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*part8

The pharmacy is not too close to the building where they live, one is in front of the east gate and the other is next to the west gate, and they need to cross a neighborhood.Because he was in a hurry, Gu Quechi ran to take a taxi and came back.

During the two or three minutes in the car, he specifically searched the cause of his brother's fever on Baidu, but accidentally discovered the possibility of the suspected truth on a small forum filled with pink atmosphere.

Brought into the house by the cool breeze, Gu Quechi didn't even have time to change his shoes, so he hurriedly poured water and medicine for his brother.

Thinking of the content on the forum, Gu Quechi heaved a long sigh.

What's going on every day.

When holding the cup, his hands trembled unconsciously, and a few drops of water accidentally spilled out and landed on the tiled floor, but he couldn't tell which was the water in the cup and which was on the edge of Gu Quechi's shoe. The new snow has melted.

If my brother really contracted a fever because of what happened to him last night, he would definitely punish himself with three cups of dichlorvos for his recklessness.

Enrique dissolved quickly in the warm water, and Gu Quechi stirred it twice with a spoon, and the light brown liquid became much more uniform.

"Brother, sit up and take your medicine." Gu Quechi waited until the water was warm enough to drink before entering the room, bent slightly, and gently picked up his brother.

Gu Queshi didn't speak, and with the strength of Gu Quechi's arm, he got up and drank the medicine with his hand.The unique bitterness and strange smell of the medicine permeated the mouth, Gu Queshi couldn't help frowning, and after swallowing the last mouthful, he collapsed on the bed again.

Gu Quechi put the empty cup on the bedside table, and reached out to help him tuck in the quilt.

"Uncomfortable..." Gu Queshi squinted his eyes, his pupils were covered by a layer of mist, his voice was sticky, and his voice was a bit dry due to illness.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" It's rare for my brother to be coquettish with him. Gu Quechi looked nervous, holding his brother's hand with both hands, and gently rubbed the tip of his thumb on the back of his hand. Looking at his pale lips, his heart ached. died.

"Headache, backache, and butt." Gu Queshi repeated in a daze, "Butt hurts so much."

Gu Quechi blushed completely: "This... this, I'm sorry, brother, I really shouldn't have done it last night."

"Huh? You don't need to apologize." Gu Queshi tilted his head, rubbed his face against the pillow, and looked at Gu Quechi vacantly: "It's okay, it shouldn't hurt tomorrow."

Gu Quechi shyly said, "I'm not saying I'm sorry because of this...but because I'm drinking, I force you to do things you shouldn't..."

"What do you mean you shouldn't?" Gu Queshi was still lazy, and his voice dropped half a degree: "You want to do something about two people, and I don't think it's bad. Why call him something he shouldn't do."

"Brother?!" Hearing this sentence, Gu Que was stunned for a long time.

"I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Gu Queshi's medicinal strength had already come up, his eyelids were fighting and turned upside down, and every word was in his throat, but fortunately Gu Quechi understood.

"Then...then you go to sleep for a while, I'll go and cook you something." Gu Quechi heaved a sigh of relief, and slipped away with the next sentence.

The dumplings in the pot were half-baked and stuck together, and they could not be eaten for a long time.Thinking of not being able to eat irritating and greasy food when he was sick, Gu Quechi made a pot of two-rice porridge for his brother, and made two poached eggs to go with it.

In fact, Gu Quechi wanted to try making fish porridge, but salty porridge is not often eaten in the north, and he was really not sure. pot.

Alas, this recipe is like taking care of confinement.

While stirring the porridge, Gu Quechi couldn't help but wonder, if his brother gave him a child, would it look exactly like the two of them?

……

When the porridge was brought to the bedroom, Gu Queshi had already woken up.After taking the medicine and going to sleep, he has regained his energy. Sitting against the head of the bed and fiddling with the phone, his eyes became much clearer.

It's only 06:30 in the evening, but Gu Quechi knew that it was ninety o'clock when he was most prone to fever. Although he could breathe a sigh of relief, he couldn't take it lightly.

He touched his nose, put the porridge on the bedside table, and made a "click": "Brother, it's time to eat."

Gu Queshi lowered his eyes, a small black mole was clearly located in the middle of his right eyelid.

He raised his head, didn't look at the porridge, but said, "Let's talk about what happened last night first."

Gu Quechi's heart twitched in an instant, the years of feelings seemed to be steaming up with the heat of the bowl of porridge between the two, drifting into the air, without substance or substance.

"What do you think?" Gu Queshi's tone was calm, with no expression on his face, but it made Gu Quechi feel that his brother had put his life on the line.

"I want to hear the truth."

Probably because of his innate instincts, he couldn't lie to those eyes that have always been called Zhu Xingyao.Gu Quechi didn't know where the courage came from, he looked at his brother's face, and put all his thoughts of calming down in the afternoon behind him, and left him in the country of Java.

It's a big deal, he thought.

"I don't know, what do I think, what do I plan to do in the future. I also feel very troubled whether to stop here or face it honestly." Gu Quechi's voice was hoarse than that of his brother who just had a fever.He paused, and said word by word: "But I really want to love you, kiss and hug you, and even..."

Gu Quechi couldn't continue speaking, he still wanted to face.

Gu Queshi remained silent from the beginning to the end, Gu Quechi looked at his tightly pursed lips, as if he saw his brother holding his life and death certificate, and almost stamped the seal that would kill him.

"Barely satisfied."

"...Brother? What do you mean?!"

"Don't be nervous." Gu Queshi took the initiative to touch his younger brother's hand, and when his skin touched, Gu Quechi trembled unexpectedly.

"Listen to me." Gu Queshi lightly squeezed his fingers to draw the other person's attention back:

"People's thoughts are never distinct, and they are always mixed with something. Love, as an inner feeling, is very likely to overlap. These words are what I figured out when I lay in bed during the day and thought about it. , It is time to distinguish between clear and clear, but there are also times when small streams merge into trickling rivers."

Gu Qushi said again: "I'm not sure what my feelings for you belong to, but I am willing to put all the feelings in this life on you alone, whether it's family affection or love, as long as you want, then all is yours."

Gu Quchi rarely heard his brother say so many words in one breath.His pupils dilated a circle, and the hand hanging by his side loosened, and it took him a long time to relax.

Years of feelings were suddenly echoed, and Gu Quechi didn't know how to describe his feelings at this time.

There is no imaginary ecstasy, no doubt and confusion.His lips trembled unconsciously, and his vocal cords trembled for a long time before he uttered a single word:

"elder brother……"

Gu Queshi smiled and asked, "Are you willing to accept such a result?"

"Wish...willing! Of course willing!" Gu Quechi couldn't express his "willingness" in simple words, he could only nod vigorously like a child, turning into a handsome garlic pestle.

"I don't know how to tell you a lot of things. I may not be a competent brother. You have been taking care of me and favoring me for 20 years, but... I will try my best to do my duty as a lover." Gu Queshi stared at him, and slowly said: "I give you longing, I give you focus."

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