Nirvana of Tomb Raiders

The cold wind blew against the glass window, and the snow outside condensed into lumps and clinged to the window edge, showing no signs of loosening.

Fang Qiong, who played around in the snow yesterday, developed a high fever that night. Under the diagnosis of the doctor, he told everyone the reason for his sudden high fever. It was just a temptation to catch the cold while playing in the snow. Without a reasonable diet, the body's resistance will drop rapidly.

The parents looked at each other in blank dismay. Of course they knew the reason for the improper diet. The middle-aged doctor saw that their family was very rich, but the child was nutritionally deficient. The unbalanced diet really made people wonder if the parents abused the child, so everyone was tortured by the doctor. With condemning eyes, he silently wrote down how to give Fang Qiong a prescription for taking care of his body, and how to keep warm in winter.

Looking at the back of Fang Qiong's slender hands with hanging needles and white tape stuck to them, Feng Qing felt a dull pain in his heart. His body cannot be compared with Ye Jiawen and others, and Fang Qiong is just a child, although he He tried his best not to hurt him, but there would be other factors that would break down his body. With the sudden change of the weather, Fang Qiong's little face also lost its smile, and she lay quietly on the bed, wrinkling her forehead from time to time. It was still warm on the bed, and the fever subsided a little slowly.

"When will his fever subside?" Looking at Fang Qiongfeng lying on the big bed, he asked without even looking at the doctor.

The middle-aged doctor could feel the man's indifference, and he didn't dare to condemn them with his eyes now. It seems that this man still cares about children, but he doesn't look like the father of a ten-year-old child at this age.

But no matter what the man thinks of Feng Qing's performance, he will never know the relationship between Feng Qing and Fang Qiong.

Fang Qiong's fever is actually a fever, and occasionally he wakes up, Feng Qing feeds him water and then goes back to sleep, after the injection is finished, Feng Qing sleeps with him on the same bed, this has become their habit, Feng Qing didn't dare to touch Fang Qiong whose hands and feet were cold, but seeing him clutching the quilt tightly with his little hands felt very uncomfortable, so she had no choice but to get close to Fang Qiong and pass her body to him.

Perhaps Fang Qiong no longer had nightmares. When Feng Qing woke up the next morning, Fang Qiong's forehead was not so hot, and the fever subsided.

Fang Qiong, who was drowsy, opened his eyes and saw Feng Qing was wiping his face with a hot towel. The movements were not delicate, but gentleness was absolutely indispensable. When the warm towel wiped his face, it felt moist. Very good, after the high fever, Fang Qiong lacked strength all over his body, but his spirit was much better, but when he thought about it, Feng Qing pushed him back to the bed.

Fang Qiong drank light porridge in the morning, and Fang Qiong felt full, but he was hungry before noon, and asked the cook to make a light meal for him. Fang Qiong's appetite was very good, and Feng Qing finally hung the His heart was relieved. He had been worried since Fang Qiong had a fever, and at the same time he was blaming himself. He also began to think about the following things, whether he really wanted to continue. Fang Qiong was still young and not suitable for being tired. Running around, his body couldn't bear the hardships at all. He didn't doubt Fang Qiong's willpower, but his body was limited and there was nothing he could do.

Faced with taking medicine and giving injections, Fang Qiong is not as squeamish as a child. She still pouted her butt when she needed an injection, and took medicine when she needed to take medicine. His cute appearance made everyone in the villa dislike him. I don’t eat much, but I try to eat as much as I can. Sometimes I feel nauseous and vomit, and then I drink some porridge to clear my stomach under everyone’s caring eyes.

The illness of fighting against the cold winter made Fang Qiong look thinner and weaker. Feng Qing doubted that he would grow up, and also knew that the child suffered from so many illnesses. As for himself when he was a child, he no longer has much memory up.

Although the illness is sick, there are people who care about it, have someone to take care of it, and receive gifts. It is not completely bad. Fang Qiong doesn't like to go to school. Now Chen Mo has acted as his guardian and asked for sick leave for him. He originally asked for sick leave, but now It's just an exam, and a certain kid who is sick in bed also said that he will definitely be able to pass the final exam.

Don't worry about Fang Qiong's studies for the time being. He is only in the fourth and fifth grades now. He can still handle these subjects, and there is no problem with the exams. Although he has not been in touch with him for many years, he will know if he picks up the textbook and slowly absorbs it. He can't tell others. I'm in my twenties and I can't even do elementary school questions, although it is possible now, there are many parallel imports of mobile phones now, and there are many parallel imports in universities, let alone reborn people.

Therefore, Fang Qiong, who didn’t have to get up early to go to class in winter, could sleep until he woke up naturally every day. This sudden high fever was not a blessing in disguise, but recently he had to eat a lot of nutritious meals, and his mouth was about to fade out. Not long after I came back, I have to eat a nutritious meal before I have really eaten a big meal. What kind of vitamins, calcium, iron, and zinc are they all supplemented? Fang Qiong has to look at Feng Qing twice a day, pitiful , looking at him eagerly, such as now.

It was lunch time again, and a week after he recovered from his illness, Fang Qiong no longer imagined the food he wanted to eat, but thought about how to turn his regular meal into a snack every day, and smelled the medicinal meal with the smell of Chinese medicine every day , he felt like vomiting.

Fang Qiong bit her lower lip and shook Feng Qing's arm, shaking, shaking, shaking, not to mention how wronged she was: "Brother, can you let me eat some normal food, I'm almost like a medicine jar, If you are not sick, you will get sick from eating."

Feng Qing paid more attention to Fang Qiong's body than anyone else, and he insisted on taking it for a week. However, Fang Qiong really couldn't take it anymore. He felt pain all over his body when he smelled those medicinal meals.

"The doctor said you are malnourished." Feng Qing looked firm, but her expression was not rich.

After eating like this for the past few days, the nutrition has already been replenished to a great extent, and the body cannot be recuperated in a short while. Eating every day is not a solution, it will be better to let nature take its course.

Fang Qiong turned her head away to reject Feng Qing's spoon, pouted and refused to eat.

"Don't eat?"

Feng Qing put away the spoon and stared fixedly at Fang Qiong who was sitting in his arms and was arguing.

Well, Fang Qiong didn’t force him to stop eating, and now his body is so good that he can jump up and down. The little guy doesn’t like to eat medicinal food every day. It doesn’t seem to be so important whether it’s expensive or not. He doesn't like to eat, and he doesn't have much meat on the little guy, and he feels a little burnt when holding it.

Fang Qiong, who wrinkled her nose and refused to eat, said firmly and angrily: "Don't eat, it's so bad, brother eat by himself!"

When Fang Qiong is angry, he will speak more heavily, and he will be indifferent to people, but he will not express his expression too clearly, and will only use great force when making movements.

"Okay then, I won't take the medicinal diet today." Feng Qing suddenly became very talkative.

Fang Qiong blinked at Feng Qing, turned her head and kissed Feng Qing's chin, but he didn't care, as long as he didn't take medicine, it didn't matter if he kissed Feng Qing twice more, so he kissed Feng Qing again under his mouth, Feng Qing, who was kissed, took a look at him, picked up the little guy's little bun face, and kissed his little cheek hard.

The goal was achieved, and then, Fang Qiong jumped off Feng Qing's lap to look for the cook with a blushing face, and told them what dishes he wanted to eat tonight. Braised eggplant.

"Run slower." Feng Qing said from behind, raising the corners of his mouth.

Ye Jiawen, who had just come back from outside, looked at them with a headache, why both of them looked like a young man in love, it must be his illusion, illusion.

After not having to go out on missions, Dabai hibernates in Ye Jiawen's room. He has an ancient wood sandalwood box. When he returns, he jumps there to hibernate. He doesn't need to eat or drink.

After a while, Fang Qiong ran back again and rubbed against Feng Qing's arms.

Everyone was surprised at dinner, but Fang Qiong warmly told them not to be polite, eat more, everyone was very speechless, and Tao Bai, who had been hiding in the greenhouse all day long, looked even worse than before. After being ill, Fang Qiong looked even worse. At least Fang Qiong had been raised for a few days, and her face was flushed.

In fact, this winter is still very warm, everyone thinks so, even Tao Bai, who has a bad complexion, smiled knowingly at Ye Jiawen, as long as Master Feng Qing likes it, they will follow his wishes, no matter what it is .

One month passed quickly, Fang Qiong wrapped himself up in the examination room refreshed and refreshed, and came back in good spirits after the examination, Feng Qing asked him how he did in the examination, Fang Qiong patted him confidently The chest said: "My performance is super-level! There must be no problem!"

Seeing his smug look, Feng Qing pinched his nose.

There are still more than ten days before the Chinese New Year, Fang Qiong watched everyone getting busy for the Chinese New Year, putting up lanterns and festoons, and the villa turned red as if someone was going to marry a wife. I feel that it is too modern and too strong. I can't find the ancient taste, but I can't find it on the surface. Let's find it from people.

Today's Spring Festival is even more lively than Fang Qiong imagined, but it's just a few familiar people gathering together to eat hot pot. Their New Year's Eve dinner, on the night of the New Year's Eve, Fang Qiong received red envelopes from all the adults, and he was also wrapped She was beaming with joy, because she was so happy, running in and out was not helpful to post couplets, her little nose was red from the cold, and in the end she was carried aside by Feng Qing to take care of Yan's family.

It is rare to have fun so freely, Fang Qiong naturally wants to seize the opportunity. In the past, I used to spend New Years Eve at the master's house, having a New Year's Eve dinner with the teacher's mother and senior brother. The gentle master and the teacher will give them each a red envelope every year, There are no other programs. The seniors are very busy. They left in a hurry after the New Year’s Eve dinner. They didn’t even stay long to watch the fireworks. Therefore, every year, he was the only one who accompanied Master until the first day of the new year. Going back to my own house, it was deserted and quiet, without the atmosphere of Chinese New Year.

Being single, he didn't care much about festivals. One year he remembered that he ate instant noodles on the first day of the new year, and he was confused by himself. He deeply remembered that year.

When the first bunch of fireworks bloomed brilliantly in the sky, the corners of Fang Qiong's eyes were moist. He quietly held Feng Qing's big cold hand. Someone accompanied him to celebrate the New Year, and his heart almost melted into soft cotton candy, so sweet that he wanted to take a bite.

It would be great if Feng Qing could accompany him to celebrate the new year every year in the future, so that he would no longer feel lonely. He is Zhao Qingming, and he has no relatives.

After the Spring Festival, Fang Qiong was 11 years old.

Maybe God looks at Fang Qiong in pity. The wish he made at the age of 11 seems to be slowly being realized. For several years, Feng Qing will accompany Fang Qiong to watch the bright fireworks falling from the sky on the [-]th day of the new year. The taste does not affect their good mood.

———Five-year separation line———

Looking at the three remaining vacancies in the box, the man stroked the boy's face on his lap. It has been five years since they came back. The summer in the south is hot and humid, and he looked at his nostrils sleeping under the air conditioner. With fanning, the man imprinted his lips on his cheek.

Fang Qiong's eyelashes are not long, but they are not sparse. After enough sleep, he rubbed his unconfused eyes, and then the handsome boy kissed the man lightly, and the man smiled slightly. In fact, there are such days in summer afternoon very nice.

The boy sat cross-legged on the sofa with his neck around the man's neck, his thin hair was a little messy, and the man smoothed it out for him.

"I have an exam tomorrow, and you didn't wake me up." The boy's vocal glands were no longer as childish as they were five years ago, and he suddenly woke up with deep sleepiness.

The man smiled, picked up the high school English textbook lying at his feet, handed it to him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Little pig loves to sleep, and I can't help it."

The boy kicked him on the thigh, snatched his book and wanted to run away barefoot, but was held down by the man on the sofa, nose to nose, eyes facing each other, four warm lips touching Together, the tip of the tongue pressed against the tip of the tongue to entangle each other, and the slight sound of water stains sounded between them. The man pulled out the boy's book and threw it on the ground. beans.

The teenager moaned softly, and the man let go of his lips and turned to attack his neck.

"Feng Qing, not today!" Fang Qiong pushed away the man pressing on him with steam on his face.

Feng Qing, who was pushed away with a disappointed expression, licked the corner of her mouth and pulled Fang Qiong up from the sofa: "Okay, wait until you finish the exam."

Fang Qiong didn't miss the cunning in his eyes, but he kissed the corner of the man's mouth and said with a smile: "Bad man."

Then he quickly picked up the book and ran to the study.

Feng Qing looked at the pair of slippers left on the ground, looked at the corner of the stairs where Fang Qiong's back disappeared, and touched her chin.

Men are not bad, no one loves them.

Well, the future is long.