strange lover

Sheng Songyang was stunned for a long time before he was sure that he really didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

The sound of the water gradually died down, Lou Yuanyuan put the inner core of the rice cooker into the rice cooker, and then answered him: "It's nothing."

Sheng Songyang wrinkled his nose, always feeling like he missed something, Lou was far unwilling to entangle with him in this regard, and took the initiative to change the topic: "Brother Yangyang, what do you want to eat?"

"It will be all right."

Lou Yuanyuan stood on tiptoe, dug out a bag of mustard from the storage cabinet in the kitchen, then turned to Sheng Songyang and said, "Then you can eat mustard."

"Lou Yuanyuan," Sheng Songyang heard his tone didn't sound like a joke, "I'm a patient."

"Patients should eat something lighter." Lou Yuanyuan solemnly put the bag of mustard greens into his palm, then took out a box of tofu and a small bag of pork from the refrigerator, preparing to make dinner for himself.

Sheng Songyang lowered his head and looked at a woman wearing a green turban with red patterns on the mustard bag, and suddenly felt uncomfortable all over: "What do you eat?"

Lou Yuanyuan tore open the packing box, a little confused why he asked these questions: "Ma Po Tofu."

Sheng Songyang felt hungry in an instant.

"I want to eat, too."

"Brother Yangyang, you eat porridge and mustard."

"I'm hungry."

"Then wait for me, I'll cook some porridge for you."

Sheng Songyang pointed to the rice cooker and asked, "Isn't that for me?"

"That's rice, I ate it." Lou turned his head from a distance and stared at him for a while, as if he had noticed something, he put the tofu on the chopping board and walked slowly towards Sheng Songyang.

The boy leaning crookedly against the wall saw the boy who was much shorter than him standing in front of him, and Sheng Songyang realized that the building seemed to be a little taller.And the boy he was looking at was also looking at him, Lou Yuanyuan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been ignoring something, he flicked his wrist to shake off the water droplets on his hand, and the moment he stretched out his hand, he seemed to have realized something , so Lou Yuan adjusted his posture.Sheng Songyang only felt a cold cheek, and then he leaned forward uncontrollably, and a warm touch touched his forehead.

The building is far from being as tall as Sheng Songyang, so he can only be shortened; his hands are cold, and Sheng Songyang's face is still hot. He stood on tiptoe for a while, and then frowned and said uncertainly: "It seems I don't have a fever..."

Sheng Songyang's face was shrunk in his palm, and he put on a rather funny expression.When the two met their gazes, Sheng Songyang opened his mouth like a giant octopus in cartoons, "Let go."

Originally, Lou Yuanyuan didn't want to do anything, but when Sheng Songyang said it, his child's temper was provoked.Lou Yuanyuan rubbed Sheng Songyang's face and made various shapes with his wrists. Sheng Songyang pampered him, but still pretended to be angry: "Lou Yuanyuan, don't mess around."

In fact, Lou Yuanyuan was somewhat resentful. Although a cold is a trivial matter, Sheng Songyang didn't mean to not care about his body.But he just couldn't control it for no reason. Every time Sheng Songyang called him, he said that he ate and slept well, and that he was fine except for a little mental stress.But——Lou Yuanyuan looked at his obviously thinner appearance, and his extremely terrible complexion. If this is not a problem, then Lou Yuanyuan doesn't know what he should look like when there is a problem.

He took this opportunity to vent indiscriminately, and finally let Sheng Songyang go.The latter soon received his own hot porridge, Lou moved him to the dining table far away, and greeted the person who was stuck at the kitchen door, "Brother Yangyang, it's time to eat."

"I want to eat that." Sheng Songyang looked at the tofu gurgling in the pot, his eyes revealing desire.

"No way." Lou Yuanyuan walked a few steps quickly and pushed Sheng Songyang out, "Listen to your throat, that tofu is so spicy, you won't be able to speak tomorrow after eating it."

"Then why did you do that to seduce me?"

"Brother Yangyang..." Lou Yuanyuan asked him curiously, "Your nasal voice is so strong, how can you still smell these smells?"

Sheng Songyang replied with a wooden face: "I don't know, I just smell it."

"Didn't you say you have no appetite?"

"There is now."

Lou Yuanyuan stretched out his hand and ordered the bowl of porridge on the dining table, which seemed to have no appetite, and told him: "Then you eat more, and go to sleep after eating."

"I want to eat that."

"No."

"Just take a few bites."

"No."

The topic went back and forth, Sheng Songyang sniffed and coughed a few times, Lou Yuanyuan turned his head and glanced at him, Sheng Songyang felt guilty after seeing him, and finally sat obediently on the dining table.

"Why do I feel that you are getting more and more reckless..." He tore open the mustard, and made a rare childish complaint.

Even though he said so, Lou Yuan must still not have the heart to really greedy Sheng Songyang in front of him, so he deliberately stayed in the kitchen a little longer.In fact, Sheng Songyang just tried his best to chat with Lou Yuanyuan. After he finished the bowl of porridge in front of him, his upper and lower eyelids were already glued together.

Lou came out far away and saw the clean bottom of the bowl, and asked him, "Brother Yangyang, can I serve you some more?"

Sheng Songyang didn't say anything, just shook his head and stood up, he walked straight to the bedroom, Lou Yuanyuan reminded him: "Don't forget to turn on the air conditioner."

"Ah."

The room fell silent in an instant, except for the soft sound of the bowls and chopsticks hitting each other.Lou Yuanyuan couldn't eat much in the first place, and with no one to eat with him, he felt full after only a few mouthfuls.

In Sheng Songyang's eyes, the mapo tofu that can make the mouth water is hardly eaten. Lou Yuan sat on the chair with blank eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.Then he climbed down from the dining table, ran to the TV cabinet "stumbling and staring", then opened the drawer, and took out a box of cold medicine from the inside.

He opened the box and studied the box of cold medicine for a while, then found Sheng Songyang's teacup and made two packs of granules for him.The strong smell of medicine permeated instantly, Lou Yuan raised his teacup and looked at the dark liquid inside, and walked into Sheng Songyang's room with satisfaction.

The bedside was filled with orange light, and he carefully opened the door of his room. Not long after Sheng Songyang fell asleep, he dimly felt someone coming in. He buried himself in the quilt and asked indistinctly: " ......What's wrong?"

Lou Yuanyuan held his hands full of love and whispered, "Brother Yangyang, you should drink this."

Sheng Songyang opened his eyes and suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned over and sat up, and saw the teacup in his hand at a glance: "What is this?"

"Cold medicine." Lou Yuan sat beside his bed, and handed the teacup to him.

"Where did it come from?" Sheng Songyang had a vague premonition.

"It's the cold medicine you told me last time that was particularly bitter but effective. Didn't you put it in the TV cabinet? I found it."

Sheng Songyang stared at it carefully for a long time, and asked, "How many bags did you soak?"

"Two packs." Lou Yuanyuan's hands were sore, he raised the teacup to Sheng Songyang's lips, "Hurry up and drink it while it's hot."

Because of nasal congestion, Sheng Songyang's sense of smell is not very sensitive. He took it and tasted it tentatively, but his expression changed suddenly due to the bitterness.I don't know what ingredients are added to this cold medicine. Not only does it have a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, but it will also be slightly sour and bitter after drinking it.

Lou watched his face stretched as long as a bitter melon from afar, and coaxed him, "Good medicine tastes bitter."

"...Have you ever drank?" Sheng Songyang asked him in a low voice.

"Drink it, I just tested the temperature for you."

"Do you feel bitter?"

Lou Yuanyuan, who likes to eat sweets, how can he bear this taste, he just tasted it outside the door and almost burst into tears.But in order for Sheng Songyang to drink it obediently, he could only lie: "I think it's okay."

The air conditioner in the room was turned on very high, and Sheng Songyang was only wearing a thin long-sleeved T-shirt. He looked at the building for a long time without blinking, as if trying to judge whether he was telling the truth or not. talk.

Lou Yuanyuan felt weak when he looked at him, but Sheng Songyang listened to his advice and drank the nearly 300ml cup of cold medicine in one go.

His palm sank, it was Sheng Songyang who put the tea cup into his hand, Lou Yuanyuan was about to speak, but someone moved faster than him.

Then he felt a heat on his lips, and that unique feeling, so bitter that he was about to shed tears, enveloped him immediately.Lou Yuanyuan opened his eyes wide in a daze, and what he saw was a warm halo like amber. He tasted the tip of his tongue with a bitter and sour taste, which didn't belong to him, but belonged to another person.

In fact, this process only took a few seconds, and I don't know if it was because of the high temperature of the air conditioner or other reasons. When the two moved away again, Sheng Songyang's cheeks were a little hot.The gaze he looked over was also hot, and he quietly swept the building far into it.

With a hoarse voice, the boy with messy hair repeated the question he asked just now——

"Lou Yuanyuan, do you feel bitter?"