The next day, Qi Yue developed a low-grade fever, Feng Jiayang stayed by the side, applied medicine to the red and swollen area below him, and asked him to take another day off.

Seeing Qi Yu's drowsy appearance, Feng Jiayang blamed himself a little, and guiltily checked whether he really exerted too much force last night.

Fortunately, around noon, Qi Yu woke up.

Feng Jiayang gently blew on his swollen eyes from crying, as if it could reduce the swelling, "Is it uncomfortable? Does your throat hurt?"

Qi Yu shook his head.

Feng Jiayang didn't believe his words, he picked up the warm water prepared on the bedside table and handed it to Qi Yu, and then refuted him mercilessly, "I cried like that last night, no wonder it doesn't hurt."

One sentence awakened all of Qi Yu's memories, and his mind flushed with blood. He looked at Feng Jiayang, who was serious at this time, and wanted to complain: It's not all thanks to you.

Enduring the discomfort in his body, Qi Yu slowly got up. He also wanted to sit on the bed like Feng Jiayang pretending to be fine, but finally struggled for a long time and gave up decisively.

He didn't know whether he was too weak or Feng Jiayang was too strong. In short, he leaned against the head of the bed, using only half of his buttocks to support all the weight of his upper body.

Feng Jiayang looked at Qi Yu's awkward appearance, and couldn't help thinking about it. He couldn't wait for Qi Yu to reach out, and directly stepped forward to put the water glass to his mouth.

Qi Yu took a sip, his tongue seemed to taste a little bit of sweetness, and then the warm water entered his mouth and ran across his throat, and he felt a burning pain.

Seeing that Qi Yu refused to drink it, Feng Jiayang gently persuaded him: "This is honey water, it can moisten your throat, drink some more."

Hearing this, Qi Yu had no choice but to endure the discomfort and took another sip.

"You're so good," Feng Jiayang praised with a smile, then reached out and touched Qi Yu's head like a reward, "I've already asked you to leave as a tutor, you sit for a while, and I'll cook some porridge."

Qi Yu blinked, and finally resigned himself to Feng Jiayang's direct gaze, "I'd better lie down for a while."

The refreshment after the first experience seemed to have opened up Feng Jiayang's Ren and Du channels, which made his skill soar. Whenever Qi Yu was on vacation and had no classes, he would pull people to hide in the bedroom, bathroom, or on the sofa.

Even though Feng Jiayang was very gentle every time, Qi Yu still couldn't take it anymore, and often went to class the next day with a sore body and a voice so hoarse that he could barely speak.

In the final analysis, he still blames Qi Yu himself, he never rejects Feng Jiayang, as long as the other party wants, as long as he is not dead, he will take off his clothes and lie on the bed.

Until the day of university registration was getting closer and Qi Yu's school started a week earlier than Feng Jiayang, Feng Jiayang was naturally worried that Qi Yu would go alone first, so he bought a ticket, packed his luggage, and planned to go with Qi Yu.

Originally, he was worried that Qi Yu could only live in the dormitory after the report, but he stayed alone in the hotel for seven nights. Although the total cost was not too much, it still felt a little distressed when he thought about it.

Fortunately, He Xi compromised after being attacked by sugar-coated bullets.

He Xi performed normally in the college entrance examination and was admitted to a heavy-duty college in the capital. He started school a few days later than the two of them.But Feng Jiayang didn't care about the three seven twenty-one, and directly tricked him to share the room fee with him.

For this reason, He Xi would scold Feng Jiayang every day, crying that he was careless in making friends, and that he would be unlucky in eight lifetimes to meet such a wicked thing.

Before leaving, Qi Huan came here once, lingering at the door, and when he was struggling to get in, he happened to bump into Feng Jiayang who was returning home.

He froze, turned sideways awkwardly, and let Feng Jiayang go first.

Feng Jiayang looked him up and down, and asked lightly, "Looking for your brother?"

Qi Huan nodded his head blankly.

Feng Jiayang didn't bother to talk to him anymore, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, and the door was opened soon, he didn't go into the room directly, but gestured to his lower body with his eyes.

Qi Yu looked out in surprise, only to see Qi Huan standing one meter away.

Ever since his sexual orientation was exposed, he could feel that Qi Huan would avoid him to some extent, and Qi Yu was a little surprised at Qi Huan's initiative this time, but he still asked with a smile: "Have you eaten yet?"

Qi Huan didn't answer, took out a bank card from his pocket, stepped forward and handed it to Qi Yu, and then returned to the original place, "The password is my birthday, and it contains the pocket money I have saved over the years. I don't know what to do when I go to college. How much does it cost, but it should be enough, you can use whatever you want, parents don’t know,” he paused, scratched his head embarrassedly, and then said: “Even if you know, it’s okay, you are my brother, no matter what I have to take care of you."

These words made Qi Yu amused, the little kid pretended to be a little adult, he took two steps forward, intending to return the card to Qi Huan.Unexpectedly, Qi Huan saw his thoughts, quickly took a few steps back, then turned to Feng Jiayang, and threatened in an unhappy tone: "Feng Jiayang, you have to take good care of my brother, or I won't let you go .”

After speaking, he ran out like a gallop.

Qi Yu didn't catch up and looked at Feng Jiayang helplessly.

Feng Jiayang had just been teased, but he smiled happier than anyone else, "It's quite interesting, you little brat."

Qi Yu let out a "huh".

"It looks like you." Feng Jiayang said again.

Qi Yu was stunned for a moment, then turned his head, "What does it look like?"

Feng Jiayang pondered for a while, what he actually wanted to say was that he was as cute as Qi Yu, but he changed his words temporarily: "The eyebrows, and the eyes."

"It's pretty similar. Our eyebrows and eyebrows are like my mother's. Qi Huan's eyes are like my father's. I..." Qi Yu suddenly froze and didn't continue talking. He felt his head heavy again. It hurts again, like the second day after waking up from alcoholism and can't remember anything.

Seeing that something was wrong with him, Feng Jiayang put away his smile and asked with concern, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Qi Yu shook his head: "Brother Jia, I'm hungry."

In the blink of an eye, the school day came, Feng Jiayang, Qi Yu and He Xi boarded the train to the capital.

The night before school started, the three of them booked two rooms.It wasn't until after sending Qi Yu to report on the second day that Feng Jiayang returned the room between him and Qi Yu, and went into He Xi's room with his luggage.

He Xi closed the door, looked at Feng Jiayang who was walking in, and couldn't help sarcasm him: "Don't you think you look like a scumbag now? Only then did you realize that you still have a big wife when your spoiled concubine is gone? "

Feng Jiayang smiled, puzzled: "When did you get promoted to the big house?"

"I don't care, anyway, I met you first." He Xi said.

Feng Jiayang also played the role. He sat down on the chair and raised his legs, "Oh, who made you enter the mansion for a year, and your stomach is not up to date."

He Xi gave Feng Jiayang a big roll of his eyes when he heard this, and said seriously: "If Mr. Qi can give you a baby, I'll kneel down and kowtow to him three times."

Feng Jiayang was startled, and put away his smile.

As soon as He Xi finished speaking, he regretted it. He felt that his joke was a bit too much, so he immediately closed his mouth and ended the topic.

After a while, the person on the chair said lightly, "Don't say such things in front of him in the future."

In fact, this joke is normal for high school students who have just graduated, but He Xi chose to put it on the real thing.

He unscrewed a bottle of mineral water provided by the hotel and drank most of it with a gulp.

The capital city in August is also terribly hot, and if you say a few more words, your throat will feel uncomfortable like smoke, "I know, I just talked about it."

Feng Jiayang didn't mean to blame He Xi, he just felt that Qi Yu seemed to be different recently, he was very happy on the outside, but very sensitive on the inside, he didn't make trouble but would cry, he seemed to be hiding a secret, even his boyfriend didn't want to Tell the secret.

He looked at He Xi, struggled for a long time, and finally asked, "He Xi, is it true that nothing happened to Qi Yu at school this year?"

This question is a disguised questioning of a friend. After a year of hard work, he has gained distrust.

He Xi was stunned, a very simple and clear question stumped him, he didn't know how to describe it.After hesitating for a long time, he suddenly remembered when he first met Feng Jiayang and Wang Xiaowei.

At that time, Wang Xiaowei had a girlfriend who had just been together for about a month.Once, Dazui accompanied them to buy clothes and forgot the date he had promised to the girl. After the girl found out, they had a quarrel for a long time. Later, Wang Xiaowei broke up decisively in a fit of anger.

He still remembers what he said at that time, he said that brothers are the most important.

But Feng Jiayang disagreed very much, he persuaded Dazui to coax others, saying that in the future, he is not counting on the brother, but the other half, no matter who the other half will be, as long as there are people around him now, he should learn to respect.

Therefore, for He Xi, Feng Jiayang may not be a very good brother, but he must be a very competent lover.

But sometimes being too competent is not necessarily a good thing. It is obvious that we have already survived, and we are about to meet new people, familiarize ourselves with the new environment, and start a new life. Holding on to the past is just sprinkling salt on the scar that is about to heal That's all.

After all, those who have suffered once will never want to suffer again.

He withdrew his thoughts and met Feng Jiayang's gaze, "Brother Jia, I think you should know better than anyone else."

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