Cry again, I will kill you

"How is it? Is there still no one to open the door?"

After Qin An stood at the door of Yun Nan's house and smashed the door for the third time to no avail, Qin's mother hurried out with her bag and changed her shoes.

"No one answered the phone," Qin An anxiously listened to the busy tone on the phone, wandering back and forth at the entrance of the corridor.

"What's the matter with this child, he doesn't usually sleep so deeply." Qin's mother stepped forward to knock on the door and shouted, "Xiao Nan, I'm a godmother. Are you in there? When you hear it, open the door." Open the door."

Qin's father took the car keys, walked out while putting on his coat and asked, "Could you have gone to school by yourself?"

Qin's mother was dubious: "Then you should tell Qin An in advance."

"Let me call and ask." Although Qin An didn't believe it, he still dialed the phone to the watering can and waved at his parents: "If you two want to leave, go first, don't catch up with the traffic jam later."

Qin's mother nodded: "then you should also watch the time, don't be late."

Qin's father and Qin's mother went downstairs together, and before they left, they were still telling: "If you have any news, remember to tell us."

Qin An's phone has been connected, he responded perfunctorily, and straight to the point told the phone: "Watering can, go to the art class next door and find a little guy named Lin Anning."

"Yes, it's the little boss of the hot pot restaurant, you ask him if Yu Nan has gone to school."

As he spoke, he walked back to his house and opened the window of the house to have a look.

The rain hadn't stopped overnight, and a biting cold wind blew in with moisture. Qin Yu wiped the water off his face, closed the window and went upstairs again.

The family lives on the top floor, with a small attic attached, which is small in size but beautifully designed, with large floor-to-ceiling windows and a small roof that can be ventilated. The roofs of the two attics are connected, and there is an area in the middle that no one can get on Go to the public terrace.

"Okay, I see. You hang up. If the teacher asks me, just say that I have something to do at home and go later."

Qin An hung up the phone, observed the height of the attic, and with a push of both hands, he fell onto the roof of his attic.

He climbed up to the roof of the whole building along the roof, walked along, jumped to the top of the attic of Yun Nan's house, finally climbed to the small roof, pushed the door and walked in.

Fuck, I never thought that in the age of electronic information, you have to be able to parkour to find someone.

Qin An complained cursingly in his heart, and went downstairs along the stairs in the attic.

Pushing open the door of Yunan's room, a gust of damp cold air rushed in, the curtains were blown open a small crack, and the bleak and bitter autumn wind leaked in from the gap, directly pouring a chill into the heart .

Qin Yu was terrified by the cold, walked quickly to the bed and closed the window, half of the curtains had already been soaked by the rain that hadn't stopped all night, he turned his head and saw a big bulging lump wrapped under the navy blue silk quilt, it wasn't Yu Nan Who the hell could it be?

Damn, don't be stupid!

Qin An was startled, gasped, and walked over to throw off the quilt.

Not tilted.

The four corners of the quilt were tightly wrapped under Yu Nan's body, only the small half of his face above the nose and the top of his head and nose were exposed on the pillow. They were all trembling slightly, looking like they were not sleeping soundly.

Qin Yu touched his forehead...

hot.

The fuck can spread eggs.

He was so angry that he almost cursed, turned around and rushed into the living room like a gust of wind, rummaged through boxes and chests and started looking for the medicine box, while looking for it, he frantically took out his mobile phone and dialed Qin's mother's number.

He tilted his head and clamped the phone in the pocket of his shoulder, pulled out the thermometer and strode back into the room.

Yu Nan's breathing was heavy, his eardrums seemed to be soaked in water, everything he heard was far away and unreal, he vaguely heard the sound coming from the living room, and his eyelashes trembled even more.

A burglar broke into the house?

He tried his best to open his eyes, but his body was like lead, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

suffered.

I can't move.

Yu Nan's breathing became more and more rapid, Junxiu's eyebrows were tightly frowned, he heard the sound of rummaging in the living room seemed to gradually weaken, and then there seemed to be the sound of talking.

Is it Xiao Qin'an?

That's great, Xiao Qin'an is here, so I won't be afraid.

The gully between Yu Nan's brows stretched out, and the whole portrait was wrapped in a huge protective umbrella, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Qin Yu hung up the phone, walked in with a thermometer, and saw the person on the bed who wrapped herself like a silkworm chrysalis, sighed, went over to touch the quilt, and said, "Hey, Yunan, Yunan? Can you hear me? ?”

"Yu Nan, you have a fever, I have to take your temperature now, you loosen the quilt."

The person in the quilt hummed softly, and then returned to silence, without any movement.

Qin Yu reached out and pulled his quilt.

Not moving.

"Tsk, I can't take your temperature when you're like this." Qin An's temper got a little hot, but he still said patiently and softly, "Can you hear me? Don't hold the quilt so tightly."

The people in the bed seemed to think he was noisy, so they buried their faces in the pillow.

Hold!Really fucking toast and not eat.

Qin Yu slapped the bottom of the quilt hard: "Yu Nan! If you don't let go, I will tear you from below! Believe it or not, I'll stick the thermometer in your ass/eye!"

The quilt moved slightly, and a corner of the quilt was loosened.

Qin An rushed forward quickly and pulled the quilt away: "I can't do it unless I give you a hard one, right? I think you owe it."

"Why the fuck are you so hot? You're not burned, are you?"

He tore off Yunan's collar and stuffed the thermometer under his arm, then touched his forehead, and decided to take a wet towel to help him physically cool down first.

He laid Yun Nan's body flat, tucked the corners of the quilt tightly, and then got up to go to the bathroom.

"No..." Yu Nan tugged at his sweatpants in a daze: "Don't go."

Qin An lowered his head and looked at his bony hand. His fair complexion became even paler due to his illness. His fingertips tightly pinched the corner of his sweatpants, and his pale pink nails became pale due to the force. From blue and white.

There was a sudden soreness in his heart, and the memory seemed to be dragged to a late night seven or eight years ago. This white and tender hand also tightly grabbed the corner of his clothes, as if tightly clutching his heart. ——

"Don't go."

"what?"

There was a power outage, and Qin An, who came to deliver candles to Yun Nan's house, was grabbed by the corner of his clothes before leaving.

"Don't go...it's too dark, I can't see anything clearly."

Under the dim candlelight, only Yu Nan's pair of bright peach blossom eyes are crystal clear and bright.

"My family hasn't come back yet, can you accompany me?"

"Are you afraid of the dark?"

"I'm not afraid, I just feel that it won't be safe if you leave."

He must be very insecure.

Thinking about it, Qin An suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart, which was very unpleasant.

He lightly touched Yu Nan's fingers, his voice was soft and deep: "I won't go, I'll get you a wet towel."

"Well," Yunan muttered something, her hands didn't seem to relax at all, but the blue and white of her fingertips became more obvious.

"Yu Nan, I'm not leaving. I'll go to the bathroom and I'll be right back." Qin An bent down and tried to get close to his ear: "Can you let go of your hands?"

Yun Nan's dry lips moved, and Qin An only heard him speak softly when he got closer.

"Don't go."

"Okay, then I won't go," Qin An broke off his hands and stuffed them into the quilt, repeating: "I won't go."

"Lie down and don't move, I'm here with you."

As he spoke, he pulled the sofa chair piled with clothes over with his backhand, and watched him sit down.