San Fu

When he was a child, Duan Ling liked to pretend to be sick, lying on the bed frowning and moaning, the old uncles and aunts were in a hurry, cooking whatever they wanted, and talking softly.

"Your body really needs to be exercised. You can see that he is extraordinary. He never gets sick and doesn't make people anxious!"

Duan Feifei always remembers what the old aunt said very clearly. He is indeed rarely sick. It is said that his father has brought him rough since he was a child. He has a good physique and strong resistance.

But after the old aunt said this, he basically didn't get sick.

Until the last time he was hospitalized, it was the time when he was in the hospital since he was a child, the most people came and went, old uncle, old aunt, Duan Ling, classmates...

It was also the most stressful one.

I don't know if God wants to train him or Jiang Kuo. He never takes fever seriously, and he can pass it if he supports it. If he can't, he just takes two pills. He actually gave him a dizziness.

The life I never had can't take care of myself.

The muscles of the whole body are tense, and the bones are a little sore.

My mind is chaotic, and when I fall asleep, there are still shaking figures.

Many figures are Jiang Kuo.

Jiang Kuo in the dream was talking all the time, feeling like he had never been so talkative.

You are miserable enough, do you carry yourself every time you get sick?Others are pretending to be sick, but you are pretending not to be sick.

Yes.

It's the first time someone waits on you like this, so it feels pretty good.

alright.

Don't you feel like you don't want to recover from your illness? You can always be vulnerable if you are always sick.

Yes.

I am also very tired taking care of you.

See it.

My hand is almost broken.

how come?

look at my hands.

Jiang Kuo stretched out his hand in front of him, and he saw a round ball in front of Jiang Kuo's wrist, like a doraemon, without hands at all.

fuck!

It was almost unexpected that a good dream suddenly turned into a nightmare.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

After the dizziness in the light slowly passed, he saw a pile of hair.

I was shocked again.

What the hell is this?

The hair swirl, this hair swirl made up of one and a half swirls looks familiar.

Is it Jiang Kuo?

He moved, trying to prop his head up to see what was going on. His last memory was Jiang Kuo sitting on the edge of the bed talking to him...

The atmosphere was warm, with a sense of intimacy that he resisted somewhat.

But then he lost his memory and fell asleep.

When he moved, the hair spinner suddenly moved.

Then Jiang Kuo raised his head.

"I...fuck..." Jiang Kuo's expression was very painful, "Did I twist my waist...my hand...let go."

When Duan Feifei said "hands", he suddenly felt his hands were sore, the soreness from chopping beef with a knife all afternoon.

Then I felt something in my hand.

Realizing that Jiang Kuo's right hand was clutched in his left hand, and Jiang Kuo's fingertips were red from his grasp, he was startled, let go of his hand and sat up.

Because of a burst of dizziness, he slammed into the wall next to him again.

thump.

"Ah..." Jiang Kuo was half lying on the bedside, holding his right hand in his left hand, with a painful expression on his face, "Is my hand broken?"

Duan Feifei noticed that he was half kneeling on one leg and the other leg was still on the stairs. With this weird posture, he seemed to be asleep just now.

"Sorry." Duan Feifei squeezed the center of his brows, and reached out to see Jiang Kuo's hand.

"Don't, don't, don't..." Jiang Kuo said in a row, "It's numb, it still hurts..."

Duan Feifan had no choice but to lean on the bed and lean over to have a look. Jiang Kuo's fingertips were congested and red, but the place he grabbed had lost some blood. Now the blood was slowly returning, and his hands were white and red.

"Move around, gently," he said.

"Lie down," Jiang Kuo said, "I'm afraid you'll get dizzy and hit me again."

"I'm not dizzy anymore." Duan Feifei said.

"When you hit the wall with your head, I was afraid that the wall would collapse." Jiang Kuo said, "You don't have to pretend to be with me, and you don't have to worry about causing trouble to me. I don't know how to take care of people anyway. I never thought of that .”

Duan Feifei laughed.

Supporting the bed with his left hand, Jiang Kuo slowly sat up straight, returned his hand and beat his head twice on the back of his waist, moved his fingers on his right hand, and frowned again: "I rely on this numbness..."

"Shall I help you recover quickly?" Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo looked at him: "Quick?"

"It's fine if you shake it twice yourself." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo frowned: "I feel numb even if I move a millimeter..."

Duan Feifei didn't wait for him to finish, grabbed his hand, and squeezed his hand up and down twice with lightning speed.

"Ahhhhhh..." Jiang Kuo gritted his teeth.

Then he held his hand and rubbed it sparingly.

"Ahhhhhhhh...Your uncle." Jiang Kuo said.

In the end, he grabbed his hand and shook it twice, shaking off the last bit of numbness on his arm.

"How is it?" Duan Feifei looked at him.

"...Okay." Jiang Kuo said, "I usually don't use this method when I die in less than a second."

"Your leg will go numb for a while." Duan Feifei pointed to his right leg which was still crossed under it.

"Don't shake my leg." Jiang Kuo warned him.

"I don't have that ability." Duan Feifei said with a smile.

"I'll go down first," Jiang Kuo turned half a circle to straighten his legs, which had been pressed for an unknown amount of time, and stepped on the stairs, "What time is it?"

Duan Feifei glanced at the sky outside the window, it was still dark: "About two or three o'clock."

Jiang Kuo jumped down from the stairs, staggered for a while, and then began to run back and forth in the room with a face of pain. After running two or three times, he supported the table and kicked his legs, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief: "It's over."

"Go back to the dormitory and sleep." Duan Feifei moved his neck, not feeling too dizzy, he moved to the bedside, helped Jiang Kuo's hand, and went down the stairs, "I'm already much better, no need Leave me alone."

"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "Are you hungry?"

Before Duan Feifei could answer, his stomach rushed to answer first.

"Hungry." He said, "The way you ask, do you have something to eat?"

"Yes," Jiang Kuo immediately gave way to the table, "Ma Xiao said you would be hungry, so I asked you to buy some porridge, so I bought it."

"Jiang Youqian, you are a great savior." Duan Feifei took the small quilt on the recliner and draped it over, and walked over.

"But it must be cold," Jiang Kuo said, "it must be hot."

"It's okay, just bring Uncle Zhao's small induction cooker and pot over here." Duan Feifan excitedly opened the plastic bag, took out a lunch box, and took a look. Yes, the yellow millet porridge is very appetizing.

He held out the second lunch box expectantly, looked at it, it was...white, and judging from the decoration, it was a bowl of...preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

With the last glimmer of hope, he picked up the last lunch box.

Red rice porridge.

"How?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Very good," Duan Feifei nodded, and gave him a thumbs up again, "I'll get dressed first."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo bowed his head and took out all the disposable tableware that came with it in the bag.

Duan Feifei pulled out a pair of trousers from the closet and put them on.

It’s right to eat a little vegetarian for a cold or a fever, but three servings of vegetarian food are piled up on top of each other, which really makes people speechless. It seems that Ma Xiao ordered to buy porridge, but did not order other dry goods. So Jiang Youqian bought three portions of porridge in one go.

"I knew it." Jiang Kuo said suddenly.

"Huh?" Duan Feifei turned around while putting on his clothes.

"I've lost my appetite." Jiang Kuo sat on a chair with his arms folded, looking at the three servings of porridge on the table, with a displeased expression on his face, "I wanted to get some braised pork from the beginning, Ma Xiao said I have to drink porridge, I don’t know what to think, my mind is full of porridge, so I ordered all three porridges along the way.”

"I don't have any appetite." Duan Feifei tugged at his clothes and opened the lid of the millet porridge. "It's delicious. I can eat all three bowls now."

Jiang Kuo looked at him, and after a while he said, "Duan Feifan."

"Yes." Duan Feifei replied.

"When people are sick, they are the most fragile, unreasonable and delicate." Jiang Kuo said.

"Really." Duan Feifei smiled.

"You are sick, have a fever, and are dizzy," Jiang Kuo looked at him, "You know you can't eat too much greasy food, but you don't want to eat so vegetarian, so you are very disappointed when you see three bowls of porridge."

Duan Feifan also looked at him, not understanding what it meant.

"Tell me," Jiang Kuo said, "Jiang Kuo."

"Jiang Kuo." Duan Feifei said.

"I don't want to have a whole porridge feast," Jiang Kuo said.

"...I don't want to have a whole porridge feast." Duan Feifei said.

"I want to eat something else." Jiang Kuo said.

"Maybe not at all..." Duan Feifan was interrupted by Jiang Kuo before he could finish speaking.

Jiang Kuo flicked his fingers on the lunch box: "I want to eat something else!"

There was a loud "snap" that startled Duan Feifei, it was the loudest sound he had ever heard of playing a paper shell.

Awesome, isn't the bowl broken?

"I want to eat something else," he said.

"Say it together once." Jiang Kuo said.

"Jiang Kuo, I don't want to eat the porridge feast," Duan Feifei laughed, "I want to eat something else."

"Let me take a look," Jiang Kuo took out his mobile phone, "Da Pao ordered takeaway at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night, oyster barbecue and so on..."

"That's not as fast as Malatang." Duan Feifei said.

"Yes!" Jiang Kuo stood up immediately and walked towards the door, "I'll go buy it, did you drive a small battery car that day, are you there?"

"Jiang Kuo." Duan Feifei grabbed his arm.

"You're welcome." Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge is fine," Duan Feifei said.

"Did I say nothing just now?" Jiang Kuo frowned.

"I know what you mean," Duan Feifei pulled him back, "but..."

"I know that a young master like me who has never experienced hardship can't understand many things," Jiang Kuo said, "but not all of them. I can understand Ma Xiao's hard and incredible life. Among all the role models of you male college students I can understand everything except you, but you and I don’t understand.”

Duan Feifei didn't make a sound.

"You are not at home now, and I am not your uncle's family," Jiang Kuo said, "I am your classmate, your friend, and the person you have always reached out to help. There is nothing wrong with complaining to me when you are sick. What about it? Why didn’t you feel any pressure when you cheated me of money?”

Duan Feifei couldn't help laughing when he heard the last sentence: "I really didn't expect that you could get money like that."

"Don't interrupt." Jiang Kuo said.

"I might be able to change it to Ding Zhe and the others. The main reason is that I feel that I can carry it by myself. I'm used to it." Duan Feifei sighed, "Aren't you angry just now? Don't talk to me when I said dizzy."

"Angry," Jiang Kuo said, "so what? I'm angry and you can be angry too, just argue a few words? Can't I be angry because of you? Are you sent by Mr. Jiang to replace Da Pao?"

Duan Feifei looked at Jiang Kuo.

"If you are sick, you are sick. If you are sick, you have to look sick." Jiang Kuo frowned. "If you are sick, you should be hypocritical. Being sick is a chance for you to vent your anger. I may be exaggerating." , but you can't be too over there."

Duan Feifei was really silent this time, not knowing what to say.

Maybe it was really because I was sick and uncomfortable, and my emotions were extremely overturned.

Every word of these words stuck in my heart, very exciting, like picking off old scars, afraid of pain, and exciting.

He never thought that Jiang Kuo would say such things to him, and he said so much, he never thought that Jiang Kuo would have such a side.

Jiang Kuo is the kind of person he has never been in contact with, the young master, he has a good temper and a bad temper, and a good brain and a bad mind, but he is indeed the most sensitive person among the people who are close to him.He has a good relationship with many people, but there are very few people close to him. In all kinds of long or short, close or distant relationships, Jiang Kuo is the first person to say such a thing to him.

Some people don't notice this at all, and some people may feel it, but they don't know if it's appropriate to say it, so they choose to avoid it like him.

Only Jiang Kuo, while being sensitive, also has the sense of taking it for granted that I don't care what you feel when I say what I want.

Maybe it was a little sudden, but he still put his arms around Jiang Kuo.

"Thank you." He blinked hard, waiting for the soreness on the tip of his nose to pass.

"If you want to cry, now is the time." Jiang Kuo patted him on the back.

"Go directly to Lao Liu's place to eat," Duan Feifan said, "I'm afraid it will be cold when you bring it back, and it will be hot. I can eat it at least four to ten minutes later."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Duan Feifei let go of him, and grabbed his shoulder again.

"Hiss—" Jiang Kuo frowned, "Do you want to fight?"

"I didn't try too hard." Duan Feifei said.

"You pinched my bone." Jiang Kuo rubbed his shoulder.

Duan Feifei smiled, walked to the table, opened the drawer, took out the antipyretic medicine and took it out.

"Is there any medicine?" Jiang Kuo leaned over to take a look, "Do you have a fucking little medicine box?"

"Well," Duan Feifei nodded, "cold medicine, antipyretic medicine, and gastrointestinal medicine are all regular medicines."

"Then why didn't you eat it just now?" Jiang Kuo was surprised.

"I'm so dizzy," Duan Feifei said, "It's true that I feel like throwing up as soon as I open my mouth, and you really can't remember that I should take some medicine. Only now can I get out of bed and take my medicine."

"Damn." Jiang Kuo expressed his feelings.

When going out, Duan Feifei dressed very warmly, a sweater and a thin cotton coat, a ski cap, and a thin sweater around his neck.

"Okay, let's go." He said, putting the bowls of porridge on the table back into the bag and carrying them up, "Take this over and let Lao Liu Nuan Nuan eat together."

"What kind of idea is this?" Jiang Kuo tugged at the sweater around his neck.

"Creativity without a scarf." Duan Feifei said.

"If you don't tear up your two T-shirts, I'll pay you a scarf." Jiang Kuo said, "Anyway, you won't be able to wear your T-shirt until next year."

"You still have more than 2000 cheated money with me." Duan Feifei smiled.

"Ah yes!" Jiang Kuo opened the door and walked out, "According to your less than 17 yuan clothes, you can tear more than a dozen pieces."

"Farewell." Duan Feifei touched the back of his thigh. The place where Jiang Kuo grabbed him when he wanted to carry him before is painful now, and the skin is probably broken. "Your hands are really strong."

"Why," Jiang Kuo looked back at him, "Didn't I, I scratched your leg?"

"I don't know." Duan Feifei had already walked out of the dormitory door, then stepped back, reached into his trousers and felt, "Fuck, it's really broken, two pieces of broken skin, I can feel it."

"...Let's go, Malatang." Jiang Kuo sighed.

The temperature was quite low in the middle of the night, but it wasn't as windy as it was during the day. Jiang Kuo zipped up the extraordinary jacket on his body to the end, and it felt okay.

The campus is very quiet. I don't know why, but the air in summer is full of noise. Once the temperature drops, the autumn wind blows for a few rounds, and the sound will be wiped out.

"Still dizzy?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"It's not too dizzy, as long as you don't turn your head too hard," Duan Feifei said, "I haven't been so dizzy before, probably because the wind blows too hard today."

"If you still go to the sales promotion tomorrow," Jiang Kuo said, "you still have to brag for another day."

"I wear a hat, and I also wear a coat and a hat," Duan Feifan said, "I'll go first and talk about it later. If I feel uncomfortable, I can find someone to cover it temporarily, but I can't just stop going."

"Yeah." Jiang Kuo nodded.

Lao Liu Malatang is also working hard to make money. In the middle of the night, even the wind has gone home, his shop is still open, and white hot air is still rolling up from the pot.

After entering the store, Duan Feifei asked Lao Liu to warm up the porridge first, and then began to pick out vegetables.

"Are you still eating bowls of noodles?" He asked Jiang Kuo.

"Well, wontons are also fine." Jiang Kuo saw a box of wrapped wontons in the freezer.

"Then I'll cook it for you, don't you want it to be spicy?" Old Liu quickly picked up the pot, put it on the stove, and opened the spicy clear soup pot.

"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "add some beef and vegetables."

"Okay, sit in the back room, it's cold outside." Lao Liu said.

Duan Feifei picked out the dishes, and they went into the back room.

The so-called back room is actually the place where Lao Liu and his wife live. Half of the room is covered with curtains, half of the space is for daily necessities, and there are two small tables.

Jiang Kuo was stunned when he entered, but Duan Feifan was very at ease, sitting on the small stool next to the table.

"Is anyone there?" Jiang Kuo leaned close to his ear and whispered, pointing to the curtain.

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Damn." Jiang Kuo neither sat nor stood.

"Sit down." Duan Feifei pulled his clothes and dragged him onto the small stool, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, it's all like this, it's too cold outside, if you can't stay in the back room, no one will come."

Lao Liu quickly cooked the wontons and the dishes selected by Duan Feifei and brought them in, as well as the hot porridge, all in large bowls: "Today is a very vegetarian meal."

"Stomach upset." Duan Feifei smiled and took the bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge first.

Jiang Kuo brought the millet porridge in front of him, and asked him in a low voice, "Is there any sugar here?"

"Sugar?" Duan Feifei was stunned, glanced at the millet porridge, and suddenly became alert, "Why, you want to put sugar in here?"

"Well," Jiang Kuo nodded, "I want to eat sweet millet porridge."

"Are you crazy?" Duan Feifei said, "If you put sugar in the porridge, it will kill you!"

"I drink it up before it dies." Jiang Kuo said, "I must drink sweet millet porridge."

Duan Feifei looked at him and gritted his teeth: "Old Liu, do you have any sugar?"

"Yes," Lao Liu came in with sugar, and became alert when he saw the porridge on the table, "Why, do you want to put it in the porridge?"

"Yes," Duan Feifei picked up the millet porridge and poured half of it into the empty bowl in front of him, "Do whatever you want, he likes it."

"Isn't that the same?" Old Liu hesitated and put the candy on the table, "It doesn't taste right either."

"I like to eat like this." Jiang Kuo poured some sugar into the millet porridge in a hurry, and stirred it again.

Lao Liu turned and left sadly.

Duan Feifei laughed for a long time.

Jiang Kuo happily lowered his head and took two mouthfuls of porridge.

The mobile phone rang several times in a row in his pocket, and he took out the mobile phone in a hurry, afraid of waking up the old wife Liu who was separated by a curtain.

There will be news coming in at this time, which is really a bit strange.

And this person is Yang Ke, which is even more strange.

He and Yang Ke have been friends for so many years, and they haven't spoken in private chats.

[Yang Ke Ke Ke Ke] Jiang Kuo?

【Yang Kekeke】Go to sleep

【Yang Kekeke】Then I will find you tomorrow

【Yang Kekeke】Something's up

"Who is it?" Duan Feifei asked while eating.

"I'm a kid." Jiang Kuo said.

"It's a lot of childhood." Duan Feifei said.

"It's quite a lot," Jiang Kuo frowned, and handed the phone to him, "Do you think there's anything wrong with this news?"

Duan Feifei took a look: "Aren't you two familiar?"

"I'm not very familiar," Jiang Kuo said, "My father's supplier's son."

"What happened to this?" Duan Feifei said.

"Even if he was killed right away, he shouldn't have come to me," Jiang Kuo said. "The only relationship between us is that we met each other during the holidays."

"Just ask, what if I was kidnapped and sent you a code word." Duan Feifei said.

【JK921】No money.

Jiang Kuo replied.

[Yang Ke Ke Ke Ke] I've dropped out of school

Jiang Kuo was stunned. Previously Da Pao only said that Yang Ke asked the school for a month's leave, but now he suddenly suspended school?

[Yang Ke Ke Ke Ke] I don't want to waste time anymore, I want to start a business

[JK921] Are you looking for me to start a business?What's wrong with you

【Yang Kekeke】Let's meet sometime after the festival

【JK921】I'm in class

[Yang Ke Ke Ke Ke]?

Duan Feifei watched from the side and laughed.

Jiang Kuo turned his head and looked at him: "This is a top student, so he won't go to university if he can't say it?"

"Have your own ideas," Duan Feifei said, "If the family conditions allow it, you will be more courageous."

"My family conditions allow it," Jiang Kuo said, "I never thought about it."

"You haven't played enough." Duan Feifei smiled.

Jiang Kuo looked at him without speaking.