Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Baiyun Mountain is located in a remote place, the high-speed rail is followed by the green skin along the way, and the deeper places can only be reached by Xing Ce driving off-road.

Jiang Song was a little prone to motion sickness, and with a slight altitude sickness, he vomited twice on the winding mountain road.

Xing Ce was driving the car, observing Jiang Song in the back seat.

Jiang Song himself is still happy.

His face was frighteningly pale, and he could still chat with Gu Changxi, who was on the co-pilot, "This kind of fundraising follow-up, can you let Xiaojin come? Why go to the mountains in winter?"

"What about you?" Gu Changxi looked out the car window, "Why did you come here in person?"

Jiang Song stretched his waist, "It's warm in the south! It's freezing over there, and you can fish in the mountain streams here."

"The south is yours? You are only allowed to keep warm?" Gu Changxi ignored his nonsense and choked on him directly.

Jiang Song still had a good temper, "I'm afraid that you will suffer here."

"Then thank you, Mr. Jiang, for your concern." Gu Changxi said coldly.

Xing Ce frowned and glanced at him in the rearview mirror, "No, it's not a thing..."

"Uncle Xing, what did you say?" Gu Changxi looked at him gently.

Xing Ce said nonchalantly, "Look, I saw a rabbit running past—a bastard."

Jiang Song smiled, and wrinkled his eyebrows with a smile.

Xing Ce hurriedly stopped the car by the side of the road, "You want to throw up again?"

Jiang Song nodded painfully, fumbling to tear open a sanitary bag.

He didn't dare to eat anything at first, and he vomited twice on the way. There was already nothing in his stomach, and his mouth was full of the sour and bitter taste of bile.

He propped himself on the mountain wall by the side of the road and retched for a long time in front of the sanitary bag, the nausea finally passed.

"Yes, why don't we take a break on the road? It will take half a day to get there!" Xing Ce patted him on the back worriedly, "How can I bear this, I can bear it..."

Gu Changxi watched from the side, without saying a word or moving for a long time.

Jiang Song closed his eyes for a while, wiped his mouth, "It's just like that if you don't rest. It's more difficult to drive this kind of road at night. Let's go early and rest when we get there."

Although he knew that what he said was the truth, Xing Ce was still worried about him, "Then you vomit all the time, and there are still people there, are they human?"

Jiang Song took two pills out of his pocket, picked out one pill and pulled two pills, and put them in his mouth.

"What, what is it? Didn't you get dizzy after taking it, and the motion sickness medicine is useless?" Xing Ce took the medicine from his hand and looked at it with a frown.

"Anyway, I fell asleep after eating." Jiang Song shrugged.

"Shu Mianle?" Xing Ce saw the words on the capsule clearly, and his eyebrows frowned even tighter, "Didn't you say that your stomach hurts after taking this?"

"That's too much, I'll take two this time..." Before Jiang Song finished speaking, the remaining medicine in his hand was picked away.

Gu Changxi read the package on the tin foil for a second or two, then reached out and touched Jiang Song's pocket, looked at the medicines inside one by one, and threw them all down from the other side of the winding mountain road with a wave of his hand.

Jiang Song was not in a hurry or annoyed, but it was Xing Ce who got angry first, "Gu Changxi, you are sick?! You know what kind of medicine it is, you dare to throw it at him?"

"Mr. Jiang is my debtor now, should I watch him poison me to death?" Gu Changxi's eyes rarely showed a fierce look at Xing Ce, "And if he poisons himself to death, the rest of the debt, Will you pay it back?"

Xing Ce was speechless by his choking, but angrily punched the mountain wall.

In fact, he had persuaded Jiang Song to take too much medicine before.

First of all, he consulted with the doctor several times, and Jiang Song did not reach the level of drug abuse.

But the most important thing is that Jiang Song doesn't listen to him.

"Don't make a noise, don't make a noise." Jiang Song didn't want to hear them quarreling over a few pills, so he washed his hands with mountain spring water, and got back into the car.

Xing Ce followed, held the car door and asked him, "Why don't you stay behind and lie down for a while?"

Jiang Song waved his hand.

This road has a pockmarked face, and it thumps and thumps when walking.

There's nothing to rest your head on in the car, so it's easier to get dizzy from bumps and bumps.

The car door on the other side opened, and Gu Changzhen sat in without saying a word.

Seeing that he also sat down in the back row, Xing Ce fell silent, closed the door and went back to start the car.

When the car first drove, Jiang Song was still sitting upright.

I don't know if it's because Gu Changzhen got closer to him, and the reassuring smell on his body became stronger.

The car swayed, shaking him after a while.

As soon as he tilted his body, his hands caught him smoothly.

Gu Changxi carefully supported him, protected his right hand which was still in plaster, and slowly let him lie down with his lap on his head.

Xing Ce saw his movements in the rearview mirror, and asked the confusion in his heart: "If you really love him, why do you have to talk like that?"

"So I don't feel sorry for him," Gu Changxi said seriously, "I'm just worried that he won't be able to pay my debts after he dies."

Xing Ceting made him choke and rolled his eyes, unable to catch up.

Unexpectedly, Gu Changxi didn't feel embarrassed at all, and continued to talk to him, "Uncle Xing, when did Mr. Jiang start taking these medicines?"

Jiang Song told Gu Changxi not to tell these things.

To be precise, Jiang Song told Xing Ce that as long as Gu Changxi asked him questions alone, he should not answer them.

But when Xing Ce thought of the posture of Gu Changyi throwing the medicine away, Jiang Song wasn't angry either!

So he gave Gu Changxi a compromise answer: "Anyway, I told you that he is not in good health, so don't be angry with him."

The two of them were talking, and Jiang Song snorted lowly.

Gu Changxi reflexively protected his back and gently stroked, "What's wrong?"

"It hurts..." Jiang Song's voice was very low, unable to speak clearly.

As soon as Gu Changxi pressed his stomach, Jiang Song immediately curled up, "Mmm..."

"What's wrong? Stomach again, stomach ache?" Xing Ce was also anxious, "Is it burning?"

"It's okay." Gu Changzhen's voice was also very low.

Xing Ce was about to ask him how he knew he was fine, only to realize that Gu Changxi was not talking to him.

"Hush—it's all right," Gu Changxi protected Jiang Song's stomach with one hand, and patted him on the back with the other, "It's all right."

Jiang Song's brows were tightly frowned, his fingers grabbed Gu Changxi's coat, and pulled out countless fine folds of the expensive fabric.

"Did he often have nightmares before?" Gu Changxi discovered during Jiang Song's illness that sometimes he didn't seem to be in real pain, but dreamed of very painful things.

Xing Ce really doesn't know.

He scratched his head, "I don't, I don't often live with him, and I don't sleep when I live with him, but I sleep together... It looks normal during the day."

Gu Changxi didn't say anything, and looked at Jiang Song even more seriously.

Xing Ce felt that there was nothing he couldn't say about Jiang Song's reliance on sleep aids. What if Gu Changxi could still take care of him?

He revealed a little bit to Gu Changxi, "He couldn't sleep for a while before, so he went to the hospital for treatment. The doctor prescribed the medicine you just saw. The medicine he took is what he often, often takes."

Gu Changzhen's expression didn't fluctuate, as if he didn't hear anything.

With his hands gently resting on his back, Jiang Song seemed to sleep a little more peacefully, his breathing became longer and longer, and he didn't move much along the way.

Jiang Song didn't sleep for too long, and when he woke up, he was still a while away from his destination.

But it was already dark, and the lights of the villages and towns could be seen from a distance.

He rubbed his eyes, propped himself up from Gu Changzhen's lap, and looked at him sleepily, "Is it numb?"

Gu Changxi threw him a thick coat, "It's almost there, put it on."

Jiang Song took the clothes, and put them on sleepily regardless of the front or back, but with one bad hand, he didn't put it on after wearing it twice.

Gu Changxi grabbed one of his hands, stuffed it into one sleeve a little roughly, and was about to wrap the other half of his clothes, when the person leaned towards his arms.

He frowned and wanted to push away, but Jiang Song grabbed his sleeve and couldn't move, "Slow down, dizzy."

I don't know if Xing Ce's gaze in the rearview mirror played a supervisory role, but Gu Changxi didn't push him away, but just pulled his clothes tighter for him.

After taking a nap in the car, Jiang Song felt much better when he got off the car.

He took a deep breath of the cold air in the deep mountains, and saw a few old people standing at the intersection, and they seemed to be waiting for them with flashlights.

Xing Ce has briefly contacted here, and introduced to Jiang Song, "This is the village chief and secretary."

The village head is an old man with white beard and hair. Seeing Jiang Song standing in the middle, he immediately shook his hand vigorously, "Are you Mr. Jiang who built our school this year?"

Gu Changxi is the main donator.

Jiang Song was about to let him go to the middle, but Gu Changxi slightly supported his waist from behind and didn't let him back.

"He is Jiang Song, the main donor of the Baiyun Mountain Project." Gu Changxi seemed to have changed his skin, looking gentle and polite, like a junior who followed Jiang Song.

Xing Ce glanced at him and smiled at the village chief, "That's right, Mr. Jiang is one of the main donors."

"They're all surnamed Jiang..." the village head muttered in a low voice, then raised his voice again, "The Jiang family has shown great kindness to us at Baiyun Mountain."

The secretary next to him had a slightly gloomy expression and said nothing.

The village is deep in the mountains and forests, and cars cannot enter it.

A group of people stepped on the muddy mountain road relying on three flashlights.

"Jiang Zhengzhong is...?" The village head and Jiang Song walked side by side and asked him.

"He is my uncle." Jiang Song avoided the gravel on the ground and looked around.

Even if it is covered by night, it is not difficult to see that this place is really primitive.

In other words, if the Wu family's money came in with real gold and silver, there would be no decent way.

The village chief gave a soft "Oh" and asked him again: "Have you eaten yet? It's so late, the journey must have been hard."

Jiang Song himself has no appetite, but Gu Changxi and Xing Ce are both hungry after all.

He was not polite, "I didn't take care of the food, I was in a hurry on the road."

Hearing what he said, the village chief seemed very happy, "Then come to my house to eat later, and ask the family to kill a chicken for you."

The road in the village was easier to walk than the one up the mountain, Jiang Song relaxed a little, didn't see a broken tile protruding from the ground, staggered and almost tripped.

Fortunately, Gu Changxi had been following him on the left side, and immediately supported him when he saw him swaying.

Just as Jiang Song stood firm, Gu Changxi squatted down in front of him, "Mr. Jiang, come up."

Unlike when he was alone, Gu Changxi's voice was obviously much more polite.

The village head chuckled, "This young man is really sensible."

Jiang Song gently pushed Gu Changzhen, motioning him to get up, "I can walk by myself."

Gu Changxi turned to look at him.

This time, with the other people's back on their backs, those eyes reflected the cold moonlight in the mountains, more bone-piercing than mountain streams.

"Mr. Jiang, have you forgotten..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Song surrendered, "All right, all right, I won't waste everyone's time."

He was really tired and didn't have the strength to compete with Gu Changxi.

Moreover, Gu Changxi's body was warm, and it was very comfortable to lie on his stomach.

"Look at him, don't touch his hand." Xing Ce turned on the phone flash to illuminate them.

Gu Changxi carried Jiang Song on his back, walked without any difficulty, and asked the village head friendly: "With Mr. Jiang, there is also Mr. Wu, is he not here?"

When asked about Wu Qingshan, the village chief hesitated, "Mr. Wu...wouldn't come in person, every year a different agent comes over."

Jiang Song repeated softly, "Agent?"

The village head nodded, "Agent, it is said that this year it will be an agent surnamed Yang."

"Yang Guangyuan?" Jiang Song raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Hey, that's right, that's the name." The village chief nodded quickly, "He said that the road here is not easy to drive, and he will not be able to come here until tomorrow."

Jiang Song couldn't help but secretly smiled.

The ass decides the head. It seems that some people don't even bother to hide, and just sit in Wu's house.

The village head's house is still an old-style brick house, and there are not many furnishings in the house. There is a cabinet of certificates and medals on the entrance.

Although it is spotlessly clean, it is not difficult to see the vicissitudes of time.

Jiang Song took a closer look at the past, and found that they were awards from some junior high school math competitions and sports competitions, all dated five or six years ago.

When the village head saw him looking at the things in the cabinet, he was a little hesitant in his pride, "This was sent back by the students who passed the exams here many years ago. The students here are either not smart, or they have few opportunities to learn."

The village head's family prepared a lot of rice, including chicken and fish.

The village chief didn't move his chopsticks much, and kept letting the guests eat.

Jiang Song pawed at the rice in the bowl, thinking what the village head had just said.

Suddenly there was an extra fish in the bowl, Jiang Song looked at Gu Changxi.

Just as Gu Changxi took back his chopsticks, he said with a gentle expression, "Mr. Jiang, eat more."

"Oh." Jiang Song absently took a bite of the fish and put it down.

The fish meat has the unique deliciousness of the mountains, and it is not unpalatable.

It's just that he has other things on his mind.

The Wu family donates money every year, and every year they have a share in Baiyun Mountain.

How come all these years have passed, but it seems to have stagnated at Jiang's father's last donation?

"Mr. Jiang," Gu Changzhen slowly put down his chopsticks, "Eat more."

Jiang Song's scalp became tense under his gaze, so he could only pick up the fish and took two bites slowly.

"Mr. Jiang likes fish?" The village head pushed the fish towards him, "This fish is all wild in the mountains, so you shouldn't be able to eat it in the city. And this chicken is also a native chicken that runs on the mountain, no Feed."

The hospitality was unstoppable, and Jiang Song took another small piece of chicken from the plate.

But in fact, he vomited several times a day, and his appetite was not very good, so he just put it in a bowl and refused to eat.

The village head saw that he didn't eat, and was concerned again, "Isn't it to Mr. Jiang's appetite?"

Jiang Song could only pick up the meat again, "Why? I think it tastes good."

Gu Changxi stretched out his own bowl, "Give it to me."

The village chief looked at him with some puzzlement, and Gu Changxi explained very gently, "Mr. Jiang has a bad stomach, and it is easy to lose digestion after eating meat at night."

"Oh, that's because we didn't think carefully." The village head hurriedly pushed the custard in front of Jiang Song, "Mr. Jiang, you eat this."

In fact, Jiang Song didn't want to eat anything.

But he didn't know what kind of demon Gu Changzhen would be if he didn't eat it, so he could only eat the custard slowly.

"How is the construction of our Baiyunshan primary school?" Jiang Song felt that the task of eating was almost completed, so he put down the bowls and chopsticks.

The rice in the village head's bowl moved only a little.

Hearing his question, the smile on the village chief's face seemed a little unsustainable, "Mr. Jiang, let's rest today. Wait for Mr. Yang to come tomorrow, and I will take you to the school together."

Jiang Song and Xing Ce exchanged glances, smiled and said to the village chief, "Okay."

"The hotel is in the town. It's a bit late now, and the road is not easy to walk. How about staying at my house for a night?" The village chief asked for their opinions while clearing the table.

Jiang Song is really a little tired, but he feels a little sorry for living in someone else's house.

"Then I'll cause you trouble." Gu Changxi was young, and put on a well-behaved look, a little student-like.

"No trouble, no trouble," the village head said with a smile, "it's just that there are two vacant rooms left at home, and maybe two people need to squeeze into one room."

Xing Ce immediately gave priority to speaking: "I share one room with Mr. Jiang, and the other room is for Xiao Gu."

Gu Changxi didn't reveal his identity in front of the village chief, so Xing Ce avoided his name.

"Okay, but there is only one big bed in the big house, which is where my son and wife lived." The village chief scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "You are both men, so it should be fine to live together, right?"

"No, it's okay." Xing Ce patted Jiang Song carelessly, "Kisser than me, my brother."

The two rooms are next to each other, and Xing Ce and Jiang Song entered one.

The humidity in the mountains at night was a bit high, and the village head specially carried two pots of charcoal fires in the two houses, but the bedding was still somewhat damp.

"This quilt is so damp, you can wear it, okay?" Xing Ce was a little worried.

The place where Jiang Song had a fracture before was sore when it was rainy, and he must suffer in this wet and cold mountain.

Jiang Song shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

"Don't be hard, hold on, it will burn at night, and when it burns, there will be nowhere to look!" Xing Ce remembered Gu Changxi, and became angry again, "Did you also give the antipyretics to that little, little bastard? threw?"

As soon as he finished speaking, "Little Bastard" knocked on the door outside.

Xing Ce opened the door a little, "Why?"

"My room is more comfortable. Uncle Xing, please change it with me." Gu Changzhen's face was only half illuminated by the light, while the other half was completely hidden in the shadow.

"No, this room is also comfortable." Xing Ce couldn't help saying that he was about to close the door.

The corner of Gu Changxi's mouth slightly curved, "Uncle Xing, you don't think I will do anything to Mr. Jiang, do you?"

Xing Ce looked at his smile, and the hairs all over his body stood up, "If you don't do anything, what will you do instead?"

"He owes me money, I want to watch him." Gu Changzhen lowered his voice.

His tall body leaned forward slightly, his smile completely melted out of the darkness, his handsome sunshine was not like a real person.

Xing Ce, however, was almost paralyzed by fright, and backed out of the door without saying a word, and belatedly slapped himself lightly, "Wow, useless."

Jiang Song was not surprised when Gu Changxi came in.

He was wrapping himself into the unfolded quilt, "Have you changed the details of the donation project?"

The village head never mentioned Gu Changxi from the beginning to the end, and the only explanation was that Gu Changxi wiped himself from the list.

"I don't need to personally participate so much." Gu Changxi came in dragging his suitcase, without explaining too much.

But when he said Jiang Song in this way, he understood: Gu Changxi marked the part he donated with his name.

"You can ask Secretary Jin to tell me." Jiang Song retracted into the cold quilt, shivering involuntarily.

"And then? Mr. Jiang has paid off all the debts he owes me now," Gu Changxi looked at him mockingly, "What's the point of adding another sum?"

"That's different. It's one thing to pay off temporarily, but it's another thing to put it in the account." Jiang Song was tired, and his speech was a little vague.

Gu Changxi laughed again, and paused slightly when he lowered his head to straighten the box, "Mr. Jiang settles accounts with others in a sloppy manner, but he even remembers the eighty cents clearly when he settles accounts with me."

"Oh, it's [-] cents again now?" Jiang Song couldn't help teasing him even though he was about to fall asleep, "Then I don't owe you much money at all."

The room was quiet for a few seconds, and Jiang Song was suddenly dragged out of the quilt.

"What do you mean?" Gu Changxi scratched his shoulders, "Don't you plan to pay back the money?"

Jiang Song frowned and avoided him, "What's wrong with you? Who said you won't be paid back? Can you let someone sleep?"

He was already in pain, but when Gu Changzhen grabbed him, he was so sore that tears almost fell from his eyes.

"Say, you will pay me back what you owe me." Gu Changzhen's face turned pale in the slightly yellow light.

"Return it, let it go first." Jiang Song couldn't help taking a breath because his eyes were hot from being pinched by him.

Gu Changxi's expression relaxed slightly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Song pressed the corners of his eyes and shook his head, "It's okay, I feel a little uncomfortable."

Gu Changxi let go, walked back to the box without saying a word, and sorted out a compressed sleeping bag from inside.

"You also sleep on the bed, the floor is too humid." Jiang Song was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes or open his mouth, and muttered softly: "This bed is quite big, enough to sleep two people."

Before Gu Changzhen agreed, he fell asleep in a daze.

Gu Changxi unfolded the sleeping bag and spread it on the ground, then took out a quilt compressed in a vacuum bag from the box, shook it silently, and patted it loose.

Jiang Song slept lightly, and woke up a little when he heard some movement, "It's cold on the ground..."

Gu Changxi didn't seem to have heard of it, he just threw the quilt on the bed near Jiang Song, and prepared to sleep in his sleeping bag.

Jiang Song instinctively shrank into the quilt again, but he was still not warm at all, and the soreness in his body made him hum softly.

Gu Changzhen, who was already lying down, crawled out of the sleeping bag again, walked to the bed, and asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Song fell asleep and didn't answer him.

Gu Changxi stood by the bed for a while, finally bent down and peeled Jiang Song out of the quilt.

"Cold." Jiang Song protested in a low voice, as soon as he touched the warmth of Gu Changzhen's body, he subconsciously moved closer.

"Don't talk, sleep with you." Gu Changxi hugged Jiang Song and covered him with the quilt he brought, and waited for Jiang Song to fall asleep warmly before putting him down.

Under the dim light, he coldly looked down at the sleeping Jiang Song, "This is the quilt you brought and covered yourself."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-2217:05:56~2021-08-2522:47:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 big orange;

感谢投出地雷的小天使：脆脆4个；檀痕、45652054、瘦到103斤吧！2个；31283168、星星儿、纪询、咸鱼想吃咸菜1个；

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