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"What did you give him to drink?"

Zhou Xi hadn't woken up when Gu An entered the door, and the man in a long windbreaker choked out his cigarette when he entered, and the faint smell of smoke disperse in front of the store.

I don't know if it was because of illness or tiredness, Zhou Xi slept much more deeply than expected, and when the surroundings were quiet, he could still hear his weak breathing due to nasal congestion.

Lu Xiangyang handed over the bag of undrinked medicine, and whispered, "This brand...cold medicine."

"That's okay, his physique is like this, he gets sleepy when he takes cold medicine." Gu An naturally reached out and touched Zhou Xi's forehead, "Let him fall asleep, I brought some medicine over, and I will change this for him at night eat."

Lu Xiangyang watched Gu An's hand tugging at the corner of his clothes, hesitant to speak.

"No, you don't have a fever, right?..." The further he went on, the lower his voice.

Just the right care is too difficult.

It's as if Gu An's every move is a normal doctor's benevolence, but even if he takes a little step forward, it seems that he has exceeded his duty and lost his sense of proportion.

There is an invisible rope that binds him and binds him, making it difficult for him to move an inch.

"No fever." Gu An gave him a slightly surprised look, "The flu has been exaggerated in the recent change of seasons, and the hospital is full of people. You should also pay more attention."

"I'm sorry, Doctor Gu." Lu Xiangyang twisted his fingers, "I even asked you to make a trip..."

"I just got off work, it doesn't matter." Gu An looked at him and raised his eyebrows, "But I really didn't come here because of Mr. Zhou."

"what?"

"Zhou Xi greeted me, saying that you saw the car accident on the way last time." Gu An dragged a chair and sat down opposite him, "Should we talk?"

Psychologist.

Originally, this word, which was thousands of miles away from him in life, even within the range he deliberately avoided, was sitting in front of him now.

From the page of the book he turned to when he was a teenager, from the moment he realized that he was classified as a mentally ill patient, he always locked himself up and hid away.

He didn't expect Zhou Xi to tell Gu An about himself.

Lu Xiangyang couldn't bear to stir up a small wave in his heart - people always like to prove some facts through some trivial details, for example, Zhou Xi told him not to wash his hair after he finished a fight, for example, Zhou Xi told him not to wash his hair when he had a fever. The pills he counted, such as the sip of beer that Zhou Xi stopped after taking the cephalosporin.

Little things count more and more.

Now because of Zhou Xi's words, Gu An sat in front of him.

Gu An's outfits are always wandering between old men and British style.Relying on that face like a prodigal son, there is something intriguing.

Only his eyes hide a trace of incomprehensible calmness and composure, and all the experiences he has experienced are completely hidden in them, and precipitated into a sharp sobriety, coming and going indefinitely in his eyes, and he is able to handle the impermanence of the world with ease. It makes people feel that he has a story.

Lu Xiangyang looked directly into Gu An's eyes, and for a moment he felt that Gu An might be able to save him.

"Oh, you are stress disorder." Gu An had a golden pen in his coat pocket.Looking at it this way, he really looks like a serious doctor with prudent words and deeds, which is really different from his usual suave playboy image.

"Fill out this form too." Gu An took out the pen and handed it to him with a serious face, "Why didn't you tell me when you saw me before."

It can't be said that they are exactly the same, it can only be said that they are irrelevant.

A weird emoji appeared in Lu Xiangyang's mind, probably Gu An's cartoon villain holding a book with the words "On the Self-cultivation of Doctors".

"Hmm..." Lu Xiangyang flipped through the information that Gu An gave, and couldn't help sighing, "I didn't know before that there are so many kinds of mental illness..."

"It's only in recent years that I started to pay attention to it." Gu An smiled, "Medical research is progressing, and concepts and materials have also been updated a lot. To be honest, homosexuality was considered a disease more than ten years ago. "

Lu Xiangyang's hair stood on end by Gu An's three words, and he raised his head as if struck by lightning: "... now?"

"Now?" Gu An glanced at him with interest, "WHO removed it from the list of diseases in 1992. It was a bit slower in China, it was 2001."

While Gu An was talking, his eyes kept vacantly darting to the sleeping Zhou Xi: "If you like it, you just like it. Can this be called a disease?"

The studio was quiet, only the ticking of the oven counting down.

"I'm leaving, I stayed up all night on the night shift." Gu An stood up, buttoned up his coat, and stretched easily, "Remember to let Zhou Xi take medicine."

When Zhou Xi woke up, it was dark.

It seemed that he had a long and chaotic dream during the long sleep, but he couldn't remember what it was.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the back of Lu Xiangyang who was busy in front of the workbench, with braids and apron tied up, his hands stained with gray flour.

As the braid grew, Lu Xiangyang tied it a little higher, making him look more neat and handsome.

The light from the wind stove gently shines through the heat-insulating glass—boss Lu's studio has always been in warm yellow tones, which is relatively soft and looks warm and comfortable.

There are only two of them left here.

Zhou Xi sat up straight, and Lu Xiangyang's coat slipped off his shoulders smoothly.

My mind is clear and I feel much better after a night of sleep.

"Brother Xi? Oh my God, you finally woke up." Seeing him move, Lu Xiangyang hurriedly took off his gloves and ran over to pour him a glass of water, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat? Shall I cook porridge for you? How about it?"

Crackling serial cannon.

"..." Zhou Xi moved his arms slowly, "Hands are numb."

Lu Xiangyang was stunned and put down the water glass: "...give me your hand."

Zhou Xi's hands had been sleeping on the cushions for a long time, the bleeding was not smooth, and his fingertips were all cold.Lu Xiangyang held it with his hands, slowly kneading it little by little, all the way up his forearm.

"Is it better?" He clasped Zhou Xi's palm with his fingers, trying to make him warmer, "I've been pressing it for so long, I don't feel it..."

Zhou Xi shook his head first, then nodded.

Lu Xiangyang's hands were very warm.After working for a long time, the palms of the hands also become hot.The numbness gradually faded away in this warmth, and he watched Lu Xiangyang's fingers intertwined with his, and the recovery of consciousness slowly increased.

At first it was just swollen and numb, but then I gradually felt the strong rubbing of the other party's fingers, rubbing gently and gently, earnestly and focused.

Skin-cutting, forceful, fingers tightly intertwined.

Suddenly I couldn't bear to pull it away.

I just want to let him hold him for a while without moving.

"Hey, when I make money in the future." Lu Xiangyang's movements suddenly slowed down, and he held his hands and said, "I'll change the door to a bigger store, and put a folding bed in a small room. Once you want to lie down for a while, you won’t be so tired.”

Zhou Xi always felt an inexplicable strange feeling when he heard it - the scene and the dialogue were like an old couple who lived together and worked together for a long time.

Or take a step back and put it another way, like a relative.

Zhou Xi looked at the dark open space outside the shop, tried to flex and stretch his fingers and said, "We can hang a shaker on the tree."

"That won't work." Lu Xiangyang glared at him, "We are a civilized shop, with three guarantees at the door, and it is stipulated that it will not affect the appearance of the city."

Zhou Xi: "..."

After all, he overestimated Boss Lu.

He glanced at the workbench boredly, and finally stopped at a trace of golden light.

On a few sheets of paper in the corner was a pen that he was very familiar with.

Zhou Xi frowned slightly: "Gu An has been here?"

"Ah, that's right. He called you, and I happened to answer it for you." Lu Xiangyang replied disapprovingly, "He heard that you were sick, and brought medicine over."

After finishing speaking, the strength in Lu Xiangyang's hand suddenly loosened: "That's not right."

He raised his head and looked at Zhou Xi in surprise: "Uh... how do you know?"

The author says:

Today I ate bamboo shoots in chicken sauce.

The temperature has dropped in the past two days, so I want to eat hot dishes.As soon as the light is turned on, the steam on the table feels the best~

You can't eat fish and meat every day!eat vegetable!

The crispy and tender shredded bamboo shoots are soaked in the clear and rich chicken soup, chewy and crunchy, put in the chicken soup and cook a small handful of fine vermicelli, it is a comfortable meal.

Eat bamboo shoots and think of asparagus.So it was decided to eat asparagus tomorrow.

Whispering and creaking text.