Confucian General [Ancient and Modern]

Su Shang's wishful thinking was well planned, but he couldn't keep up with the changes.

——Su Cong has a fever.

I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence, he lost his button yesterday, and today he has a fever, anyway, at least Su Shang is facing Su Cong’s weak and blushing face, he is really not in the mood to make him kneel on the washboard anymore .

It cost 25 yuan to buy a sharp edge.

Su Shang thought with a little pity, and then felt that in Su Cong's seemingly long life in the future, the acts of committing suicide would definitely not be less. The washboard bought at a low price is quite affordable.

So this good mood of picking up a bargain has not disappeared until Beshang Garden.

When Su Shang came in, Su Cong had just hung up the phone, and when he saw Su Shang, he suddenly coughed twice—seeing him coughing and about to fall off the bed, it really didn't look like a fake.

"Ah, Ah Shang, why are you so fast..." Su Cong felt palpitations on his face, he put the phone under the pillow, and patted it like a guilty conscience.

Su Shang glanced at him, then put the thermos box in his hand on the bedside, and said, "Get up and eat something."

Auntie cooked the porridge in the morning, before Su Shang had time to drink it, Su Cong called with just one phone call, so he came directly with the porridge.

"Okay." Su Cong leaned on the bed and asked Su Shang to erect the pillow for him. When Su Shang wrapped his arms around his head, he had the illusion of being embraced by Su Shang.

Su Shang sat down beside the bed, and then took out his homework and sat under one side of the floor-to-ceiling window. He didn't stop writing until Su Cong was about to finish his drink, and Shi Shiran asked, "After you left yesterday , I found a button on the bed."

"Cough..." Su Cong was still choked.

Su Shang didn't go up to give him a hand this time, but just took out the delicate-looking button from his pocket, "I'm curious whether the reason for your fever today has anything to do with this button."

"..." Su Cong hung his head, not daring to speak.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and after a while, Su Zong could not hold back his throat and coughed lightly, "You know everything?"

"Know what?" Su Shang sneered, and threw the buttons on the quilt, "You are promising, did you buy a bunch of ice cubes and take them home to cool off the heat?"

"I was wrong, Ah Shang." Su Cong looked up pitifully, with an abnormally flushed face, no matter how pitiful he looked, "I will..."

"You will still be like this in the future." Su Shang interrupted him, "What are you worried about?"

Su Cong was silent.

"I do not know either."

Su Shang folded his arms and pursed his lips to look at him.

Su Cong mustered up the courage to glance at him, and moved uncomfortably. At this time, the door was quietly opened with a small gap, and a white and blue-eyed puppet cat leaped from the outside with light steps. Walking in, he looked at the two people sitting opposite each other with big eyes in a daze, and let out a long cry of 'mi woo' in a sweet voice.

Su Shang saw it, so he stretched out his hand and patted it twice. The puppet cat tilted its head and looked at him. After waiting for a while, it seemed to recognize who this person was, and it barked again before walking away with small steps. When he reached Su Shang's side, he rubbed his ankle.

"I think I might be a little scared." Su Cong looked at the puppet cat being held in Su Shang's arms, acting like a baby wholeheartedly, and letting Su Shang touch his belly, he was a little stunned, "I thought you would be very angry."

"I'm very angry." Su Shang's tone was normal, and he freed up another hand to hold the black dog in his arms. The two were warm, and their stomachs were hard from eating. They seemed to be eating very well. The contented two little guys were in his arms, and the light weight made him feel surprisingly comfortable. "What makes me angry is not that you deliberately seduced me, but that you subconsciously tried to blackmail me with your own body."

"In the future, you have to talk about things carefully." Su Shang knew that Su Cong had been paranoid for two lifetimes. If it was really so easy to change, he would not be him. "You don't tell me, just rely on your own guesses. It doesn't make sense that I'm going to be angry."

"Are you afraid that I will get angry, so you want to abuse yourself?" Su Shang put the little thing in his arms on Su Cong's soft big bed, then stood up, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, reached out and touched Su Cong The forehead was still hot, "This goes on and on again, if one day, my patience is worn out by you, no matter how much you abuse yourself, I will not soften my heart. At that time, what will you do?"

Su Cong was probably confused, and murmured: "...Before you died, I thought about taking back your tiger amulet and imprisoning you in the deep palace. Only I can see you every day."

"Now is no exception." Su Cong's face is full of grievances, but his eyes are always proving to Su Shang how much he wants to put this idea into action, "But I dare not do it."

"This will make you very unhappy." Su Cong tilted his head and shrank his body downward, "I think you would rather die than be imprisoned by me like a pet."

"You understand clearly." Su Shang slapped him, "Some things, as long as you tell me, I will definitely think about it. What do you like, have I not given you?"

"Give me everything you have." Su Cong took the opportunity to act like a baby, and grabbed Su Shang's hand.

Unlike his hot forehead, his hand was extraordinarily cold, Su Shang frowned, and shook the other hand.

Su Cong smirked twice, grinning wide, "Now even you are given to me."

Su Shang also smiled helplessly, "I don't care about today's matter with you, but you have to remember that if you commit the crime again in the future, you will be punished."

"...Okay." Su Cong pressed his face to Su Shang's palm with nostalgia, then blinked his eyes, and said, "Ah Shang, let me tell you something."

"Huh?" Su Shang was thinking about whether to add another quilt to Su Cong.

"...Before you came, I called Uncle Su..."

"..." Su Shang paused for a moment, subconsciously thinking that what Su Cong said next might give him the urge to drag his sick body to the washboard.

"I told him that I can't keep up with my homework and I want you to help me with tutoring." Su Cong opened one eye, as if looking at Su Shang's expression, and said cautiously: "I will live here for the past two days. gone back."

Su Shang laughed angrily, "Did you believe me?"

"He doesn't believe it, I believe it." Su Cong didn't care, then pulled Su Shang's hand, and softened his voice, "Ah Shang, I'm cold."

"I'll go find you a quilt." Su Shang frowned, feeling that Su Cong's body temperature was really abnormal.

Su Cong shook his head and yawned, "You can sleep with me, I didn't sleep last night, I was soaking ice cubes..."

Su Shang: "..."

He reluctantly took off his clothes and went to bed, carefully took Su Cong's body into his arms, put his forehead against his forehead to feel his current temperature, and gently patted his back with one hand, just like coaxing him to sleep when he was a child The times are exactly the same.

"By the way, Ah Shang." Su Cong cheered up, looked at Su Shang again and said, "I think the little beast seems to like me very much. Just like you like me."

Ignoring the last sentence for now, Su Shang responded with a soft voice, "What's wrong?"

Su Cong smiled lowly, as if sick people love to be coquettish, he buried his head in Su Shang's chest, breathed in the smell of Su Shang, "It stepped on me all the time yesterday, when I got up It's very happy..."

Su Shang blinked and asked, "After you got up, did it take you to its rice bowl?"

"Well... yes." Su Cong's voice was already very soft.

"It's hungry." Su Shang's eyes rolled and he felt that Su Cong seemed to be very funny after being sick. "It should have stepped on your chest. The proprietress of the pet shop said that when the little milk cat is hungry, it will be on your chest." step on the mother's body."

"..." Su Cong seemed to be asleep.

Su Shang opened some gaps in the quilt to let in the air, and carefully covered the part of Su Cong's face where the sun could shine on Su Cong's face, and then carefully looked at Su who was still frowning even in sleep. Cong.

When facing him, he always softened his heart without a bottom line-this is not good.

Although Su Cong is very rational, all his bad behaviors are aimed at himself, whether it is his thoughts of suicide, or the actions of abusing his body because he is afraid of getting angry, but he is still abnormal in this state.

He seemed to subconsciously feel that as long as he was injured, no matter how big a mistake he made, he could easily get his forgiveness. After a long time, even Aobie from the previous life was covered with scars .

He had never thought deeply about it before, although he had wondered more than once why every time he did something wrong, there would always be more hideous wounds on his body-but every accident happened naturally and normally. , as time passed, he seemed to get used to it, and stopped asking.

It is also because of this that he will not easily get angry with Aobie, no matter how angry he is, he will try his best to restrain himself and talk to him carefully—but the facts are always the opposite of what he expected.

How much he didn't want to be angry, Ao Bie always wanted to hurt himself on purpose, he didn't understand before, but although he understands now, he still doesn't agree with Su Cong's current behavior.

He just wanted to know how important he was in his heart. Su Shang listened to Gentle's advice and treated Su Cong very cautiously, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

Su Shang looked distressed at Su Cong who was hugging him tightly even though he was asleep, and suddenly felt helpless as a parent, but the child was a playboy.

Hate iron but not steel.

Su Shang sighed, pushed back the broken hair on Su Cong's forehead, rested his chin on the top of his head, opened his eyes and followed his back for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.