heart to wild

Jiang Bian has recently learned to draw cakes, the ones with a triangle and a strawberry dotted on top.

This is equivalent to her learning to draw strawberries at the same time, which is too strong.

When he discovered this, Yu Dian was... drawing strawberries.

But what he painted were deformed genetically modified strawberries, not like Jiang Bian's natural and cute.

The younger sister looked at his work for a while, and suddenly pushed away from her strawberry cake with some disgust.

Ugly to us.

Yu Dian was shocked, and watched Jiang Bian with aggrieved eyes holding a red crayon to color the strawberries.

"Bianbian, is this also what Teacher Chen taught you to draw?"

Teacher Chen, come and teach me too.

Jiang Bian didn't answer, but spread out her picture book, turned two pages forward, and pushed it to Yu Dian to read.

It was still a stick figure, but this time besides the Jiang family brothers and sisters, there was a third person who was a whole head taller than Jiang Zhai.

But in reality, Jiang Zhai is slightly taller.

Yu Dian held back a smile and asked, "This is Teacher Chen?"

Jiang Bian nodded, and held the pen to draw a five-pointed star beside Teacher Chen. The movements were skillful, and it was obviously not the first time he had drawn it.

I like him so much.

Yu Dim had a little taste in his heart, and whispered: "Then, will you draw me?"

Jiang Bian looked at him for a while, as if looking at him.

Yu Dian was nervous and didn't move. After a while, Jiang Bian turned to a new page and drew two stick figures holding hands. The brother she drew was as tall as herself.

Yu point: "..."

But Jiang Bian didn't stop after painting the two, and then drew a third person next to him.

At first I thought it was still Chen Yiran's, but everyone in Jiang Bian's paintings has some characteristics, and this time it can be seen that they have changed people.

Yu Dian looked at the sleepy squinted eyes of the tall stick figure, and couldn't help laughing: "Is this your brother Shengsheng?"

Jiang Bian shook her head, and circled the two average-sized children on the drawing paper.

It's our brother Shengsheng.

"..."

Yu Dian was blushed by a little girl for nothing, but finally understood how the matchsticks in Jiang Bian's works calculated their heights—the two older brothers were tall enough to lift her up, but Chen Yiran was more in her heart. Powerful, so she has to be taller. As for Yu Dian... Well, Yu Dian is her playmate of the same age.

Well, it's okay to be the same age as a genius girl, regardless of whether it's physical or psychological age.

Another weekend came, and Yu Dian came to Jiang's house with a birthday present for Jiang Bian. It was supposed to be yesterday's birthday, and they all went to Yu Zisheng's house and invited Yu Dian.

But Yu Dian... Yu Dian is sorry.

I always feel like seeing my parents or something... Oh, let's just pretend that he has too much to do!In short, I used some excuses to have a stomachache, so I didn't go yesterday.

When he came today, Jiang Bian was still a little angry with him, and it took him a long time to coax him.

Two boxes of medicine were placed on the table.

Yu Dian came back to his senses and heard Jiang Zhai ask him: "Does your stomach still hurt? There is medicine at home."

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Yu Dian shook his head embarrassingly.

Yesterday afternoon when he was playing games at home with nothing to do, Yu Zisheng called him suddenly, his voice filtered by radio waves could not hear any emotions or anger.

——Does it hurt?Have you taken your medicine?

Yu Dian, who didn't feel any pain at all, was coaxed into curling up by him, and a bit of aggrieved heat actually appeared in his eye sockets.

But that's all he asked for.

So Yu Dian curled the dimple at the corner of his mouth, and said obediently: "I've taken the medicine, and I'm going to sleep."

Yu Zisheng on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and whispered to him in broad daylight, "Good night."

It's really nerve-wracking, how can this person make others like him a little more every day.

Jiang Zhai pointed at the table with his index finger, interrupting his memory.

"Yugou has something to do at home today, so he can't come out. Tell me, why did you pretend to be sick yesterday?"

"..." Yu Dian looked up at him in horror.

Jiang Zhai touched Yu Dian's forehead with his fingertips, with a half-smile: "How many years have we known each other, I won't be able to tell if you are really sick or not?"

Even Jiang Bian could hear it, otherwise she wouldn't be a little angry.

Yu Dian blushed and turned to look at the little girl, but Jiang Bian acted as if she couldn't hear them, and just added color to the picture by herself.

That Yu Zisheng...

Jiang Zhai sat at the table, crossed his chest and looked at him: "He didn't say it, but I think Yugou should have heard it."

Yu's face collapsed: "It doesn't look like it."

He felt rather weak.

Jiang Zhai shook his head: "There is still some subtle difference between being sick and being sad. When you care about someone very much, you can hear it."

very concerned.

Yu Dian blinked, but Jiang Zhai ignored his little thoughts and continued, "Why are you unhappy? Is it because of your brother?"

Yu Dian was a little surprised: "Brother Zisheng told you?"

Jiang Zhai pinched his nose helplessly: "Really? I guessed it myself, Yu Zisheng is very strict with his mouth."

To put it bluntly, he doesn't care about other people's affairs, but from another perspective, it can also be said that Yu Zisheng is very educated.

Yu Dian lowered his head, the kid in his heart was jumping up and down, as if he wanted to prove that his crush was not so perfect, the kid muttered: "But he told me someone else's secret."

For example, An Yu likes boys... Sigh, it would be great if he didn't tell himself, but thanks to him telling, Yu Dian wouldn't do anything bad on the spur of the moment.

"Really?"

Jiang Zhai raised his eyebrows, as if he hadn't thought of it, and even smiled after a long time.

"Then maybe that person's secret really isn't a secret, at least he won't be the only outsider who knows..."

But even if only Yu Zisheng really knew about it, Jiang Zhai was not sure whether he would tell Yu Dian.

His cousin seems to care more about his hair than expected.

Afraid of the pressure on Yu Dian, Jiang Zhai didn't say the last few words, he just patted Yu Dian on the shoulder, and naturally changed the subject: "Then what's wrong with your brother, would you like to talk about it?"

Is this his brother's secret?

Yu Dian thought for a while, then grabbed Jiang Zhai's clothes in embarrassment, as if begging for mercy: "I haven't figured it out yet, so I can't say it for now."

Although he still insisted on secretly going to the hospital to see Sister Zuo Fen every week, Yu Dian never got up the courage to ask her what kind of relationship she had with Yu Chen.

My sister didn't seem to have mentioned him to Yu Chen, but Yu Dian thought that she might have already guessed the identity of this kid.

According to Zuo Fen, her due date is next month, but her foundation is not good, so she moved into the hospital early to make preparations.

Is he really going to be a little uncle?

Yu Dian bit his lip and whispered: "Jiang Jiang, I misunderstood my father before, do you think I will misunderstand my brother too?"

Although he didn't like him, it was true that he bullied him when he was a child, but it's normal for Yu Chen not to like his stepmother and the child born to his stepmother, it's him...

"Your mother is sick." Jiang Di pinched his face.

"Forget when you drowned in the swimming pool when you were a child, how did he stand by and do nothing?"

If Jiang Zhai hadn't seen it in the garden next door and cried out for help in shock, Yu Chen might have watched this fragile little life struggling and dying in front of him so coldly.

This incident left a deep impression on Jiang Zhai, so he still doesn't have a good face when he mentions Yu Chen.

"But..." Yu Dian wanted to refute.

But when he was struggling, he seemed to have indeed seen Yu Chen who appeared by accident. Although he subconsciously stopped and frowned and observed himself for a while, he finally decided to go into the water to save him.

And that "moment" may be very long for the drowning person, but it may be just a few moments when it is pulled to the shore.

It's just that - Jiang Zhai's call and Yu Chen's decision, after all, he is afraid that he will be too sentimental and dare not say so.

But at that time, Yu Dian, who was a child, could vaguely know that if this matter was brought up in front of adults, no matter what the truth was, Yu Chen would only admit the option that was not good for him.

Diandian will completely lose his dog brother.

So after waking up, he grabbed Jiang Zhai by the collar and begged him over and over again not to tell others.

Being delirious, she didn't know if Yu Chen was around at that time, but the adults still don't know about Yu Dian belching in his swimming pool.

Jiang Zhai sighed, like that afternoon many years ago, he finally gave in to Fa Xiao's request.

"I hope you're right."

Maybe Yu Chen's heart is not only indifference and hatred, but also his warm side may be willing to share a little bit in the future.

After the meal, Yu Dian took a nap in Jiang Zhai's room, and after waking up, he received a message from Yu Zisheng asking him how his little sister's birthday was today.

Yu Dian described to him how cute and exquisite the strawberry cake drawn by the younger sister was, and how they drew nine candles next to it to blow out, and then said mysteriously: "I found out that Jiang Jiang was secretly reading "How to Raising Girls."

Yu Zisheng replied quickly: "Well, my sister recommended it to him."

Yu Dian blinked and edited the message in surprise: "Is that the sister who is not afraid of exhibitionism?"

Yu Zisheng: "Yes."

God, I can't even imagine...

No, there seems to be an image in memory that can be perfectly matched with the number.

A tall big sister with long wavy hair and full of aura.

Ah, the girls are really cute.

"I'm going out to buy a bottle of vinegar." Jiang Di shouted outside the door.

Yu Dian ran to the door stepping on slippers, and told Jiang Zhai sincerely: "Boys must protect themselves when they go out!"

Sick just after waking up.

Jiang Zhai answered him with a smirk, opened the door and went out.

He felt that Yu Dian was talking nonsense, but sometimes Tong Yan Wuji was the most serious.

Outside the door, on the corridor, there is a person nestled at the door of 1202.

Like a homing ostrich, or a snail.

Such a person who is so particular, is sitting on the ground without any particularity at this moment, with his beautiful face buried between his knees wearily.

Jiang Zhai's Adam's apple rolled, and his fingers clenched the key in his palm to make a small sound, which made the person sitting in the corner raise his head and look at him in bewilderment.

Chen Yiran's eyes are always bent like the moon, and it is raining on the moon at the moment.

"What's wrong with you, teacher." Jiang Di asked him.

Chen Yiran smiled nicely.

"Stomach pain."

Whether a person is sick or sad, there are still some nuances.

Jiang Zhai is very talented and can always be heard.

Holding the key, he squatted down in front of Chen Yiran, his natural indifference hid half of his tenderness.

"do not Cry."

Chen Yiran was a little confused with a stomachache.

He had some doubts that the fact that he was carried into the house by the boy next door helplessly at the door just now was purely a dream.

As an adult with strong self-care ability, he should walk home by himself, boil hot water, cook porridge, and then lie down on the bed.

There were two knocks on the open bedroom door, and the figure that appeared beside the door vividly told him that Chen Yiran did not complete any of the above steps by himself.

"..."

Jiang Zhai glanced at the half-bowl of porridge on the bedside table, and put the water glass filled with boiling water and the small medicine box containing one capsule next to the porridge bowl.

"You can take medicine if the water is not hot."

Chen Yiran sat on the bed covered with a quilt, feeling a little uncomfortable suddenly.

He left the country at the age of 17 and came back at the age of 29. During the 12 years in between, even if he rented with others, Chen Yiran was still used to taking care of himself.

He is not very comfortable with establishing a friendship with others that can be shared in his bedroom—not to mention that the person who is "taking care of" him right now should be his student.

Teacher Chen really has a stomachache.

In the early years, he was busy with work and had irregular work and rest, and he would come to his door every now and then to find his troubles.

But most of the time he can bear it most of the time, ordinary people can hardly find any suspicious clues from Chen Yiran's expression.

But sometimes, the pain can be unbearable, and Ian, who is wearing a soft armor, removes layers of camouflage, completely turning into a weak and deceitful Chen Yiran.

Like today.

But today is an exception.

After all, this is the first time someone has discovered such a Chen Yiran.

But when Jiang Zhai faced him, it was as if he was taking care of an ordinary patient.

A patient who is easily lonely and needs to be coaxed by others.

The boy handed him the rolled drawing paper in his pocket.

"It's for you, her birthday cake."

Chen Yiran froze for a moment, lifted his long and thin fingers bluntly, took the drawing paper from the boy's hand and unfolded it, and saw a piece of strawberry cake with crooked lines but very cute overall coloring.

"Yesterday was her birthday." Jiang Di added.

Chen Yiran's voice was a little hoarse: "Is there no real cake?"

His original intention was to ask the brothers and sisters if they had eaten the cake, but Jiang Zhai deliberately misinterpreted the teacher's meaning: "That's another price."

"..."

Chen Yiran blinked in confusion.

Teachers who came back from abroad seem to be unable to understand this stalk.

Jiang Zhai looked at him calmly for a while, then stretched out his hand and pulled the drawing paper out from the adult's fingertips.

He picked up the unfinished porridge on the bedside table.

"It's not good to take medicine on an empty stomach."

Who is the adult after all?

Chen Yiran wanted to laugh a little, but the pain in his stomach was endless, and he didn't even have the strength to pull the corner of his mouth.

"No smell." He made an excuse.

Jiang Di raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then do you like sweet or salty?"

The young man's eyes were too focused, Chen Yiran was speechless for a moment, and responded hoarsely: "Sweet."

Jiang Zhai seemed a little surprised. He glanced at the sticky white porridge and got up suddenly.

Chen Yiran opened his mouth, but didn't stop him.

A few minutes later, when the man closed his eyes tiredly and re-enacted the action of sitting outside the door just now, the boy came back silently and sat down on the side of the bed with a skillful posture.

"Sweet." He said.

Chen Yiran raised his head, and saw a bowl of dark red porridge served in front of him.

"Brown sugar was added," Jiang Zhai explained, "it's not good to eat too much white sugar."

"..."

Chen Yiran slowly took over the moderately warm porridge bowl, feeling unsettled and confused in his heart.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

He finally asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

Didn't she hate him at first?

Jiang Di's fingers were still on the other end of the celadon porridge bowl and did not let go.

The boy's tone couldn't tell whether it was cold or funny: "Is this good for you?"

Right.

Lu Yu froze to death, and it was right in front of his house, and the average kind-hearted person would probably show kindness.

Chen Yiran took the porridge bowl completely.

He's right...

Jiang Di pulled the bowl back again.

Chen Yiran looked at him hesitantly, but when he raised his eyelids, he was startled by the boy's palm that suddenly extended over.

"But I'm really being nice to you," he said.

I thought Mr. Chen was used to being favored by others and couldn't see it.

"..."

Chen Yiran was speechless, but Jiang Di had already put down his temperature-testing palm from his forehead, and said in a flat tone, "You have a fever."

Chen Yiran was confused by him.

But Jiang Di didn't intend to explain more clearly.

He took a spoonful of brown sugar porridge from the bowl and handed it to Chen Yiran's mouth: "You are cold, you can drink it. Drink it."

Irresistible action and tone.

"..."

Forget it.

Chen Yiran suddenly lost his guard, and opened his lips that were not tightly closed.

He is a sick person, if he is weak, then he is weak.There is only one day in the year, let him give himself a vacation.

The room was silent, save for the clinking of spoons and bowls, and the almost inaudible swallowing of another person.

I don't know how long I have been feeding a bowl of porridge, but Jiang Di's arm holding the bowl seemed to have been cast with a holding spell, and he didn't even move.

Chen Yiran was a little sleepy, and only remembered that when the man was about to leave, he fed himself medicine again.

He is a very caring boy.

"I never hated you, teacher."

When tucking him in the quilt, the boy suddenly responded softly to the confusion that Chen Yiran thought he was just chanting in his heart, but he really said it.

I never hated you.

Chen Yiran's heart trembled, his eyelashes flickered, but his hot eyelids did not open.

"Are you always like this?" Jiang Di asked him.

"What?" Chen Yiran responded vaguely.

"I feel that someone hates you, but I don't ask why, and I just back away."

Are you always like this.

Chen Yiran didn't respond, and Jiang Zhai didn't seem to care too much.

He leaned over to put the cups and bowls on the bedside table into the dinner plate, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Chen Yiran shrunk into a ball, wishing to bury his whole face in the corner of the quilt.

The boy couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and lowered his voice ambiguously.

"Want to hear a bedtime story?"

Chen Yiran turned around indifferently.

The patient emperor is big.

Jiang Di shrugged his shoulders, picked up the plate and left, and when he left the bedroom, he closed the door very carefully.

This time Chen Yiran slept surprisingly deeply, and also very well.

When I opened my eyes, it was already dark, and the dim starlight fell outside the light-transmitting curtains.

He looked at the ceiling in silence for a while, and sat up slowly propping up the mattress.

As in the past, I lost all strength, but this time, my body was much lighter than before.

His voice was very hoarse, Chen Yiran stepped on the ground with bare feet, but what his toes touched was not the coldness of the floor, but the fluffy slippers.

However, Chen Yiran did not focus on the ground.

The starlight was divided into geometric shapes by the window frame and fell onto the light-colored floor. He stared at the white water on the bedside table for a long time. After a long while, he stretched out his hand and slowly tore off the post-it note stuck on the wall of the cup. .

——Written with a child's crayon on it was the boy he had misunderstood for a long time and hated him, a weak and helpless accusation.

"You wronged me."