I raised a husband in ancient times

After Pei Xing washed up, he refused his help, but he didn't insist. He stood silently outside the screen, waited for the person to dress neatly, and then carried him back to the bed.

Seeing people laying down obediently, Lu Yiming was not hypocritical, and just washed himself with his bath water. Today, he was so tired after traveling all the way.

The water was a little cold, and he remembered the days when the end of the world had just begun, when he could only go to the river to take a cold bath, and he felt a little dazed.

I just walked through it before, and I didn't feel it when I was alone, but now I calm down, think about the person on the bed, think about Lu's father and mother in the other room, surrounded by this plain and warm feeling, and finally feel at home.

After the death of his brother who was dependent on him, he seldom cared about a person like this. Sometimes he couldn't tell whether he regarded Pei Xing as another person, and treated him well, as if he was making up for the irreparable regrets of his previous life.

In the long run, this is not a good thing. For example, before, he lost control of his emotions and angered the other party.

He was really angry, angry that the other party ignored his own safety, and at the same time he was a little scared, afraid that the tragedy would happen again.

In his previous life, his younger brother blocked a fatal wound for him, was infected by a virus, and killed himself before turning into a zombie. He watched helplessly but was helpless.

He hated the impermanence of the apocalypse, hated the convoy that stole their supplies, and what he hated most was himself, why he was so weak and couldn't do anything.

He didn't want to experience such powerlessness again, that's why he had such big emotional ups and downs at that time.

Lu Yiming shook his head, picked up cold water and washed his face, sobered up a lot, and didn't think about it any more.

After he finished dressing and came out, Pei Xing was lying on his back on the bed, breathing steadily, and was already asleep. He didn't disturb him, and quietly exited the room, closing the door tightly to block the cold wind.

The people in the kitchen caught Lu Yiming's figure and waved to him: "A Bao, how is Brother Xing?"

"Falling asleep." Lu Yiming smelled a smell of Chinese medicine on the tip of his nose: "Is this Dad's medicine?"

"This is for Brother Xing. There is still one pack of prescription medicine left over from last time. I fried it up. You can drink ginger soup later and bring it to him. Drink it while it's hot. If the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, we'll take it." Go find Doctor Li."

Mother Lu pointed to the ginger soup on the stove and motioned him to drink it.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the dense rain formed a water curtain, pouring down like a natural waterfall.

tick-

The roof couldn't bear such a heavy rainfall, and a drop of rainwater dripped from the cracked gap, and happened to hit the bowl of ginger soup Lu Yiming was holding.

He looked up at the ceiling. The muddy water had wet the wall, leaving a clearly visible circular water beach. Rainwater slowly gathered in the crack in the center, forming water droplets and falling.

Mother Lu then raised her head, glanced away and looked away, she was already used to it: "It's okay, after I finish boiling the medicine, I can go get a wooden barrel and continue."

While talking, she wrapped the handle of the casserole with heat-insulating cloth, pressed the lid of the pot with the other hand, filtered the thick concoction into a bowl, and handed it to Lu Yiming beside her.

"Send it to him, it will affect the efficacy of the medicine if it gets cold."

The whole room exudes the bitter smell of traditional Chinese medicine. You can tell how bitter the medicine is just by smelling it. He frowned and asked, "Is there any candied fruit?"

Lu's mother was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "Abao has grown up, and he will also learn to love Fulang."

She took out the homemade candied dates from the sealed clay pot, and handed them to Lu Yiming together with the dates and the bowl.

"Is this the jujube tree in the corner of the courtyard?"

"Yes, there were a lot of knots at the beginning of autumn. I was thinking about making some candied dates to satisfy my greed."

Crunchy dates are not easy to keep, she will save some every year, and when he returns, he can still have a good meal, but there is no need to say these words, now that he is safe in front of her, she is content.

After a few more instructions, her eyes followed Lu Yiming away, and the relief on her face was fully revealed.

In any case, it is enough for Ah Bao to forget about Song Yan and accept Brother Xing.

Pei Xing didn't sleep well, he woke up after Lu Yiming left, stared at the door and didn't sleep again.

The alternation of hot and cold was very uncomfortable, the residual temperature of the hot bath dissipated, the coldness in his body exploded again, and the hot air gushed out from his nose, which made him feel uncomfortable all over

The hot air he exhaled got into the bed, and he felt a little stuffy, so he threw the quilt aside, and the whole person folded his arms and shivered in the air, trying to dissipate heat and keep warm.

When Lu Yiming came in, he happened to see this scene, which was distressing and funny.

"Drink the medicine."

He straightened the man upright, put a steaming medicine bowl in his cold palm to warm his hands, and took a pillow and put it on his back, so that it would be more comfortable to lean on.

The other party lowered his head and held the bowl, staring at the dark concoction with hatred on his face, and the word "rejection" clearly appeared on his face.

"Husband~"

Pei Xing softly asked for help, and the sick little guy was even softer and cute, but Lu Yiming was unmoved, it was useless to be cute, and there was no need to discuss the matter of taking medicine.

"Good medicine is bitter and good for disease."

Seeing that there was no hope for help, he had no choice but to bring the bowl to his mouth bit by bit with a bitter face, and swallowed it down.

As long as he drinks it fast, the bitterness will not catch up with him.

In fact, the bitter taste spread rapidly in Bei Bui, Lu Yiming pinched his cheeks and stuffed the candied dates into his mouth with quick eyesight and quick hands.

Bitter and sweet, Pei Xing chewed the pulp, and after a while, the sweetness of candied dates spread in his mouth, and the bitterness was covered with a thin layer of sugar coating. Although the bitterness could not be completely covered, the sweetness was full of around every corner.

There are not many scenes of taking medicine in his memory, and every time it is a bad memory, but this time...he glanced at her husband, it was bitter but sweet.

"Sweet?"

"sweet!"

"That's good."

Twisting the quilt again, he dug out the "Nong Zhi" that was tragically abandoned last night, and sat by the bed to read it to Pei Xing.

His gaze was focused on the book, but he actually paid some attention to someone, such as watching with interest a certain hand that escaped from under the quilt to his sleeve step by step.

With a blank expression on his face, he put the hand back to its original place with no sign of joy or anger, and he was not allowed to move it.

"Be patient, if you are sweating now, you will be alive and kicking tomorrow, otherwise you will have to get an injection, not to mention taking medicine."

Pei Xing recalled Dr. Li's thin and long needles, silently withdrew his eager fingers, but brought along a corner of the fabric from Lu Yiming's clothes.

This time he has learned his lesson, and it belongs to him to hide the things in the nest.

If Lu Yiming knew what Pei Xing was thinking, he would definitely think that the other party was confused, and really thought he was a rabbit.

As night fell, after Pei Xing fell asleep with the sound of reading aloud, Lu Yiming touched his forehead lightly, and his hands were sticky, indicating that he had begun to sweat from his body at this moment.

This is a good thing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the book, gently pulled out the corners of his clothes, stood in the open space and stretched his stiff limbs. After confirming that the other party would not wake up for a while, he turned off the oil lamp and walked out through the door.

"How is Brother Xing?"

"It's okay, the fever is gone."

Simple food was placed on the dinner table, edamame, taro and rice. Lu's father and mother hadn't moved their chopsticks yet, so it was obvious that they were waiting for him to take a seat.

"Why are father and mother back? Didn't the doctor say to rest for a few more days?"

"Where is it not for self-cultivation? It's better to be at home. Why spend so much money in the medical clinic? Besides, you come back safely. My illness can be cured directly by the medicine. It's very good."

"You really are, the doctor told me that we don't need such precious medicinal materials, your filial piety, we received it, but it's better to save the money, in case there is something urgent, you can also prepare it on."

Lu's father's black and yellow face was covered with traces of wind and rain. He understood what the two of them were thinking. If you can save money, you can save it. It doesn't matter if you take medicine or not.

Eating salt-free, oil-free and bland food, Lu Yiming didn't ask any more questions, but he was thinking about how to make money.

He studied computer science in college. After all, he was poor at the time. Although this major was prone to baldness, but the salary was high, but professional knowledge was useless in ancient times, and the survival rules of the last days were not suitable for moving out.

Speaking of which, this place is very important to literati, maybe he can sell a copybook, thanks to the old director of the orphanage forcing them to learn a traditional art, his calligraphy is not bad.

As for the scientific examination, forget it, he can't do this kind of literary knowledge, and he doesn't want to go to the officialdom to intrigue and get tired.

After swallowing this bland meal, he decided to improve the food at home first. It would be okay to eat one or two meals, and his mouth would run away from home after every meal.

"The porridge is in the pot, you can bring it to Brother Xing after you finish eating."

Seeing that he had sprinkled some brown sugar into the porridge, Mother Lu hesitated to speak, and planned to go to the town to find some needlework tomorrow, otherwise this winter would be difficult.

******

The two originally agreed last night to teach Pei Xing to read tonight. Considering the physical condition of a young patient, Lu Yiming vetoed it.

After drinking the porridge and cleaning himself up, he no longer felt the heaviness he felt when he had a fever. Pei Xing wrapped himself in a quilt and turned sideways to peek openly at the figure sitting at his desk in the distance.

He outlines her husband's face with his eyes, a pair of peach blossom eyes drooping under the bushy eyebrows, a shadow cast by the high bridge of the nose, and those thin lips that are lightly pursed, it must be very good-looking when he smiles.

After taking a bath, Lu Yiming didn't tie his hair up any more. His long black hair drooped naturally. As he bent down, a strand of beautiful hair slipped from his ear and caught his right hand, which was scribbling, like a lingering lover.

Lu Yiming put down his pen and caught a certain rabbit that was peeping and running away.

"Where are your clothes?"

"what?"

Aren't his clothes in the dowry box?Pei Xing suddenly remembered a detail. The husband seemed to have taken the clothes from the closet before, and his suitcase was placed under the single person.

The boy lifted the quilt and took a look. He didn't notice it before, it didn't seem to be his clothes!If it's not his then it's...

Two blushes floated on his cheeks, and he pulled the quilt over his head as if to cover his ears and steal the bell. This underwear was worn by his husband. Thinking of this, he felt as if his body was getting hot again.

"Come out, don't get bored."

When Pei Xing slowly revealed his eyes from the quilt, Lu Yiming had already found the suitcase where he put his clothes. The suitcase looked smaller than a 16-inch suitcase.

He opened the box, and there were two sets of coarse cloth clothes inside, which had already been washed and turned white, and the cuffs of the other set were still patched. He frowned and took out the clothes, intending to move them to the closet.

"do not......"

Pei Xing was not able to stop it in time, a picture album fell from it, and all the content he was looking at fell into his husband's eyes. When he saw the other party bent down to pick up the picture album, he pulled the quilt over his round head again as if fleeing.

He has no face.