Continuously

Every window is closed to prevent sunlight. At this moment, the house is still and the fluorescent lights are off, like a clean gray sponge. Except for the occasional movement that disturbs the air, every carbon atom here is very quiet.

Yao An was standing on the outermost coiled edge of the Indian carpet. It had been less than two seconds since he moved the last time, and the place where he was standing just now had been wiped by a water stain.

The water stain followed Yao Jianqi until he mopped every corner of the living room.

When Yao Jianqi passed by Yao An again, he took out the desktop fan in the bedroom, took a socket from under the TV, pulled out all the plugs on it and threw it into the cabinet, turned on the fan, and put it on the coffee table.

He turned the gear, but the fan didn't respond. He fiddled with it a few more times and pulled the plug, but the fan blades remained motionless. Half a second before Yao An couldn't help but say, "Why don't I come?" I slapped the electric motor with my palm, as if I had known each other before, a chill finally drove away the sweltering heat, and the wind started trembling.

"sit down."

Yao Jianqi took two glasses of iced soda from the refrigerator, during which Yao An said "No, thank you", and soon he regretted this sentence.

Because Yao Jianqi then put the two cups of drinks intact in front of the fan, pressed the fixed button, and said concisely: "It's so cool."

The evaporation of the water vapor on the ground and the ice-quenching airflow work together, and the physical temperature is dropping, but Yao An feels that it is getting hotter.

After a while, he said: "You don't use air conditioners here, and I don't think there are any in hotels."

"No." Yao Jianqi said.

"Oh." He had no choice but to respond.

The wind was blowing, and he suddenly realized that the fan was only blowing on himself, and Yao Jianqi, who was sitting next to the fan, was silent even in the lightest part.

"Fan, don't you blow it?" Yao An wanted to move forward.

"Don't move." Yao Jianqi's left leg was bent on the single square sofa, and he stopped quietly, "I'm not hot."

"But……"

"that's it."

There was a sofa in the middle of the gap between them, and Yao Jianqi's temperature dropped a little when he handed each word, Yao An thought, it was a mistake for him to sit on the side farthest from him.

"I went to your school to look for you just now." Yao An withdrew his hand and compromised, covered in unwavering worry, "They said you had a fever."

Yao Jianqi fell into the soft shade by the window, his right foot was bare, he rubbed it on the carpet, and asked, "Do you think it looks like it?"

"How do you feel, are you dizzy?" Yao An moved closer to him, obviously, "They said you haven't passed for a few days, is it serious?"

"They said." Yao Jianqi turned his head slightly, his chin exposed from the shadow, "You believe everything they say, right?"

"Tell me, won't you?" They seemed to be talking to themselves, even though they were talking about each other.

Yao Jianqi was wearing a navy blue shirt with the cuffs curled up at the elbows as usual. He chose to affirm because of Yao An's tone, which sounded like an order but was actually pleading instead of semantics.

"Yeah." He put his other leg back on the sofa and licked the cat inside.

Yao An followed his every move, feeling guilty and frustrated: "Is it because it rained that day?"

"Probably." Yao Jianqi leaned back slightly, exposing his Adam's apple to him.

"Have you taken your medicine? Are you feeling uncomfortable? How many degrees...have you tested it?" He asked several more questions.

"Hmm..." Yao Jianqi combed his question, like combing a cat's hair, the air was always sweet and sour because of his murmurs.

After a while, he said, "Not at all."

Yao An frowned as he expected, and moved closer to him: "Is there a thermometer here, or I'll go buy it now..."

"It's on the bedside table." Yao Jianqi said, "Look for it."

Yao An then stood up, followed his gaze to the only open door, and stepped in after a little hesitation.

He didn't turn on the light, and walked to the bed in the dim light. There was only a tablet and a money tree suction basin on the cabinet.

He opened the cabinet, which was full of scattered magazines. He rummaged through it, being as careful as possible, and finally touched a decent one. Yao An thought it was a temperature gun, and took it out directly.

"Have you found it?" At the same time, Yao Jianqi's voice came through the wall.

Things "thud" fell on the landscape of the magazine.

"No, no." Yao An put the things back like a thief, covered two magazines to hide it, closed the drawer, and walked back to the living room.

Yao saw that Qi Qing was as innocent as he was, when he looked at Yao An, he nodded and said, "It seems that I remembered wrongly."

Yao An couldn't connect him with the items in the room no matter what.

"I'll look for another place." Yao An suppressed his thoughts with his voice, and turned around.

"Forget it." Yao Jianqi said lazily.

"but……"

"You go."

The body that had just been turned back returned to its original position moment by moment. Yao An shook his palms, as if he hadn't heard it, and continued to stare at Yao Jianqi, perhaps with some indescribable longing, hoping to show some sympathy.

pity.

"Didn't you...was it alright just now?" Yao An asked.

"Okay?" Yao Jianqi's expression was weak, still in the dark.

Yao An pondered for a few seconds, then said, "Let me check your physical condition first, and I'll leave if there's nothing serious about it, is that okay?"

There are several conditions for his words, and the standards are different. It sounds like he is asking the truth but he is sure. Yao Jianqi responded because of his determination rather than his purpose.

"Whatever you want." Yao Jianqi seemed to be really tired, he closed his eyes, and his whole body was slightly folded like ironed cloth.

Yao An breathed a sigh of relief.

He took it as Yao Jianqi's whim just now, no matter whether there was indifference or deliberation in it, at least he left room for it.

The other party no longer intends to help verify the whereabouts of the thermometer, Yao An stopped searching, he stepped on the carpet, every step was swallowed by patterns.

When he reached the place closest to Yao Jianqi, he bowed halfway down, and a spot of light escaped from nowhere opened on Yao Jianqi's forehead. Yao An spread out his palm and covered the petals carefully.

He pays attention to his body temperature, his symptoms and color, and also feels his boundlessness, his sadness and elapse.

Yao An was sure that he was really sick, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed him to approach him like this, or rather, approached him so easily and for such a long time.

"How about me?" He still closed his eyes, resting his right hand on several tassels in the corner.

"I have a low fever." Yao An withdrew his palm with the last word.

Yao Jianqi let out a "hmm" and didn't seem to care.

"You haven't eaten yet." Yao An glanced in the direction of the kitchen, "So, go to the bedroom and sleep for a while, I'll get you something to eat, and I'll call you when I'm done."

Yao Jianqi didn't move, but wrinkled his jaw: "I don't want to go."

"You'll catch a cold if you sleep here," Yao An said.

Yao Jianqi fell silent, Yao An knew it was useless to talk, looked around, turned off the electric fan, and wanted to find a blanket to cover him, he looked very cold.

Just as she was about to go to the room to get a coat, she caught a glimpse of a few tassels on Yao Jianqi's knees, which seemed to fit on a shawl, just right.

"Move your knees..."

Yao An coaxed, and touched the piece of fabric, but the moment before he touched it, his wrist was caught suddenly.

He looked at the place where the restraint came from, not without surprise. For a long time, he remembered those dark eyes.

"...I want to get that shawl." Yao An stretched out his fingers without moving.

Yao Jianqi looked at him, as if ordering his gaze with this gaze, calmed down for a moment, and said, "No need."

Yao An was released, and Yao Jianqi then turned to the back of the chair, and rolled the tassel back until there was no trace of it.