy.The car was too warm, and Jiang Yu'an helped him adjust the seat so comfortably, he slept soundly, of course he didn't feel anything.

Jiang Yu'an put away the car keys, walked around the car with the bag of dinner box, walked up to him and pushed his shoulder: "Don't stand there stupidly, go upstairs."

There is an elevator in the underground garage leading directly to the upper floor. Jiang Yu'an put his arm around Feng An's shoulders and took him to the elevator, fearing that he would be ill and unstable.But in fact, Feng An thought it was okay, but he was a little dizzy and his breathing was a little hot, but it was not so serious that he couldn't even walk.However, after entering the elevator, the space was closed, and he was surrounded by Jiang Yu'an, and suddenly felt his heart beat faster. It seemed that his condition was indeed deteriorating rapidly. Just wanted to lean on Jiang Yu'an.

Jiang Yu'an noticed his abnormality, touched his forehead with his free hand, and asked, "Is it hard?"

Feng An was embarrassed for a while, and stood up a little straighter: "It's okay...it's not hard."

Jiang Yu'an tightly hugged his hand: "If you feel uncomfortable, rely on me, and you will be home soon."

Feng An's heart suddenly felt sour. When he heard Jiang Yu'an say the word "home", he couldn't help but think of Feng Jiaguang again.

After arriving home, Jiang Yu'an first took Feng An's temperature, it was over 38 degrees, just a little early, not too hot.Jiang Yu'an breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Feng An to lie down on the sofa to rest for a while before heating up dinner by himself.

"Fortunately, the temperature is not high." He unpacked the takeaway package in the kitchen and said while he was busy: "The hospital is still on vacation now, there must be a lot of emergency patients, and it's still at night. I'll find you something after dinner." Take the medicine, observe first, if the fever does not subside tonight, I will send you to the hospital."

Feng An didn't lie down obediently, but leaned his head on the back of the sofa, peeking at Jiang Yu'an's back furtively: "I guess he got a little cold when he was in the county town, just take medicine, there is no need to go to the hospital."

Jiang Yu settled down for a while, pressed the heating button of the microwave oven, and said in a firm tone, "I decide whether to go to the hospital or not."

Feng An felt as if he had offended Jiang Yu'an, and regretted saying something wrong, so he quickly lay back down honestly, for fear of making Jiang Yu'an angry again.

But he seemed to be worried too much. After the dinner was ready, Jiang Yu'an brought the food to the table, and his face had returned to the usual gentleness.Feng An had a fever, his head was swollen and dizzy, he had no appetite, and he ate very slowly. Jiang Yu'an saw it, and asked him if he couldn't eat, and if he wanted to cook porridge for him.

Feng An didn't have the nerve to bother him like this, and immediately shook his head and declined politely: "No need, it's like this when you're sick, and it doesn't taste like anything you eat. You'll be fine after taking the medicine and lying down for a while."

Jiang Yu'an looked at him while holding the chopsticks, and suddenly said: "Do you want to eat ice cream?"

Feng An was taken aback: "Huh?" He felt that Jiang Yu'an might really lack common sense, but he didn't dare to say it.

Jiang Yu'an said this because he remembered what happened to Jiang Weining when he was a child.

When Jiang Weining was born, the Jiang family was already in good condition and had a dedicated family doctor.The doctor was very young and had just returned from studying abroad. He very much agreed with the Western thinking. When communicating with Jiang's parents about his condition, he said that it was okay to eat something cold when he had a fever, as it would help the body cool down.In the end, I don’t know what happened, but Jiang Weining heard this sentence—so from then on, every time he got sick, Jiang Weining would take advantage of the fire and rob him, crying and clamoring for ice cream.Although Jiang Zhihong thought it was purely crooked, but after all, he couldn't make trouble with his youngest son, so he had to ask someone to go out and buy it for him.But Jiang Weining was still wailing and playing tricks a moment ago, and after eating some ice cream, he really became obedient, lay down on the bed obediently, and was willing to cooperate with feeding medicine and injections.

Jiang Yu'an thought that Feng An was still in the category of children, seeing his loss of appetite, he couldn't help but want to find something delicious to feed him.

"You can eat less, it's okay." He explained: "Because you are sick, you should keep a happy mood, otherwise you will have no appetite all the time. When will the illness get better?"

Feng An was still dubious: "But, it's winter now, and it's getting dark... Do you want to go out and buy now? It's better not to..."

Different from Feng An's hesitant tone, Jiang Yu'an spoke decisively: "If you want to eat, I will buy it for you."

Feng An was stunned, and stared blankly at Jiang Yu'an for a while, then lowered his head, took a mouthful of rice, and said sullenly, "No need, I'm quite happy now."

Jiang Yu'an looked at him suspiciously, not knowing that Feng An had nothing to be happy about when his father had just been arrested and he caught a cold and had a fever.But since the other party said so, he didn't insist anymore.

After dinner, Jiang Yu'an took out antipyretics from the medicine box for Feng An to take, and told him to go back to his room to rest, and stay in the living room to clean up the mess.

Feng An slept in Jiang Yu'an's car in the afternoon, and he was in good spirits at this time.After returning to his room, he changed into light and soft home clothes. He sat by the bed for a while, but he didn't feel sleepy and had nothing to do, so he thought he might as well take a bath.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Jiang Yu'an walked in, seeing that Feng An had clothes in his hands, he asked, "Are you going to take a bath?"

Feng An nodded.

Jiang Yu'an walked over and touched his forehead. He had just taken the medicine and the fever had not started to subside, so he discussed with him: "Don't wash it when you have a fever, and wash it tomorrow morning."

Feng An was reluctant, and always felt that lying on the bed without taking a shower would be a little dirty, so he said, "I'll just take a shower, soon."

Jiang Yu'an reached in from the hem of his clothes, touched his back, and said, "I'm not sweating."

Feng An's hands and feet were stiff in an instant, his eyes were wide open, and his face gradually turned red from the base of his ears.

Jiang Yu'an's action was natural, because he used to take care of his younger brother like this before, and didn't think much about it at the time, but now that he noticed Feng An's stiffness, he realized that something was wrong, and wanted to withdraw his hand in embarrassment.

Feng An was standing very close to him, blushing and lowering his head, but when Jiang Yu'an withdrew his hand, he brushed against his side inadvertently, which made him suddenly grunt in pain.

So Jiang Yu'an couldn't take his hand away, but it stayed on his waist again through a thin layer of air.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, and before Feng An could answer, he had already lifted the hem of Feng An's pajamas.

There was a bruise on Feng An's waist.

Jiang Yu'an frowned: "What's going on?"

With the pajamas lifted up like this, the skin on the waist was completely exposed to the air, and it was a bit cold even in a heated room.Feng An shuddered, subconsciously moved closer to Jiang Yu'an, and answered him in a low voice: "I bumped into it."

"How old are you?" Jiang Yu'an dissatisfied: "Why are you so careless?"

Feeling aggrieved, Feng An raised his head to look at him: "I didn't bump into it myself, he pushed me..." Halfway through the speech, he suddenly realized something, shut up again, and lowered his head again.

Jiang Yu'an frowned even tighter, and asked: "Who pushed you? Today's police?"

Feng An lowered his head: "It's not the police, it's... my father."

It was made on New Year's Eve.He had a dispute with Feng Jiaguang, Feng Jiaguang pushed him hard, his feet were unsteady, and he hit the corner of the cabinet behind.

Jiang Yu'an froze for a moment, and then did not speak for a long time.He put down Feng An's pajamas, and covered the bruise with his palm through a layer of fabric.

"There is no medicated oil for blood stasis at home." He said, with his other hand around Feng An's back, he pushed him forward slightly, and pressed him into his arms.

Feng An's cheek was pressed against Jiang Yu'an's chest, he was stunned for a while, then he dared to slowly raise his hand, and carefully hugged Jiang Yu'an: "No need to apply medicine, it will be fine in a few days."

"Then you have to be careful." Jiang Yu'an hugged him.

Feng An nodded against him, blinked vigorously, but did not make a sound.

Jiang Yu'an hugged him for a while, then stroked his hair, let go of his hand: "If you want to take a bath, go and wash it, turn the temperature up a bit, and be careful not to catch the cold again."

When Feng An stood under the shower, his head was still a little dizzy.

He didn't know if the water temperature was really too hot, or he had a fever, or it was because Jiang Yu'an hugged him just now.

After taking a shower, he stood in front of the mirror and turned sideways to look at the bruises on his waist.The mirror was covered with a layer of mist, and the image was blurred. In fact, it was difficult to see the specific injury, but there was an irregular bluish-purple patch on the waist.It was the first time Feng An realized that he was so white, and the bruises on his skin felt glaring.

He gently rubbed it with his fingertips, recalling the feeling of Jiang Yu'an's whole palm on it just now, and suddenly felt his whole body warm up.