Conscientiously making soy sauce

When you have a fever, your dreams are bizarre and completely illogical. It is entirely Angel’s regular and delicate picture. The rich and gorgeous colors are combined with Badashanren’s peerless and independent skinny bird with huge white eyes. How uncoordinated it is. uncoordinated.Weirdly, Zhuang Yuan knew that this was all a dream.One after another, dreams with incongruent preambles continued, and I almost forgot them when I woke up.

But vaguely, he seemed to dream that someone was calling his name, crying in despair.But the voice in the dream didn't look like his parents or elder brother, and his relatives knew that he would leave sooner or later, so it was more a relief than unacceptable grief.

Yes, relief.

You don't need to watch him suffer day by day in the hospital bed, you don't need to see his pain when he is ill, and you don't need to worry about whether the god of death will suddenly take his life away.Don't watch him getting weaker and weaker day by day, helpless and helpless.

The one who called his name desperately and bitterly must have been just a dream, the voice was so painful, as if he had done something wrong, as if he felt that he would not forgive.Even in the dream of logical death, Zhuang Yuan knows that no one has ever forgiven him, and no one has ever hurt him.Where would a remorseful, guilty, uncomfortable and desperate person suddenly descend from the sky?

Although strange and strange, like fragments in a kaleidoscope, dreams of various colors, materials, and shapes come one after another, one is not over and the other is squeezed in, and I am not afraid to give Zhuo Yuan's pitiful little head Crowded, maybe it was a high fever, maybe it was because of the medicine, Zhuang Yuan didn't wake up in a daze.

There was the howling and screaming of the wind in his ears, and even if he didn't open his eyes, he could still feel the daylight pulling his eyelids to wake him up.

Warm room, warm and soft quilt like cotton candy.Zhuang Yuan turned over, and turned over like a pancake again, although he was still deeply tired, he managed to open his eyes.

reason?Doctor Zhang said that if he gets worse today, he will be taken to the hospital. In front of the horrible term of the hospital, Zhuang Yuan will show that he is improving, that he is in good health and has a good appetite. He can eat two bowls of rice in one bite.

After waking up and opening his eyes, he saw Xiang Yuhan busy to and fro, very virtuous, industrious, capable and willing to bear the burden of hard work.The brain had just started up, and his poor hard disk and memory had been running for a long time before officially opening the startup page.

"Uh, why are you here?" My head is still a little dizzy, but compared to the muddy head last night, the water has been controlled a lot now, from porridge to rice, and I finally have the ability to think, which is gratifying congratulations.

"I saw that the dean was not in good health, so I told my aunts, and I will take care of the dean at night." Xiang Yuhan smiled, and very naturally approached and touched Zhuang Yuan's forehead, and then paused a little longer." The fever has subsided, and Dr. Zhang also said yesterday that if the fever subsides today, it is best to rest for another day and not eat too much greasy food. You also need to take medicine."

"If the fever is gone, what medicine should I take?" Zhuoyuan Daimumu sat up, yawned and his eyes were not very sensitive, "Stop taking it."

"No." Xiang Yuhan shook his head very seriously, "Didn't the dean say it before, you have to take medicine to rest when you are sick, and you can't hold on. I will keep it firmly in my mind."

Uh, boy, in fact, you don't have to remember so well at all.

"Also, I want to apologize to the dean first. If the dean thinks what I did is wrong, just blame me." Xiang Yuhan lowered his head, timidly, with the same timidity and cautiousness as before, "I Afraid of disturbing the dean's rest, he put the dean's mobile phone in the office and did not take it in. I don't know if the dean will miss any calls."

"No way." Zhuang Yuan scratched his hair, "I don't have any important matters, I will call me either insurance or real estate or MLM. It's okay, let me see later, besides, you are also thinking about me, how can I blame you you?"

He looked at the boy, and reached out to touch his head. Now he could no longer see the shadow of the withered, yellow and frizzy hair. Sure enough, he raised the child well.

Xiang Yuhan smiled, blushing slightly with joy from the heart and pride after being affirmed.Zhuang Yuan, who looked at such a soft boy, was worried about how such an introverted and shy man would chase after girls in the future, and why his personality hadn't improved since he was a child.However, Zhuang Yuan only thought about it, the breeze blowing across the lake did not bring any ripples.

Xiang Yuhan's personality is formed from his native family and acquired, so it is impossible for him to intervene.Everyone has to walk their own way.

"I'll help the dean bring the phone. By the way, the dean will lie down after taking the medicine, so that he will be fine tomorrow." The boy smiled and took the phone and put it on the bedside table.

"kindness."

"I'll put the TV on the documentary channel, but the dean can't watch too much." The young man quickly turned on the TV, asked Zhuang Yuan to brush his teeth and wash his face, and let him rest on the bed, which was truly incomparably virtuous.His ability set off more and more Shohara's good-for-nothing.

Zhuang Yuan looked at the phone for a while, uh, it's out of battery.Anyway, there won't be anything important. Although Zhuang Yuan, who was still in a daze, asked the boy to charge it, he didn't notice that Xiang Yuhan didn't turn it on at all.

Seeing his dean watching TV with half-closed eyes again, the boy closed the door and left very considerately.Walking out of the small building and passing the long corridor, the cold wind rustled, the leaves almost fell off, and it looked very pitiful to be bare.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the plum blossoms that fell from an unknown branch landed at Xiang Yuhan's feet. The young man glanced at him indifferently, and his introverted and cautious expression, which was extremely obedient and sensible in front of Zhuang Yuan, had long been caught by the wind. Before he could see it, he stepped on the faintly fragrant flower and crushed it.

"Aunt Hu." Seeing the busy woman, Xiang Yuhan quickly put on the mask of a good boy. "The dean is much better now, I'll go and see later."

"Hey, thank you too. I don't know why so many children ate their stomachs badly yesterday, and we couldn't help each other. I'm really bothering you." Hu Jiewen was a little annoyed, "Obviously the food in the cafeteria should be clean, let's find out I checked and found out the reason. Oh, by the way, Su Qing said that she couldn't get through to the dean's cell phone at night, and even called the landline of the orphanage. I told her that the dean was sick and didn't have time to do her charity work. She'll talk about it in a few days."

"This Su Qing is really true, she has to drag the dean with everything." Hu Jiewen had a lot of opinions, and among other things, Su Qing also accused the dean of being too personal and not putting all his energy into doing things. Good thing.The dean has done so many things, adopted so many orphans and raised all of them well, treated all the employees politely and treated them well, how could others blame them casually?

Xiang Yuhan's smile didn't change, but he was a little embarrassed, "It's only because Aunt Su brought me here that I met the dean. Although Aunt Su's actions are inappropriate, I can't say anything."

Can't say anything, but can do something.Otherwise, hehe, how did those people in the courtyard know about Su Qing's accusations against the dean?Otherwise, why would those people in the courtyard have any objections to Su Qing?Otherwise, why would the dean's phone run out of battery?Otherwise... why did so many children have diarrhea yesterday to give him the opportunity to take care of the dean?

All kinds of dark and secret scheming methods are innate, he was born to know it, and he was born to use it freely.Su Qing knew what the dean was thinking, but... As he was walking, Xiang Yuhan thought casually, that woman was really troublesome, she was so persistent after several times, but the dean would not take a fancy to her.

If he really likes it...he will find a way to get the dean to get rid of this idea.

His dean belongs only to him, can only belong to him, can only look at him, can only think about him.This thought is getting deeper and clearer day by day.Whenever he saw the same gentle eyes of the dean falling on other people, and every time he heard the dean talking to others with the same watery voice, the beast in his heart was so manic and angry.

Maybe it was Dr. Zhang's medicine that took effect, maybe it was Xiang Yuhan's meticulous care, anyway, Zhuang Yuan was alive and kicking within two days and he was no longer like a salted fish.He first took the cake to thank Dr. Zhang, and then called Su Qing, saying that he was very sorry for not contacting her in time when he was ill.In order to express his apology, he specially invited Su Qing to a meal.

"Um... are you in good health?" Su Qing looked at the still young and gentle Zhuang Yuan, blushing a little. "I...that one didn't speak very nicely before, but I was also thinking about you."

"Ah, that." Zhuang Yuan smiled. Although what Su Qing said before was very rude, he didn't take it seriously at all. Order a peach gum double skin milk."

"That..." Su Qing frowned, looked up at Zhuang Yuan, who was at ease in this petty bourgeois environment, and looked at her red and swollen hands.She suddenly said, "Well, Zhuang Yuan. You have always said that you admire me for doing good deeds, and you usually go to the mountains to be a teacher and do volunteer work, right?"

"Well, yes." Zhuo Yuan studied the menu, would he order steak or spaghetti with bacon cream and asparagus?Soup with cream of mushroom soup or mushroom soup or minestrone?What do you want for a drink?

"That..." Su Qing suddenly plucked up her courage. It has been so many years, and her feelings for Zhuang Yuan have been suppressed in her heart for so many years. Su Qing can no longer hide it because it has fermented and swollen. Into charity?"

"Huh?" Zhuang Yuan felt that he had heard wrongly, and looked up in surprise.

"I... I know you are very kind, but you are not fully committed yet. I would like to invite you and me, uh." Su Qing said solemnly, "Come with me, let go of these pleasures, and devote your life to a great cause."

Zhuang Yuan looked at her, put down the menu, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, Su Qing. I can't do it. I admire your dedication. But I really can't do it. If you need my help , I am obliged, but maybe my realm is not up to your height."

"I..." Obviously what she wanted to say was not this, but Su Qing no longer had the courage to try again.The two people who ate this meal were boring, Zhuang Yuan was afraid that Su Qing would pull him to a height that she couldn't reach, while Su Qing was extremely depressed, and didn't know when she would have the courage to confess again.

And in the grocery store across the street, a young man in black was looking coldly at the coffee shop with one hand in his pocket. He looked at his dean with greed and longing, but when his eyes turned to When facing Su Qing, she was indescribably cold and disgusted again.With his other hand he was playing with the jackknife, clicking, clicking, clicking.

Click, click, click.

"Brother Xiang, he refused." Suddenly such a text message appeared on the phone screen.Xiang Yuhan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the darkness in his eyes decreased a little.

The author has something to say: Nei Han, I wish you a happy Children's Day tomorrow.