lame brain

When Fang Weiming woke up from the darkness, his head was no longer groggy, but he still dazzled when he opened his eyes, his mouth was bland and tasteless, and he longed for a cup of hot water to be put in front of him.

As if conjuring magic out of thin air, just as he thought so, a blue thermos bottle appeared in his sight.

Fang Weiming thought blankly: Could it be that all wishes come true?

The man carrying the hot water bottle didn't know that he was regarded as an almighty Santa Claus by the person on the bed. When he raised his eyes and saw a pair of black and white eyes staring at him blankly on the hospital bed, he was almost shocked.

"You don't make a sound when you wake up, and you don't make a sound when you become a fool. Your mouth is for decoration. I'll break it up for you." Jiang Yeqing took a cup out of nowhere and put it on the ground. thermos poured a glass of hot water.

Fang Weiming, who was woken up by the scolding: ...

Seeing that he was really looking at him blankly like a fool, Jiang Yeqing handed him the hot water in his hand with a look of disgust, muttering in his mouth, "Isn't it really a fool?" When holding the water glass with both hands, he lightly pressed his hand to his forehead for a while, and the other hand was pressed to his forehead as a reference, and then his face was serious as if he was doing something serious.

Fang Weiming was so startled by his sudden movement that he could hardly hold the water glass, his face was stiff, and he kept hypnotizing himself in his heart: relax...relax...if your face is too stiff, it will be touched, umm ,I guess so?

Fortunately, Jiang Yeqing didn't feel it out, he just felt that the body temperature of the person under his hands had turned icy cold again - in fact, the truth of the matter was that he himself was always too hot at the beginning of his blood - such a comparison, on the contrary, he was more Like the one who had a fever, he put down his hands and sneaked a look at the fair forehead, feeling a little bit reluctant in his heart, wanting to rub his cool jade-like forehead twice.

Jiang Yeqing: It's over, why does this person like his forehead so much.

He realized sadly that he was like an old man whose old house was on fire, and also like a boy who met his first love goddess. After catching up, it can be regarded as a secret love at most... Oh, secret love, he wants to laugh a little. If Jiang Yeqing from 17 years ago knew in advance that the hypocritical word "secret love" would be applied to him one day, his eyes would surely be full of tears. stared out.

The one who still has a crush on a rough guy!

Jiang Yeqing stared at the handsome man on the hospital bed for a few times, and finally withdrew the last three words out of conscience, well, this man is not rough at all, but also delicate, not only physically, but also psychologically Up.

Fang Weiming lowered his head and drank a couple of sips of water to cover up, not noticing Jiang Yeqing's colorful expression changes, let alone getting to his richer heart.Unexpectedly, I wanted to take a few sips with restraint in front of the person I had a crush on, but my dry throat couldn't stop when it encountered water, and I drank the whole glass of water by the time I realized it.

Holding the cup, he secretly thought about the way he drank water just now, whether it was a bit like "a cow drinking water", the more he thought about it, the more desperate he became.

But he didn't know that the person next to him who was also deeply in love and whose eyes were thicker than the city wall was staring at the part of his neck that was exposed from the collar when he lowered his head, in a daze, his head was circulating: How could it be so white... It's over, this The forehead, the back of the head and the neck are all pleasing to him, and he really wants to... really wants to lick them...

Fang Weiming, who didn't know that he could win with just a piece of his neck, said in order to get rid of the weird atmosphere, "Thank you. Where did this water come from?"

After speaking, he almost wanted to pat his brainless self, and fell into an even more depressing despair like an endless loop.

Sure enough, Jiang Yeqing reacted when he heard this sentence, and cursed, "I fetched water from the dormitory for you, so why don't I give you tap water for a person who has just been burnt into a fool?" Although he was cursing, his face blushed uncontrollably where Fang Weiming didn't see it, thinking of the impulse in his heart just now.If Zhao Fuyong saw the two globs of plateau red on his boss's ferocious face, he would be stunned and get goosebumps all over the floor.

"Ah."

Fang Weiming didn't know what he wanted to reply for a while, so he hesitated.

Then the atmosphere inexplicably quieted down, and it was very embarrassing for a while.

The two were flustered, they turned their heads quietly in this difficult silence almost at the same time, and after they happened to meet each other's eyes, they moved away at the same time knowingly.

After moving away for a while, they came back to their senses, each wondering why they had to look away just now.

Fang Weiming looked down at the bottom of the empty cup, Jiang Yeqing frowned and rubbed his forehead.

Two people: I feel like I am mentally retarded in front of him.

Just when the atmosphere was about to enter a more dangerous and embarrassing situation, the door of the infirmary was pushed open.

"Pooh!"

If you haven't seen him, hear his voice first.

In the infirmary, a person half-sitting on the bed, and a person standing by the bed turned their heads to look at the door at the same time. Sure enough, a girl in a long beige skirt came in gracefully from the doorway with skirts fluttering. Don't forget to lock the door with your backhand.

As soon as the door was locked, the goddess flew to the front of the hospital bed with a sudden change of style, looked up, down, left, and right at Fang Weiming on the hospital bed, and said, "Pooh, I heard them say that you had a cerebral hemorrhage after class." , was sent to the emergency room in critical condition... It's okay, it's just a rumor." As he spoke, he said that he stroked his chest twice and breathed out in a particularly tired way.

Fang Weiming: ...

Jiang Yeqing: ...

Guan Yanqing saw the empty cup in Fang Weiming's hand at a glance, "Pooh, are you thirsty?" He said courteously, took the cup into his hand before he could speak, and glanced at the other person standing beside the bed , "Why are some people so big that they are stuck here and don't even pour a glass of water for the patient." He walked past him muttering, took a blue kettle from the table and poured a glass of water to Fang Weiming.

Jiang Yeqing: ...

I really want to take this unsightly woman outside.

Now he no longer has the feeling of wanting to use this person as a perfunctory fuck in his heart. Instead, he can pick out piles and piles for her.

Nothing.He finally came to the conclusion that he couldn't understand how the man sitting on the bed had a crush on her and could bear her for so long.

What made him feel even more congested was still behind.

Fang Weiming took two sips of the water she handed over, and seeing his friend's sincerely concerned face, he couldn't help feeling warm, and his face relaxed a lot, showing a faint smile, "Thank you."

Guan Yanqing was stunned for a moment, then rushed forward, "Pooh, why are you so cute! Ahhh..."

"Wait, water, water is about to be spilled..."

……

Jiang Yeqing: ...

Watching the "rival in love" show courteousness with his hard-earned water, and seeing the person he likes react completely differently to the same kettle of water from the same cup, just because the person passing it is different .

Jiang Yeqing looked at the smile on Fang Weiming's face again, thinking about the "indifference" and "questioning" expression on his face when he passed the water just now, the fragile boy's heart, which was rough on the outside but delicate in reality, almost shattered into scum at this moment .

Jiang Yeqing: My mother's heart is blocked.

Guan Yanqing moved a stool over and sat down, while Jiang Yeqing sat on the other side of the bed.

Fang Weiming, who was leaning on the pillow with water hanging, looked at the serious expressions of the two people: Why is it so like three trials?

"Pooh, I heard that this person 'backed' you here?" She specially added an accent on the word "back" for emphasis.

Fang Weiming: Why do you ask this? ...Wait, he, he carried me behind his back? !

He just woke up and didn't think about the things when his mind was drowsy. Now that he thinks about it, his mind is full of mosaics: his slight panting in his ear, the hot palm he grasped at the bend of his leg, his running The broad back that pulsates slightly when I move...

His face was so stiff that it couldn't be any more stiff, and his eyes were completely out of focus.

Guan Yanqing saw his expression and knew that this person had fallen into the confusion of "who am I", "where am I" and "what am I doing", sighed in his heart, and glanced at the two big ones on the other side of the bed. The man with long legs found that he also propped his chin with one hand, frowning tightly, shaking his head from time to time, and then frowning even tighter, as if the space around him was written "I am very upset" and "I am very depressed" "I'm not happy," she turned her head and sighed longer in her heart.

Guan Yanqing: I feel tired seeing these two idiots.She definitely won't assist, let the two of them struggle like this!

snort!

In the infirmary of the three people, the strange silence of the two people just now was repeated.

Suddenly, the noise outside the door was getting closer and closer, as if a thousand ducks were making noise, which seemed very abrupt in the very quiet room.

Jiang Yeqing frowned, cursed, got up and opened the door to see what was going on outside.

As a result, when the door was opened, it was discovered that there was a group of people in school uniforms blocking the door, both men and women. The excited disputes on the faces suddenly disappeared collectively when they saw a demon appearing at the door.

Jiang Yeqing: "..."

He rubbed his face, and told himself that there was another person in the room that he was fancying. He had to pay attention to maintaining his not too much external image, so he barely restrained his urge to slam the door, and asked patiently, " What's the matter with you? If you have nothing to do, pack up and go far away."

Jiang Yeqing felt good about himself: Well, it's good, he didn't say fuck off, he used a more gentle word, as if he heard someone's voice adding favor.

A group of boys and girls outside the door didn't feel his gentleness at all. They were either stiff or trembling. After a while, someone was pushed out to speak, "Jiang, Boss Jiang, I, we are here to visit President Fang, how is he?" ?”

Jiang Yeqing nodded perfunctorily, "Well, he's fine."

Everyone looked at me and looked at you, and felt that this well-known school bully was standing at the door like a door god, and he didn't mean to let them in at all to see the sick male god president, but they didn't have the courage to resist, so they were pushed out The person said on their behalf, "Then... can I get rid of you and help us deliver these things to Chairman Fang? These are all our wishes!"

Jiang Yeqing saw the swipe, and everyone in the room brought out a gift, some with fruit, some with lunch boxes, and even some with a five-year mock three-year college entrance examination...

That scene was spectacular.

Jiang Yeqing looked at the starry eyes that everyone looked at him expectantly, and suddenly felt desperate in his heart——

It turned out that the most frightening thing was not that he suddenly found out that he saw a boy right after being idle for more than ten years, nor was it that the boy pretended to be indifferent and ignored him, but that he discovered that his rival's team might be the whole world!

Jiang Yeqing: Mom's heart is even more congested.

【journal】

(That night, because he remembered the process of someone carrying him on his back during the day, he had a dream. He blushed very honestly and wrote down the content of the dream in detail.)

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(A pile of mosaics.)

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↑ I don’t know what expression Jiang Erbao will have when he sees the diary in the future, hahaha I’m looking forward to it~

The veritable "day" post and "day" diary _(:з"∠)_