my brother is not cute at all

Yang Yue was drenched in late autumn rain in the weather at the end of November, and was busy and desperate for a whole night. Finally, she finally lived up to expectations and fell ill successfully.

There were laughter and laughter on the return bus, but he sat in the seat next to Hal in a daze. Excluding the time for eating and drinking, he fell asleep for nearly 8 hours all the way.

When the bus finally drove into the gate of the campus, he was woken up by Hal desperately.

"Wake up, can you stand up by yourself? If you can, get out of the car and wait for me at the bottom." Hal patted his face, it was so hot that it could spread eggs.

Yang Yue was already burnt out, he opened his eyes and focused them for a full 10 seconds before looking around in the drowsy sky, and then cast a look of "Where is this" in a dazed way.

Hal called two students to help him out of the car, pressed him under the tree at the entrance of the college, and told him: "Your family lives in Lanting, right? You wait for me here for 5 minutes, and I will drive the car over to take you home."

Yang Yue seemed to have come to her senses, and just opened her mouth to say a silent "no", only to realize that her voice was so hoarse that she almost lost her voice.

He cleared his throat, but he didn't hold it tight, and burst into a terrifying cough.

Hal was so frightened that he took a step back tactically, and was shocked: "Are you okay? Why is it so serious? Alas, I was negligent this time, and it's all on me."

"It must be up to you," Yang Yue regained her strength, her voice was so hoarse as if a handful of hot sand had been thrown down, it was harsh and unpleasant.

He didn't dare to speak anymore, he just widened his non-threatening eyes, and was angry with himself with a dejected face.

What a broken physique, it was also raining, and even the girl with dysmenorrhea came back alive, only he had a high fever and a cold, the skin all over his body was sore and tight, and even the bones were as sore as if they had been shaved off abruptly powerless.

Thinking of this, he suffocated evil fire in his stomach.

After Hal settled him down, he went to the parking lot to drive. The two students who helped him out of the car saw his swaying figure, and were afraid that he would faint, so they stood not far away, staring at his back and whispering.

"Hey, Director Ha said that the fever was his negligence, did you hear that?"

"I heard it, what's going on? The rumors of the two of them can't be true, can they?"

"It seems so. Xiao Chuan'er went to their room yesterday and said that he saw wine on the bedside. Could it be after drinking..."

"Is it true or not? The difference between the two of them is more than ten years old, right? Are you playing so fiercely?"

"And yesterday I saw them backstage touching their backs and necks, it was natural."

"No wonder the two of them live in the same room every time they come out to perform, so it's for this purpose."

Yang Yue had a headache and tinnitus, and her mind was in a mess. She didn't know what the two boys were muttering behind him, but she felt noisy, so she turned her head and stared at him, which made the two of them fall silent immediately.

When Hal sent him back to Lanting, Yang Yue had already fallen asleep in a drowsy state, not even noticing that the phone was vibrating all the time.

He didn't know the specific building and floor, and when he was worried, he glanced at the notes on the phone screen, and immediately pulled the phone out of Yang Yue's hand as if grasping for a life-saving straw, and pressed the answer button.

Immediately, a magnetic bass came from the phone: "I'm waiting for you at the back door of the school, where are you?"

"Hey, hello, are you his brother?" Hal explained straight to the point: "I am his mentor, that's how he fell asleep in my car with a fever, and I put him—"

"I'm sorry, what did you just say," was interrupted in the middle of the sentence, and the voice on the other end of the phone obviously sank, as if trying to restrain something, but still maintained the usual politeness and asked: "He is in your car Asleep? So where are you now?"

Hal didn't notice the sudden coldness of the other party's tone, he just said with a smile: "Oh, I have already sent him to the community, and I parked on the side of the main road at the main entrance, what building and unit does he live in? I'll send him up."

"No, I'll go back to pick him up right now, please wait a few minutes."

"Hey you—" Hal wanted to say something more, but the ruthless busy tone came from the phone.

"Tsk, the child now..." He muttered, turned his head and pushed and patted for a long time before shaking the passenger in the co-pilot awake.

Yang Yue experienced the second time of fluid in the left brain and right brain in one day. After the bang bang turned into a paste, a coat flew up to cover his face.

A strange smell came from the cotton-padded clothes, and his sleepy eyes immediately widened, and he became somewhat awake.

"What is your car?"

Hearing his slightly questioning tone, Hal immediately laughed: "Of course, I sent you back, don't you remember? I said, are you confused?"

Yang Yue pressed the phone, and a series of unreceived thunderbolts directly struck his celestial spirit cover. He opened the door and jumped out of the car, his footsteps were as flimsy as if he had stepped on cotton, and his figure swayed.

Hal got out of the car immediately, put his coat on him, and asked, "Hey, where are you going? Remember where your home is? How about I take you back first, and you will call back when you get home."

What call back?

Yang Yue didn't know why, so she just asked, "Didn't you send me to the back door of the school?"

Hal: "Huh?"

When did he say to send people to the back door of the school?

Yang Yue dragged her heavy footsteps and murmured softly, "No, I have to go back to the back door."

Seeing him walk away, Hal immediately chased after him.

Here Hou Zeqi hung up the phone, his mind was full of Jiang Haibo's "only date for sex, not relationship", "all the dates are young boys who are tender and good-looking", and "you see, he looks so handsome." The sub-witty looks, in fact, is very slow in some aspects, don't have any bones left after being gnawed, and the brain still can't turn around."

He squinted his eyes, the cold light in his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, he slammed down the accelerator, and drove back to the community at a fast speed.

Entering the main entrance of the community, I saw a Cherokee parked on the side of the road with double flashing lights from a distance. Not far from the rear of the car, a small figure was wearing a large navy blue cotton coat and walking towards this direction with vain footsteps. After walking a few steps, he was grabbed by the tall man behind him.

Hou Zeqi's handsome face was gloomy again, the front of the car roared towards the two of them, and then slammed on the brakes!There was a harsh sound as the wheels rubbed against the ground, and the front of the car was only a dozen centimeters away from the two of them!

Hal was startled, and when he looked over with lingering fear, the car door slammed loudly, and the tall, long-legged man jumped out of the car.

"Hey, is that you? Are we..."

"Yes."

Hal felt that the person in front of him looked familiar for a while, and was thinking, when Hou Zeqi's decisive word interrupted his thoughts out of thin air.

"We met, thank you for taking my brother back, can you return him to me?" Hou Zeqi was not in the mood to greet the person in front of him, and walked directly behind him with his long legs.

Feeling the tall shadow approaching step by step, Yang Yue raised her head, and saw the other's signature light-colored pupils and deep mixed-race facial features, and her dull brain just woke up like a dream.

"You..." He opened his mouth and spit out a word hoarsely.

"I'll take you home," Hou Zeqi tore off the cotton coat from his shoulders and threw it to Hal who was standing aside.

Hal let out an "Hey" and went to pick it up in a hurry. Hou Zeqi had already taken off his cashmere coat and leaned over Yang Yue, wrapping her from head to toe into a rice dumpling.

After finishing all this in one go, he still did not forget to turn his head and show a soulless polite smile to Hal: "Thank you for your coat, he is sick and it is not convenient for you to wash it, please go home by yourself Let's wash it again."

"Hey, he just put it on, so it doesn't get in the way." Hal waved his hand: "I didn't know that someone would pick him up at the back door, so I sent him back. Hurry up and go home, don't stand here and blow the air."

After he finished speaking, Hou Zeqi nodded, turned around and said, "Let's go," and took Yang Yue into the car.

Hal looked at the distant figure of the car in his sight, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

This person looks tall, handsome and polite, but why does he feel that there are thorns everywhere?

But in fact, Hou Zeqi, who was always prickly, took Yang Yue all the way home, and then he adjusted his complexion and stripped the man out of the layers of coats.

The large living room exudes a familiar smell, the crystal chandelier casts soft light, and the dining room is already filled with the smell of food, and a little fur ball with cheerful steps also ran out of the cat's nest.

Everything is familiar and reassuring.

Yang Yue, like a bird wandering in the wind and rain, finally found a familiar home after the rain, shed all her strength and swayed and fell down.

"Hey," Hou Zeqi grabbed the crumbling stove, and was shocked by the astonishing temperature: "What did you do? How did it burn like this?"

Yang Yue was so sick that her head and eyes were dizzy, her head drooped, and she still teased with a hoarse voice: "Don't you want to touch how hot I am?"

"Then that's not what I mean either." Hou Zeqi couldn't laugh or cry, and picked him up and put him on the sofa: "Well, take your temperature first, and I'll heat up the meal. I'll see if you're full. Is it for you?" Call a doctor, or go to the hospital, okay?"

"I'm not going to the hospital," Yang Yue grabbed him by the collar just as he was about to get up, her eyes were bloodshot but revealed unshakable tenacity, and repeated: "I'm not going."

Hou Zeqi looked down at his pale hand, raised his head and patted the back of his hand, and laughed: "Okay, then take your temperature first, and I'll call a doctor for you later."

Only then did Yang Yue let go of her hand, and collapsed on the sofa.

Hou Zeqi helped him change into clean and soft home clothes, clamped the thermometer for him, found a thick blanket and settled him on the sofa, and went to the kitchen to heat up the meal.

Yang Yue was really dizzy from fever, the little girl hooked the coarse cloth on the sofa and jumped onto his chest, he didn't even have the strength to reach out and rub his hairy little head.

He listened to the whirring sound of the kitchen range hood, and felt his eardrums buzzing, as if his whole body had been soaked in water. In a trance, through his hot eyelids, he seemed to see the girl in the cold and biting pool again. The one who sprang towards him with open arms.

Then, the world fell into endless darkness, no matter how hard he tried to shake his heavy eyelids, he couldn't open his eyes to see his appearance clearly.

A warm hand was suddenly pressed against the hot cheek, and after two pats, Yang Yue slowly opened her sore eyelids.

"39 degrees 2, you're really going to be scalded into a stove." Against the soft light, Hou Zeqi's deep eyebrows and eyes looked even more gentle and handsome: "I cooked porridge for you, would you like a bowl?"

Yang Yue leaned against the soft sofa cushion, limp: "I'm too lazy to eat, I don't have an appetite."

"Jingui," Hou Zeqi snorted, took a spoonful of porridge and blew it to his mouth: "Then I'll feed you, you can eat more or less, be good."

Be good, Yang Yue hasn't been treated like this for more than ten years, she feels a little ashamed and angry, but also a little moved.

The delicious hot porridge is made of corn and shrimp. The color of the shrimp is very attractive. It is not fishy at all, but salty and soft. He ate it bit by bit, and suddenly couldn't stop.

"It smells so good, did sister Hong make it?" He asked.

"Sister Hong is the only thing on your mind?" Hou Zeqi snorted, and stuffed a mouthful of porridge into his mouth: "I haven't seen you for so many days, and I was almost abducted by others as soon as I came back, and I didn't answer the phone or reply the message." , let me wait at the back door by myself for so long without saying anything, drink my porridge when I get home and still think about Miss Hong, you little white-eyed wolf, you really have no conscience, right?"

Every word he said is true and every sentence is reasonable, Yang Yue was negligent for a moment and didn't see the phone, and now she feels guilty.

"I forgot, it's my fault," maybe because of his illness, his temper has never been so soft.

Hou Zeqi paused when he was scooping up the porridge, looked at his eyes that had lost their luster due to illness but were still juicy, and sighed softly: "Forget it, you're welcome, you can go back to your room to rest after eating, and I'll call you when the doctor comes." .”

After eating a bowl of porridge, Hou Zeqi put the bowl in the kitchen, but Yang Yue's good temper was fleeting.

"I want to take a shower first," he suddenly insisted before returning to the room.

"No," Hou Zeqi couldn't agree, of course, "You are too sick, and you will easily catch a cold when you take a bath."

"But my body is full of the smell of the bus, it smells terrible."

"I can't smell it, go and rest," Hou Zeqi wrapped the person into a burrito with a blanket, and pushed Dai hurriedly into the room.

Yang Yue stubbornly pulled open her neckline and tiptoed up to his nose: "It's true, if you don't believe me, you can hear it."

The white and tender neck still carried the fragrance of pajamas, Hou Zeqi felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face, flowing in the air between his nostrils, burning his throat tight.

It's dying.

He really didn't know how difficult this ancestor's illness was, so he could only compromise: "Then you go back to the room first, and I will wipe you with a wet towel later, be obedient."

Finally coaxing people into submission, he returned to the restaurant.

The scene just now was only for a short moment, but the image that made him very distracted could not be dissipated from his mind for a long time, just like a simple hug on his birthday could make his heart rippling with spring waves and give birth to a full heart. Ripples of joy come.

——"So if my kindness to your son is mixed with other emotional factors in the future, can you accept it calmly?"

He thought of what he had said to Ji Wanyu in the car a few days ago, and he couldn't help feeling ridiculous.

someday in the future?

Now it seems that this may not need to wait until the future.

The residual heat of the dishwasher had dissipated, and he took out the plates one by one. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he saw a thin and thin figure flashing in from the kitchen door.

Hou Zeqi was a little surprised, turned around and saw his white and bare feet stepping on the tiled floor, and immediately complained: "Why did you run out without wearing shoes? Didn't you let you have a good rest?"

Covered by the shadow of the lamp, Yang Yue raised her head to look at him, with a strong nasal voice: "Brother, when will you help me take a bath?"

The porcelain plate in his hand suddenly slipped and fell to the floor with a crisp sound of shattering, and the porcelain pieces flew in all directions.

Hou Zeqi stared into Yang Yue's eyes and murmured, "What did you call me just now?"