Why is this male classmate sticking to me?

With the help of Jiang Yulin, Lu Chanchan went to the bathroom, took a look in the mirror, and made himself look stupid.

Who is this person?

Why so ugly?

It must not be him!

The person in the mirror had messy hair, the small double eyelids that he was proud of were swollen until they disappeared, and his face was almost as white as the wall behind him, making his red and swollen eye circles look like he had been beaten.

The moment Lu Chanchan saw herself, she took half a step back in fright.

Jiang Yulin quickly supported him, "Slow down."

Lu Chanchan looked at the mirror, then at Jiang Yulin, and said in a dull voice, "I'm so ugly..."

Jiang Yulin wrapped his arms around his shoulders from behind, glanced at him, and said calmly, "It's not ugly." It's just that it's pitiful, but he didn't say that.

Lu Chanchan regained a little confidence and looked in the mirror again, but was deeply shocked by the picture of the two standing together.

Against the backdrop of Jiang Yulin's meticulous and perfect image, his beauty, which was greatly compromised due to illness, was even worse.

Oh man.

How perfunctory.

Lu Chanchan pursed her lips sadly, but Jiang Yulin poked the little dimple with her finger, preventing the corners of her lips from turning downward.

Lu Chanchan looked up at him:?

Jiang Yulin frowned, but his voice remained flat: "Don't curl your lips."

Lu Chanchan: "??...Oh."

After all, it was still a low-grade fever. After a brief wash, Lu Chanchan returned to the hospital bed and leaned against the head of the bed, feeling a little unmotivated.

Jiang Yulin brought him some glutinous millet porridge, but he had a fever and felt uncomfortable in his stomach after not eating for a long time. He swallowed a few mouthfuls and felt a little nauseated, so he refused to eat any more.

Jiang Yulin took over half of the porridge bowl left, frowning, "I ate too little."

Lu Chanchan shook her head, and pressed her stomach with her hand without infusion: "I'm full."

Jiang Yulin looked at him for a while, didn't speak, got up and put away the bowls, took another cup of hot water, tightened the lid and pressed it on his stomach, and said, "There is no hot water bottle, you can cover it with this for a while, if it still feels uncomfortable, Let's call the doctor."

The temperature in the cup was very high, pressed against the stomach through the hospital gown, the warm heat made him feel very comfortable.

Lu Chanchan squinted her eyes and sighed contentedly: "It's not uncomfortable anymore."

He leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes to refresh himself, and suddenly lifted his eyelids, as if remembering something, Lala Jiang Yulin's sleeves whispered, "Why did you come here?"

Jiang Yulin put his arms around his back, using his strength to make him sit up straighter, and said naturally, "You asked me to come."

How could he?

Lu Chanchan blinked his eyes in disbelief, but he was so burned out last night that he really had no memory at all.

Jiang Yulin looked at him in a daze, as if he had really forgotten everything, and couldn't help but sullen, and said slowly for a moment: "Yesterday you sent me a message and said sorry, I called you, and you cried and said I'm sorry, let me come here."

Jiang Yulin's face was expressionless when he spoke, and his tone hardly fluctuated, but Lu Chanchan was stunned for a while, and before he could refute, Jiang Yulin continued to state without emotion:

"After I arrived at the hospital, you kept hugging me and refused to let go. You cried and acted like a baby. You grabbed my clothes and asked me to hug me to sleep. You wiped your tears and nose on me, and you kept telling me you were sorry."

Lu Chanchan swallowed her saliva, looked at his neat and new clothes, and shook her head calmly: "Really? I don't believe it."

Jiang Yulin: "The clothes have been changed."

Lu Chanchan looked at his neat hairstyle again.

Jiang Yulin: "I've also tidied my hair."

Lu Chanchan continued to argue calmly, "You are bombing me."

Jiang Yulin stopped talking, gave him a cold look, turned around and took out his mobile phone, opened the chat page, and elegantly presented the evidence in front of him.

[Lu Shuishui: Squad leader... I'm sorry...]

After confirming that he saw it clearly, Jiang Yulin opened the album again and handed it to him again.

Inside, Lu Chanchan's eyes were red, his nose was red, and he was lying in Jiang Yulin's arms with a frown, tightly clutching the clothes on his chest, like a weak kitten, and Jiang Yulin's other hand was indeed around his shoulder, hold him.

Lu Chanchan fell silent.

There was a deep silence.

It turned out that the red circles under his eyes, as if he had been beaten by someone, were not sick, but crying.

He sat up from Jiang Yulin's arms, clenched his fists and looked at him at the same level. Jiang Yulin also looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows, his eyes were calm but unquestionable.

Slowly, Lu Chanchan began to turn red, from the looming collarbone under the collar of the hospital gown, to the slender neck, and then spread along the small ears to the cheeks, the whole body was flushed.

Jiang Yulin still watched him calmly, as if he couldn't see a series of physiological changes caused by his embarrassment.

Lu Chanchan finally couldn't resist his eyes, turned her head, and shouted in grief and indignation: "Impossible!"

As soon as the voice came out, the two of them froze at the same time.

Because of a sore throat, Lu Chanchan's voice was completely hoarse. He was in a bad mood before, and he used the breathy voice he had been using when talking to Jiang Yulin. After suddenly roaring out the real voice, he was shocked——

What an ugly sound!

It's like digging out an antique tractor decades ago from the soil, just adding some lubricating oil and then running around on the road, and the kind of low-quality lubricating oil added.

Lu Chanchan covered her throat in horror.

Where did his obsessed boyish voice go? !

Jiang Yulin was stunned for a moment, but finally he couldn't help but let a smile creep up on his face.

Seeing Jiang Yulin like that, Lu Chanchan gritted his teeth and said, "Are you laughing at me?!"

Jiang Yulin didn't hold back the smile on his face at all, but said seriously, "I didn't smile."

Lu Chan was angry.

He is only temporarily dumb, not blind, his moist eyes are online the whole time, okay?

The more Lu Chanchan thought about it, the more angry she became, until the end of her anger she felt wronged.

He lowered his head and pouted again, but was stopped by Jiang Yulin without any surprise.

Jiang Yulin held his sharpened chin, put his thumb against the small pear dimple, and said in a warning voice: "Lu Shuishui."

Lu Chanchan still drooped her eyelids and turned the corners of her mouth down. Jiang Yulin paused for a moment, but was still discouraged.

Gently rubbing the small dimple with his thumb, he asked in a slow tone, "Why are you wronged?"

Lu Chanchan twitched for a moment, and opened his mouth slightly. He had been speaking in a breathy voice, but now his voice was even softer. Jiang Yulin leaned closer to listen.

"I apologized to you twice, and you didn't even express it..."

Jiang Yulin was stunned, "What twice?"

Lu Chanchan raised her head and glared at him, "It's the circle of friends at the wedding. I posted Jiangshui, woods, and words to reconcile. You don't even want to give me a like..."

Now Jiang Yulin was silent.

Was that an apology?

So he apologized at that time? !

Seeing that he was still silent like a log, Lu Chanchan got agitated and covered her lips and coughed twice.

"I was wrong."

When he coughed, Jiang Yulin immediately admitted his mistake as if returning to his soul, and rubbed his chest for him while talking.

He paused, then repeated again: "I was wrong." His voice was calm and a little stiff.

Lu Chanchan admitted that he was coaxed by these two apologies.

But the posture still needs to be sufficient, he pursed the corners of his mouth, and shook his head pretendingly, "Okay, then I will barely forgive you."

"Yes." Jiang Yulin lowered his eyes, "Thank you for your forgiveness."

Lu Chanchan was amused by his low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, and when he was in a good mood, he became playful.

He thought about his voice that resembled an old-fashioned tractor, leaned into Jiang Yulin's arms, pinched his neck, and suddenly widened his eyes: "Baojuan, Baojuan! My voice! I can no longer be favored..."

Conscious acting is superb and superb.

Jiang Yulin wrapped his arms around him, and Sima Gao Leng couldn't hide his deep confusion.

It's cold.

Lu Chanchan paused for a moment and asked, "Haven't you read The Legend of Zhen Huan?"

Jiang Yulin shook his head when he heard the words, and nodded again, "I've heard of it, a large-scale epic Gongdou series."

"...All right." Lu Chanchan began to popularize science confidently and without embarrassment:

"The part I just acted in was a famous scene in the play. An Lingrong was originally favored because she sang a bit like the emperor's white moonlight. Later, she was drugged by Concubine Qi and her voice was broken. She felt that she could no longer be favored. It's..."

Jiang Yulin listened quietly, with a serious expression as if he was listening to a key professional class. Lu Chanchan suddenly felt that he was a bit clumsy, and felt an inexplicable sympathy in his heart, and patted the back of his hand:

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't know, the beginning of benevolence is the best act, go back and ask him to act it for you again..."

He started coughing again as he spoke, this time it was much worse than before, his throat was already sore due to inflammation, and his chest started to hurt even when the severe cough involved it.

Jiang Yulin put his arms around him and rubbed his chest one after another, with a helpless tone: "If you feel uncomfortable, don't talk."

Lu Chanchan coughed so hard that she couldn't breathe, and shook her head: it would be even more uncomfortable for him not to speak.

·

After lying in the hospital for a long time, Lu Chanchan's fever completely subsided and showed no signs of resurgence, so Jiang Yulin went through the discharge procedures for him.

They sat side by side at the doctor's desk, Lu Chanchan gestured with both hands, and spoke in a breathy voice.

The doctor didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

Jiang Yulin translated: "He's asking when his voice will recover."

The doctor snorted and nodded: "Soon, take the medicine on time, and you'll be fine in a week."

One week?

Lu Chanchan was a bolt from the blue.

Is a week fast?It was enough for him to suffocate for several rounds!

Thinking that he would be a quiet and handsome man for the next whole week, and stare at Jiang Yulin, an equally quiet and beautiful man, Lu Chanchan suddenly felt that life was hopeless.

Jiang Yulin thanked the doctor, and seeing Lu Chanchan's self-pitying look, he couldn't help but smile, patted him on the back and said softly, "Okay, let's go."

The author has something to say:

Lu Shuishui: It's okay, go back and let Ren Zhichu play it for you.

At the beginning of benevolence: Are you polite?

Jiang Jiang: Why can't I just watch the drama...

感谢在2021-09-2414:30:36~2021-09-2516:40:12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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of ruthless claw machine;

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