Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

After listening to Gu Changxi's rhetoric of 16 billion, Jiang Song's mind went blank for a while.

It seemed that something happened suddenly that he didn't know, and the scattered thoughts were like spots that couldn't be grasped, and they disappeared as soon as he stretched out his hand.

He felt that Gu Changzhen had a strange temperament, a temperament that no longer belonged to the boy Gu Changzhen.

Jiang Song remembered the song "Hai Qing Takes the Swan" again.

Of course, if Gu Changxi hadn't burned himself to talk nonsense immediately after the meal that day, it would definitely be more deterrent.

At that time, just after the "significant" New Year's Eve dinner, Jiang Song hugged a cup of hot tea and watched the Spring Festival Gala on the sofa.

He stared at the TV screen without blinking.

What Gu Changzhen said just now still rings in his ears.

I owe him 16 billion.

In fact, let alone 16 billion.

If the Jiang family returned to Gu Changzhen, Jiang Song wouldn't be able to get an extra dollar.

He didn't feel that Gu Changxi wanted the money.

But he also said that he has no idea about himself, so what exactly does he want?

Through the glass door of the living room, Jiang Song can vaguely see Gu Changzhen's shadow.

Not long after, Gu Changzhen came out with a plate of sliced ​​oranges.

The skits on TV were very interesting, and the audience laughed from time to time.

Those joys seemed particularly dull in the room.

The crystal dish landed on the surface of the coffee table, making a slightly heavier "click".

Gu Changxi picked up a slice of orange from the plate, pinched a corner and tore the skin in half, and handed it to Jiang Song, "It's not getting cold anymore."

Jiang Song is still a little confused about his situation now, he doesn't know whether he should eat the orange slice himself or peel it and return it to Gu Changxi.

Gu Changxi was very skillful in cutting oranges, and Jiang Song peeled off the remaining skin completely with a light tear.

He returned the orange to Gu Changxi.

Gu Changxi didn't answer, and tilted his head slightly to look at him.

The people on the TV laughed.

It was warm around Gu Changxi, as if the temperature of the room had risen a lot.

Gu Changxi turned his gaze away, Jiang Song could only eat the orange by himself.

The orange juice is very juicy, and the taste is sweet and sour.

Jiang Song watched the skit actor making funny faces on TV, and took another orange, "I can be a proxy shareholder in the company, but no matter how much money you send me, 16 billion should not be enough in my life."

"Then you can only work a little bit harder in this life, try to live a long life, and lighten some burdens in the next life." Gu Changzhen's tone was rarely meant to be a joke.

Jiang Song lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then took out a red envelope from the side pocket of the sofa, "It's probably your money already, but I'll give it to you first as lucky money."

The picture on the red envelope was drawn by himself, and the red paper was also dyed by him by mixing plant ash and red peonies.

Gu Changxi looked at the fat doll holding a koi carp on the red envelope, with a very gentle attitude, "Mr. Jiang, the lucky money is for the elders to protect the younger generations from disasters. Could it be that you can handle some disasters that happened to me?"

indeed.

Gu Changxi has a high position and authority, and if something really happens to him, Jiang Song, a poor family and heavily in debt, can't stand up for him.

Jiang Song made him feel a little uncomfortable when he said it, and the hand that handed the red envelope lowered in frustration.

Gu Changxi is indeed no longer a child.

Perhaps the Gu Changxi in those rumors is the real one.

Sophisticated, decisive, vigorous and resolute.

Jiang Song couldn't tell why.

It is what he hopes most for Gu Changxi to grow up and be strong enough to protect himself, and even the current Gu Changxi has far exceeded his expectations.

But he felt wronged in his heart.

It seems that it is not just a simple loss of not being needed.

Jiang Song put down the red envelope that no one wanted.

The audience laughed happily again from the TV.

Petal after petal, Jiang Song stared blankly at the TV while eating the orange.

After a while, Gu Changxi took the red envelope by himself, pulled out the stack of old man's heads, and put the remaining one in the red envelope, "You have paid off part of the debt, okay?"

With a little bit of juice on the corner of Jiang Song's mouth, he looked up at him with a slightly lax gaze, "What?"

Gu Changxi put the red envelope into his chest pocket, lowered his head slowly, and touched the juice at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Song stepped back subconsciously, and Gu Changxi's hand grabbed the back of his neck.

Gu Changxi's smell also seemed to have changed, from a cold woody smell to an aggressive tobacco leather smell.

Jiang Song was held in his hand, feeling the heat of his breath.

"Is this part of repaying the debt?" Jiang Song's mouth was suppressed, his breath was not steady, but he was unwilling to remain silent.

That half-kiss was a touch away.

Gu Changxi still got very close, "Just don't waste the orange juice."

He stepped back a little, and rubbed the corner of Jiang Song's mouth with his thumb.

His hand stained the red paint on the envelope, and wiped off the ambiguous water, but left behind a rouge-like thin red.

Seeing him pressing towards him, Jiang Song instinctively tightened his body and closed his eyes.

Gu Changxi didn't kiss him again.

The weight on Jiang Song's body was unexpectedly heavy.

He opened his eyes and found that Gu Changzhen had actually fallen on top of him.

His forehead was pressed against Jiang Song's side neck, breathing heavily.

Jiang Song frowned, and put the back of his hand against Gu Changzhen's cheek, "Why are you so hot?"

Gu Changxi didn't make a sound, his fingers were still clutching his sweater.

Jiang Song felt that the scorching heat on his neck flowed down, cooling down into a long and thin stream.

When Jiang Song rubbed against each other, it was tears.

He didn't care about what happened to Gu Changzhen, he patted his back lightly, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable? Why are you crying?"

Gu Changzhen didn't even raise his head, his eyes kept on his neck.

"Don't make me worry?" Jiang Song scratched his face, "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"

Gu Changxi put his arms around his waist, and said in a low voice, "Uncle, I'm not feeling well."

"Can you feel comfortable if you have a fever?" Jiang Song's twisted thoughts tonight were stretched by his "Uncle", "I'll get the thermometer."

"Wait for a while." Gu Changzhen's arms were tightened, and Jiang Song's waist was stretched forward slightly.

Gu Changxi was like this when he was a child, he couldn't leave people when he was uncomfortable.

Every time he was sick, Jiang Song would watch from beginning to end.

Jiang Song hesitated for a moment, put his hand on the back of Gu Changzhen's head and rubbed it, "I'll be right back after I get it, okay?"

"Not good." Gu Changzhen refused very bluntly.

Jiang Song can't help it, but he can't let him just burn like this, "Then you go with me."

Gu Changxi's voice was very soft, "You owe me [-] billion, what's wrong with letting me hug you for a while?"

"...Don't cry." Jiang Song lowered his head and wiped his tears, "I am the one who owes money, why are you wronged?"

"I hurt." Gu Changxi grabbed the clothes on his back with great force.

Jiang Song panicked, "Where does it hurt? I'll call a car now, and we'll go to the hospital right away."

Gu Changxi remained silent for a long time, and finally said softly, "The wound hurts."

"Then let me go, I'll show you, if you get infected, you'll be in trouble." Jiang Song turned around to look at his arm.

Gu Changxi exerted even more force, as if he wanted to strangle him into his chest.

Probably the wound burst open, and the blood smeared up from under the gauze, spreading into a long and narrow red.

"Gu Changxi, don't be self-willed!" Jiang Song became anxious when he saw the blood, "It's bleeding!"

Gu Changxi still didn't let him move, "Let it flow."

"Are you sick?" Jiang Song thought, don't be fooled by that slap a few days ago.

"I'm sick." Gu Changzhen admitted calmly, with a faint nasal voice, "I'm very uncomfortable."

"Get up if you feel uncomfortable! Let me see if you are infected." Jiang Song wanted to get out of his iron arms.

The disparity between the strength of the two is too great, even if Jiang Song exhausted all his strength, he couldn't move at all.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiang Song was panting, "If you burn to death, I have no place to pay back my money."

His words finally moved Gu Changxi.

Jiang Song wiped Gu Changzhen's eyes clean with the back of his hand two or three times, and furrowed his eyebrows, "Does it hurt so much?"

That's right, Gu Changyi had been protected by him since he was a child, and he rarely suffered skin trauma, so he was probably more sensitive to pain.

Afraid of hurting his face by talking too much, he silently tore off the tape that fixed the gauze.

The injuries on Jiang Song's body did not change his dressings in the later stage, and he was regarded as a long-term illness.

After removing the gauze, he was slightly relieved.

The wound was fine, no infection and festering, but the congealed blood scab slightly opened to reveal the tender flesh that had just grown, which looked a little hideous.

"Be patient." He turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa and used alcohol cotton balls to clean up the blood residue.

Gu Changxi stared at the string of stitches on his neck, and asked, "Do you think he hurts?"

Jiang Song was confused when asked, "Who?"

Gu Changzhen's voice was extremely soft, "He."

Jiang Song looked at his expressionless face and burst into tears, thinking that this was another fashion among young people to change their names, "It hurts a lot?"

He lowered his head and blew on Gu Changzhen's wound, "Is it better?"

Gu Changxi turned his face away, tears fell more urgently.

Obviously not any better.

Except for Gu Changxi, who didn't need to be coaxed since he was a child, Jiang Song has no children, and has never had a girlfriend, so he doesn't know how to coax people at all.

"Then what should we do?" He softened his tone, "Go to the hospital?"

In the end, Gu Changzhen refused to go to the hospital, and ran to Jiang Song's bedroom to lie down.

Originally, they didn't live together these two days, but Gu Changzhen had a fever, and Jiang Song didn't dare to let him sleep by himself, and had to get up in the middle of the night to take his temperature.

People's bodies are different.

Gu Changzhen's high fever came and went quickly, from 39 degrees to 37 degrees in less than two hours.

Then it stabilized at 37 degrees.

Jiang Song fed him a little fever-reducing medicine, which subsided during the day, and the fever flared up again at night.

Gu Changxi said that he would not go to the hospital, and he could still work at home during the day, closing the study door and sitting for a long time.

Now the house is his, and Jiang Song can't say anything about him.

The creditor is ill, of course Jiang Song can't force him to cook.

The housekeeping for the Chinese New Year will not come.

Some New Year's goods were sent over from Baiyun Mountain, including winter bamboo shoots and bacon.

He tried to make a claypot rice according to a short video called "Teaching you not to overturn the car by hand". After finishing, he threw ten coins into it.

"There are more rice crackers." He explained when serving the rice to Gu Changxi.

Gu Changxi looked down at the bowl of claypot rice with a clear distinction.

Rice is rice, vegetables are vegetables, the bottom half of the rice has been pasted on the bottom of the casserole, and the top rice is still a little raw.

If you have to name one advantage, at least the bacon looks cooked.

"And this soup." Jiang Song handed him a white porcelain bowl with some embarrassment.

There are frangipani and seaweed in it, and it looks like it just came out of the seasoning package of instant soup.

Gu Changxi took off his blue light glasses, lowered his head and mixed the bowl of claypot rice with complex ingredients, "How long have you been making it?"

Jiang Song was embarrassed to say that he had been preparing since he got up, "It was done in half an hour."

"En." Gu Changzhen nodded, "What do you have for lunch?"

Jiang Song wanted to say that of course he was not treated like a patient, "I'll heat up the leftovers from yesterday in a while."

"Don't move, I'll get it later." Gu Changxi dug down a spoonful of rice and ate slowly.

Jiang Song observed his expression, and there seemed to be no displeasure.

This probably shows that apart from the poor appearance, it is not too overturned?

He's going to throw another [-] coins later.

If he still has it in his account.

Gu Changxi seemed to eat politely, but a bowl of rice disappeared very quickly.

He drank the soup in one gulp, "Okay."

When he got up to the kitchen, Jiang Song followed behind.

Gu Changxi lifted his chin towards the chair.

Jiang Song consciously moved the chair next to him, and said silently in his heart: Changxi, creditor, patient.

Gu Changxi moved the chair a little to make room for himself, "Sit down and rest for a while."

It’s okay if he doesn’t say anything, but when he talks about Jiang Song, he feels a little tired, after all, he’s been busy all morning.

Jiang Song has only eaten Gu Changzhen's cooking, but never watched him cook.

He sat on the chair and watched Gu Changxi break up the eggs neatly and pour them into the oil pan.

The golden egg liquid immediately swells into fluffy and full bubble flowers.

Just smelling this smell, Jiang Song was immediately hungry.

Gu Changxi fried an egg fried rice for him, it took less than 10 minutes.

Jiang Song took Gu Changzhen's temperature again before eating, and the fever subsided a little.

"Don't burn again at night." He stared at the thermometer and muttered, "If you burn again, you really have to go to the hospital."

The egg fried rice was delicious, and Jiang Song hadn't had such a good appetite for a long time.

When he was about to finish eating, Gu Changzhen unexpectedly leaned over and hugged him from behind, and pressed his face against his neck again.

Jiang Song immediately put down the spoon, touched Gu Changzhen's hair and ears with his backhand, "Uncomfortable?"

"You continue to eat." Gu Changxi worked hard by himself, and there was not much weight on him.

Jiang Song thought that he just felt unwell and wanted to be clingy, so he thought about finishing his meal and finding a way to get him to the hospital.

"Eat slowly." Gu Changzhen's hand protected his appetite from behind, "Don't eat so fast."

Jiang Song felt a little sore in his heart, and turned his head to ask him if it would be okay to go to the hospital after dinner.

As a result, just as he turned his face slightly, the corner of his mouth was bitten.

Gu Changxi put his hands on the edge of the table and easily covered Jiang Song under his body.

Those extremely light sucks are like the gentlest picks.

He had a fever, Jiang Song didn't dare to push him, he didn't even move, the spoon in his hand fell back into the bowl.

The lips were pulled up slightly, making a small sucking sound.

Jiang Song blinked and closed his mouth instinctively, but belatedly realized that it was like a kiss back.

He felt Gu Changxi's arms folded, and the gloomy aura wrapped around him like wings.

When Gu Changxi leaned over, he was silent, and when he let go, he was not in a hurry.

Seeing Jiang Song's forehead slowly forming a shallow "river", Gu Changxi didn't have any embarrassment on his face.

He got up calmly, and rubbed the corners of Jiang Song's red lips again, "There was a grain of rice just now."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-1220:41:19~2021-09-1320:16:00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 Rabbit Quack;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Big Orange, Sandalwood, and the workers only look at one cookie;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Shi Yi; 2 bottles of Ruirui, who loves to learn, and Deep Sea; 1 bottle of Xie Qianshan Huan Xingke;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?