fingertips around

Zheng Yao's eye sockets were a little hot, and he agreed stickily, "Yeah!"

"Hurry up, the porridge is getting cold." Xiao Shu glanced at the thermos in his hand.

Zheng Yao looked at Xiao Shuyuan, watched him quietly for a few seconds, then slowly laughed, silently, first his eyebrows and eyes stretched, then the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, and there seemed to be water in his eyes.

Xiao Shuyuan also smiled back at him, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart. Zheng Yao's watery eyes were the kind of relief he hadn't seen for many years.

Zheng Yao opened his mouth, and a dry syllable came out of his mouth as if adding a tone, "Ah~"

"Good hands and feet can't eat by themselves?" Xiao Shuyuan pretended to be serious.

"No." Zheng Yao's trickery was one-on-one, and he curled his mouth and raised his left hand with the needle in his face arrogantly, "I am a patient now, I have no strength in my body, I feel so uncomfortable ..."

Xiao Shuyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this person not only didn't eat well when he was sick, but also liked to act like a spoiled child, he picked up the spoon, scooped a flat spoonful of millet porridge in the thermos cup, first brought it to his mouth and blew it twice, and then extended it to Zheng Yao's mouth "Be careful it's hot."

Zheng Yao had a triumphant expression on his face, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Xiao Shuyuan for a few seconds with no clear meaning, and then opened his mouth to eat the porridge.

"How about it?"

"It's tasteless." Zheng Yao's face was full of bitterness, "Xiao Shuyuan, I can't eat so much, I want to save my stomach and go home to eat your cooking."

Xiao Shuyuan also dealt with him with ease, "Eat as much as you can."

"Okay, I will eat what you feed."

Xiao Shuyuan nodded, and continued to feed him the second and third mouthfuls. The first few mouthfuls still needed to be cooled, and the porridge would become warm later, so there was no need to repeat the previous steps.

Originally thought that if he fed it with his own hands, even if Zheng Yao played with his temper, he could eat a bowl more or less.Xiao Shuyuan could see it, with his expression of resigning himself to death and holding on to the end, Xiao Shuyuan believed that Zheng Yao could indeed eat a bowl.

It's just that Zheng Yao hadn't shouted that he couldn't eat, but Xiao Shuyuan softened his heart in advance.

"Do you hate porridge so much?" Xiao Shuyuan put the spoon in the bowl and stopped forcing Zheng Yao to continue drinking porridge.

"I don't like to eat tasteless things." Zheng Yao looked aggrieved.

Xiao Shuyuan sighed softly, feeling helpless towards Zheng Yao, "Then you should have a good rest, if there is no problem tonight, you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he ate the remaining millet porridge with Zheng Yao's spoon.

"Are you staying here with me tonight?"

"Otherwise?" Xiao Shuyuan asked back, "Where do you still want me to go?"

"But there's only one bed."

Zheng Yao's tone sounded a bit distressed, Xiao Shuyuan thought he was harboring a grudge, glanced at the sofa next to him, and said calmly, "I sleep on the sofa."

"Oh." Zheng Yao said sullenly.

Zheng Yao leaned halfway on the bed, watching Xiao Shuyuan finish the rest of the porridge, packed up the thermos cups, turned off the headlights in the ward, leaving only a desk lamp on the bedside table, emitting a faint warm light.

"Rest early." Xiao Shuyuan said.

Zheng Yao kept the original posture and did not move. Xiao Shuyuan leaned down, helped him lay the pillow flat, and supported his head lightly so that he could lie down. Then he adjusted the speed of the infusion and sat back on the chair again, "This After the bottle is hung, there is another bottle to be hung, which contains calming and calming ingredients, if you are sleepy, go to bed first, and I will watch beside you."

"I can't sleep." Zheng Yao wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and said guiltily, "It's a bit cold."

Xiao Shuyuan frowned, "Maybe the temperature of the air conditioner is a bit low..."

Zheng Yao held Xiao Shuyuan's hand looking for the remote control, because he was still hanging water with a needle in his hand, Xiao Shuyuan didn't dare to act rashly, "What's wrong?"

"The temperature of the air conditioner is not low." Zheng Yao whispered but his face was determined.

"Huh?" Xiao Shuyuan subconsciously uttered a sound from his nasal cavity. He actually guessed Zheng Yao's implication, but he was not very sure.

Zheng Yao looked at Xiao Shuyuan's hesitation, and continued to add, "Although there is only one bed, it is very big."

To prevent Xiao Shuyuan from rejecting himself, Zheng Yao said while moving a little to the other side of the bed, leaving half of the place for him.

The intention is already evident.

This is Zheng Yao's greatest confidence in Xiao Shuyuan.

Xiao Shuyuan took off his leather shoes, took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair, but did not take off his pants, and went to bed like this. The person who was lying motionless on the bed rolled into his arms very flexibly, and lay on his pillow impartially. shoulder, "Aren't you going to take off your glasses?"

So Xiao Shuyuan obediently took off his glasses and put them on the bedside table. Resisting the throbbing in his heart, he covered the quilt again, his voice sounded calm but trembling slightly, "Is this still cold?"

Xiao Shuyuan's appearance without glasses really has the potential to be a star. The glasses sealed his appearance. Zheng Yao looked at him closely, only to find that Xiao Shuyuan's eye sockets are deep, and the bridge of his nose can be called the golden ratio.

Zheng Yao had a panoramic view of all this, he pretended to be decent, and put his hands around Xiao Shuyuan's waist, forming a human-shaped lock, "This is much better."

Under the quilt, Xiao Shuyuan took Zheng Yao's hand and put it in his palm. His left hand was inserted with a needle, and because of the infusion, it seemed a bit colder than his right hand, so Xiao Shuyuan focused on warming his left hand, "His hand is a little cold. "

"Yeah, I didn't lie to you, it's really a bit cold." Zheng Yao didn't have 300 taels of silver here, and while talking, he rubbed Xiao Shuyuan's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally.

"Are you sleepy?"

"A little bit, but if you don't want to sleep, you will be bored by yourself."

"I'm not bored. It's much better than when I was invigilating the exam. When I was the invigilator, I was not allowed to bring my mobile phone and I couldn't talk. It's really boring." Xiao Shuyuan said and squeezed Zheng Yao's hand, "You have a good rest, sick It will get better soon, listen."

They were very close, and when Xiao Shuyuan spoke, his chest resonated, which made Zheng Yao's ears itchy.

"Xiao Shuyuan, I'm a little uncomfortable right now... If you sing me a song, I can fall asleep."

Xiao Shuyuan was about to say, "Singing is far worse than you, and I wouldn't call it singing compared to you." After thinking about it for a second time, he realized that this sentence was inappropriate, and changed his words, "I don't know how to sing. "

"Any song is fine, I want to listen to it." Zheng Yao's voice softened unconsciously.

Xiao Shuyuan paused for a few seconds, "What do you want to hear?"

"Have you heard of "Slow Heat"?" Zheng Yao had a hopeful smile on his face.

"I've heard this song before." Xiao Shuyuan coughed twice and cleared his throat, "Wait while I think about the lyrics and look for the tune."

"Ok!"

The air was quiet for a few seconds before Xiao Shuyuan hummed softly.

deep distance of stars

inadvertently in your eyes

Far and close, I can't catch your fragrance

Moonlight makes thoughts quiet

Romance lasts till death

I'm more affectionate than you think

When Xiao Shuyuan sang a love song, it was very different from his usual, his face was full of tranquility, his expression was not so serious, and his whole body was covered with a layer of soft light.

In some parts, Xiao Shuyuan couldn't remember the lyrics, so he hummed the tune and got away with it. Zheng Yao listened intently, his eyes shining brightly, so that Xiao Shuyuan stopped after singing a section, he was still immersed in the aftertaste.

"It's your turn." Xiao Shuyuan reminded.

Zheng Yao was very happy, "What song do you want to hear?"

"It's all right."

"Then... I'll sing Zhou Xingzhe's "Mingming"."

"it is good."

In the room I only heard the melody of regret

Those songs are written to belong to our memories

review your message

reluctant to delete

your smell is too familiar

i can't forget

I can't look at you without admitting being sad

We're all running from the same problems

Is the final ending of the story a separation?

can we stop here

obviously love you

舍不 得 你

This was the first time in Xiao Shuyuan's life that he heard Zheng Yaoqing singing a song at such a close distance.When Zheng Yao sang, he was unequivocal. He sang a lyrical song extremely tenderly, but at this moment he was hugging him again. While listening to the song carefully, Xiao Shuyuan breathed depressively, trying to find the reason and sense of going away. heart rate.

And this song is also one of Xiao Shuyuan's favorite songs.

Zheng Yao sang intermittently. Before he finished the first chorus, his eyelids began to fight, his pitch began to lose his tune, and his voice gradually became lighter.

Xiao Shuyuan's embrace was too warm and made people feel safe, which made Zheng Yao feel that he could also rely on him for a while...