Xueba, wake up

Take a little hand.

Just pull it and tell me what to do!

Do you have to ask for instructions and report for a small kiss someday!

He Zhonghe turned around like a lighthouse and scanned the surroundings 360 degrees, but luckily no one was there.

In fact, it is very dangerous to hold hands in this area. Although there are not many people going through the back door of the family courtyard, there is a high chance of encountering a teacher.

In case Lao Zheng really knows something, he can scare the old man to faint on the spot.

But he couldn't think of anything wrong with the two boys holding hands.

Yan Sheng then put his hand into his coat pocket, and held it secretly in the pocket, it was still warm.

"I thought about it today," He Zhonghe said with his head down, "Except for Shi Yujie, don't tell anyone else."

"Huh?" Yan Sheng turned his head to look at him.

"If it spreads to someone with a cheap mouth, such as Chen Wenlong, it would be terrifying to report to Old Zheng."

"I thought you weren't afraid of Old Zheng." Yan Sheng smiled.

"It doesn't matter to him, the main thing is that if he complains to my mother, it will be endless." He Zhonghe felt that it was a bit early to tell Yansheng about this, but he decided to talk about it first, so as not to be difficult to solve in the future, "My mother does not accept this."

Yan Sheng nodded, and didn't appear surprised: "It's not a novel or TV series. In reality, few older generations can accept it. Even if they can understand, they don't want their child to be one of them."

"Yeah." He Zhonghe sighed, looking at a small cloud of mist in the snow, "Let's not talk about that, did your cat catch it?"

"I'll pick it up when I come back at noon." Yan Sheng said.

The little sick cat picked up at the entrance of the cram school during the summer vacation has been kept until now it is round and round.He Zhonghe recalled being surprised that Yansheng was interested in stray cats. In fact, at that time, Yansheng had a bit of a cute personality and couldn't hide it. He was so indifferent that he actually liked small furry animals.

"I'll go take a look at it later." He Zhonghe said.

There are no grandpas and aunts listening to the radio or playing chess in this weather community. It was empty and white. The two of them entered the unit door from the back door and walked slowly for about 10 minutes. They didn’t want to separate. Rideo stay a while.

Although this "separation" is only divided into the opposite portals of the same floor.

Yan Sheng didn't expose him directly: "Oh, just come to see the cat?"

"Otherwise." He Zhonghe scratched his palm.

"Otherwise, I have nothing to do." Yan Sheng stomped his foot, and the voice-activated light in the corridor turned on, "I can just lie down next to you and watch you play with the cat in vain."

Studying at home for two hours has been He Zhonghe's unshakable habit since his third year of high school. Of course, without Du Lanzhen's knowledge, he turned off the bedroom lights and only turned on the small desk lamp.In fact, it hurts the eyes, and the movement is not too loud. The sound insulation of the old building is not good, and he can hear the sound of Du Lanzhen flipping slippers in the next bedroom after late at night.

Du Lanzhen had calmed down, and in the past few days, he tried to persuade him to stay here, but He Zhonghe just complied and did not dare to explain his thoughts to her.

After washing up, I made a set of math papers and a five-page essay summary, and checked out the questions I didn't understand in class today. It was almost twelve o'clock.

He Zhonghe stretched his waist, and stuffed the extracurricular materials into an inconspicuous place in the bookcase. There were already more than a dozen materials listed in the cabinet, all of which were written by him at night. A sense of accomplishment.

Putting away the crime tools he secretly learned, he quietly left the house.

At this time, I was particularly moved by the proximity of the water, and I could go to have an affair in the middle of the night. How could it be such a coincidence for Yansheng to choose the house at that time.

Knocking on the door of Yansheng's house, the corridor was still windy, a huge sneeze came suddenly, and He Zhonghe sneezed loudly.

Fuck!

Nervously like a thief, he turned his head to look at the door of his house.

Du Lanzhen is a light sleeper, and sometimes wears earplugs to sleep, so she is lucky today.

But Flying Dog's ears are very sensitive, and he doesn't know why he was so excited when he heard his family's voice, and he kept wailing through the door.

He Zhonghe was devastated, and he didn't dare to make a sound to turn on the voice-activated lights, so he could only listen to the flying dog barking and scratching at the door: "Shhh!"

The communication was ineffective, and he was in a hurry when suddenly a bright light shone on him, making him unable to open his eyes.

"Who!" The voice of the person who suddenly appeared like a ghost was that of a girl, full of fear and anger, "What are you doing there!"

Now that the voice-activated light in the corridor came on, He Zhonghe was extremely depressed, covering his eyes in confusion: "I'm sick in the middle of the night!"

The man froze for a moment, then turned off the flashlight: "It's you?"

He Zhonghe opened his almost blinded eyes, and was stunned when he saw clearly the person who fell ill in the middle of the night.

It was the girl shared by several kindergarten teachers on the sixth floor, wearing a black down jacket and fur slippers, holding a flashlight like a cannon, and was looking at him suspiciously: "What are you doing at his door?"

He Zhonghe knew what she meant as soon as he heard it. This is the person who is catching and releasing dead mice and cats. A girl in the middle of the night is not afraid of danger.

"I... wait for someone to open the door." He Zhonghe was quite weak, "Go back, the prankster has to sleep at this point."

The girl pursed her lips and frowned at him, obviously thinking that he was avoiding the important point.

"What if you haven't slept? Just like you, I don't know what to do here." She seemed to believe that it was He Zhonghe, staring at him with bruises under her eyes, probably patrolling these nights to catch people.

"I..." He Zhonghe was very speechless, he was busy with the college entrance examination, how could he be so carefree.

"What's in your hand?" She turned on the flashlight and shook it.

Unfortunately, He Zhonghe had in his hand a bag of freeze-dried quail in a transparent package for the cat.

Yan Sheng finally opened the door when he couldn't argue with each other. Seeing the two standing here, he was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Seeing that the person from this household really opened the door, the girl was a little embarrassed for a moment, and covered her mouth: "Ah, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay." He Zhonghe waved his hand and said to Yansheng, "This is arresting people, the rat incident has not been resolved yet."

Yan Sheng looked at the girl: "Again?"

The girl was dejected: "It's a dead cat this morning, and it's... the one I fed in the community before."

When she said this, Hu Hu followed out of the house, and Tie Yansheng rubbed against his ankle, apparently not knowing what terrible thing had happened.

"Can you tell how he died?" Yan Sheng frowned.

"There were pen marks on his body, paper was stuffed in his mouth, and his jaw was dislocated and bleeding..."

He Zhonghe wanted to go over and plug Hu Hu's ears.

"It shouldn't have been done by a child," Yan Sheng said.

The girl nodded: "The free-range Teddy at Aunt Wang's house in the neighboring building was also killed and placed in front of her house."

The means are very bad, and the motive is not only to torture|kill small animals to satisfy the perverted psychology, but also to intimidate and retaliate against the owner.

"If you can't do it, call the police." He Zhonghe's back felt a chill.

"Yeah." The girl squatted down and looked at Huhu, "Pets are more closely watched during this time."

Watching the girl go upstairs, He Zhonghe picked up the cat and entered the house: "Did you hear me, don't run around."

Hu Hu hugged him ignorantly, not knowing that there was a pervert who tortured|killed animals lurking nearby.

Yan Sheng closed the door, had just finished taking a shower, and was still not completely dry. He stood at the door and listened for a while, feeling cold from the inside out.

"If you don't come out just now, I will be considered that pervert." He Zhonghe fell into the beanbag sofa.

"Just now in the bathroom." Yan Sheng picked up the hair dryer and lifted it towards He Zhonghe.

He Zhonghe put down the cat, walked over and turned on the hair dryer and shone the most wind on his head: "You have no hands!"

"With hands." The messy hair slapped randomly on the face, Yan Sheng closed his eyes, leaned forward and sneezed, "It's not as easy to use as yours."

"What's wrong." He Zhonghe pulled him back and scratched at his head.

During the few minutes of blowing his head, Yansheng sneezed four or five times.

"Cold?" He Zhonghe turned off the hair dryer, "It's too weak to hold back the wind, so I stuffed three snowballs into your clothes."

"Crane," Yan Sheng turned to look at him, "Three big snowballs, it's a miracle that normal people don't have a fever right now."

"I never thought it would melt so quickly." He Zhonghe laughed and touched his forehead, "It doesn't seem like you have a fever?"

"What can you get out of this test?" Yan Sheng took his hand away and pointed to his forehead.

Then he just sat there without saying a word, motionless, with a flat face, but it felt like he was asking for a kiss.

He Zhonghe hesitated for a moment: "Do you feel cold?"

"cold."

It’s not bad, it’s really cold, the three big snowballs are nothing, but after lying in the snow for a long time, and standing in the cold and windy corridor with wet hair, my whole body has been cold and hot since I entered the room. It's crazy if you don't have a fever.

Yansheng sniffed and lowered his eyes.

Ouch, this is so pitiful.

Play fine.

He Zhonghe pressed his forehead with one hand, and tried Yansheng's forehead with the other.

Yan Sheng was pressed on his forehead by him, seeing his expression of uncertainty on whether he had a fever or not, he was a little speechless.

"You have no energy." Just now, Yan Sheng sneezed several times, and now Yan Sheng's voice was nasal, "Direct forehead to forehead."

He Zhonghe withdrew his hand and bowed down in resignation.

Although it's just a test|body temperature, this is indeed too close.

He lowered his eyes to look at Yansheng's eyelashes, and he could kiss him just a little further away.

The exhaled breath was scalding hot, burning from the neck to the ears, it was estimated that it was almost 38 degrees, and the test was not accurate.

The tips of the noses touched intentionally or unintentionally, making people itch.

He Zhonghe stuck to it for a while before slowly getting up.

"Have you got a fever?" Yan Sheng asked,

He stood silent for a while, before speaking: "...forgot to try."

Yan Sheng was amused by him, and laughed for a long time, He Zhonghe was very embarrassed: "Where is the thermometer!"

He overestimated the Yansheng, the house was empty, and he couldn't find it after searching through the box. There was no such thing as a medicine chest, a thermometer, and cold medicine.

I didn't understand the twists and turns when I took my body temperature. They are very smart. If you put together a bunch of them, your IQ will be negative.

"You don't need to measure it, just get some sleep." Yan Sheng got up, "Go back after playing with the cat, we are going to sleep."

It's past twelve, and I have to get up early tomorrow.

Already at the door, He Zhonghe was suddenly blessed. He turned around and hugged Yansheng with his arms open. He hugged Yansheng for a while before letting go: "It seems to have a fever."

"My body temperature is controlled by your mouth." Yan Sheng sighed, "If you want to hug before you leave, you can hug me, or kiss me."

"You'll be burned to death." He Zhonghe glared at him, resisting the urge to slap him, and be kind to cold patients.

"By the way," Yan Sheng seemed to remember something, he took out a key from the closet next to him and handed it to him, "Next time, just open the door and come in."

"Oh." He Zhonghe took the key and looked at it. This was the first time he was given a key to his house.

After spending a long time at the door to see He Zhonghe off, Yansheng went back to the bedroom, sneezing one after another, making him a little hypoxic and dizzy.

He has been in good health since he was a child, with a solid skin, and he hasn't had a cold for three or four years.

Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes weakly, he didn't want to turn off the light, and didn't bother to raise his hand.

Just as he was enduring the torment of the light but his consciousness gradually became blurred, the door rustled.

Yan Sheng raised his eyebrows, but didn't move.

A sound of light footsteps slowly moved from the hallway to the bedroom door and stopped.

"Hey."

We don't know who is so unpromising, and just returned to his home, and then slipped over again, and the newly obtained key is now used.

"Hey!" He Zhonghe cleared his throat and called him again.

"Sleeping?" He put the temperature measuring gun in his hand, cold medicine and antipyretic medicine on the desk next to him, walked to the bed and sat down to look at him.

After hesitating for a while, he poked Yan Sheng: "Get up and take medicine before going to sleep."

Yan Sheng still didn't move.

He Zhonghe bent down|, looked at his face for a while, and then stretched out his hand to pinch the tip of his nose.

Still not moving.

Hey, I can hold back!

He Zhonghe let go of his hands: "Don't pretend to be asleep, get up and take your medicine, and I'll leave if I don't care."

Yan Sheng opened his eyes: "That's amazing, how do you know I'm pretending to be asleep?"

"It's not normal for you to pretend to be asleep at such a childish level." He Zhonghe covered him with a quilt, took two drops with a temperature gun, "38 degrees two, lie down first."

After speaking, he took the medicine and went to the living room.

Yan Sheng closed his eyes, listening to the sound of tearing the medicine bag, boiling water and pouring water, and clanging and stirring coming from the living room.

It was a very strange voice, never heard in the previous ten years.

The illness has not healed for many years, and "home" will always be chaotic and hideous for him.

Cracking, quarreling, screaming, mess and blood.

Furniture is for smashing, cups and utensils are for falling.

So after he moved out alone, he kept as few things as possible at home, and even used the softest sofa.

"Sit up." He Zhonghe walked in and tried the temperature of the infusion, then took half a tablet of pills and poured them into his hand.

"It's easy to get sleepy after eating this, and it's just time to sleep. Remember to turn up your siren head again." He Zhonghe said, "Otherwise I'll come in and drag you into the classroom tomorrow."

Yan Sheng took the cold medicine and looked at him.

He never thought that the numbness and riddled with "home" could gradually become aware of such a sound and temperature.