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The sour soup noodle leaves that Xu Xin ordered at noon is more appetizing, with green vegetables and poached eggs added in it.Mo Xian drank two mouthfuls of the soup, but still found it tasteless, so he poured a lot of vinegar into it.

"Enough, enough, you will definitely feel sour after a while." Xu Xin reminded.

"It's not enough, let's have some more." Mo Xian didn't believe in evil, and drank a big spoonful after pouring it out, grinning instantly, "...so sour."

"What did I say?" Xu Xin had nothing to do with him, "You eat mine." He said he wanted to change bowls with him, but was stopped by Xie Xunyang.

He picked up Mo Xian's spoon, scooped some of the sour soup from the bowl into his own bowl, took Mo Xian's bowl to add some original soup to the pot, and put it back in front of him.

"It's delicious this time."

The tone was not too harsh, but the child said "Oh", stopped being picky, and honestly picked up a spoon and started eating.

Xu Xin's noodle leaves are rolled by himself. They are smooth and tender, with moderate softness and hardness. When he slid them into his mouth, he could feel the noodle fragrance overflowing his mouth. All open.After eating a bowl, I felt my stomach was empty, so I got up to fill another bowl.

Mo Xian didn't have much appetite at first, but he drank half a bowl, sweating slightly on his forehead.

At this moment, Mo Yao called the video, and she and Liu Yitou appeared on the side of the phone with their heads crowded. The background was a little noisy, and there were children's screams from time to time.

"Xian'er, are you feeling better? We are on lunch break now, and we have just finished taking the children for dinner, and we are going to put them to bed!" Mo Yao spoke quickly, turning her head from time to time to pay attention to the movements of the children.Their preschool institution is mainly aimed at children whose parents are busy with work and no one cares about them during kindergarten holidays. They can be sent here during the day for teachers to take them and take some interest classes.

Mo Yao and the others are mainly in charge of handicraft and painting classes, and they also keep an eye on the safety of the children at noon.

"Very good sister." Mo Xian wiped his forehead, turned his phone down, and let them look at his lunch: "Did you have a good meal?"

"Eat, eat! The institution has its own cafeteria, four dishes and one soup." Liu Yi hurriedly replied, "We also ordered milk tea to take away, and it will be delivered in a while! My dear fairy is suffering, and I will let your sister eat it in the evening Bring you a glass back."

"Don't make trouble! What kind of milk tea does my brother drink when he's sick?" Mo Yao pushed her aside.

"Oh, why don't you take a sip, the medicine is very bitter..."

Afraid that Mo Xian would sweat and catch a cold, Xu Xin took the phone over and told them to concentrate on their work, then hung up the video.Then he got up, took Mo Xian to the back room, wiped the sweat off his body with hot water, changed into dry and comfortable underwear, and let him lie down under the covers.

Mo Xian wasn't sleepy yet, so he moved half a seat to the side and patted the bed.

"What are you doing?" Xie Xunyang entered the room.

"Come up and lie down with me."

Xie Xunyang touched the book, took off his coat, lay down next to him, covered them with a quilt, and opened the book.

Mo Xian glanced at it curiously, and lost interest in English that he couldn't understand.

When he is bored, he wants to make trouble.For a while, he tugged at the corners of the people around him, and for a while, he turned his legs on them.Xie Xunyang exhausted his patience, finally closed the book, turned his head, and asked, "Are you going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep, I want to hear a story..."

"..."

"You read it to me." Mo Xian only showed his eyes outside the quilt, and continued to ask.

Xie Xunyang looked at the "European Political History" on his lap, and resignedly opened it.

The authentic English accent came to Mo Xian's ears. He couldn't understand it, but he felt that foreigners spoke in this way, and it was not at all as boring as an English teacher reading a text, so he was fascinated unconsciously.

"Brother, your English is so good, can you communicate with foreigners in the future? Will you go to many countries?"

"Well." Xie Xunyang said softly, "Study hard, you can too."

After Xie Xunyang finished reading a page, he lowered his head again, and saw that the child had already fallen asleep with his head leaning against his waist.He put down the book, pressed down the quilt, exposed his mouth and nose, and put his hands on his forehead.

The sweat fell, and the temperature rose again.

Xie Xunyang frowned.

After a while, he got up, put on his clothes and walked out the door.

"Aunt Xin, I have something to go out for a while. Xian'er just fell asleep and has a fever. Please take a look."

"Okay, okay, it's okay, go get busy!" Xu Xin was cleaning the kitchen, and when she heard the sound, she hurriedly wiped her hands and walked out.

Mo Xian fell into a groggy sleep in the afternoon. In a daze, he felt that the square scarf on his forehead had been changed several times, and the broken hair on his forehead was brushed by his mother's warm hands. Every time he wanted to wake up, turn over and fall back into sleep .

Until there was a sudden coolness on the forehead, which was drier than a soaked square towel, with a fresh breath of mint, which made people feel relaxed all at once.Mo Xian slowly opened his eyes, the lights in the room were already on, and it was dark outside the window, only the hazy silhouettes of branches could be seen.

This time, it was actually dark.

Xie Xunyang was still sitting by the bed, and he was obviously relieved to see him wake up.

Mo Xian didn't understand why Xie Xunyang's face was redder than usual, as if blown by the wind.He wanted to sit up, but when he touched Xie Xunyang's hand, he jerked violently.

- so cold!

"Did you go out?" Mo Xian asked, and suddenly found that he was sitting up, and the scarf on his head was still on. He reached out and touched it, and found that his forehead was replaced with a cool and soft "adhesive cloth", which was sticky. It is very tight and will not fall off when you move it casually.

"That's right, Yang Yang didn't say a word, and went to Fucheng to buy medicine for you in the afternoon!" Xu Xin came in with a cup of hot water and handed it to Xie Xunyang. He was moved and scared, and couldn't help saying, "You Child, what should I do if I encounter danger on the road alone? Just let Yaoyao bring it back, and don’t do it next time.”

Xie Xunyang gave a "hmm" and smiled: "I'm afraid I can't make it clear, I will go there soon."

His fair and slender fingers were also flushed. He held up the water glass and warmed his hands. The warm air floated into the air and caressed his cheeks, warming him up a lot.Seeing the person on the bed put on the anti-fever patch on his forehead, he felt that it was much more pleasing to the eye, so he took a sip of water and swallowed it firmly.

Xie Xunyang not only bought anti-fever stickers, but also brought back some Japanese plasters and stomach medicines.He remembered that Mo's mother would suffer from back pain after sitting for a long time, and Mo Yao also said that she often had acid reflux in her stomach at night.

Xu Xin looked at these medicines and didn't know what to say.A 10-year-old child came to the city alone and remembered that she was not feeling well. Yaoyao and Xian'er didn't understand anything at this age.

"I happened to see it, so I brought it back together." Xie Xunyang poured a bag of cold medicine into Mo Xian's cup, poured hot water, and stirred it with a spoon. "It can't cure the disease, but the relief effect is obvious. My mother used to Also always ready."

"Your mother...I remember her name is He Hui, right? She's beautiful and reads well. Is she busy recently?" If she's not busy, she won't send her child here.

Xu Xin couldn't help recalling that in the past, she was married from a foreign village, and she was not familiar with He Hui, and she mostly heard about it from Aunt Cheng.She said that the daughter of the He family had a stubborn temper and insisted on learning the art of burning money. She ran away from home without the support of the family, and really seldom came back after that.

The old people in the village feel sorry for the old couple of He's family, and they also have a lot of complaints about the daughter.But Xu Xin thought, didn't he really learn the way in the end?

He was admitted to a well-known art university in the country, and often sent money back, but unfortunately, the old couple had a bad life, and died of illness one after another without enjoying the blessings for two years.

Hearing his mother being mentioned, Xie Xunyang suddenly felt indescribable emotions filling his chest, reverberating in his throat for a week, with nowhere to release, and finally——

"...she passed away. Stomach cancer."

He heard his own voice, and let out a breath slowly. Maybe it was because he bought the medicine that his mother used to use again today, or maybe it was because the electric oven in the house was too warm, so he just said it.

Xu Xin was shocked, never expecting such a result.She leaned over and took the skinny boy into her arms, with tears in her eyes, she patted his back softly and tremblingly said: "Good boy, Aunt Xin didn't know...I'm sorry for making you sad."

She couldn't imagine what this child had gone through.

Xie Xunyang looked calm, and withdrew from Xu Xin's arms, his voice could not hear anything abnormal: "It's over, I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

How could Xu Xin not be worried? She didn't want to reveal the scars again, but she had already said this, she gritted her teeth, and continued to ask: "Yangyang, what about your father?"

"He..." Xie Xunyang opened his mouth, but stopped, suddenly felt a little ridiculous, and never said a word.In the end, he seemed to feel really embarrassed, more difficult than talking about his dead mother, and replied dejectedly, "He's still there."

An unknown answer.

A long silence followed.

Xu Xin felt extremely uncomfortable, and seeing this, he was willing to ask one more word.He kept stroking his back, and kept saying: "It's okay, it's okay... Aunt Xin and Xian'er are here, we are all here..."

Xie Xunyang lowered his head, staring at the cup of medicine in his hand, as if he suddenly woke up, and said dumbly: "It's cold."

"I...drink." A white, tender and warm little hand suddenly stretched out from the side, wrapped his hand directly in the palm of his hand, held it together with the cup, and brought it to his lips. At this time, the beautiful lips outlined a hint of fragility, and he drank all the cold medicine little by little, and the warm breath sprayed lightly on his hands, and Xie Xunyang's heart was also injected with heat, and he gradually recovered from the past. Back in shock, pain, resentment, and helplessness.

He smiled slightly.

Look, here's a weaker, more worrying little guy waiting to be taken care of.

"Is the fever-reducing paste bought by brother more comfortable?" He stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of the sweaty head.

"It's comfortable, I think I'm all right." Mo Xian also smiled at him, and then under his surprised gaze, hugged his hands to him, bowed his head and puffed up his cheeks, blowing seriously, "... ...I'll help you Huhu, Huhu won't be cold anymore."