[Interstellar] The king who doesn't want to return

The transparent liquid flowed through the tube into the pale blue veins little by little. Even in his sleep, the boy on the bed slept very restlessly, his brows were tightly frowned, and his sweaty hair was sticking to his forehead. A sickly blush appeared on her pale cheeks.

Most of the quilt was lifted, and the neckline of the pajamas was pulled loose, exposing a piece of skin on the chest.

Tang Rui pushed the door gently and entered, then carefully closed the door, walked to the bed, looked at it for a while, and moved a chair over to sit on it.

As if sensing the aura of another person beside him, Zhou Yuze's expression became strangely more stable, and his breathing was not so rapid.

Tang Rui pulled on his pajamas casually, covered him with a quilt, and dialed the infusion tube to slow down the transmission of the liquid.

His fingertips brushed against the boy's forehead, and he couldn't help feeling a little displeased by the burning sensation of the tentacles.

After carefully looking at the label on the infusion bottle, he took a look at the instructions for the pills on the bedside table, then poked Zhou Yuze's face with his hands, and said very bluntly, "Xiao Zhou, get up and take the medicine before going to bed."

"Hmm..." Maybe it was uncomfortable being poked by him, Zhou Yuze groaned softly and turned his face, but he didn't wake up.

Tang Rui quickly held down his wobbly hand to prevent the vein needle from shifting.

"Hot..." Zhou Yuze lifted the quilt dishonestly again.

Tang Rui sighed, and pressed his cool palm against his forehead.

This heat...at least over 38 degrees, it's been a whole day, why doesn't it go back.

"Hmm..." The cold touch made Zhou Yuze feel comfortable, and he subconsciously rubbed his head against his hand, like a cat begging for petting.

Tang Rui shook him again, a little helpless, and seeing that the infusion bottle was almost empty, he planned to get up and call the military doctor over.

"Don't go!" Perhaps sensing his intention, the sleepy teenager grabbed his wrist.

Tang Rui froze for a moment, then moved, trying to pull his hand back.

"Senior, don't go." Zhou Yuze's vague voice carried a hint of pleading.

"It's really..." Tang Rui lowered his eyes and sat down again.

Slowly, probably realizing that he had no intention of leaving, the strength in the boy's hand finally loosened a bit.

"If I come, don't cry out that it hurts." Tang Rui said to himself, pressing the vein with one hand, and quickly withdrew the needle with the other.

In fact, his hand is fast and steady, even a professional doctor may not be able to do better in pulling out the needle, and there is no time to feel the pain.

Stuffing his cold hands from the continuous infusion back into the quilt, Tang Rui got up and went into the bathroom attached to the officer's dormitory, wrung a hot towel out with hot water, and wiped the sweat from his face, neck, and chest.

The movements are not gentle, but they are very measured, and they will never make people uncomfortable.

Zhou Yuze turned his body sideways, facing the outside, the expression on his face calmed down.

Tang Rui threw away the towel, picked up a bottle cap with a good dose of pills, thought for a while, raised his head, poured it all into his mouth, then put his arms around Zhou Yuze's neck, made him sit up slightly, and quickly kissed go up.

The tip of the tongue opened the lips that could not be closed, and pushed the tablet that was beginning to melt, straight to the mouth of the throat, and took two more mouthfuls of warm water to make sure that he swallowed all the tablets, before Tang Rui picked up the remaining half glass of water and gave it to himself down.

It doesn't matter if these medicines are swallowed directly with water, but they can be contained in the mouth, and the slightly dissolved medicine is bitter and astringent, which is more unbearable than the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.

"The Zhou Yuze I know is not such a fragile person." Tang Rui let him lie down, regardless of whether he could hear him or not, and said coldly, "If you think it's okay to lie down all the time, let alone Someone else is going to take care of you."

With a bang, the empty glass was put back on the bedside table, and Tang Rui was about to stand up.

However, at the next moment, the boy who had already calmed down suddenly grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it hard——

Tang Rui was taken aback, although he could be asked, but he changed his mind, but did not do anything, allowing the boy to pull him down on the bed.

Zhou Yuze turned over, and the person and the quilt were pressed on him, his eyes were slightly opened, and there was water in them, foggy, and he couldn't see the focal length.

Tang Rui remained silent and looked at him quietly.

"Senior, don't go." Because of the fever, every syllable Zhou Yuze spit out was filled with scorching breath, which sprayed on his neck, and even the two of them became hot.

Tang Rui frowned, raised a hand, and rubbed the back of his head.

"Don't go..." Zhou Yuze lay on top of him, his hot lips pressed against the skin under his ears, he couldn't tell if it was a kiss or a simple touch.

"Xiao Zhou." Tang Rui took a deep breath, his voice was so calm that it was almost cold, "Who am I?"

"Huh?" Zhou Yuze blinked, his muddy head and dull thinking seemed unable to understand his words.

"Xiao Zhou, who did you see?" Tang Rui continued to ask.

"Senior..." Zhou Yuze tilted his head, as if he was thinking, or he didn't think about anything, he just put his arms around his neck, rubbed his face against his chest, and said in a daze, "Senior Tang Rui ..."

"Good." Tang Rui finally showed a smile on his face, as if there was no reward, he tightened his arms, clasped his waist, and hugged him in his arms.

Zhou Yuze rubbed the pillow under his body in satisfaction, closed his eyes, and soon his breathing became steady.

After a while, Tang Rui touched his forehead again and found that although it was still hot, it was much better than before.

Gently laying down the boy in his arms, tucked in the quilt, and got out of bed by himself. He stretched himself, tidied up the crumpled uniform, picked up the glass, poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside table .

Turning his head, he saw Zhou Yuze rubbing against the pillow, uttering a vague syllable in a daze.

Tang Rui stood in front of the bed for a long time, bent down, brushed his fingers over the boy's dry lips, and whispered in his ear: "When you wake up, come and tell me who you really love!"

"Hmm..." Zhou Yuze shrank subconsciously under the quilt.

"Heh." Tang Rui chuckled, opened the door and went out without hesitation.

In the empty corridor, Feng Lang folded his arms and leaned against the wall. When he saw him coming out, he raised his eyes and said calmly, "Is it interesting to eat your own jealousy?"

"I've never been a stand-in." Tang Rui walked past him, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"You are Ye Ling, and Ye Ling is you." Feng Lang said.

Tang Rui stopped walking, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and thought for a while before speaking: "If it was Zuo Shaobai or Su Yingtang who said this, I really wouldn't mind, but Zhou Yuze——no."

"Is there a difference?" Feng Lang frowned.

"How could there be no difference?" Tang Rui turned around and looked at him with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Whether it is Ye Ling or Tang Rui, they are people who are very familiar with them, no matter which one they are, they are all real Me. But the Ye Ling in Zhou Yuze's heart is a fictional character created by him according to his own imagination. Powerful, radiant, without a trace of flaws. But in fact, we all know that he is a fool who cuts vegetables like killing people with a knife, and goes out no matter where he can get lost and wait for someone to pick them up."

Feng Lang's face twitched. He was listening seriously, but when he heard the last sentence, his face turned dark.

"I don't even bother to be my own substitute, let alone a virtual image that doesn't exist." Tang Rui laughed.

"You..." Feng Lang opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"By the way, if you're not staying in the hospital, what are you doing when you come back? Aren't you going to be on leave tomorrow?" Tang Rui said.

"You still talk!" Feng Lang glared at him, "What did you tell them?"

Forget about Li Zhifei, that girl named Chen Li always looked at him with weird eyes, which made his hair stand on end, and she really couldn't stay in the hospital any longer.Besides, Tang Yan's life is no longer in danger, and someone is taking care of him, so why keep him as a big man?

"Speaking of..." Tang Rui sized him up and smiled a little strangely, "How do you feel about being shattered?"

"..." Feng Lang's half-black face turned completely black, and he gritted his teeth after a while and said, "I'm begging you, don't tell those kids that you are Ye Ling!"

"Pfft—" Tang Rui couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"The feeling of disillusionment of idols, it's enough for me to follow it alone!" Feng Lang snorted.

"Don't worry." Tang Rui continued to walk forward, and said slowly, "I said before, I am Tang Rui, just Tang Rui."

Watching his back disappear into the corner of the corridor, Feng Lang scratched his hair irritably, but the movement of turning around and opening the door was still light.

Zhou Yuze was lying on the bed with a very peaceful expression. A wall lamp in the corner was emitting a dim warm light, reflecting the boy's gentle face, carefree and carefree.

Feng Lang consciously pulled the quilt for him, touched the glass to test the water temperature, then picked up the towel, intending to go to the bathroom to get some hot water.

"Crack." The door opened again.

"What are you doing here again?" Feng Lang turned his head, stunned for a moment, and lowered his voice.

"I forgot something." Tang Rui shrugged, took out a stack of manuscript paper, stepped forward to pull off his shirt, and stuffed it directly into his arms.

"Hello!" Feng Lang hurriedly put down the towel to catch the paper that was about to fall, but after a glance, the expression on his face immediately stiffened.

"I'm leaving. I'll let you go tomorrow." Tang Rui waved his hand, turned and left.

Feng Lang looked at the things in his hand, then raised his head, thought for a while, followed out, and closed the door behind him.

"Why?" Tang Rui asked.

"This." Feng Lang raised his hand, and said in a low voice, "What notes...is it something you just made up on the spur of the moment, right?"

"One moment and another moment." Tang Rui said in a rare serious way, "Many things from that time are no longer suitable now. I will keep the things you need, and just remove the inappropriate things."

Feng Lang opened his mouth, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the closed door again, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

All along, he felt that in this relationship, his captain had paid a lot, even if he knew that Tang Rui was Ye Ling, but now he was a little confused.

Maybe that bastard who acts like he doesn't care about anything doesn't really care about anything?It's just that this person's heart is really hidden too deeply, or it is deliberately so that others cannot see clearly.

"You explain yourself how it happened, and remember what you promised me." Tang Rui said.

"When are you going to let the captain know?" Feng Lang still couldn't help asking.

"Hmm... wait for him to clear his mind." Tang Rui tilted his head and left a sentence, this time he really left.

Feng Lang pinched the note, resisting the urge to hit him on the head.

What do you mean by "waiting for him to clear his mind"?Does he think that the captain is not clear now!

Inside the room, Zhou Yuze slowly opened his eyes, and after a moment of blurring, what he saw was the white ceiling.

Just now it seemed... He heard the voice of the senior?

He sat up slowly, rubbed his dizzy head, shivered, and quickly took the coat beside him and put it on.

The memory before falling asleep slowly came back, and the touch of the cold rain still seemed to remain on the skin, bringing a suffocating pain.

Sure enough, no matter how beautiful the dream is, it is still a dream, and we still have to return to reality.

"Captain, are you awake?" Feng Lang's surprised voice came from the door, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

"Captain." Zhou Yuze called out after being slow for a while, struggling to get out of bed.

"Captain, don't move." Feng Lang was startled, and rushed over to help him.

"I'm not that fragile." Zhou Yuze waved his hand away, and suddenly saw the thing in his hand, with the familiar handwriting on it, and subconsciously couldn't look away.

"This..." Feng Lang hesitated for a moment, and put the note on the bed, "Tang Rui has been here."

Zhou Yuze suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his eyes lit up bit by bit.

"Before I came, Tang Rui was taking care of you." Feng Lang still decided that there was nothing to hide except that Tang Rui was Ye Ling, "He didn't know you were sick before, and Tang Yan had an accident. I’ve been in Capital Hospital all day and just came back.”

"Tang Yan... all right?" Zhou Yuze grabbed the bed sheet.

"It's okay." Feng Lang reassured.

"That's good." Zhou Yuze looked at the stack of notes by the bed again, bit his lip, and loosened his clenched fists little by little.

It turns out...it wasn't a dream...

That voice was indeed the senior's voice, it was still so gentle and never changed.

By the way, he said... he seemed to say...

"When you wake up, come and tell me who you really love!"

Who do I love?yes……

Zhou Yuze raised his head, his confused gaze gradually became firm.

I will tell you, in my waking state, very clearly.

"Captain?" Feng Lang called out a little uneasy.

"I'm fine, nothing could be better." Zhou Yuze said, "Captain, can you bring me something to eat? I'm hungry."

"I'll go right away!" Although Feng Lang didn't know what he was thinking, he was very relieved to see that his captain was no longer the lifeless look he had been a few days ago, and ran out to get food in a hurry.

Zhou Yuze smiled slightly, picked up the warm white water on the bedside table, moistened his throat, and then his eyes fell on the pile of notes again.

His fingertips traced lines of neat handwriting, and he opened his mouth gently to the air.

Senior Ye Ling, I like you.

I love you, Senior Tang Rui.