Two pots of water

When Jiang Chu came to Jiang Liantian's house for dinner, he basically didn't drink alcohol. Today, Tan was so drunk that he always wanted to turn his face to look at him.

It's not much, but I feel that something is wrong with him.

"Eat." Tan Zui served him a bowl of porridge, and squeezed the small wine cup on Jiang Chu's table.

Before Jiang Chu came over, he drank a can of beer at home.

Just his little amount of cat urine, if you mix two cups like this, you will be smashed face down on the dining table after a while.

"It's okay." Jiang Chu glanced at the small wine cup and said so, but he didn't want to take it away.

Tan Zui gave him a bowl of porridge, and he stirred it a few times and started to drink the porridge.

Sure enough, with just these few cups, when he got up to go home after eating, he bumped.

"It's okay." Jiang Chu leaned on the back of the chair and glanced down, kicked out a small piece of Gulu cucumber, "I stepped on it."

"Shall I take you two back?" Jiang Liantian asked while looking at him.

"Tan Zui knows how to drive." Jiang Chu put his arm on Tan Zui's shoulder.

"Did you bring your notebook?" Jiang Liantian asked again.

Jiang Chu didn't even look at him, he greeted Tan Shuman, opened the door and went out.

"Have you brought your book?" Jiang Chu repeated Jiang Liantian's question to Tan Zuo until he entered the elevator.

"What do you think?" Tan Zui looked at him.

"Then how do we go back?" Jiang Chu smiled.

"It's not that I don't have money." Tan Zui tugged at his clothes.

The car was still thrown in Jiang Liantian's garage.

Tan Zui hailed a car and went to the entrance of the community, and pushed Jiang Chu into the back row. The two of them didn't speak during the whole journey.

When he got home, Jiang Chu wiped his clothes and was about to throw them on the bed, but Tan Zui dragged him back by his arm.

"I'm out of energy today." Jiang Chu scratched his face, "You play by yourself, the Feiji cup that Da Ben bought for you is still there."

"What did your father tell you?" Tan Zui asked.

"I didn't say anything." Jiang Chu yawned and rambled, "Ask me if I have enough money."

"Where's your mother?" Tan Zui continued to stare at him.

"Stop talking, I'm asking if you're in puppy love..." Jiang Chu said while stroking Tan Zui's back.

"She called you specifically to say this?" Tan Zui interrupted him.

Jiang Chu looked at Tan Zui for a while, feeling tangled and confused.

He really didn't want Qin to suffer the most.

Last time Jiang Liantian and Tan Shuman asked Tan Ji if he wanted to move out out of the blue.

But seeing Tan Zui staring at him without moving his eyes, Jiang Chu suddenly felt that he was always thinking about not telling Tan Zui anything, the idea in his heart was not to make Tan Zui unhappy, and the essence was not to be with his mother and Jiang Liantian. Do you mean something?

Thinking about it differently, if he was Qin Zui, he would rather know everything at the first time.

You definitely don't want to ask any questions like this and be fooled around.

"Bring me a cigarette." Jiang Chu sighed inwardly, patted Tan Zui's butt, and sat down at the end of the bed.

Tan Zui went to order one for him, and directly put it into Jiang Chu's mouth between his fingertips.

"Sit." Jiang Chu squinted his eyes and patted the side.

Tan Zui took the ashtray from the table again, put it on his lap and sat down towards Jiang Chu.

"The two of them want to buy you a house, not for any other reason, but because they think they will have to buy it sooner or later." Jiang Chu considered his words, "You will need it in the future, if you want to come to me during the holidays, come here, if you want to stay by yourself Don’t worry about having nowhere to go.”

"And then?" Qin Zui said "um", and then asked.

"Nothing after that." Jiang Chu breathed on him.

He said it himself now, and he didn't think it was unacceptable.

I don't understand why when Jiang Liantian spoke just now, he got so angry.

"You don't want me to move out." Tan Zui said affirmatively.

Talk shit.

Jiang Chu flicked the cigarette ash, looking at Tan the most lazy.

"What's going on with your mother?" Tan Zui took Jiang Chu's hand and rubbed it on his lap.

"Can't she tell me after putting away the things?" Jiang Chu also rubbed him, but still didn't tell the situation on his mother's side.

The current situation on the mother's side is not something that can be improved if he talks to Tan Zui.

Jiang Chu himself didn't dare to think about it.

"No more?" Tan Zui raised his eyelids and looked at him again.

"Why don't you just tell me what you want to hear, and I can learn it for you." Jiang Chu said "tsk" and pulled his hand out.

"I think you will tell me directly if you have something annoying in the future." Tan Zui held him tightly.

"Did I tell you this before?" He asked Jiang Chu.

"Hey, am I not fulfilling this?" Jiang Chu felt dizzy in his head, and his cigarette was a little nauseating.

He handed the remaining half of the cigarette to Tan Zui, and when Tan Zui took it, he threw it back with his arms open, and lay on his back with his eyes closed.

"Go take a bath, puppy." He raised an arm and pressed it on his forehead to block the light, "Come over after washing and let my brother sleep in his arms."

Qin most likely smiled lightly, got up and pulled the blanket over Jiang Chu's stomach.

Neither of them slept well that night.

When Qin Zui came back from the shower, Jiang Chu had already fallen asleep with his face upside down, without moving his arms.

He supported Jiang Chu's head and gave him a pillow, and went to write his thesis for a while.

When it was almost midnight, Tan Zui was just about to fall asleep, Jiang Chu propped himself up on the edge of the bed, and went to the bathroom to vomit for a while.

Jiang Chu didn't turn on the light, fearing that Tan Zui would be shaken awake, so he squatted in front of the toilet and vomited himself up alive, and kept his pose in a daze for a while.

The things that went back and forth in his mind were still those of the day, from the day to the dream just now, and then to the present, he couldn't stop repeating them even if he didn't want to think about them.

Repeat without clue.

Jiang Chu squatted there thinking about his mother for a while, thinking about Jiang Liantian and Tan Shuman for a while, and thinking about Tan Zui for a while.

Finally thinking about himself, he found that he was still lying on the toilet flushing, it was really smelly.

Sighing, he stripped himself naked and took a shower.

Qin Zui was half asleep and half awake, feeling that Jiang Chu was lying back with a body of chilly steam, and he pulled the quilt to wrap the two of them up.

In the middle of the night, he swiped his arm to the side and touched Jiang Chu's hot back, thinking for a second that the air conditioner was turned up?In the next second, he frowned and opened his eyes.

"Brother?" Tan Zizhi called out to him in a low voice, propping up his upper body to try Jiang Chu's forehead.

piping hot.

He turned on the night light on the bedside, turned Jiang Chu from the position with his back to him, and pressed Jiang Chu's neck again.

"What time is it?" Jiang Chu woke up from the torment, and asked with a frown.

"It's not time, you have a fever." Tan Zui pulled the quilt on him, turned on the air conditioner to change the wind, and went to look for a thermometer under the TV cabinet in the living room.

"Fever?" Jiang Chu was still dozing off, and raised his hand to try his forehead.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Qin Zui stuffed the thermometer under his arm, "Measure it."

"I don't feel it." Jiang Chu dryly felt it, as if it was a little hot, but he didn't feel anything else.

The last time he got sick was two years ago.

It was just a bad cold, and Tan Zui stared at it like a timer and poured cold spirits for several days, and finally went to a hot spring to soak it up.

Jiang Chu couldn't remember what it was like to have a fever, so he felt dizzy.

It was as if a hemp rope had been passed between the two temples and tied in a knot, hanging him dangling, dizzy and nauseated.

"If you're drinking, just get some sleep." Jiang Chu signaled Tan Zui to turn off the light.

"You sleep in yours." Tan Zui dimmed it twice, and when he heard that the water dispenser was on, he went to pour Jiang Chu another glass of water.

Estimating the time, he took out the thermometer and took a look. He almost wanted to fold Jiang Chu up and take him directly to the hospital.

"It's already 38 degrees, tell me you don't feel it?" Tan Zui frowned and patted Jiang Chu's face. This time he directly turned off the air conditioner and opened the windows to ventilate.

He also went to hug the thick quilt on his bed and wrapped Jiang Chu tightly from head to toe.

"Fuck, you just burned me to save trouble." Jiang Chu was pressed so tight in his chest, he hooked his neck to look at himself, and cursed with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense." Tan Zui slobbered at him, and glanced at Jiang Chu's body, which was indeed a little thicker, his eyes were hot.

"Go to the hospital." He put down the cup and wanted to put on Jiang Chu's clothes again.

"Don't torment me, just have a fever, don't act like a psychopath." Jiang Chu immediately opened the slits of his eyes.

He had closed his eyes and played with Tan the most, but when he heard that he wanted to send himself to the hospital in the middle of the night, he quickly looked at him with a warning: "Let me sleep peacefully, and I won't beat you up tomorrow."

Qin Zui looked at the time, and it didn't arrive at four o'clock.

If Jiang Chu is forced to stand up, he believes that Jiang Chu can really beat him for this matter.

It was true that if he had a fever, Jiang Chu insisted on tossing him to the hospital, and he was too lazy to move or not.

Tan Zui threw away his clothes, squatted next to Jiang Chu, put his arm under his quilt and tried again, "Tsk", "Your hands are burning."

"Where do you circle your hands? Can you show some basic respect to the patients?" Jiang Chu closed his eyes and couldn't help being happy, "When will you touch it without burning your hands?"

"Is it really uncomfortable?" Tan Zui stared at Jiang Chu's expression.

"You go to sleep now, if you open your eyes again, I'm sure I'll leave." Jiang Chu struggled to pull out his hand from under the quilt, and touched Tan Zui's face.

Tan Zui went to look through the medicines at home again, they were all old pills that had gone through countless lifetimes, and he didn't dare to give them to Jiang Chu.

He checked his phone, put on his clothes and ran to the 24-hour pharmacy two streets away.

People are so weird sometimes.

Ming Mingtan also knew in his heart that a fever was not a big deal. If the elders had a fever, they should be sterilized. If it were him, he would probably have no time to react when the fever was over.

But looking at Jiang Chu's fever, he was only left with frizz in an instant.

He had to do everything he could, otherwise he wouldn't be able to rest assured.

Jiang Chu heard Tan Zui rummaging outside for a long time, then knocked the door softly and went out, staring at the ceiling.

He knew that Tan Zui was going to buy medicine, so he didn't stop him.

Don't let him get some medicine back and pour it down for himself, this kid won't sleep for the rest of the night.

Zhou Teng slipped in through the crack of the door, jumped onto the bed, sniffled, and stared at him.

Jiang Chu stretched out an arm from the quilt that Tan Zui wrapped him in an iron bucket, pulled Zhou Tengpa to the side, and scratched twice on the half of the bed where Tan Zui slept.

Being sick can sometimes be just a "feeling".

Jiang Chu wandered around his temples and thought dizzily.

He didn't feel uncomfortable just now, and he didn't feel anything when Qin Zui threw the 38-degree thermometer in front of his eyes, and he was quite helpless.

However, listening to the haste of the speech, and not forgetting to close the door gently, he suddenly felt "burned".

The heavy quilt from his body burned into his chest, and his heart dangled and burned hot.

Qin really looks like a puppy.

his puppy.