sickness

"are you awake?"

Zang Bai knocked lightly on the door, and a weak voice came from inside: "Well, come in."

Zang Bai didn't go in, and asked Lin Bochuan through the open door: "Are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

"Well, let's eat."

Not long after, Zang Bai took the dinner plate and went upstairs.Lin Bochuan had already put on his clothes and sat on the sofa.Zang Bai put the dinner plate on the coffee table next to the sofa, a night of wonton soup, a plate of dessert, and a can of canned oranges.

Lin Bochuan ate a few mouthfuls of wontons, and ate a whole piece of shrimp tail from the stuffing. It was very fragrant and fresh, and asked, "Did you make it?"

"No, auntie made it. Said there were some shrimp and beef left over from Christmas, and she used them all. Wontons won't go bad if they're frozen."

"Oh, I haven't eaten this at home before, I thought you made it."

Zang Bai was inexplicably disappointed by Lin Bochuan's murmured tone, and pointed to the plate of delicate desserts: "I brought this home today, I didn't expect Miss Sun's desserts to be so good, try it?"

Lin Bochuan put down his chopsticks, and took a small fork to fork a lotus flower cake with the best appearance, but he didn't put it in his mouth, and then handed it to Zang Bai.

Zang Bai was taken aback for a moment, of course he knew it meant to let him eat, but what he didn't understand was what Lin Bochuan was doing.To please him?so direct?Thinking of this, the awkward mood that has been haunting me recently reappeared.He was uncomfortable, but he didn't want Lin Bochuan to see it. He wanted to return to the previous way of getting along.

"Why, let me give you a taste, afraid that I will poison you to death?"

"Then I'm dead. I've swallowed all the wontons I just ate." There was no sarcasm, no needle pointing at the wheat awn, and he said it tolerantly, and even smiled gently at him, which made Zang Bai don't know what to do. Let's go on with this.

Lin Bochuan sent the lotus cake to him again: "It tastes better if you eat it separately. It's boring to eat alone." Lin Bochuan fed the lotus cake into his mouth and forked a soybean Cake, "Do you not like sweets?"

"Ah."

"Where's the can?" Lin Bochuan opened the can, found a cup and poured out half of it for Zang Bai.

"This is fine."

Lin Bochuan leaned on the sofa by himself and ate the canned food most seriously, sucking up the last drop of sweet juice.

Zang Bai saw that he really likes to eat this: "Do you still want to eat? There are still cans."

"Don't eat it. Why do you have this at home?"

"Don't remember? Last time you had a high fever and asked for food, Uncle Hua went to buy it."

Lin Bochuan felt embarrassed: "I don't really remember. I have a high fever and often talk nonsense. I heard Uncle Hua said that you took care of me for a long time that day. Did I say anything strange?"

"...It's nothing. It's just clamoring for canned food."

Hearing this, he was not relieved, and still felt embarrassed to show that side in front of Zang Bai.

"In fact, when I was sick and had a fever when I was a child, my mother gave me canned food. She didn't take me to the hospital, thinking that injections and medicines would be harmful, and said that eating canned food would cure a fever. At that time, people who ate cold and sweet sugar water It will be much more comfortable, maybe subconsciously I have always believed that canned food can cure fever."

Zang Bai thought, if Lin Bochuan had a cold and fever when he was a child, he would just eat some canned raw food and carry it over without going to the hospital or taking medicine. For a child, it would be too cruel.

"Then you were quite pitiful when you were young."

Lin Bochuan saw the sympathy in Zang Bai's eyes, but he didn't mean that when he said this, he just explained the reason for his gaffe... Forget it.

"What about you, what did you eat when you were sick?"

"Take medicine."

Lin Bochuan smiled wryly: "Sorry, I'm not so clear-headed now, and I said something stupid."

Zang Bai didn't care, and continued talking about his childhood.

"When I was young, I was not afraid of injections, but I was afraid of taking medicine. The injection hurts a little, and it takes a long time to take a bite of medicine. My dad said that injections are over-treatment. Unless the fever is [-] degrees, he only asks the doctor to give me medicine. My mother is responsible for coaxing me to eat it, wrapping it in candies for a while, and wrapping it in desserts for a while, when I see sweets now, I will subconsciously think it is bitter."

"Hahaha, you are miserable too."

"Yeah, children have no dignity."

"I really can't see how your mother has so many thoughts."

"Your mother is so beautiful, what's her name?"

"Lan Xin."

"Hui Zhi Lan Xin, it's simple, elegant and nice, but it's a pity..." Zang Bai almost said something inappropriate, so he quickly stopped talking.

"But she is much happier now living in her own world. It must have caused me some trouble, but I am her son, and I should."

Zang Bai stared at Lin Bochuan carefully with wide eyes: "This is how you look at this matter, you really can think about it."

……

The two of them chatted until late at night, from now to when they were young, and then from when they were young to now, they have never chatted so peacefully before, and they did not expect to be able to chat quite well.

Several times Zang Bai gave him water to drink, and when he touched his hot fingers, he wanted to persuade him not to inject injections again.Be a good person, why do you have to do this.But he has no way to intervene, this is Lin Bochuan's personal choice, and he has no position to interfere.Other things are easy to talk about, but this is the only thing that he can't persuade, as if to stop Lin Bochuan and Zang Bai is betraying himself.

Christmas is over, and New Years is coming in a blink of an eye. Lin Bochuan refused the Lin family's New Year's banquet and his friends' invitations to celebrate because of his health, but the family was busier than usual.Not only did Zang Bai and Bai Yuzhen join in the New Year's Eve together, a call from the mountain said that Lin's mother was doing well, and Lin Bochuan asked Uncle Hua to bring his mother back.

Although Lin Bochuan was sick, he was happier than usual.In the new year, not only has his career improved, his relationship with Zang Bai has eased, even his mother's condition has also improved.Maybe it's because of getting married. Compared with the past, life is indeed a lot different, and a lot of good things have happened.

With the end of the countdown to the New Year's Eve on TV, after the climax of the New Year's arrival, the joy of the festival gradually fell silent, replaced by the silence of the night.The driver sent Bai Yuzhen back to Qiurong Road, and Uncle Hua went to resettle Mama Lin, while the nanny was cleaning up the leftovers on the table...

Zang Bai walked to the side of Lin Bochuan who had been holding on all night, and said softly, "Everyone is cleaning up, you go and rest."

Lin Bochuan looked sideways and looked up, and Zang Bai saw his eyes that were reddened by fever, as if he had cried.Lin Bochuan stood up and coughed twice: "Come with me, I have something for you."

"what?"

He didn't answer, and walked upstairs slowly.Zang Bai followed behind him and followed him into the study.Lin Bochuan gathered his clothes, bent down and took out a large hard box from the cabinet under the bookshelf, one meter square, but not thick, and there was no writing on the box, so he couldn't tell what it was.

"New Year's gift, for you."

Zang Bai opened the box and removed the stuffing inside, and underneath was a large square wrapped in kraft paper.After touching the edge of the square, it was too familiar, Zang Bai carefully tore open the kraft paper, and it turned out to be a painting.

He was a little surprised when he took it all apart. This was Qiao Liang's early work "Spring" that was auctioned for a sky-high price.In his early years, his painting style was not as realistic as it is now, and more impressionistic, so this oil painting with the theme of "spring" does not have any special and specific things, it is all composed of colors.But just these layered and mixed colors can also feel a rather specific sense of life.

It is rare for Lin Bochuan to give gifts that are not for social purposes.It took a lot of effort to think about what Zang Bai likes, and to get this painting, but he looked at Zang Bai's expressionless face except for the initial surprise, and couldn't even ask "Do you like it?"

"Wait for me." After Zang Bai finished speaking, he took the painting and went downstairs.

Soon he came up again, holding an oil painting of similar size in his hand, which was exactly the oil painting that Lin Bochuan had seen before with his mother as a model.

Zang Bai didn't know what kind of mentality he had in drawing such a picture.It has been a while since the painting was finished. At first he wanted to give it to Mama Lin, but considering her mental state and not knowing whether it would be a burden to her, he didn't rush to give it to her.Later he wanted to give it to Lin Bochuan, but he couldn't do it no matter what.

"I didn't prepare any presents, so I will give you a gift in return."

Lin Bochuan took it over, the colors were fuller than last time, and the theme of the painting was "life".

Seeing Lin Bochuan looking at it so carefully, Zang Bai was very embarrassed: "Although it is not as valuable as the painting you gave me now, maybe it will be in the future."

"Really, artist." Lin Bochuan smiled and hung up the painting.

"Believe it or not, many painters only sell their works at sky-high prices after their death. You have to keep them well..."

"Don't talk nonsense." Before Zang Bai finished speaking, Lin Bochuan interrupted him and gave him a stern look.

"Your painting is very good. I like this gift very much." Lin Bochuan said, he had just admired it up close, and now he is standing a little further away, looking at it carefully.

Zang Bai could see that he really liked it, not just perfunctory.He looked so carefully, so engrossed, as if he was reading everything Zang Bai wanted to express, and he understood it.This made Zang Bai's heart beat faster, his work was recognized, his time and hard work were appreciated, and he had a sense of satisfaction that he had never experienced before, which made his blood boil a little.

"Why is your face so red?" Lin Bochuan suddenly turned his head and saw that Zang Bai was inexplicably red from face to neck.

Zang Bai touched his face, it was still hot, he said in a panic, "Your face is also very red."

"I have a fever."

"The heater in the study is too hot, you don't feel the fever yourself."

Lin Bochuan saw that Zang Bai was embarrassed, so he didn't get too entangled, but asked again: "Is the matter about the house settled?"

Zang Bai took it easy: "Well, my fourth sister came back today, and she agreed to transfer the property at 2 o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"That's good, we can all feel at ease when this matter is over."

Zang Bai looked at him: "Lin Bochuan..."

"what happened?"

"Thank you."