sweet anthology

As the weather turned colder, Su Ming's clothes changed from a long-sleeved sweater to a sweater. Since there was no heating in the classroom, Su Ming forgot to close the door again. The cold wind made him win the bid—he caught a cold.

A cold is a bad thing, and he had a runny nose and wiped a small pack of tissues.

There were no more tissues—he secretly looked aside, Yan Ziqi was designing an advertisement, so he didn't notice his gaze.

Su Ming secretly retracted his paws and rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger.

Forget it, bear it for a while, he looked at his phone, 09:30, he will be back to the dormitory soon.

Suck it back when there is snot, and stay up until ten o'clock, he thought so, and sucked his nose three times in a row-provoking Yan Ziqi to turn his head and frown: "No tissue?"

Su Ming shook his head: "No." His voice was hoarse.

Yan Ziqi searched in his bag for a while, and found to his dismay that he didn't bring a tissue either.

Probably because he discovered this embarrassing situation, Su Ming waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll just bear with it, there are still three or ten minutes."

"If you don't mind," Yan Ziqi took out a white shirt from his bag, "you can wipe it on it."

...How could you not mind!Su Ming roared in his heart, this is a white shirt and not a white handkerchief!How can you carry a shirt in your bag as a man!

Not logical at all.

"No, no, no, I'll bear it." Su Ming turned his head back, but the snot seemed to feel the call of the shirt. Su Ming tried his best to suck it, but he couldn't hold it back. It flowed down!

Yan Ziqi stretched out his hand, and wiped it off with his shirt: "It's okay, you can use it, wait until you lose it, and I'll buy another one."

"Thank you, thank you." Su Ming felt embarrassed, a runny nose was really embarrassing.

In the remaining half an hour, Su Ming made the shirt crumpled.

In the evening, it was sent to the downstairs of the dormitory as usual. When passing the trash can, Yan Ziqi stopped specially: "Throw away the shirt."

Su Ming decided between throwing it away or not throwing it away for a while, and suddenly thought that even if it was washed and returned, Yan Ziqi would not want it, after all, it has my snot on it, and it makes me sick to think about it.

So Su Ming threw it away.

"I don't have class all day tomorrow. At six o'clock in the morning, you wait for me at the school gate."

"Why? I'm going to the library." Su Ming was puzzled.

"It's too cold in the library, go to my house to review tomorrow." Yan Ziqi said, "I live in a nearby community, it's very quiet, and I won't disturb you."

Su Ming wanted to refuse, but the faint expectation in his heart forced him to nod.

The next day Yan Ziqi took him into his home and pushed open the door of the study: "You can study in there, I will call you when you are eating, or if you have something to do, you can come to the next door to find me. I am always there. "

Su Ming nodded, went into the room and put the bag on the table.

The study room is spacious and bright, full of bookcases, some he likes, some he doesn't like.

Yan Ziqi brought a bowl of ginger soup: "I boiled it in the morning, you drink it before reading."

Su Ming took it and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy soup went down his throat, and his whole body became hot.

Yan Ziqi turned on the air conditioner, closed the door and left.

Su Ming took off his coat and started studying.

For the next two months, Su Ming studied in this room.

Yan Ziqi would pick him up when there was no class, and when there was class, he would come by himself - take bus 371 for two stops, and then walk 500 meters. The key was in his pocket, which was given by Yan Ziqi.

In the beginning, Yan Ziqi would come to discuss with him about the food, but after he became familiar with his taste, he decided to eat by himself, and called him again at meal time.

Su Ming often says that he is not a picky eater, but he is actually quite picky. He does not eat fragrant dried onions, onions that are too raw, vegetables that are too bland, parsley, celery that is fried with squid, but celery that is fried with meat. Just eat shredded celery.

Therefore, Yan Ziqi can understand Su Ming's hobbies and order Su Ming's favorite dishes accurately every time. This alone makes Su Ming admire himself.

Su Ming would reorganize his postgraduate entrance examination schedule after reviewing every day. Once he found that it was too late, he would shorten his sleep time, which caused his dark circles to get heavier and heavier.

After Yan Ziqi discovered his obsessiveness, he grabbed his review sheet forcefully and comforted him: "Excessive study will only make you more and more tired. The most important thing for you is to rest when the exam is approaching."

Su Ming listened blankly. His memory was quite good at first, but recently it has declined rapidly. He forgot the content of the previous second in the next second, and his heart was anxious. After strengthening the review, it became even more ineffective.

"Don't be too tired, you are not superman, you will fall down." Yan Ziqi said, "You always rub your arm, what's wrong with your arm?"

"Acid, it's not the arms, it's all over the body, it's not sore, it's just tired," Su Ming said incoherently, "It's also a little sore, inexplicably sore."

"Chest tightness? Heart palpitations?"

"Chest tightness, tired."

"It's time for you to exercise," Yan Ziqi pulled him up, "Qi deficiency."

"I don't want to exercise, exercise is so tiring."

"How many days a week do you exercise?"

"zero"

"Walk with me tomorrow, 5 kilometers a day, until before the postgraduate entrance examination, otherwise you will not be able to support it."

"Okay." Su Ming reluctantly agreed.Fortunately, it is walking, if it is running, he is absolutely unwilling.

Considering the strong wind in the evening, Su Ming put on a fleece cap before going out for a walk the next day.

Yan Ziqi pulled him down to cover his ears, and took out a scarf to wrap around his neck and chin: "Don't catch a cold."

Yan Ziqi took the scarf out of the cabinet, but it didn't smell musty.

The two went downstairs side by side, the streets in winter always make people feel warm, probably because of the illusion of the lights, Su Ming felt that Yan Ziqi was extraordinarily gentle today.

"Pay attention to the road," Yan Ziqi glanced at him, "don't look at me."

Only then did Su Ming realize that he had been staring at Yan Ziqi for a long time, and he hastily turned his gaze back.

It was too quiet during the walk, Su Ming couldn't help but want to chat: "Thank you."

"Don't say such things, study hard." Yan Ziqi walked slowly with him, "I'll talk about it after the postgraduate entrance examination."

After finishing the postgraduate entrance examination, Su Ming chewed on this sentence and pulled the scarf a little higher.

Back in the bedroom at night, Su Ming took out the group photo in the wallet and threw it into the drawer.

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