my grave welcomes you

After dinner, Ling Jun told Papa Ji with a stern face that he had just arrived in City H and was still living in a hotel. Papa Ji originally wanted him to stay at home for a few more days before discussing it with himself. Let him play in H city for a few more days, what?inconvenient?Jize and I are the only two people at home, so there is no inconvenience.

This was right in Lingjun's arms, so a certain person just stayed there shamelessly.

No one usually comes to Jize's house. Although he didn't come back often, his room is always cleaned by Ji's father.

Ji's father used to be a soldier, and he was very generous, "Why don't you do this, Xiao Jun, you'll just sleep with Ji Ze these days, anyway, his bed is quite big, and it's more than enough to sleep another person."

Ling Jun is naturally what he wants, and Ji Ze has no room for objection at all, because Xue Yuncheng used to sleep with him when he came to his house, and now if he suddenly becomes hypocritical and doesn't want to share the bed with Ling Jun, his father will probably follow him. Give him the head.

Looking at Ling Jun with expectant eyes, Jize shrugged. Anyway, it's not like they never slept together, didn't they only have one room in the hotel?Although this is at home, it's not bad...

Ling Jun immediately said that he came back today after a long journey, he was a little tired, and now he was very sleepy.

Father Ji was dragging him to watch the Anti-Japanese War movie, seeing that his eyelids were indeed drooping together, so he let him go and winked at Jize, "Tell Jize to find some clean clothes, Go take a shower first, the bathroom is over there."

Ji Ze stood up calmly, and glared at Ling Jun from an angle that Ji's father could not see. Are you sleepy?I didn't see him sleepy for a long time without sleep, why is he sleepy now?Who are you kidding!

Ling Jun was sitting upright on the sofa, with a serious face, seeing Jize looking at him, he raised his lips and gave him a gentle smile, "Thank you."

Ji's father also followed his gaze and looked over, Ji Ze looked back angrily, and despised Ling Jun in his heart, this shameless guy, didn't he rely on his father's liking for him?

He opened the closet door angrily, thinking to himself who is his own?

But when he saw the clothes in the closet, the little flame in his heart went out with a "pop". He always rummaged through the closet to find clothes. When he left last time, he couldn't find anything in it. Now they are neatly folded by category, and the clothes he often wears are placed near the door. After looking carefully, there are still clothes from his childhood, which are placed in the innermost place.

He was touched instantly, his father disliked him so much before, he almost had to talk about him every time he saw him, but in fact he was still lonely.I used to take Ji Ze with me, and someone wanted to introduce him to a girlfriend, but he didn't agree; the old man had a bad temper, and every time he played chess with the old man downstairs, the two always had to quarrel. A few friends, and he is not at home often, so he should not feel well alone.

In fact, Dad just talked a little too much, he thought, anyway, there are so many chatters around, one Xue Yuncheng is not counted, and now there is one more Lingjun, so just ignore all his usual nagging.

He found his old sweatshirt, which was washed clean by Ji's father, and put it in the corner of the closet.

Ji Ze sighed in his heart, and gently closed the closet door. Although Ling Jun is an annoying guy, it is rare for Dad to find someone who shares his interests, so let him stay at home for a few more minutes. The sky is good, anyway, it is in the arms of that guy, and he still has something to ask him.

Because he was worried that the fake Zheng Gan would find his father again, Jize came back in a hurry, and he also forgot about asking Lingjun before. Now that person didn't come for some reason, Jize also breathed a sigh of relief. Naturally, he thought about it.

There is not much difference in stature between Ling Jun and Jize, J Ze is slightly shorter than him, but the sweatshirt is loose, so you can't tell much, but Ling Jun has long black hair, which looks a little different from the style of the sweatshirt. They don't match, revealing a bit of weird mix and match.

If a person like him puts on a scholar's green shirt and puts away the unscrupulous expression on his face, then he can be called "Young master is unparalleled in the world".

Ling Jun held his slightly damp long hair, seemed a little uncomfortable with the sweatshirt, stretched out his hand to pull it, and looked up to see Jize looking at him, showing a smile.

I don't know if he was steamed by the enthusiasm in the bathroom. This cold person's face was a little blush at this time, as if he had been smeared with rouge. .

Jize was stunned for a moment, then turned his head instantly, flipped over a towel and threw it to him, "Wipe your hair first." Then he hurried into the bathroom with his pajamas.

Ling Jun looked at his back and smiled again, like a fox who had stolen a chicken, he sat down on the bed slowly and began to brush his hair.

On the contrary, Ji Ze has been distracted in the bathroom, feeling that it still smells like Ling Jun's body, and the steam is steaming, making him a little out of breath.

He opened the toilet window a little bit, but it didn't help. His face was getting hotter and hotter, as if he had a fever, and his whole body became hotter.

He took a shower and washed off the stinky sweat from the tomb of King Miao, but Jize didn't feel relaxed. On the contrary, he even stepped out of the bathroom weakly, as if he had lost his strength. .

The air outside was cool, which finally lowered the temperature on his face a little, but Jize still felt hot. He didn't need to look in the mirror to know that he was probably like a cooked shrimp now.

He washed his face with cold water, took a few deep breaths in front of the mirror, and did not go into the room until he confirmed that all the blush on his face had dissipated.

Ji's father is living a healthy life, and now he has turned off the TV and returned to his room. The living room is pitch black, and Ji Ze heard his own heartbeat, beating fast.

He felt that he might really be sick.

The footsteps that were going to the room turned around, and then walked to the other end of the living room. He remembered that all the medicines at home were stored in the drawer of the TV cabinet.

But the medicine was not found, and there was a pair of white jade hands in front of him, and the person behind him came over at some point, still carrying the heat from the bathroom, and rushed towards him, "What are you looking for? "

Ji Ze shook his fingers, and the medicine box he was holding fell down.

Lingjun's eyesight was excellent. Although the living room was pitch black, he still saw the small print on the box clearly at a glance, and his tone suddenly became tense, "Are you sick?"

He reached out and touched Jize's forehead, but his own body temperature was extremely low, and he couldn't tell whether the temperature on Jize's face was normal, so he could only worry on the sidelines, "What's wrong with you? Take you to the hospital to have a look?"

As he said that, he was about to hug Jize up.

His hand was cold, and it was comfortable to put on his forehead, but soon he moved it away again, the place Ling Jun touched before seemed to be lit a fire, and the skin there was painful.

Jize pushed him away and picked up the medicine box on the ground, "It's okay, maybe I caught a cold after sleeping in the car, just take some medicine and it will be fine."

Ling Jun reached out and touched his face, "But your face is very red."

"Well," Jize became even more confused when he touched him, the heart in his chest seemed to be about to pop out, "I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Ling Jun handed him a glass of water, wondering if he would really be able to sleep tonight, he had slept all the way in the car before, and slept all afternoon at the hotel, and now it’s only a few hours, and said to sleep.

His heart moved, and he felt that he was so sleepy today because he was sick, so he couldn't help reaching out and rubbing his head, and put away all his thoughts of trying to trouble him.

But because of his action, Jize almost dropped the cup in his hand, he swallowed the medicine in one gulp, took a few more sips, and stuffed the cup into Lingjun's hand indiscriminately, "I'm going to sleep first. "

"Hey," Ling Jun pulled him back and wiped his lips with his fingers, "Okay, let's go."

Ji Ze had never been so flustered in his life, he felt as if his whole heart was disturbed by something, he couldn't concentrate at all, he even forgot what he wanted to ask Lingjun before, and his mind was full of just now Ling Jun's expression when he wiped his mouth, and his amazing smile before.

He threw himself on the bed and wrapped himself into a cocoon, thinking that if he caught a cold, he would just sweat it out.

Ling Jun went to pour him another cup of slightly hot water, and sat down beside his bed, "Get up and drink some more water, I just looked at it, and they said that drinking more hot water is better." His tone It was as soft as a pool of water, like coaxing a child.

Jize tightly wrapped himself in the quilt, and didn't want to talk to him at all.

Ling Jun sighed, and forcibly picked him up, "Hey, get up and drink some water."

Ji Ze was extremely awkward, but he was no match for him, so he had to reach out to grab the quilt, but Ling Jun dodged it.Even now, this man is not serious at all, "Baby, you are sick, you must have no strength in your hands, it's okay, isn't there me here? Come, let me feed you."

His ability to talk to himself was so perfect that J Ze couldn't resist him, so he took two sips hastily with his hand.

However, Ling Jun seemed to have found some kind of fun here, he was reluctant to let go, he hugged Jize who was wrapped in the quilt, a few strands of hair that were not yet dry fell on his face, with a slight of water vapor.Ling Jun said solemnly: "I only had this little drink, take two more sips."

Jize was getting more and more agitated by his hair, and drank all the water in his glass in one go, "Okay, let me go."