I made the hero cry after being dressed as a double

In Kyoto in June, there were faint orange lights on the side of the street, Wen Heng was standing by the bridge holding Xiao Mubai,

"Look."

In the distant sky, there are fireworks in full bloom, rising, blooming and dissipating in the air,

"Happy birthday, Qu Mubai."

The index finger was tightly grasped, and after a while, a child's awkward voice came,

"Thank you."

Wen Heng lowered his head, the child in his hand was about to reach his waist, he was holding him with his left hand, and holding a big doll in his right hand, looking up at the sky, his big eyes were full of starlight, and his eyes were full of things he didn't realize gentle,

"Let's go back after watching."

The child gave a "hmm", but stood there without moving, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

"what happened?"

Wen Heng squatted down, tilted his head and looked at the little man who was suddenly depressed.

"when are you leaving?"

"Huh?" Wen Heng was taken aback when he heard the words, "I don't know either."

It's ridiculous to say, it's obviously just a dream, but it's unbelievably real, it's obviously his own dream, but it gives him a feeling that he can't control it, he doesn't know when he will leave and when he will come.

"...Okay, then are you coming back?"

"I do not know either."

"Then what do you know?!" One by one, the child was clearly angry.

"Don't be angry," Wen Heng pinched the child's cheek, comforting, "I will work hard to get over."

"Who cares!"

For an arrogant person, even the words of reluctance sounded like chasing someone away, Wen Heng smiled and said nothing, hugged the villain,

"Come on, I'll take you home."

"……it is good."

……

The spotless ward, the pungent smell of disinfectant, the medicine bottle hanging beside the bed, the boy on the bed frowned, his eyelashes trembled a few times and he opened his eyes, looking at the strange environment a little confused, he blinked Blinking his eyes, he turned his head and saw three people sitting beside them playing games.

"woke up?"

Zhao Wenbo was the first to notice that he was awake.

"Ah."

A voice hoarse with fever,

"what time is it?"

"It's past nine o'clock."

...Someone has been off work for more than an hour, Wen Heng licked his dry lips,

"Bozi, help me get the phone."

"Here." Zhao Wenbo handed over the phone, just as the game was over, he pulled the other two people up,

"Let's go down and buy you something and have a meal."

The few of them were afraid that Wen Heng would not be able to continue, and that no one would call the doctor to restore the blood after the drip, so they stayed with him all the time and didn't eat dinner.

"Okay, let's go."

Wen Heng responded, and turned on the screen. There was only a single missed call on it. As expected, Wen Heng pursed his lips, clicked on the number and played it.

The other side will be connected soon.

"Hey?"

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything." It was a very flat voice, and no emotion could be heard.

Wen Heng shook his still swollen head,

"I have a fever."

"...Oh," the other side responded, and returned after a while, "Go to the school hospital to see."

"It's already on a drip."

"Oh."

Another "oh", Wen Heng laughed, seeing that most of the drip was gone, and said to the phone,

"I'll finish my IV, have a meal, go back and change my clothes and go to you..." After finishing speaking, I felt dissatisfied, so I changed the plan again, "Forget it, I'll ask Wenbo to bring me the clothes and change them directly I'll find you after I finish my clothes."

"...Don't be so anxious, just take your time and follow your own rhythm, I'll just wait for you..."

"I can not!"

The unfinished words were interrupted, and the closed carriage completely isolated the outside sound. Qu Mubai could only hear the boy's serious voice from the other end of the phone, word by word,

"I can't, I... I can't think what you think."