Now, little cane

in the cafe.

Yan He finally found a suitable beginning of the sentence and said, "He treats me very well."

You Suxi rolled her eyes: "I think I treat you well."

Yan He smiled and shook his head: "It's not the same. At this age, I'm afraid everyone can't show the heartfelt sincerity of a teenager."

It was rare for You Suxi not to talk back, and agreed: "You are right."

Yan Hexiao, even if everyone is in their teens, they may not be as enthusiastic as Qi Ling.

Holding the key, Qi Ling walked all the way downstairs to Yan He's room, glanced at the phone, thinking, if there is no problem, then go back to the dormitory after a look, it will be in time.

Open the familiar door, the door is dark, not the familiar warm yellow light.

Qi Ling turned on the light, raised her head, and stood there silently.

The house is a mess, definitely not Yanhe's style.

Qi Ling looked at it again carefully, and it didn't look like a mess where a thief had come in.

He walked to the living room and stopped moving again. As far as he could see on the table, there were all kinds of medicine bottles, big and small. Qi Ling couldn't believe what he saw.

Pick up a bottle, all in English, there is no bottle of domestic medicine.

Qi Ling remembered the last few words Dr. Wang said to him that day.

Take a deep breath.

Yan He's bedroom door was closed.

Qi Ling opened the door, but there was no light inside, so Qi Ling turned on the light.

Also messy.

Yan He was sitting at the foot of the bed, as if he was asleep, with a quilt on his body, and the soles of his feet were exposed.

Qiling walked over softly, looked at the bedside table, there were several bottles of medicine scattered around, and there were a few white pills outside, as if they had been prepared in advance.

Qiling raised her hand and touched Yanhe lightly, Yanhe woke up instantly.

He subconsciously reached out to touch under the pillow, always staggered, Qi Ling picked up the box of medicine exposed under the pillow, he knew it was Yan He's inhalation medicine the night of the accident.

Qi Ling didn't speak, Yan He had recovered and didn't know what to say.

Qi Ling looked at Yan He's pale face and the cold sweat on his forehead, as if someone was pulling his heart, it hurt.

Qi Ling stretched out her hand to hold Yan He's ankle, it was cold.open.

Yan He sat upright, licked his lips, and said in embarrassment: "It's a bit messy, why are you..."

Qi Ling asked, "How long has it been?"

Yanhe is speechless.

Qi Ling raised her head, her brows and eyes were full of pressure, and she spoke calmly: "Sequel, how long has it been?"

Yan He didn't know such a strong Qi Ling.

Yan He: "You..."

Qi Ling shouted: "How long have I been asking you?!"

Yanhe was silent.

Qi Ling held her forehead, her eyes were red, neither of them spoke.

Qi Ling bent down and covered her face with her hands.

After a while, he whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Yan He stretched out his hand, paused in mid-air, and put it down to caress Qi Ling's back. Qi Ling stepped forward to hug him, her brows were tightly locked, and she kept repeating these three words. Yan He felt the boy's body tremble.

After a while, Qi Ling let go of Yan He, sniffed her nose in embarrassment, suppressed the redness of her eyes, and said, "I'll clean up the house for you, and you can tell me when you come back."

Yan He sighed: "Okay."

It took more than half an hour to clean up, and it was very messy. It can be seen that Yanhe has not cleaned up at all recently.

When Qi Ling calmed down, she made a cup of milk for Yan He and brought it in. Yan He was still sitting against the wall, but his body was covered by the quilt. Qi Ling stuffed the milk into Yan He's hands, and Yan He said thank you.

Qi Ling's heart was very blocked.

Qi Ling: "Let me tell you what I guessed just now, you can see if it's right."

Yan He lowered his head to drink the milk.

Qi Ling sat at the foot of his bed, and slowly said: "It started from the withdrawal of medicine, and it happened at your mother. Then what I know now is that you can't sleep well, you need someone to accompany you, sometimes you vomit, and That is, maybe my company will make you feel more comfortable?"

Yan He said softly: "There is nothing wrong. I guessed right."

Qi Ling gritted her teeth.

Yan He thought about what to say, put the milk on the bedside table, looked at Qi Ling, hesitated for a moment, and sighed.

Qi Ling stared at him stubbornly, and after more than ten minutes of silence, Yan He was defeated.

Yan He: "For my reexamination tomorrow, my doctor has told me many times to bring you with me, why don't you come with me?"

Qi Ling: "Okay."

Qi Ling: "I'm staying here tonight, let me have a conversation with you, sleep when you're tired."

Yan He's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Qi Ling pursed her lips, feeling like a knife was piercing her heart.

Sunday.

Sitting in Dr. Zhang's consulting room, Qi Ling didn't know how to respond after hearing Yan He's situation, so she just covered her eyes with her hands, not wanting to be looked at by others.

Doctor Zhang said: "Actually, his problem can be big or small, but I feel that Yan He is a very self-reliant person. He is unwilling to ask others to help him with treatment. Yan Jing is studying art now, so he should be cared for." not much.

"It would be great if he had a family member with him. Of course, you can spend more time with him.

"After all, he has persisted for so long. You are the first person to arrive. He should be in a state of complete trust and defenselessness in his heart."

Qi Ling: "Is he in a bad situation now?"

Dr. Zhang: "I think he's pushing himself, and it's getting worse and worse. At the beginning, he only said that he didn't like any physical contact with men. In the latest follow-up visit, he said he didn't like it." In a noisy environment with many people, he himself wants to get back to normal quickly, which is not a good sign."

Qi Ling: "What about the symptoms?"

Dr. Zhang opened his resume: "A few times it was an asthma attack, and a few times it was vomiting. Asthma has a lot to do with his mood. Maybe he was extremely frightened when the accident happened, but he didn't describe his mood at that time."

Qi Ling asked: "Then, what should I do?"

Dr. Zhang said: "I guess, if you are around him, he will feel safe in his heart. You can spend more time with him. After all, his mood has a lot to do with his illness. His physical signs and indicators have declined a bit. His spirit The state is far from when I first came here, and the dose of the medicine has also increased."

Qi Ling covered her face, unable to speak.

When Qi Ling walked out of the consultation room, Yan He sat quietly outside, looking at the trees outside the window.

The sun was so good that Qi Ling could almost see the fine hairs on Yan He's side face.

Yan He turned his head, with a customary smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qi Ling was about to stop breathing, and her chest felt very tight.

Following Yan He back in the car, Yan He didn't ask what Dr. Zhang told Qi Ling, and Qi Ling didn't ask Yan He about his condition.

Outside the community, Qi Ling asked Yan He to stop and put him down.

Yanhe Yiyan.

Back home, Yan He found that the room had been cleaned up by Qi Ling last night.

Wiping off the non-existent sweat on his forehead, Yan He started to tidy up his home.

It's true that it hasn't been tidied up for a long time, it doesn't look like the place where he lives.

When Yan He was arranging the medicines on the table, the door opened, and Qi Ling came in with the vegetables she bought.Yan He was a little at a loss.

Qi Ling glanced at him and walked quietly to the kitchen.

After finishing all the dishes, Qi Ling washed her hands and found Yan He standing at the door, saying, "It's just right, you cook."

Yan He was a little unclear about what Qi Ling meant, they still had to eat, and the two of them returned to the previous way of getting along, that is, Qi Ling was too forceful and silent.

After eating, Qi Ling went to wash the dishes again, Yan He rubbed his nose, put the extra dishes in the refrigerator, and when he opened the refrigerator, it was empty, he couldn't help sighing, Qi Ling must have seen it yesterday.

Yan He poured out the medicine and divided it, spread it out in the palm of his hand, holding the glass in one hand, Qi Ling came out and saw this scene.

Pursing her lips, she watched Yan He take the medicine.

Qi Ling also sat on the sofa and poured herself a glass of water.

No one spoke between the two of them.

Qi Ling lowered her eyes and thought for a long time, then raised her head and asked bluntly: "Now you don't like boys touching you physically."

Yan He was silent, took a pillow and rubbed his hands, and after a while, said frankly: "No."

"Where are the girls?"

Yan He: "Girls don't care."

Qi Ling sat a little closer, observed Yan He's expression, and asked, "Aren't you against me too?"

Yan He said softly, "No."

There was another silence, Qi Ling said: "I'll move in and live with you for a while."

Yan He touched his nose, and said slowly: "It's too much trouble for you, and your girlfriend still needs..."

Qi Ling asked: "How long has it been since you cooked by yourself?"

Yanhe was silent for a moment.

Yanhe hated crowded places more and more, his face would be covered in cold sweat whenever he went there, and he didn't go to the vegetable market either.

He just lowered his head, not looking into Qi Ling's eyes.

Qi Ling asked: "Do you hate me?"

Yan He shook his head: "I... may recover a little slowly... it may be troublesome..."

"Then do it."

Yanhe: ...

in the afternoon.

The first thing Qiling said when she called his mother was, Mom, I feel really sick to my stomach recently.

The last sentence is, I see, if you find a good place, you can tell the teacher.

On Sunday afternoon, the few things will be moved to Yan He's house. Yan He watched silently, but still felt a little unreal.

Yan He was going to help Qi Ling move, but Qi Ling pushed him into his room and said, "Then help me classify."

was sent away.

Clean out the room.

For Qi Ling's important things, Yan He sat on the wooden floor with his legs crossed, and Qi Ling handed him whatever he wanted.

Qi Ling said: "I'll collect all the medicines later. I asked about the calming medicines. The dose you took last night was wrong. I will give you a good dose every time."

Yanhe: ...

Because he couldn't sleep, Yan He increased the dosage by himself.

Yan He looked at Qi Ling like a bully and kept his words, and put all the medicines in his room, but the doctor prescribed vitamins, but Yan He divided the doses by himself.One afternoon, his house was divided into two by wind and clouds, and a small half was filled with Qi Ling's things, and it was still in order.

When Yan He was washing his face, he saw an extra set of things on the sink, and he couldn't tell what it felt like.

It wasn't like this when she lived with Yan Jing.

Yan Jing worked so hard on painting that she got carried away, and Yan He could only help her organize her painting tools, wash her brushes, and clean up her studio.When eating, Yan Jing will eat together when she is free. More often, Yan Jing will sway freely in front of the canvas when inspiration strikes. Tight, the problem of Yan Jing's stomach will be better.

Qi Ling would help him wash the vegetables and help him. From a certain point of view, Yan Heting welcomed him to come to his house for dinner.

Now that the boy had to watch over him to recover, Yanhe felt somewhat unreal, and this unreality came from being taken care of.

He has always been able to organize his life in an orderly manner, but now... Yan He is somewhat frustrated and at the same time stressed.

You still have to get better soon.

After dinner, Yan He and Qi Ling watched TV together on the sofa.

Yan He would look back at Qi Ling from time to time.

Qi Ling also noticed it, until Yan He looked back for the fourth time and asked seriously: "Don't you like me living in?"

Yan He lost his voice and shook his head.

Yanhe organized his words and said slowly: "It's not your fault. If you don't like it, you don't need... well, you don't need to live in and stay with me... I can do it by myself."

Qiling gritted her teeth: "Where do you see that I'm forcing myself?"

Yan He choked for a moment, and said the truth: "Don't you want to spend more time with He Hui? I heard that He Hui also lives on campus, and you also...have less contact with me a while ago. You haven't been like It looks happy."

Qi Ling was speechless at that moment.

He lowered his head in frustration, thought for a long time, looked up into Yan He's eyes, looked into his eyes, and said sincerely: "I'm unhappy because you didn't tell me anything. After all, it's me...you are me, it's very good." , friend, you make me very angry by hiding it from me."

It also made him very uncomfortable.

"As for He Hui, it's not what you think."

Yan He was dubious and didn't ask any more questions.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Qi Ling watched Yan He finish his medicine, took a book and sat at the end of Yan He's bed to read.

Yan He felt a bit oppressed, unable to sleep and tossed and turned on the bed, Qi Ling moved to the head of the bed, and pressed his shoulders with his hands.

"I see you have a lot of fairy tales, let me read to you."

Yan He's face is a little hot, there are indeed some, Yan Jing bought them for him, and it's not difficult to take them with him wherever he goes.

Qiling picked a familiar mermaid story and read it slowly.

His voice was already low, and Yan He became sleepy after hearing a few sentences.

When Qi Ling thought about the mermaid coming to the palace, she looked down and found that Yan He had already fallen asleep.

He changed back to his own book, read it while listening to Yan He's breathing became more and more steady.

Qi Ling got out of bed to turn off the light, and sat at the end of Yan He's bed, unwilling to leave.

Burying his head between his knees, Dr. Zhang's words started to play back again.

Terribly miserable.

The author has something to say: At this time, Qi Ling and He Hui had already proposed breaking up, but they didn't say anything because they were afraid that Yanhe would think too much about it.The turning line will start next week.

By the way, will the little angel who said slowly yesterday really come back to see me QAQ 嘘嘤嘘~~~~

The work has received hundreds of works, and it is complete, so I don’t want to beg, thank you, everyone, so I wrote a small theater~~~

I love you all, let’s compare each other~~~I will miss you tomorrow~~=3=~~~Thank you for the thunder that has been nagging me~~

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星空

After March, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and there is lush greenery everywhere.

The long-planned spring outing in Yanhe's class started on the weekend.

I chose the lakeside. At that time, the water was still sparkling and there was a faint bottom~

The students brought their own tents, and Yan He took a two-person tent from Yan Jing, but there were actually three-person and eight-person tents, fearing that Qi Ling would be unhappy, he chose a small one, so as not to be crowded by the class.Some families have tents, while others are rented by classmates. Anyway, they all settled down in the end.

At night, the dead wood branches that everyone picked up were used as firewood. A circle of people gathered around the fire, disconnected from the city's electricity, and the night was thick and dark. Looking at places without light, it was all black and gray, and it was impossible to find the direction.

Qiling sat on Yanhe's left, and everyone sang and played games, similar to beating drums to pass flowers.

Yanhe got it once, stood up and sang a ditty for everyone generously, I couldn't understand it, but it was very nice.

It was the first time Qiling knew that Yanhe could sing.

At night, everyone got into their respective tents. Qi Ling and Yan He's tent was a little far away from everyone else's. It was built by Yan He. The two of them got in. Qi Ling sniffed and said, "It smells so good."

Yan He smiled: "Probably my mother sprinkled it with perfume. She likes fragrant ones."

Qi Ling didn't worry about this, and asked: "What are you singing? I haven't heard you sing before?"

Yanhe: "Little tune, my vocal teacher taught me before. When I was young, my mother always sent me to various friends to learn for a while, and finally found out that my best is music. She was depressed... Maybe I will learn in the end. , but I don't really like it."

Qi Ling: "Huh? Why?"

In Qiling's view, Yan Jing is a very enlightened parent.

Yan He lowered his eyelashes, opened the sleeping bag he brought, and said, "She thinks the circle is too messy."

Qi Ling asked: "What is it singing?"

Yanhe thought of this question instead, pulled the tent away, dragged Qi Ling and said, "Look, there are so many stars in the sky in the suburbs~"

The densely packed river of stars suddenly appeared, and Qi Ling let out a sigh and said, "My house can also see many stars."

Yan He lowered his voice next to his ear: "The song is about the starry sky."

Qi Ling: "Then you sing again."

Yan He sang again, Qi Ling blinked, the two of them got close, Yan He was watched intently by him, he couldn't tell what he felt, but he felt very good.

Halfway through singing, Yan He put his arms around Qi Ling, and the two of them huddled in the tent, opened the door a little to look at the stars.

After Yanhe sang the last line, the lyrics are as bright as you.He froze.

Qi Ling looked at him and asked, "It's over?"

Yan He: "It's over."

"Oh."

Qi Ling was about to obediently pull the zipper.

Yan He bowed his head and kissed the corner of his mouth unexpectedly.

Relatives and relatives are like beating drums.