After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

In the quiet infusion room, Fu Chenyan sat on a chair and watched the nurse give him an injection.

"Why don't you pay attention to such a high fever," said the nurse sister. "A high fever can cause many problems. Don't feel that you are young and don't care."

"By the way, is the person who accompanied you just now your family member? I think he looks very anxious."

"It's a classmate." Fu Chenyan said.

"Student?" The sister nurse was a little surprised. "The relationship should be very good, right? I think he was about to cry in the emergency room just now. I'm afraid something might happen to you."

Fu Chenyan smiled lightly and said, "Well, the relationship is very good."

"It must be a strong relationship to be able to accompany you to the hospital under such heavy rain," the nurse sister said with a smile. "There are three bottles in total. Call me when you are about to finish."

"Well, thank you."

There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the empty infusion room. Fu Chenyan leaned back in the chair, with the back of his hand against his forehead. His face was sickly pale, and he looked weak and fragile.

After closing his eyes and squinting for a while, Bian Cong came back.

"Fu Chenyan? Are you still alive?"

Fu Chenyan put his hands down, opened his eyes and looked at him, "Alive."

Biancong sighed softly, and sat down beside him, "Just now I almost thought you were dead, and I didn't even ask you to agree."

Fu Chenyan smiled: "Don't worry."

"Who's worried?" Bian Cong curled his lips, "I'm not worried about you, I'm just afraid of being condemned by my conscience."

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say," Fu Chenyan looked at him with half-closed eyes, "Where's uncle?"

"I let him go back first," Bian Cong said, "You have to call for a while anyway, he can't help you here, and my mother is still at home alone."

"Then why don't you go back?"

"I, I'm not afraid that if you die alone, it will be on the news tomorrow, saying that a certain man sent someone to the hospital on a rainy night and left him alone. I don't want to be famous."

"Besides, I'm at the same table anyway, I'm not so cruel as to die."

"Okay," Fu Chenyan smiled, "Then thank you Mr. Bian, an enthusiastic citizen."

"No thanks, no thanks, just to carry forward the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation."

Fu Chenyan didn't speak any more. His eyelids are heavy now and his head hurts.

It was still raining outside, so he got up and closed the window behind him, and then came back to sit.

Fu Chenyan has already fallen asleep. He sleeps beautifully, with his eyes closed quietly, and his expression is not as cold as when he woke up. He looks a bit obedient for no reason.

Bian Cong stared at him for a while, and couldn't help but raised his hand to poke his face, it felt good.

Time passed quickly, after Bian Cong played with his mobile phone for a while, he looked up and saw that the drip had run out, so he called for a nurse to replace Fu Chenyan with another bottle.

"Nurse sister, when will his fever subside?" Bian Cong asked.

"It's almost time to go back after the injection," said the nurse sister. "If you have a fever caused by catching a cold, don't worry too much, it's fine."

"Oh, thank you," Bian Cong looked at Fu Chenyan, and said, "Sister Nurse, do you have a blanket? I'm afraid he'll catch a cold again."

"Yes, come and get it with me."

Bian Cong followed the sister nurse to get a blanket to cover him.

If you are bored, you will easily get sleepy, so you yawned and took the schoolbag aside and took this exercise book.

Anyway, I'm idle, let's do a few questions.

Open the exercises, take out the mechanical pencil from the bag, and start working on the questions.

Fu Chenyan woke up halfway through the third bottle of drip. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Bian Cong who was sitting next to him.With his head down, he was looking at a math problem with great hatred, and he was still mumbling and didn't know what to say.

Fu Chenyan twitched the corner of his mouth, didn't speak, just looked at him so quietly.

Looking at it, he couldn't help laughing.Because Bian Cong is too funny to do the questions, he likes to write all the questions first with a solution, and dubbing while writing.

Solution, colon.

What kind of stupid question is this, right?

Why did you choose C for this question?The answer is wrong.

No option?It must be wrong.

"That's right," Fu Chenyan said in a slightly hoarse voice, "C is the choice."

Bian Cong was stunned for a second, then turned to look at him, "Are you awake?"

"Well," Fu Chenyan sat up straight, "what are you doing?"

"Study." Bian Cong picked up the exercise book and showed him the cover.

"So hardworking."

"Who is like you," he muttered in a low voice, and continued to read the questions, "He has the aura of the protagonist, and he doesn't study for 680."

"What protagonist halo?"

"..."

"It's nothing," Bian Cong turned to the page of the answer, and said casually, "I'm praising you for being smart."

"You're smart too."

"It's up to you to say."

"..."

Bian Cong looked at the question for a while, then asked again: "Aren't you going to call home?"

Fu Chenyan leaned on the chair and looked at him. Because of illness, he said lazily, "Huh?"

"Well, what, um, why are you going back later, why don't you call and ask your dad to pick you up?"

"Well, don't fight."

"..."

Bian Cong didn't know how to answer the question for a while, he hesitated for a long time, and drew a circle on the stem of the question with a mechanical pencil, and he asked, "Do you have a bad relationship with your father?"

Fu Chenyan didn't say anything, which was a tacit consent.

After being quiet for a while, he took the initiative to say, "My dad remarried."

"Your stepmother treats you badly?" Bian Cong asked.

"Why do you say that?"

Bian Cong paused, closed the book, and turned to look at him, "If it was nice to you, you wouldn't come out and live by yourself, would you?"

Fu Chenyan didn't speak, Bian Cong asked again: "How long have you lived alone?"

"I moved out when I was in middle school." Fu Chenyan said.

"Then you are usually sick, what should you do?"

"I seldom get sick," Fu Chenyan said, "Occasionally I have a fever and take a tablet and sleep well."

Bian Cong was inexplicably angry, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep? Then why didn't you feel better this time!"

"..."

"You really shouldn't have brought you to the hospital and let you burn yourself to death. Fu Chenyan, do you have a serious brain disease?" Bian Cong said angrily, "I don't care about my body, why don't you just sleep , Let me tell you, it was your fate before, if you change to today's situation, you may have been completely cold when you were discovered."

"I do not......"

"There's nothing wrong with you. Fu Chenyan, your behavior is irresponsible to yourself. It's a fluke mentality. Tell me, if it's really like today that you can't get up because of the fever, can you just sleep?"

"..."

"I was wrong."

His sudden statement that I was wrong made Bian never know what to say.

He said sullenly: "Anyway, I'm not the one who is sick and uncomfortable. If I didn't just meet you, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

Fu Chenyan hung up all three bottles of drip, and after the nurse pulled out the needle, he asked him to sit for a while before leaving.

Bian Cong looked at him, then went to the window to make a phone call.

Ten minutes later, Dad Bian came.

"Let's go." Bian Cong said.

Fu Chenyan: "No need, I'll take a taxi back by myself."

"..."

"What kind of car are you taking!" Dad Bian smiled, "Uncle will take you home."

"Why do you go back?" Bian Cong took his schoolbag and left, "There is no one at his house, so why go back, you are in a daze."

"Why is there no one at home?" Papa Bian asked, "Where are your parents?"

"I......"

"His parents are busy," Bian Cong took his words and said, "He lives alone, so he can't eat every day."

Fu Chenyan: "..."

"Oh, how can this work?" Papa Bian looked distressed, "Then don't go back today, you see that you are still sick, and it is raining outside, so today, go to uncle's house to stay for one night until the illness is completely cured , go home by yourself."

"Do not......"

"Oh, needless to say," Bian's father directly grabbed his shoulders and walked out, "I'm going to stay at my uncle's house for one night, just in time to try your aunt's handicrafts."

Seeing that he still wanted to refuse, Bian Cong said directly: "Don't think too much, I just want to help people to the end, and I don't want to be in the headlines of social news."

Fifteen minutes later, Fu Chenyan followed Bian Cong into his house.

Song Wan was packing things next to the shelf, when she heard the sound, she came over, "Huh? This is it?"

"Student Bian Cong," Bian's father said, "I'm sick and have a fever. I just got the injection, and it's raining outside and there's no one at home. I heard there's no food, so I brought a piece back."

Song Wan groaned, and looked up and down at Fu Chenyan.

"Mom, don't you always ask me to bring my tablemate back for dinner?" Bian Cong said, "I won't bring you this one, it's just him, Fu Chenyan."

"You are classmate Fu Chenyan, no wonder I said you look familiar," Song Wan smiled, "Come in, come in."

"Hello Auntie."

"Hello, hello, have you eaten? Are you hungry?"

"I haven't eaten yet after the injection," Bian Cong said, "Mom, show him your hand and take care of the sick."

"Of course it's okay. Let your classmate go to the room and lie down for a while. You must have no strength if you have a fever. It's cold here, so go warm up."

"Mom, don't put chili in your cooking later, he doesn't eat spicy food."

"Oh, I know. If you have a fever, you must eat something lighter." Song Wan looked at Fu Chenyan and asked softly, "Shen Yan, what do you want to eat? Tell auntie, auntie will make it for you." .”

"Auntie, don't bother."

"Oh, no trouble, no trouble," said Dad Bian, "If you want to eat, just tell your aunt, your aunt cooks delicious food, order whatever you want."

Bian Cong: "Cherish the opportunity, this is the privilege of your sick number, I didn't get this treatment before."

Fu Chenyan was a little cautious, he smiled and said, "Auntie, just look at it."

"That's all right, then Auntie will give you the best one," Song Wan said before going to the kitchen, "Stop standing there, both of you, and hurry up and take your classmate to your room to rest. call you."

"Let's go, patient," Bian Cong looked at Fu Chenyan, "I'll take you to rest for a while."

Fu Chenyan followed Bian Cong to his room.

"Still uncomfortable?" Bian Cong took off his schoolbag and put it on the table, "Do you want to lie down for a while?"

Fu Chenyan shook his head and looked at Bian Cong's room.

"Don't look blindly," Bian Cong leaned on the table, looking like a big brother, "Fu Chenyan, I'm afraid you might misunderstand, so I want to reiterate to you that I brought you to my house today purely to see that you are a sick number. If you are afraid that you will starve to death without food when you go home, don’t think too much about it.”

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Chenyan smiled, "Afraid that I will fall in love with you?"

"..."

"roll roll roll."

"Bian Cong."

Bian never replied angrily, "What are you doing?"

"You are very special." Fu Chenyan said seriously.

"What's so special? I have three eyes?"

Fu Chenyan shook his head, speaking slowly: "It's special in my heart."

Bian Cong suddenly felt his face was a little hot, and his heartbeat also inexplicably accelerated.

"Crazy, you, I suspect that your fever hasn't subsided, or you'd be stupid," Bian Cong said stutteringly, "I, I'll go out and get you a thermometer, and you just stay there."

He fled the room as if fleeing.

Fu Chenyan was waiting in his room. He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the calendar on the table.

A few minutes later, Bian Cong returned with a thermometer.

"Here, measure it yourself."

"I do not know."

"..."

"Okay! Then I'll measure it for you. Stretch your head over. Can you keep your head down?"

Fu Chenyan bowed his head obediently.

Bian Cong took the thermometer and whispered in his ear, and then looked at it, "37 degrees five, no fever, you are fine, Fu Chenyan."

"Ah."

"Since it's okay, you can go home after dinner, anyway, your home is not far away."

"But it's raining."

"What's the matter with the rain, don't you still get caught in the rain?"

"..."

"Why? Do you want to hang on?"

"No."

"Then you can leave after dinner, before it's too late."

"Oh."

After a while, Song Wan knocked on the door and called them to eat.

At the dining table, Song Wan put a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup in front of Fu Chenyan, and said, "If you are sick, you must have no taste in your mouth. Try this noodle. Don't look bland, but it actually has a strong taste. Eat it and see how it tastes." Not to taste."

"Thank you auntie."

Bian Cong: "Mom, you are biased, what about mine?"

"Go and serve it yourself, it's in the pot."

"..."

"Okay! I'll fill it myself, I'm not my own!" Bian Cong muttered, and filled it in the pot by himself.

Song Wan was worried, and instructed: "Be careful of burning!"

"Know it!"

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and said to Fu Chenyan, "No thanks, no thanks, why are you being so polite, try it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold."

"En." Fu Chenyan picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth.

"How is it? Is it still in your taste?"

"Well, it's delicious."

"Eat more if it tastes good, if it's not enough, I'll cook it for you," Song Wan looked at him lovingly, "Does your head still hurt? Is it still uncomfortable?"

Fu Chenyan shook his head.

"Has the fever gone?" Song Wan raised his hand to touch his forehead, "Well, it's not burning anymore, it should be the fever is gone, I'll take a pill when I go to bed, and sweat under the quilt, it will be fine tomorrow ,fine."

Song Wan also said: "It's been raining and cold in the past few days. If you accidentally kick the quilt at night, you will easily get sick. You should pay attention to it in the future. I think the temperature will drop in the next few days. You should wear more clothes when you go to school." Order some clothes."

Fu Chenyan nodded and looked up at Song Wan.

Her eyes were gentle and loving, which made him feel inexplicably sour. He didn't know if it was because of his illness. Looking at him, Fu Chenyan thought of his mother.

In my memory, he had a fever when he was a child, and his mother took his temperature in the same way.

Fu Chenyan's throat tightened, his nose sore, and tears almost fell out.

He lowered his head and buried his head very low.

Bian came back from serving rice at this time, he looked at Fu Chenyan, and said, "My mother's cooked noodles are so delicious, your face is almost buried in the bowl."

Fu Chenyan nodded vigorously, with imperceptible sobs in his voice, "It's delicious."

From hearing the emotion in his voice, he saw that Fu Chenyan's eye circles were obviously red when he looked up again.

Bian Cong was slightly startled, not knowing what to say, he hastily handed him the egg in his bowl, "I'll give you another egg, you need to fill it up, it'll be ready soon."

Fu Chenyan pursed his lips, his voice was a little astringent, "Yes."

The two of them ate this bowl of noodles very peacefully. While eating the noodles, they kept their heads down and peeked at Fu Chenyan from time to time. He ate very slowly, as if he was savoring each noodle. At the end of the meal, he didn't even have the noodle soup. left.

"Are you still eating?"

Fu Chenyan shook his head and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Then shall I take you home or stay later?"

Fu Chenyan stopped wiping his mouth, "Go home?"

"Ah, otherwise you want to live here?"

"..."

After the two sat for a while, Bian Cong took the umbrella and prepared to send him home.

Song Wan just happened to come down from upstairs, and when she saw it, she asked, "Hey? It's still raining, why are you two going?"

"Send him home."

"Why are you going home?" Song Wan hurried over, "It's still raining outside, and besides, Shen Yan has a fever and hasn't cured himself, so what if he's still freezing."

"It's okay, Mom, he's not that delicate."

"No, no, it's getting so late, don't go," Song Wan asked Fu Chenyan for advice, "Let's stay at Auntie's house for the rest of the night, and go to school with Bian Cong tomorrow."

"No......"

"Okay, sorry for the trouble, Auntie."

The two of them spoke at the same time, and they were completely dumbfounded by Fu Chenyan's words before they finished speaking.

He looked at him in disbelief and said, "What did you just say? You want to live here?"

"Bian Cong, I'm going to disturb you all night." Fu Chenyan said.

"?"

In the bedroom, while looking at the extra quilt on the bed, and Fu Chenyan who was sitting on the sofa next to him, he felt mixed feelings.

what happened?

Am I going to sleep with him now?

This bastard did it on purpose, didn't he still clamor to go home when he was in the hospital, why is he still hanging on now?

Shouldn't you be relying on me?

Bian Cong became angrier as he thought about it, and stared at him, "Fu Chenyan, get over here and make the bed."

Fu Chenyan went over, took the quilt in his hand and shook it.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

"what?"

"You still pretend to me! Why don't you go home."

"I was afraid that if I had a fever again at home, no one would find out, and I would die."

"...Are you still afraid of death?"

Fu Chenyan nodded, "I'm afraid."

"Fuck me..." Bian Cong couldn't get angry, and threw a pillow at him, "Fu Chenyan, you are a fucking dog, you sleep on the floor tonight, I won't sleep with you."

Fu Chenyan walked away easily, "Okay, but the floor tiles are a bit cold and I'm afraid I'll have a fever again, can you get another quilt?"

"...You should burn to death."

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Bian Cong turned over.

He couldn't fall asleep, listening to the shallow breathing behind him, let alone falling asleep.

"Fu Chenyan." Bian Cong called him.

"Ok?"

"What are you doing?"

"sleep."

Bian Cong turned over again and lay flat.

"Can't sleep?" Fu Chenyan asked.

"Can't sleep."

Fu Chenyan looked at him, it was no longer raining outside the window, the moon came out, and the moonlight came in through the curtains and fell on his face.

The side eyelashes are very long and flicker when you blink.

The bed is very wide, with two people on one side, and a wide gap in the middle, which can accommodate another person.

Fu Chenyan moved his body and moved towards him.

"What do you want?" Bian Cong tilted his head to stare at him, "Go back and stay away from me."

Fu Chenyan turned over and closed his eyes, "I'm asleep, good night."

"You did it on purpose." Bian Cong glanced at him and fell asleep.

"Wake up, wake up, who made you sleep," Bian Cong kicked him, "Go back, turn your head back, don't face me."

Fu Chenyan remained motionless.

"Are you still pretending to be dead?" Bian Cong kicked him again.

The corners of Fu Chenyan's mouth curled up and he didn't speak.

"Fu Chenyan, you can do it! Let me tell you, I don't sleep honestly at night, just wait for me! See if I don't kick you to death."

After finishing speaking, Bian Cong turned over angrily, leaving his back for him.

In the darkness, after Biancong's breathing stabilized, Fu Chenyan slowly opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "Good night, Biancong."

In the early morning of the next day, Bian Cong was woken up by the familiar alarm clock, turned off the alarm clock in a daze, and turned over, only to realize that there should be someone else on the bed.

Thinking of this, Bian Cong woke up in an instant. He opened his eyes and looked to the side, but there was no one.

Could it be that he was kicked under the bed last night?

He looked under the bed again, but there was no one there.

Where did that man go?

Just as he was thinking, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

Fu Chenyan came out, saw him and said, "Are you awake?"

"..."

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Fu Chenyan thought that he hadn't woken up, so he put on his coat and said, "I'm going down first, get up quickly, or you'll be late later."

While in a daze from the whole process, he looked at Fu Chenyan and said to himself, this guy regards this place as his home?

After Fu Chenyan went out, Bian Cong got up to get dressed.He lifted the quilt and was about to take his pants when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Time freezes, and the edge becomes petrified.

Three seconds later, he grabbed the quilt and pulled it over.

After calming down for a while, he lifted the quilt to have a look again.

There was a knock on the door at this time, Bian Cong was startled, and immediately covered himself with a quilt.

Fu Chenyan didn't come in, he knocked on the door a few times and said: "Bian Cong, Auntie called you down for dinner, pack up quickly, or you'll be late later."

"Ah, I, I see."

After Fu Chenyan left, Bian Cong sat on the bed for a few seconds. He scratched his messy hair. Suddenly, his mind remembered something like an electric shock.

He seemed to have a dream last night.

In the dream, he dreamed of Fu Chenyan.

dreaming about him...

While recalling last night's dream in his mind, his face turned red. He lifted the quilt again to look at himself, and finally put on his pants and went into the bathroom with a blushing face.

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