Reborn ghost superstar

Although the temperature is much warmer at the end of spring, the sunshine is still very short. After the sun goes down, it only takes about 20 minutes for the sky to be completely dark.After Jiang Feng pressed the doorbell, there was no response from the intercom. After waiting for a while, it was already dark.

He felt more and more that his white shirt and jeans, which cost less than 300 yuan, and the Pikachu plastic insulated lunch box in his hand were too out of place with the land under his feet, especially now that he was rejected by people, he felt uncomfortable standing for a long time, so he He raised his hand and pressed the button of the doorbell crazily——He Jinglin, open the door, I know you're home!

After pressing No. 18 times in a row, the owner of the house finally got overwhelmed and got through the intercom.

"...Xiao Cheng, I told you not to bother me. If you don't listen, you can leave tomorrow." The voice in the microphone was so small that it couldn't even suppress the hissing of the electric current, and it seemed a little vague, but It can be heard that the pronunciation is extremely hoarse and difficult.

Hearing He Jinglin's voice suddenly made Jiang Feng's heart tense, and he suddenly remembered what Xiao Cheng had said just now. It seemed that he came to visit a doctor, but He Jinglin blocked the door and beat him... ?

"Cough..." He paused before saying in a deep voice, "It's me."

There was silence on the other side of the walkie-talkie for a long time. Jiang Feng was afraid that He Jinglin would hang up again, so he hurriedly shouted: "You should open the door and let me take a look at you. I won't leave if I don't see you today! Why do I get sick if I don't see you all night?" Like this? I—”

Before finishing speaking, the door opened from the inside. Jiang Feng stared blankly at the person inside the door for a long time, and forgot what he wanted to say in the second half.The man was wearing a set of light blue home clothes, and he still stood upright. He didn't look weak and decadent, but his hair was not as cold and rigid as usual, it was a little frizzy, and it seemed softer. many.

Judging by his posture, he probably still has the strength to hit someone...

"Sorry, I didn't look at the monitor just now, I thought it was Xiao Cheng again."

"Are you going to block me at the door and beat me up?" Jiang Feng raised his head and looked at He Jinglin without blinking.He Jinglin looked at him for a while, moved the corners of his lips to reveal an unusually brief smile-like expression, and stepped aside to open the door.

"Did Xiao Cheng ask you to come here? This kid is quite good at bringing in rescuers..."

"Couldn't it be that I wanted to come..." Jiang Feng muttered softly, and entered the room unceremoniously.He was a little surprised that it was He Jinglin who opened the door by himself, and after looking around the living room, he found that there was no sign of a servant.

"Just you at home?"

"I don't like the nanny living with me, so I only ask the part-time worker to clean it every morning, but today I just let her go back." He Jinglin cleared his throat several times, trying to make his voice sound clearer, each time It made Jiang Feng worry for a while.

"Stop talking if you can't make a sound, doesn't it hurt..." Just by hearing the sound, he knew that He Jinglin's tonsils were now swollen bigger than walnuts. Let alone talking, swallowing saliva would feel like a knife would cut through his throat .

Although He Jinglin didn't wear a suit and leather shoes as usual, he was well dressed, so it could be seen that he wasn't lying on the bed before.Only a small light was turned on in the living room, and the indicator screen of the DVD player released a faint light of cool colors. Jiang Feng glanced at the CD cover that was casually placed on top of the stereo. - Overture, Fomalhaut.

It was the only "album" that Yufeng and Xiaotouer recorded at their own expense.

He felt his sight was stuck by the CD cover, and even his breathing became short of breath. It was He Jinglin who asked "what's the matter" before he suddenly came back to his senses.

"No...you sit down and I'll show you your throat." He put the insulated lunch box on the coffee table, and when he turned his head, he saw that the wine bottle on the coffee table, Dasai Junmai Daiginjo, had already been drunk More than half. "I'm so sick and still drinking..."

"It's good wine." He Jinglin's hoarse voice was still smiling, and he sat down on the sofa and opened his mouth very cooperatively. Jiang Feng stood in front of him and used the flashlight function of his mobile phone to shine on his throat. It has swelled into two huge meatballs.

"It doesn't seem to be festering..." Jiang Feng looked very carefully for a long time but couldn't find any pus spots, so he was slightly relieved and turned off the flashlight.He Jinglin's breath was filled with the extremely rich aroma of Daiginjo. Looking up at Jiang Feng, his eyes were full of bright red bloodshot eyes, but he looked affectionate and satisfied.

When Jiang Feng straightened up, he put his arms around his waist and buried his face in Jiang Feng's flat abdomen.Jiang Feng was slightly staggered by him, perhaps because the aroma of Daiginjo was so intoxicating that for the first time, he didn't want to break away at all, so he let him hold him like this, and even reached out to test the temperature on his forehead. "I have a low fever... have you taken your medicine?"

"No, I'm against antibiotics."

Antibiotics can seriously damage the body's autoantibodies.People like He Jinglin, who pay attention to exercise, seem to prefer to stiffen up when they are sick.Although Jiang Feng felt that this kind of behavior was asking for trouble, it was not incomprehensible.

"Then...have you eaten?"

"Drinking is enough." He Jinglin's voice was muffled by Jiang Feng's shirt.When he spoke, his fiery breath sprayed on Jiang Feng's lower abdomen, making Jiang Feng itchy through the thin fabric of the shirt.

"...to die." Jiang Feng complained in a low voice after being choked for a long time by the young master's lack of common sense.He Jinglin laughed when he heard this, that kind of silent but cheerful smile, which made his shoulders tremble slightly.

Jiang Feng couldn't get angry with the patient in the first place, but when He Jinglin smiled like this, he lost his temper even more.He gently brushed He Jinglin's hair with his hands, and said after a while, "Sister Yan has stewed chicken soup, shall I get you a bowl of noodles?"

He Jinglin seemed to be reluctant to let go of Jiang Feng, and even tightened his arms. After a while of silence, he nodded reluctantly.

The kitchen in Da Shao's house is very large, and the decoration is in line with his usual style. The black and white base color cabinets and wall bricks show the ultimate standard and simplicity.To Jiang Feng's surprise, the kitchen was full of seasonings and all kinds of kitchen utensils, and there was also a set of quite professional Zwilling Damascus seven-piece kitchen knife set, which seemed to be used frequently and well maintained.

The legendary dragon-slaying knife that cuts iron like mud and cuts tomatoes without dripping juice—Jiang Feng imagined He Jinglin in a suit and leather shoes and an apron cutting tomatoes with a kitchen knife in his hand, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Once the chicken soup is heated in the pot, the whole kitchen will be filled with a tempting aroma after a while.Jiang Feng set up another pot to boil the noodles. After cooking, rinse with cold water to ensure the texture, and then pour the hot soup on top.

"I can't see that you're quite an expert." He Jinglin leaned against the door frame and stood at the kitchen door, folded his arms and watched Jiang Feng busily go around, as if waiting for someone to feed him.

"It's just cooking noodles, come and eat while it's hot." Chicken soup is rich in nutrients and has the effect of enhancing immunity. It is most suitable for patients to nourish the body.Jiang Feng specially served a big bowl of soup for He Jinglin, and picked a few pieces of the best meat from the black-bone chicken legs. On the way to serve it to the table, he himself was so greedy that he couldn't help swallowing several times.

However, fever puts a heavy burden on people's digestive system, and patients usually don't have a good appetite. Although He Jinglin is also looking forward to the fragrant noodle soup, he still puts down his chopsticks after a few mouthfuls, expressing that he can't eat anymore.

"Eating more and sleeping more will make your sickness heal quickly. How can you just eat this little? Are you really going to become a fairy?" Jiang Feng looked at half of the noodles and soup left in the bowl, frowning tightly. "At least drink up the soup, dear."

Because Young Master He's childish behavior was so rare that he looked like a willful and picky eater, Jiang Feng got carried away for a while, and added the word "good" casually.When he came to his senses, He Jinglin was looking at him with wide eyes in disbelief, and then he realized that he had said something strange, and turned his face away in embarrassment, the tips of his ears turned red.

"Cough..." He Jinglin cleared his throat, as if trying to cover up the slightly awkward atmosphere.He paused for a while before pretending to be serious and said: "You feed me and I drink."

"...Get lost! You are so beautiful!" Jiang Feng knew that He Jinglin was holding on to the word "good", and he was really playing with his childish temper, so he turned his head and gave him a hard look.But then I thought that he was sick, and I was discouraged again, so I had no choice but to feed him with a bowl.On the other side, the young master hugged Jiang Feng into his arms again, smiled very slyly, held the spoon in his mouth, and took a sip of the soup, his eyes filled with the triumph of a successful prank.

In this way, coercion, temptation, coaxing and deception finally made the young master, whose mental age regressed by more than ten years during the illness, drank most of the chicken soup.During this period, Jiang Feng was plundered countless times, and he still had mental attacks at first, but later he couldn't hold back He Jinglin, so he chose to ignore it.Thinking that He Jinglin drank the soup anyway, he finally felt relieved.

"Speaking of which, what's the matter with you? Why did you become so sick after not seeing you all night?" Jiang Feng picked up a piece of chicken, blew it cold, and brought it to the young master's mouth.Fever affects appetite the most. Although He Jinglin was very happy to take this opportunity to tease Jiang Feng, he really couldn't eat anymore.He frowned and hid for a long time without avoiding Jiang Feng's chopsticks, and finally swallowed the meat into his mouth.

"What's the matter with being sick? I'm not Iron Man."

"No, you're getting angry....Does it have something to do with being angry with me yesterday?" Jiang Feng frowned seriously and asked.He Jinglin just lowered his eyes and didn't answer.

Both of them fell into silence. Jiang Feng hesitated for a while, and then asked tentatively: "The album you were listening to before I came..."

He Jinglin's arm around Jiang Feng tightened suddenly.Jiang Feng's first reaction was that he felt that he had got the point. During the more than a month of getting along, the little boss gradually saw in him the shadow of his music partner back then.If he grasps this opportunity well, he can confess his identity to the little boss, and maybe the two of them can continue their unfinished rock and roll dream like they did back then.

He was very excited and ready to continue asking, but he didn't want He Jinglin to put his hand on the most ticklish part of his waist.At that time, Jiang Feng screamed, and shook his hand holding the soup bowl. As a result, he couldn't hold the heavy soup bowl firmly, and most of the soup and noodles left in the bowl were spilled on his shirt. , and a small part was splashed on He Jinglin's pants.

The big porcelain bowl hit Jiang Feng's body during the fall and took off a lot of strength. It didn't break when it landed, but it made a particularly ear-splitting noise.The chicken soup was still quite hot, so hot that Jiang Feng took a sharp breath.

"Tsk..."

He didn't feel sorry for knocking over the bowl, but he was too embarrassed. He was at a loss for a while, and he wanted to break away from He Jinglin's hand after a while, "I'll clean it up now..."

"It's okay, just leave it alone." Although He Jinglin was ill, the strength of his arm was still unambiguous. Jiang Feng struggled a few times, but he didn't move.Then the young master seemed to have discovered the new world, and launched a fierce attack on Jiang Feng's ticklish parts, immediately causing everyone in his arms to fall.

Hidden and unable to dodge, the reluctant defense turned into a funny twist, and when they finally stopped, the two had already entangled into a particularly ambiguous posture.Jiang Feng leaned against the edge of the table and panted heavily, his cheeks flushed red from his irregular breathing.

He Jinglin bit off the buttons of Jiang Feng's shirt one by one with his teeth, and gently licked and kissed Jiang Feng's slightly reddened chest from the hot soup.The scalded skin was particularly sensitive, and a series of feather-light kisses made Jiang Feng tremble slightly.

The kiss finally stopped on Jiang Feng's lips. He Jinglin didn't kiss deeply, but just bit his lips repeatedly, as if paranoid to make those lips red and swollen.

"Eat more and sleep more to get better soon... Now that I'm done eating, would you like to sleep with me?"