Become the white moonlight of the attack

The warm dumplings in the lunch box gradually cooled down. Jiang Zhuo sat in front of his grandma's grave, looking at the old yellowed photos, and told his grandma about his experiences this year.

This year is undoubtedly very special for Jiang Zhuo. He has experienced engagement, divorce, and encountered a change in his life - Fu Shixin.

Thinking of Fu Shixin, he was deliberately avoiding it. At present, he didn't want grandma to know his existence.

When he came out, he was in a hurry and didn't bring his mobile phone. He didn't know if Fu Shixin had a serial killer. He remembered that last week he forgot to bring his mobile phone to go out to discuss cooperation with Mr. Xu, but when he returned to the company, he was almost hit by a hundred missed calls on his mobile phone. Scared to death.

How could there be such a clingy person.

Jiang Zhuo's brows and eyes were curved, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, so shallow that he didn't seem to notice it.

Rural vegetable fields are always desolate in winter, and the temperature is five or six degrees lower than in cities.

Jiang Zhuo, who had been sitting in the field for a long time, was frozen and stiff all over. In addition, he hadn't eaten all day and had a cold before going out, so he had to go back early.

After saying goodbye to his grandma, Jiang Zhuo rode his bike back the same way, but because his head was so dizzy, he could only push the bike and walk.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when Jiang Zhuo returned home, he returned the car to Aunt Zhang, and Aunt Zhang saw that his complexion was not good, so she hurriedly brought him a bowl of porridge, and insisted on letting him finish eating the leftover side dishes from the kitchen. let him go back.

Jiang Zhuo realized how exhausted he was when he lay back on the bed after eating, and fell asleep without looking at his phone.

Jiang Zhuo woke up again because he was awakened by the sound of bamboo cannons outside the house. He got up and checked the time. It was ten o'clock in the evening.

He didn't bring a charger with him, so he had to go to the neighbor's house to borrow it tomorrow morning.

The battery of his phone was dead, and he didn't watch the plot of the Spring Festival Gala, so he continued to sleep under the quilt.

Jiang Zhuo was used to living in a heated room, and the temperature in his hometown made him uncomfortable. He still felt very cold even though he was covered with two thick quilts.

Reluctantly, he could only curl up and fall asleep relying on his thoughts.

In a trance, he heard the sound of knocking on the door, and then heard the voice of Aunt Zhang next door, the voice was very mixed, and he couldn't make out what he said.

Jiang Zhuo didn't think too much about some guests coming to their house, and continued to sleep with his eyes closed, but this time he was still awake, when he heard someone push open the door of his room, and he was hugged through the quilt. live.

"You scared me to death."

The familiar voice swept over Jiang Zhuo's ears with air-conditioning.

He opened his eyes in a trance and looked at the person in front of him, feeling a little unbelievable.

"You... why are you here?" Jiang Zhuo's first reaction was that he was dreaming, because just now in his dream he dreamed that he was being hugged by him.

Fu Shixin was dissatisfied, and took a look at the mobile phone that Jiang Zhuo had left on the bedside table, and sure enough.

Fu Shixin sat beside Jiang Zhuo, pulled up the quilt on someone, and directly pulled him into his arms.

"Remember to charge your phone."

This guy hadn't picked up his phone since noon, and then simply turned it off later. If he didn't know Jiang Zhuo well, he would drive over like crazy and ask him why he didn't answer his phone.

Of course he was still crazy like he ate half of the reunion dinner and drove over to see what was going on with Jiang Zhuo.

Fu Shixin hugged Jiang Zhuo very tightly, but because Fu Shixin didn't close the door when he entered, the cold wind outside blew directly, making Jiang Zhuo sneezes several times.

"Have a cold?" Fu Shixin noticed that Jiang Zhuo's face was a little red. Although he looked good, he didn't feel shy to himself. Fu Shixin frowned, and quickly raised his hand to touch his forehead. Sure enough.

"Why do you have a fever?"

Fu Shixin's care is like a source of heat in this winter, and after Jiang Zhuo experienced the painful cold on this New Year's Eve night, he can still meet him.

Tears flowed from the corners of Jiang Zhuo's eyes. He didn't want to be seen, so he buried his face in his neck in disappointment. The familiar scent of mint came to his nostrils. Jiang Zhuo hugged him tightly and didn't want to let go. .

"It's okay, just give me a hug."

Fortunately, with the backdrop of a cold, the strong nasal voice did not arouse Fu Shixin's doubts.

His mind was slow to respond, and the dizziness in front of his eyes had to make him give up those messy rationalities for the time being. He just wanted to have Fu Shixin's warmth in a human way.

Fu Shixin felt strange, why did this guy stick to him when he went home and got sick.

He glanced at the house Jiang Zhuo lived in. The house was not too big but spacious. The furnishings in the room were very simple: a wardrobe, a table, a bed, and a very old simple bookshelf made of wood.

There are many books on the shelves, and the color of the spines shows that they are quite old.Next to the bookshelf is the table, which is also extremely simple with four legs and no drawers.A piece of glass was pressed on the table, and from his angle, he could just see the blurry photo on it.

Fu Shixin's eyes fell on the certificates on the entire wall next to the cabinet. Here are Jiang Zhuo's certificates from the first grade to high school.

"Aren't you going to sleep? Sleep with me for a while, I'm cold."

The person in his arms became more and more restless, Fu Shixin held his hand, picked up his clothes and put them on for him, "Hey, don't sleep, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Jiang Zhuo grumbled in dissatisfaction, because his head was too heavy, he didn't want to think about it at all, and let him handle it.

Fu Shixin carried Jiang Zhuo and the quilt into the car, and went to Aunt Zhang to ask for the address of the health center. Because the health center was closed early on New Year's Eve, Aunt Zhang found antipyretics and handed them to Fu Shixin. Aunt Zhang said goodbye and took Jiang Zhuo back to the imperial capital.

After taking the medicine, the temperature inside the car was very warm again, and soon Jiang Zhuo was sweating all over. Jiang Zhuo woke up a little after sweating, but because of his uncomfortable body, he still lay down and slept lazily in the back seat.

Fu Shixin saw him change his posture from the rearview mirror, and hurriedly asked, "Do you feel better?"

"Hmm." Jiang Zhuo's pale cheeks flushed again when he thought of his new appearance at home just now.

People are always the most vulnerable when they are sick, and Jiang Zhuo is no exception. After this illness, Fu Shixin came to him from all over the world. own tenderness.

Seems like it would be a good choice to be with him.

Fu Shixin drove the car quietly in front, and occasionally observed Jiang Zhuo's situation from the rearview mirror. Jiang Zhuo had been hiding under the quilt with only two phoenix eyes exposed. smiling.

He seems to really like him a little, um... a little more than a little.

It was two hours after Fu Shixin brought Jiang Zhuo to the hospital in the imperial capital, that is to say, a year had passed.

Jiang Zhuo was very happy that he was not alone this year's New Year's Eve, but Fu Shixin didn't think so. He vowed that he would never let Jiang Zhuo go back to his hometown alone in the future.

In the early morning, Jiang Zhuo had mostly subsided because of his fever, so he didn't need an infusion. The doctor prescribed some medicine for him, and Fu Shixin forced him to take him back to Fu Shixin's home.

When he arrived at Fu Shixin's place, Jiang Zhuo's sleepiness was already half gone. He was ordered by Jiang Zhuo to lie on the bed, so he had to be obedient.

"What about you?" Jiang Zhuo called to Fu Shixin who was about to leave the room.

"I'll sleep next door tonight, you should rest well if you're sick."

Jiang Zhuo patted the position next to his bed, his fair cheeks were slightly flushed, his flickering eyes were more charming and inviting, his naturally ripe red lips parted slightly, his voice was soft but more intimate than usual , "Sleep here, I want to chat with you."

Fu Shixin's throat rolled, and the dryness and heat of his body immediately covered his whole body. He slowed down his breathing and deliberately avoided Jiang Zhuo's eyes. "Okay, but you are sick, you should rest more."

Seeing Fu Shixin's slightly sick eyes, Jiang Zhuo couldn't help but chuckled, "Okay."

Fu Shixin picked up the change of clothes in the closet, talked to Jiang Zhuo, and went to the bathroom next door to take a shower. Jiang Zhuo kept silently smirking at Fu Shixin's depressed little expression.

He stared at the bathroom in a daze for a moment, thinking that his fever had subsided and he was sweating all over, so he simply got out of bed, deliberately found a long-sleeved T-shirt from Fu Shixin from the closet, and walked into the bathroom.

Fu Shixin washed very slowly, and when he came back, Jiang Zhuo almost fell asleep in bed.

"Are you sleepy?" Fu Shixin lay down beside Jiang Zhuo, the hand holding the quilt stopped when he saw what Jiang Zhuo was wearing under the quilt, "Did you change your clothes?"

Fu Shixin's gaze has been lingering on the T-shirt on Jiang Zhuo's body. He knows that the T-shirt is his, but it has the same effect on Jiang Zhuo's body as a girl wearing a short skirt. He can't see the clothes under the T-shirt clearly, but visual inspection , he seems to only wear this one.

The anger that was suppressed by him just now was inexplicably burned again, this time it was more fierce than before.

Fu Shixin took a deep breath and told himself that he was still sick, so he couldn't do it.

Fu Shixin covered Jiang Zhuo with a quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but Jiang Zhuo grabbed his wrist.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Zhuo knew that he was deliberately avoiding him, and asked deliberately: "Didn't you say you want to chat with me?"

Fu Shixin remembered that there was such a thing, but the situation in front of him...

"Oh, tell me." After speaking, Fu Shixin lay down again, stretched out his hands and hugged him from outside the quilt, "Speak, I'll listen."

At first, Jiang Zhuo just wanted to find an excuse to keep him, and didn't want to dig a hole for himself.

"Well, he went to find grandma today." Jiang Zhuo thought of Zhao Ran's matter, so he simply told him.

"Him?" Fu Shixin didn't understand.

"It's Zhao Ran. He went to grandma's grave."

Fu Shixin hugged Jiang Zhuo for a moment, his eyes full of tenderness flashed sternness, and his voice was much colder than usual, "What is he doing here?"

No, it should be that he was able to escape.

Jiang Zhuo naturally didn't know what Fu Shixin was thinking when he brought Fu Shixin, he lifted the quilt and put it on Fu Shixin, and he was close to his arms in an instant.

"It's still the same." Although Jiang Zhuo was angry when he said this, he would not be taken away by Zhao Ran. At this moment, he was still thinking about drawing circles on Fu Shixin's chest with his cool fingertips. He thought When I met Zhao Ran, I said: "It seems that something happened to him, and his face is disfigured."

Fu Shixin took Jiang Zhuo's restless hand, put his hand to his lips, and kissed him lightly, "Are you... all right?"

What he was most afraid of was that Zhao Ran would affect Jiang Zhuo's mood.

"I was very angry at the time. Now that I think about it, I feel stupid. Why should I be angry with him?"

"Really?"

Fu Shixin's rhetorical question made Jiang Zhuo's heart tighten, "Fake, even in the past two years, even if he has apologized, I still can't forgive, and sometimes, I really hope that he will pay his life back."

Jiang Zhuo looked up at the person close at hand, thought for a while and said, "Shouldn't I have this idea?"

Fu Shixin put Jiang Zhuo's hand down, hugged him tightly, touched Jiang Zhuo's head, and comforted him, "Don't worry, it won't happen in the future."

Jiang Zhuo didn't understand what Fu Shixin meant, so he just smiled and looked away and closed his eyes.

Listening to the breathing of the person beside him, Fu Shixin gradually got out of bed with his mobile phone.

As soon as he got out of bed, Jiang Zhuo rolled on the bed under the quilt, and most of the quilt was kicked off. Fu Shixin took a look at Jiang Zhuo's body exposed outside, and sure enough, this guy was wearing nothing but a T-shirt.

He helplessly covered the quilt for him and went out the door.