Bound love

light feet.

After tossing like this for most of the night, Bo Xiyan couldn't resist a burst of drowsiness, so he lay down beside Duan Qiya's bed and fell asleep.

Duan Qiya was woken up by the crisp birdsong outside. In such a cool season, the birds outside are still very energetic, chirping and singing non-stop.

Turning her head, Duan Qiya saw Bo Xiyan's tired sleeping face. In his sleep, he seemed to be having some bad dreams. He slept very restlessly. His two thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, exactly the same as when he was a child. .

When he was young, Bo Xiyan often had nightmares, and every time he fell asleep, he would curl up his whole body, holding the quilt tightly with both hands, making Duan Qiya feel so distressed.

At this time, Duan Qiya would stand by his bed, pat his back and sing him a lullaby that he was not familiar with, and Bo Xiyan seemed to feel it too, falling asleep When you fall asleep, you relax.

Like before, Duan Qiya raised her hand, stroking Bo Xiyan's head while softly singing that ancient lullaby.

Duan Qiya's voice was a little hoarse when she just got up, and her pentameter was also a little incomplete. If it was normal, she would never sing, and only when Bo Xiyan was asleep, could he let go of his voice and sing quietly She said, hoping to comfort the man beside her with her slightly funny voice.

The saline in his hand was almost hung up, but Duan Qiya didn't ask the nurse to pull out the needle tube, but adjusted the knob on the needle tube to the point where it wouldn't drip, and continued to sing for Bo Xiyan until he moved Head, a little confused opened his eyes.

"Sorry, did I... disturb you?" Withdrawing her hand abruptly, a trace of panic flashed in Duan Qiya's eyes, like a child who has done something wrong.

"No." Shaking his head, Bo Xiyan rubbed his sore eye sockets with his hands, subconsciously glanced at the saline bottle beside him, and as a result, the tube connected to the saline bottle was covered with blood.

"What's going on?!" Seeing the dazzling red, Bo Xiyan suddenly lost all sleepiness, and rang the electric bell on the bedside again and again, with a somewhat impulsive tone. "Why didn't you call the nurse over after hanging up?"

"I see you are sleeping so soundly, I don't want to wake you up..." Lowering his head, Duan Qiya said, "And bleeding a little, it's just a trivial matter, you don't need to worry too much."

Listening to Duan Qiya's words, Bo Xiyan sighed, with an imperceptible trace of guilt in his deep voice.

"Why are you always like this?! Do you know..."

Bo Xiyan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the nurse who came in.The nurse glanced at Duan Qiya's swollen left hand and muttered a few words, but he just smiled apologetically, and relied on the nurse to pull out the needle and take the saline bottle out of the ward.

When the needle tube was pulled out, the back of Duan Qiya's hand was bleeding non-stop. She pressed it with a cotton swab for a while, and finally stopped the bleeding, but her left hand swelled up quite a lot. It was obvious at a glance that it was because of the accident just now. The congestion has been blocked for too long and cannot be dissipated.

Sighing, Bo Xiyan got a hot water bottle from the outside very quickly and came back, while applying it to the back of Duan Qiya's hand, letting him rub it for him from time to time.

"Look at you, you're such a big person, don't you know what's light and what's heavy? It must be very painful to be so swollen..."

Bo Xiyan's gestures were light and gentle, as if he was caring for the most cherished treasure in his life, the temperature of his palm was no lower than that of a hot water bottle, which made Duan Qiya's heart tremble.The illusion of being held in the palm of another man made Duan Qiya withdraw her hand in embarrassment, rubbing the back of her hand and saying: "Xiao Yan, it doesn't hurt, it really doesn't hurt..."

After speaking, Duan Qiya lowered her head, not daring to look into Bo Xiyan's eyes.

"I'll do it myself, I don't have to bother you all the time."

Glancing at Duan Qiya, Bo Xiyan seemed to realize that his actions were a bit inappropriate, but his big palms couldn't adapt to the sudden emptiness, he moved slightly and then clenched his fists into fists, standing up .

"Then you stay here obediently, and I'll buy you breakfast."

"En." Replied softly, Duan Qiya watched Bo Xiyan's back gradually go away, and took a deep breath.The temperature coming from his left hand was still hot, making his whole body unstoppably hot, and the trembling at the tip of his heart made him feel pain even when he breathed.

Writer's words:

Because Fresh.com will be moving from 25th to 28th, everyone probably won’t be able to come, so Ah Fu put tomorrow’s portion up early today~

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17

In a daze, Bo Xiyan had already returned with breakfast.

While taking out the same breakfasts he bought out of the plastic bag, Bo Xiyan said: "You have just had an operation, and the doctor ordered you to eat some liquid food and light food. You will just make up for it in the next few days , When you are well, I will take you to eat something else."

"Hmm." Duan Qiya replied hesitantly, suddenly he didn't know what to say to Bo Xiyan.During this period of time, Bo Xiyan was so kind to him, so good that he almost forgot the long waiting years before, and his teacher's mother's instructions before she died.

While drinking the clear porridge bought by Bo Xiyan, Duan Qiya asked: "By the way, Xiaoyan, is it Sunday?"

"Well, what happened?"

"I... want to go back, can you send me?" After thinking about it, Duan Qiya felt something was wrong again.He has let Xiaoyan stay here with him for a whole day, so if he keeps bothering Xiaoyan, if he keeps bothering Xiaoyan...

"I know this request may be a bit too much, otherwise I can go back alone, but I... My stomach still hurts, can you help me with the discharge procedures?"

Rubbing his forehead, Bo Xiyan suddenly wanted to pry open Duan Qiya's head to see what was inside. "You just finished the operation yesterday, what do you want to do now when you go back like this? Do you think you lived too long?!"

Listening to Bo Xiyan's words, Duan Qiya just smiled apologetically, there was a hint of unknown bitterness behind the gentle voice.

"Tomorrow... there is still class..."

Looking at Duan Qiya who was still pale, Bo Xiyan frowned.

Attend class?At this time, he still wants to go to class?His abdomen was opened by the doctor yesterday, but now, he actually wants to go back to that home that is not even a little bit popular?

Bo Xiyan is angry with Duan Qiya, very angry, angry that he doesn't even think about himself at such times, angry that he always puts others in a higher position, this is true for himself, and it is also true for his students In this way, even for the old man who has never met before, it is the same.

But also because of this, Bo Xiyan was addicted to his love and couldn't extricate himself.

I love his tenderness, love his selflessness, so that love is too painful, I hope that I can love him less, I hope Duan Qiya will become a little more selfish one day, then I may not like him so much he...

"Qiya, do you remember the phone number of your principal's house?"

Nodding slightly, Duan Qiya's brows were slightly frowned, showing some inexplicable embarrassment.

"Hmm. What's wrong?"

"I'll help you and ask for leave from school." Said, Bo Xiyan covered Duan Qiya with a quilt, and took out his cell phone from his suit pocket. "You are so sick, how can you go to class tomorrow?"

"But……"

"What's the point? If you still treat me as your son... just listen to me and don't mess around."

Hearing the word "son", Duan Qiya froze for a moment.

Duan Qiya knew from a long time ago that Bo Xiyan didn't like to have himself as an adoptive father, so he didn't even let him have a surname, let his surname always be Bai, and his surname was Duan.It was such a person who suddenly called himself "son", which made Duan Qiya very uncomfortable, and he hesitated with a sense of loss.

Looking at the half-drunk porridge in the bowl, Duan Qiya said, "The principal's phone seems to be broken."

"broken?"

"A while ago, there was a heavy rain in the village, which cut off the line, so..."

Hearing what Duan Qiya said, Bo Xiyan remembered that the weather was indeed not very good a while ago, but if it was really like what Qiya said, and there was no way to call the principal, wouldn't he have to run back for a while? trip?What about Qiya?Now that he is like this, he is really worried...

After thinking for a long time, Bo Xiyan said: "Qiya, wait for me, I'll go out and make a phone call."

"Ah."

Walking out of the single ward, Bo Xiyan made a call.

"Chu Jie?" Chu Jie is a friend Bo Xiyan has known since college. She is beautiful and forthright. Speaking of which, she and Qi Ya are also colleagues, but Qi Ya is an art teacher in a rural elementary school, while Chu Jie is He is an art teacher at a prestigious university.

"Bo Xiyan? Why did you have the leisure to call me?"

"No, I want to ask if you have time now to help me take care of myself."

"Hey, who is the lady who is so ostentatious and wants you, Young Master Bai, to find someone to accompany you?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Hearing Chu Jie's words, the corner of Bai Xiyan's mouth curled into a smile unconsciously. "It's my adoptive father. He just finished the operation yesterday. I was planning to stay here with him all the time, but now I have something to do. I have to go out. I don't worry about him being alone, so..."

"Well, which hospital are you in?"

"Benevolence.