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Qi Zhuo frowned and pushed Yu Ziyao's shoulder, but the boy on the ground just responded in a daze, then stretched out a white and tender arm from under the quilt and waved it in the air, as if trying to drive away annoying flies.

"Yu Ziyao?"

Realizing that something was wrong, Qi Zhuo probed the boy's forehead—the temperature was frighteningly hot.It is said that big boys have good resistance, and the stronger they look at ordinary times, the more frightening they are when they get sick.

After making up his mind to carry Yu Ziyao to the bed first, halfway through his hand, the boy opened his eyes.

"Why are you lying on the ground..."

"Don't go!"

Qi Zhuo had just finished speaking halfway, when Yu Ziyao suddenly yelled, as if finally breaking free from a nightmare, he was panting like a fish out of water.His face, which was originally fair, turned red due to the fever, and the broken hair on his forehead was stuck together with sweat, making him look extremely pitiful.

The two looked at each other in silence for a while, relying only on the dim light from the open door.

Qi Zhuo stepped forward and turned on the desk lamp beside Yu Ziyao's bed.

"What kind of trick is this? Making fun of your own body?" Qi Zhuo felt angry, thinking that Yu Ziyao wanted to make himself sick by sleeping on the ground to resist him.

Yu Ziyao felt as if someone had covered his ears with a veil. He watched Qi Zhuo's mouth move, but he couldn't understand what he was saying.He looked at the man with his eyes open, his unfocused eyes seemed a little confused.

"It's so hot..." He said dryly.

Qi Zhuo pursed his lips, trying to suppress his anger: "You go to bed first."

"No." Yu Ziyao grabbed the plush carpet under his hands, "I can't hear you."

"Can't hear you?"

"Well... listen to the train." Yu Ziyao answered in a daze, then seemed to wake up suddenly, facing Qi Zhuo, he closed his mouth tightly and stopped saying a word.

Qi Zhuo's patience was limited, seeing that he didn't speak, he reached out and pulled him onto the bed.The boy's weight is really light, maybe it's because of his young age, or maybe it's because he didn't eat well during the recording of the show, Qi Zhuo barely took too much effort to hold Yu Ziyao in his arms, and then he brought the quilt together Throw it on the bed.

"Why do you care about me?" Yu Ziyao half leaned on the bed, his eyes clear, "It's good to let me burn to death, anyway, I'm limping, and you're going to ruin my plan to participate in the show." He provocatively He smiled at Qi Zhuo, but he didn't get the reprimand from the imaginary man.

Qi Zhuo looked down at him from top to bottom, considered for a while, but finally couldn't hold back the irritable factor in his heart, he bent down/body, pinched Yu Ziyao's chin, and told him word by word: "If you Let me see you sleeping on the ground again, and then roll into my room, and I will let you sleep enough."

"You let me sleep enough?"

Yu Ziyao felt that he might still have a fever and burned his head, so he wanted to find trouble with Qi Zhuo at night.Obviously the best way now is to be soft, and then sell it badly, and fool the matter, maybe Qi Zhuo can still allow him to withdraw from the show because of his injury today.

But Yu Ziyao just didn't want to do that.

The torrential rain was still falling outside, so he hopped on one leg to Qi Zhuo's master bedroom, lay down on the spot with his limbs spread wide, and looked at Qi Zhuo with a triumphant expression that was extremely irritating.

Qi Zhuo took the medicine and found that there was no one in Yu Ziyao's room. He turned his head to his master bedroom and saw the boy sprawled on the carpet.

If he could lift Yu Ziyao once, he could lift him a second time.

Without restraint, he threw him on the bed in the master bedroom: "Aren't you looking for death?" He pinched Yu Ziyao's mouth and squeezed the pill in with his fingers, and then, a cold cup hit Yu Ziyao. lips.

"Drink." Qi Zhuo was sullen, his arm seemed to be a piece of iron, and Yu Ziyao couldn't push it even if he wanted to.

"Drink your mother!" Yu Ziyao's emotions came suddenly, and he knocked over the glass in Qi Zhuo's hand with a wave of his hand. Fortunately, the glass didn't fall on the ground, but it rolled on the bed sheet, and the warm water spilled all over the place. bed.

"Why do you pretend to be nice to me?!" Yu Ziyao yelled.

Qi Zhuo's step-by-step retreat became a psychological burden on him. It felt like he was being scratched by feathers in his heart. Originally, he could live unscrupulously, indulge himself, and wait for the waves to swallow up his garbage-like life, but This man Qi Zhuo wanted to fish him out again and again.

If it weren't for this man's inexplicable concern and occasional kindness, maybe he wouldn't have to worry about letting others down.

Anyway, no one cared about him all the time. Whether he was good or bad, he stayed silently in the corner as if he had been forgotten by the world.

But he knew that Qi Zhuo was a businessman, and the last thing a businessman could do was to give free money.

"What exactly do you want?" He hoarsely asked weakly.

The sheets that were wet with clear water were gradually spreading, and the place where Yu Ziyao was lying was also soaked.

"Get out, you fucking unfamiliar thing." Qi Zhuo pointed in the direction of the door and cursed.

Then Yu Ziyao really got out.

I don't know if it was because of all the tossing around, Yu Ziyao felt exhausted physically and mentally when he returned to the room, he hopped on one leg and went back to his guest room, fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.

He seems to have vaguely dreamed that when he was young, he watched his mother leave by train. At that time, he naively held a glimmer of hope, and timidly asked Yu Jianan if his mother would come back?When can I come back.

Yu Jian'an looked at him, and replied impatiently: "Your mother will be back when the train returns."

Yu Ziyao still wanted to ask, but the man rushed him back to the room impatiently.

That winter was so cold, and the heating in the old-fashioned house was not hot enough. Yu Ziyao dragged his young body and stood by the window by himself. From here, he could just faintly see the train track, one-way, one train after another from north to Nan Ben went there and never came back.

At night, when he couldn't sleep in the dark room, he remembered a song his mother had sung. He tried to sing it line by line, but found that he couldn't remember the second line. what is it.He was so anxious that he wanted to cry, repeating the first sentence over and over again.

He thought it would be great if his mother could come back, so he asked one more question, just what the lyrics were.

Thinking of this, he slowly lay down on the ground, with his ears on the ground, he could hear the sound of the train passing by for the first time.Just fell asleep like this, fell into an illusory and magnificent dream.

When he woke up again, he was woken up by the coolness on his buttocks. Yu Ziyao looked at the family doctor in front of him with a mask in horror, and stammered, "Isn't it time to change the medicine?" He subconsciously looked at his feet , the bandage was very good, the anesthesia passed, and the pain was not very strong, which was still within the range he could bear.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Qi Zhuo standing opposite his bed with folded arms: "Don't you want to take medicine? Then you can only get an injection."

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I'm sorry everyone, my grandma is hospitalized with heart failure, my updates for the past two days may not be stable, alas, this year is over... I hope everything will get better soon QAQ