Tired Bird Knows Return

Fucheng's cold came on very quickly. When Tang Ping came back at noon, she saw Chen Yanqing sitting on the edge of the bed with half of her body lying on his chest. Before she could say anything, she heard Chen Yanqing call her mother, saying that he was so hot.

Tang Ping quickly walked over to check the temperature on Fucheng's forehead, then went to the living room to make a phone call. Not long after, the school doctor came with a suitcase.

"Acute wind and cold, didn't you pay attention to keep warm when it was cold?" The school doctor took back the thermometer and tucked Fucheng into a quilt.

Fucheng huddled under the quilt, without any strength, and didn't reply.

"Teacher Qi," Tang Ping asked, "Do you think it's necessary to send him to the hospital?"

"Small ailments, nothing to worry about," Dr. Qi put down the thermometer, took out some medicine boxes from the medicine box, and said when handing them to her, "Whatever you eat is written on it. Soak his feet at night. alright."

Tang Ping responded and asked Chen Yanqing to send him downstairs.

Before going back to class, Tang Ping boiled hot water, told Chen Yanqing to take the medicine for him, and said to make soup for him when she came back at night. Chen Yanqing was unhappy, and when Tang Ping left, she went back to the room, took off her clothes and went to bed, and got into bed Li hugged Fucheng.

Fucheng moved weakly, "If you want me to die, just say so."

"What is not dead, you are confused!"

Seeing that he was silent, Chen Yanqing shrank his arms even tighter, "Wouldn't it be warmer if I hugged you?"

"Then do you know how cold you are?" Fu Cheng then moved, turning his back to him.

"I'm hot right now."

Fucheng laughed softly, hummed with a hoarse voice, and let him sleep in his arms for the whole afternoon. He fed a few medicines in the middle, and then fell asleep, so he didn't know what Chen Yanqing went through behind him. What, when I woke up, looking at Chen Yanqing with flushed cheeks, I thought it was because the blanket was too warm.

"Are you so hot?" Fu Cheng asked.

Chen Yanqing blinked, "Okay, it seems that you have a fever."

Fucheng fell silent, and said after a while, "Would you consider giving me something to eat for the exam?"

"Ah," Chen Yanqing was full of surprise, "You have a cold and still have the appetite to eat?"

"..." Fucheng kept his back to him, but he always felt that the people behind were a little clueless, so he turned around, met his eyes suddenly, and asked, "So you are considerate in taking care of Duan Xiaoming. So subtle, you can’t even eat if you catch a cold when you come to my place?”

"That's not true," Chen Yanqing was stared at by him, not daring to move, his lips opened and closed, "I thought I would lose my appetite if I caught a cold."

"Hold me for a whole day, don't give me food, and still speculate on me, why do you take care of patients like this?"

"Oh, oh, it's okay if I'm wrong, there should be something to eat in the refrigerator, I'll warm it up for you," he said as he was about to get up, but he stopped abruptly after a little standing up.

Fucheng looked at him, "Why, don't you want to go?"

Chen Yanqing fell back again, and tucked the quilt up for him and herself, "Then what, sleep a little longer, sleep a little longer before going."

"..."

After taking some medicine, Fucheng gained some strength, but it wasn't enough for him to lose his temper now, not to mention that he couldn't lose his temper at the every move of the person next to him.

Chen Yanqing huddled under the quilt, showing one eye to look at him, but unexpectedly met his gaze.

Fucheng lost his temper even more, and couldn't help laughing, "Are you taking this opportunity to take revenge on me, or are you deliberately bullying me?"

"What's the difference?"

"The former," Fu Cheng tilted his head and coughed twice, and then said, "he wants me to die, and the latter is flirting with me."

"...What if it's neither?"

Fu Cheng stared at him for a long time, and the hand under the quilt groped towards him unexpectedly, Chen Yanqing didn't even have time to react, and his whole body froze.

Fu Cheng's eyes were probably filled with various emotions such as 'shock', 'ridiculous' and 'excitement', which was exactly the same as Chen Yanqing's expression in the morning when he heard that the plan had failed.

Being touched by this, Chen Yanqing's face became even redder. It took a long time for Fucheng's hand to leave, but it just got into his underclothes and moved up his belly. The palm of his hand caressed his chest indistinctly. It was a mess.

Fucheng was not in a hurry, walked on him with the palm of his hand, and finally squeezed his waist to make him shrink into his arms. He didn't dare to kiss him now, but he didn't say it clearly, he just kissed his forehead. The scorching breath sprinkled on the top of his head, and said to him, "Hey, let's play when you have a cold."

Chen Yanqing was muffled, murmured something, the door opened outside, Chen Yanqing turned over reflexively and pretended to be asleep, Tang Ping opened the door and came in within a few seconds, and saw Fucheng who had already woken up.

"Is it better, is there any discomfort?"

Tang Ping sat by the bed and touched his forehead, "The temperature is better than at noon."

"It's much better, Aunt Tang."

Tang Ping looked at his gentle eyes and backed away when she caught a glimpse of Chen Yanqing who was facing away from them, "This child, you are sick and can't sleep before him!"

"He has been taking care of me all afternoon, and he just slept not long."

"That's right...tomorrow is Sunday, I'll make soup at night, you two don't go to class in the afternoon tomorrow, and you both have a good rest at home."

"Row."

"Then you sleep a little longer, I'll make dinner, and let's soak our feet after dinner."

"Oh, I see."

Tang Ping pawed the 'sleeping' person twice more, then got up and went out when there was no movement.

It was late, and the room was dark. After the door was closed for a long time, Chen Yanqing fell asleep. Just as he turned his head to look at Fucheng, he was kissed by Fucheng's hot kiss.

Chen Yanqing opened his mouth slightly to let him in, and then stuck to him at the end.

Fucheng hugged him, "The infection is passed on to you, and we are going to die together, do you have any objection?"

"No."

Really not, Chen Yanqing thought, this kiss has a strong smell of sickness, he is clearly aware of it, but he really doesn't mind it, but this is the only time he has underestimated 'cold' in 18 years, he feels happy, feels like he has a cold He won the battle of the virus on Fucheng.

In the evening, Tang Ping found three foot-soaking buckets out of nowhere. She was comfortable in Fucheng, and even moved her dinner to the coffee table, so that the three of them sat in a row on the sofa, soaking their feet while eating, and there was Yang Liu on TV. The movie was playing Huang Feihong or something. As soon as Aunt Thirteen came out, the three of them forgot to chew.

"Mom," Chen Yanqing would say, "this sister is so beautiful."

"Well," Tang Ping said, "you still know what is beautiful."

Fucheng was wrapped in a blanket of coral fleece and laughed at the side, Chen Yanqing rolled his eyes at him, and then argued with his mother, "Isn't it natural to be aesthetically pleasing? I'm not blind."

"I mean, you also know that she is a sister, and she is very beautiful."

After Tang Ping finished speaking, Chen Yanqing was even more puzzled, "Even my brother, I would say it looks good."

Tang Ping put down the bowls and chopsticks, "It's the first time you've praised a girl for being good-looking at such a young age, and she's a movie star, so I can't praise you a few words?"

"Yes, is there?" Chen Yanqing asked uncomfortably.

"No? You met Duan Xiaoming when you first entered high school, and since then you have been full of Duan Xiaoming in your mouth and eyes. I asked you if Miao Miao in your first grade was the prettiest, and you said no." I know, you said Duan Xiaoming is the prettiest, but you forgot?"

Tang Ping couldn't stop opening her mouth. Sitting in the middle, Chen Yanqing obviously felt that the air on the left was frozen, comparable to the temperature outside.

"Mom, don't talk nonsense, even if you make up things that I don't remember, I have no place to justify them." After finishing speaking, he looked back at Fucheng, "You think so?"

Fucheng didn't respond, took two mouthfuls of rice casually, and put down the bowl, "Aunt Tang, I'm full."

"Okay, soak your feet for a while."

Chen Yanqing felt that it was not good for Tang Ping to put him down all the time, so that he was always a head short in front of Fucheng, and his heart was in a mess, so he put down the bowls and chopsticks and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

On TV, Aunt Thirteen was shaking a fan and teaching Huang Feihong to say 'I love you', Huang Feihong asked her, "I love tiger oil? What does it mean?"

Thirteenth Aunt came closer and told him, "It's just that you came to me for something, or the words of concern I said when I walked away."

Huang Feihong believed it easily, and repeated it again and again.

Tang Ping wiped her feet and put on cotton slippers, poured water first, and then came back to clean up the dishes on the tea table. While she was washing dishes in the kitchen, Fu Cheng curled up on the sofa, covering Chen Yanqing's legs with a blanket, "Stop soaking, wipe it off for me."

Chen Yanqing felt that he was in the wrong, and did not disobey him. He wiped his feet with a towel. As soon as he finished wiping, he retracted his feet into the blanket, and slipped into the gap between Chen Yanqing's legs under the cover of the blanket.

"Why you, my mother is here."

"Cold." Fu Cheng said.

Chen Yanqing glanced at the kitchen, then clamped his feet with his legs, and put his hands on his head through the blanket, "Don't move around."

There was a smile on the corner of Fucheng's mouth, but he didn't say anything.

Yang Xiangan came on Monday morning, and Tang Ping helped the two of them take leave for early self-study. When Chen Yanqing got up to wash up, Yang Xiangan knocked on the door of his house. Afterwards, Chen Yanqing looked at the big paper box that wrote The word 'air conditioner' asked exaggeratedly, "Mr. Yang, what did you buy?"

"Air conditioner, ancestor."

Yang Xiangan beckoned the installation workers to come in, "There are two bedrooms and a living room, please excuse me, masters."

After speaking, he moved out of the way, and then said to Chen Yanqing, "Your family's oil can be put away."

"It's not bad."

"The air conditioner is already installed, why do you need that?" Yang Xiangan said, seeing Fu Cheng come out of the bedroom and go straight to the bathroom, and then turned his gaze back to Chen Yanqing's face, "Is he better?"

The news was so fast, Chen Yanqing couldn't help but slander, saying, "It's much better," and also said, "Old Yang, the deal you made with me also includes your treasury, can I spend whatever I want?"

Yang Xiangan shook his head, "You can't, your mother can."

"..."

The master who installed the air conditioner came in and out of the house, and Yang Xiangan naturally went to help. Chen Yanqing went into the kitchen to look for food, and looked at Yang Xiangan's busy figure while looking, always thinking awkwardly, when he was doing business that day , Yang Xiangan exchanged "I won't tell your mother" in exchange for the condition of "don't reject me for being good to you two". At that time, Chen Yanqing secretly thought that he had made money, but now he doesn't think that's the case anymore.