After the rain

The body is more uncomfortable.

The Office of Academic Affairs has limited the time for midterm exams this semester to Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Since the number of subjects in each grade is different, the final timetable is left to them to finalize.

There are the most subjects in the first year of high school, and three days are just enough.The seats in the examination room are arranged according to the results of the last monthly examination, the higher the ranking, the lower the floor.

The last subject was chemistry, and the exam ended at [-]:[-] pm. After the invigilator finished collecting the papers, the quiet exam room immediately became lively. Everyone was chatting about the exam questions, and the sound of dragging chairs was sharp and piercing.

Shen Yan silently followed the bustling troops out of the examination room, met Song Qikun in the administrative hall, took the orange cat hot water bottle handed over by the other party, and put his cold hands in it to warm up.

In the second year of senior high school, he took the comprehensive exam in liberal arts and science, and finished the exam half an hour earlier than them. Liu Xinrong went back first because of something at home. "

Shen Yan said in a low voice, "It's okay."

His cheeks were flushed abnormally. Song Qikun thought it was cold, but he felt something different when he took off his gloves. He frowned and said, "It's so hot, baby, you have a fever."

Song Qikun would call him that only when the two of them were alone. Shen Yan especially liked this intimate name. Every time he heard it, there would be little fireworks exploding in his mind, which made him want to smile uncontrollably.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Qikun didn't know what he was thinking, so he untied the short scarf and wrapped it around him, and helped him pull up the hood of his down jacket and put it on, "I'll accompany you to the hospital."

Shen Yan stood and let him toss and turn, half of his face was buried in the warm scarf, and his voice was muffled, "It should be a low-grade fever, so you don't need to go to the hospital."

Song Qikun frowned slightly, and heard him add slowly: "Sleepy, want to sleep."

"But……"

"You take care of me."

"I……"

"OK?"

"..."

Even when this trick was used, Song Qikun smiled helplessly, and compromised in a gentle voice: "Okay."

The sunset glow filled half of the sky, and the bright red sunset shone on the body without feeling warm at all. The road was vertical and horizontal, and the light and the elongated tree shadows were intertwined. Pedestrians and vehicles shuttled through it, and the cold wind whizzed by, brutally lowering the temperature.

It will take a few minutes to get home. When the two were standing on the first floor waiting for the elevator, Shen Yan muttered something in a low voice, but Song Qikun couldn't hear it clearly, "Huh?"

Shen Yan shook his head and didn't answer, but said it again when he entered the house.

"What are you mumbling about?" Song Qikun was full of suspicion and couldn't help pinching his face.

"It smells so good." Shen Yan said.

"Huh? What smells so good?"

"Scarf." Shen Yan pursed his lips and took a breath, his eyes slightly curved, "You."

"..."

Song Qikun's ears turned red in an instant, and he gritted his teeth pretending to be fierce, but his embarrassment was no match for his smile. The paper tiger broke his skills in a second, buried his face in his neck and rubbed it, and smiled and retorted: "It doesn't smell like you."

Shen Yan handed over half of his body weight to him, the tip of his nose was slightly sore, he closed his eyes and yawned, "Um... so sleepy."

"Meow~" Milk Tea twisted its fat body and moved to the front, raised its big face and lazily called.

The weather has been too cold recently, and he has become more and more lazy to go out, and he is not even interested in dating. He eats and sleeps every day, his weight soars, and the weight loss project has once again failed.

It could sense that Shen Yan was out of spirits, and he didn't make a fuss when he was ignored, and followed the two shit shovelers step by step.

To be honest, Song Qikun didn't know how to take care of patients, so to be on the safe side, he had to call his mother for help. According to her detailed instructions, he first took Shen Yan's temperature, confirmed that he didn't need to take antipyretics for this temperature, and then gave him physical cooling step by step.

Wang Zhiyun told him tirelessly: "Let him drink plenty of water, cover him with a quilt when he sleeps, and don't catch a cold."

"Yeah." Song Qikun tilted his head and put the phone between his shoulders, buttoned Shen Yan's clothes, pulled the quilt tightly, and whispered: "He fell asleep, I hung up."

Wang Zhiyun also subconsciously lowered the volume, "Okay, call me again if you need anything."

"OK Bye Bye."

Shen Yan fell into a deep sleep this time, and it was already eight o'clock when he woke up.

He still felt a little dizzy in his head, didn't want to open his eyes, his limbs were weak, his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, and the sweaty cloth was sticking to his skin, which was extremely sticky and uncomfortable.

There was a heat source against his waist, and his palm was forced to be buried in the fluffy belly, which seemed to be melting away. He instinctively wanted to pull his hand out, but if he moved a little, he would be pulled back by his furry claws to hug him. tight.

In the dimness of consciousness, it seemed that someone touched his forehead, that hand was warm and dry, and he was about to evacuate after a short pause.

He held out his hand.

"Are you awake?" Song Qikun was overjoyed, turned his wrist over and held his hand, and at the same time leaned closer, and asked softly: "The fever is gone, how do you feel? Do you feel better?"

The brightness of the bedside table lamp was turned down to the lowest level, and the light was dim. This man's face was covered with a fine and thin layer of mist, and even his blinking movements were inconceivably gentle.

"En." Shen Yan responded lightly, licking his dry lips.

"By the way, water." Song Qikun helped him up, turned the pillow to put it behind his back, and handed him the water glass.

The milk tea in the bed hummed, and the little milk's voice was soft and coquettish. It crawled forward with its head covered, arching and arching to find the shit-shoveling officer's hand again, and it had to hug and sleep to feel at ease.

Shen Yan simply fished this sticky man into his arms, took the cup and drank half a cup of warm water, his throat finally felt better, and he spoke in a low voice, sounding like he didn't have much strength, "Are you asking for leave for late study?"

"Well, I also invited you. Are you hungry?"

"hungry."

"Then eat, shall I bring it in or go out to eat?"

"Outside." Shen Yan tugged at the neckline, scraped his fingers across the side of his neck, and was wet with sweat, he frowned: "I want to take a bath."

Generally speaking, you can take a bath after the fever subsides, but Song Qikun was concerned about his physique, hesitated for a while, and persuaded: "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, why don't you take a bath later? Eat first now."

In short, it was for his own sake, and besides, he was really hungry, so Shen Yan nodded in agreement, "Okay."

Dinner is yam porridge and clear chicken soup. They look good and taste unexpectedly good, which suits his taste very much. "It's delicious, where did you buy it?"

Song Qikun had already eaten, and sat opposite him with one hand propped on his chin to watch him eat. Hearing this, he rolled his eyes with a smile and said, "My mother made it for you, so eat more if it tastes good."

Shen Yan's pupils shrank slightly, his back straightened all of a sudden, and he was flattered and said, "Auntie did it?"

"Well, she was afraid that I would order some unnutritious heavy oil and salt takeaway for you, so she came back and made it herself. She also bought some fruit and will eat it later after dinner."

Shen Yan's throat tightened, and he always felt extremely embarrassed.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Qikun tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers, "Concentrate on eating, she told you to eat all of it."

All...all?

Shen Yan stared at the insulated lunch box next to him, conservatively estimated that there were four bowls of porridge and three bowls of soup, and he finished them all...

Seeing that his expression gradually became solemn, Song Qikun pressed his lips tightly for a while, and finally couldn't hold it back anymore, and lowered his head to cover his face and snickered.

Shen Yan realized that he had been cheated when he heard the laughter, and stepped on him under the table.

Song Qikun coughed dryly, stopped smiling, "Okay, eat quickly."

36. Cold War

Other cold symptoms aggravated slightly after the fever subsided. Shen Yan was troubled by nasal congestion and sore throat. After taking cold medicine and her boyfriend's brand love pear soup for two consecutive days, she gradually improved.

The mid-term exam results were announced on Wednesday morning. As expected, he ranked first in the class, but he was only five points ahead of the second Xie Junwen, and his grade ranking was not particularly high.

And according to the total score, it is still far from achieving the final goal.

He stared at the number one in the grade for a while, then passed the grade book forward, then took out his mobile phone to send Song Qikun the progress ranking, and then clicked on the memo to record.

In the two exams, he jumped from the bottom of the crane to the top. This kind of progress speed is really unbelievable. There are some admirers and many doubters.

The last time I took the No. 8 exam, some teachers doubted the authenticity of the grades and called him into the office to make sidelines. He didn't bother to explain and pretended not to understand.

Duan Zheng should be the happiest person in the class. He was so excited that he couldn't concentrate on listening to the class all morning. Whenever he met acquaintances, he would bring up this matter and talk about it, regardless of whether the other party wanted to listen or not.

Xie Junwen, who was traveling with him, wished he could cover his mouth with a rag. He was tired of listening after a long time of patience, and frowned, "It's not like you won the first place in the exam. Why are you so happy?"

Duan Zheng didn't hear clearly, but his intuition told him that it must be something bad, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

After school, Shen Yan and Song Qikun had lunch at a small restaurant off campus. Because of a sore throat, his diet these days was extremely light, mostly soup.

The store was overcrowded, and there were two men who shared a table with them, who seemed to be father and son.

The older, middle-aged man sat next to Shen Yan, his voice was as loud as a gun, and he stood out even in such a noisy environment.

The eardrums were so shocked that the man suddenly uttered a swear word, and the saliva sprayed out in a radial pattern, which was visible to the naked eye.

Shen Yan's eyelids twitched, and the half-cooked green beans caught by the chopsticks flew out, hit the young man's teacup diagonally opposite, bounced back and fell into another dish.

He frowned slightly, and suddenly had the urge to pin his job on the man.

During this period, Song Qikun kept paying attention to Shen Yan. Seeing this, he immediately picked out the green bean, smiled at him reassuringly, and then negotiated with the man: "Uncle, I'm sorry, my friend is not feeling well, can I trouble you to speak?" Quieter?"

The man was taken aback