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"Wang Baoer!!!—"

In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Aunt Cheng's screams startled a tree of sparrows.

When Mo Xian was dragged up in a daze, he felt that half of his body was unconscious, his face was numb with ice and covered with a thin layer of snow.

The four of them were chatting, and they all fell asleep at some point. At this time, the night passed, and there were snowflakes in the sky, and the snow on their bodies seemed to be buried alive.

"How grown up are you! Do you want to freeze to death here together?!" Aunt Cheng said incoherently, looking at her son's frozen purple face, she felt distressed, but she couldn't say anything serious. She checked that the four children were all okay. He moved, and slapped everyone hard on the back, telling them to go back to their home and take a hot shower.

A few people were also a little scared. Looking at the unfinished fish fillets and bean buns scattered on the ground, they were already passively hardened, and the guilty ones dispersed obediently.

Mo Xian and Xie Xunyang walked slowly towards the house.

Mo Xian felt that he was fine. When he was cold in the middle of the night, he habitually hugged into Xie Xunyang's arms beside him, and was hugged and slept all night.On the other hand, Xie Xunyang's limbs were a little stiff, his face flushed unnaturally, and he sneezed several times along the way, as if he had a fever.

Back home, Xu Xin didn't see them in the morning, thinking they had gone to someone's house to sleep at night, never thinking of being outside in the cold all night, so he quickly boiled hot water and asked them to go in and soak together.

Xie Xunyang's reaction was a few beats slower, and he didn't realize it when Mo Xian stripped his clothes and pushed him in. He didn't realize it until the hot water poured on his body and the temperature of the bathroom gradually rose.

Because of the cold and sore eyes, tears welled up in the dark pupils, and in the dimness, I saw Mo Xian also squeezed aside naked and very naturally, flushing the water with a face of enjoyment.

In the mist, the young man's figure was thin, his skin was extremely white, his black hair was wet and pasted between his face, his outline was handsome and soft, Xie Xunyang squeezed his eyes hard to squeeze out the tears, but his vision was still blurred.

He just felt that his face was getting hotter, and his head was about to explode.

Mo Xian sensed his strangeness, and stuck him closer, holding his hand to prevent him from falling: "Brother, are you alright?"

"...It's okay, just a little dizzy." Xie Xunyang turned his face away, trying not to look at the other party, but his voice was hoarse.

Mo Xian pulled his head down, pressed his forehead together, frowned and said, "You seem to have a fever!"

"Xian'er, Yangyang, come out as soon as you rush, don't soak for too long!" Xu Xin's voice came from outside the door.

"Understood!" Mo Xian replied loudly, turned off the shower head, and helped Xie Xunyang wipe off the water on his body. When he wanted to help him get dressed, his wrist was held.

Xie Xunyang was dizzy and his hands were a little weak, but he still insisted: "...I will do it myself, and you put it on quickly, and be careful not to catch a cold."

After they both got dressed, Mo Yao picked up two scarves and wrapped their heads up as soon as they walked out of the bathroom, for fear of being blown by the wind again.

"The ginger soup is ready, go and drink it while it's hot!"

Mo Xian gulped and drank very quickly, Xie Xunyang felt sick to his stomach, but he still drank it slowly.

Mo Yao personally dried the hair of the two of them again, making sure that every strand of hair was dry and refreshed, before letting them into the room to lie down.Xu Xin had already filled the hot water bottle and put it under the quilt to keep warm. When the two got in, it was already warm inside.

"Yangyang, raise your arm." Xu Xin brought the thermometer and clamped it to Xie Xunyang.

At this time, Xie Xunyang's face was red, his eyes were closed, and he lost his usual calmness and aloofness, so he behaved obediently in everything he did.He raised his arm to clamp the thermometer, then lay down under the quilt, and leaned his head sideways on Mo Xian's neck, with a look of rare dependence.

Mo Xian touched his head with his hand, it was hotter than when he took a bath: "Mom, do you still have antipyretics at home?"

"Yes, I'll get it right away." Xu Xin hurried out.

Xie Xunyang turned over and put his arms around Mo Xian's waist.

"Don't move, watch out for the thermometer to drop."

Xie Xunyang didn't say a word, and rubbed his head lightly against his neck. The breath from the tip of his nose was so hot that Mo Xian didn't dare to move, and gently stroked his hair with his hands soothingly.

When the time came, I took out the thermometer and looked at it. It was 38 degrees 5, and I really had a fever.

Xie Xunyang's eyes were closed, Mo Xian gently helped him up, and whispered: "Brother, wake up first, take the medicine before going to sleep."

Xie Xunyang opened his mouth obediently, licked the antipyretic medicine into his mouth with Mo Xian's hand, and swallowed it with water.

"Okay." Mo Xian lightly put him back on the pillow again. When he was tucking in the quilt, his hand was pulled, and with a slight effort, he was dragged to lie beside him.

"……Together."

Xie Xunyang's voice was low, but his hands were tight.

Mo Xian stopped struggling and lay down on the ground.

Both of them were tired and fell asleep soundly.

Mo Xian woke up first, it was already noon.He touched Xie Xunyang's forehead immediately, frowned, got out of bed and ran out: "Mom! My brother's fever hasn't gone away yet!"

Xu Xin wanted the two of them to have a good rest, so she didn't go in to disturb them again in the morning. Seeing this, she hurried into the room and tested the temperature: "Xian'er, bring the thermometer again."

I measured it again, and the temperature was even higher, reaching 38 degrees 7!

"Let Yang Yang eat something first and then take antipyretics. If he doesn't recover in the afternoon, let's go to the hospital!"

Xie Xunyang really lost his appetite for Mo Yao's noodles in clear soup, so he boiled another bowl of white rice porridge, and Xu Xin fed him some with a spoon.

Xie Xunyang hadn't been taken care of like this for many years. In a daze, he seemed to be back when he was a child, when his mother would coax him and feed him patiently.

But only for a moment, he soon realized that he had grown up.

After the age of acting like a baby and asking for sugar, everything has long been irreversible.

Xu Xin asked Mo Yao to buy a bottle of white wine from the canteen and come back. When Mo Xian had a fever when he was young, she would wipe his palms and feet with white wine little by little.

But Xie Xunyang is no longer a child, and it will always be inconvenient for him to get started.

Mo Xian snatched the bottle away: "You all go out, I'll come!"

Although Xie Xunyang had a headache and sore eyes and couldn't open his eyes, his mind was still clear.He knew that Mo Xian was holding his hand and rubbing the alcohol carefully over and over again, he could accept it, and then applied it to his feet... He also anesthetized himself, forget it, let it be like this...

But the kid actually wiped it, and started to put his hand into his pants leg, and wiped his leg...

"...Mo Xian." Xie Xunyang put the back of his hand on his forehead weakly, pulled his legs back, and opened his eyes, "...No need there."

"It's okay, brother, you sleep on yours, I'll wipe them all, so that the fever will go down faster!" Mo Xian felt that he was very energetic, especially when Xie Xunyang was so weak, he must not be lazy.

"... Aunt Xin only said to wipe her hands and feet."

"Ah, did you hear that?"

Xie Xunyang sighed helplessly, and said softly: "I'm just a little sleepy, but I'm not burnt."

Maybe it was because Xie Xunyang had never shown such a weak side, Mo Xian just felt extremely nervous, as if a strong iron man who had always been strong had suddenly turned into a fragile doll.He carefully lifted up Xie Xunyang's trouser legs, put his head down and continued to wipe: "Anyway, it won't hurt if I wipe more."

Seeing that the opponent's arms had been stretched into the thighs, Xie Xunyang couldn't help but sat up with difficulty, patted the position next to him, and called: "Come here, sleep with me, it's more effective than anything else."

Mo Xian raised his eyes: "Sleep well, I will disturb you in the past."

"No, come here, listen."

Mo Xian still hesitated.

Xie Xunyang said: "I have a headache, and I will feel better relying on you."

"Really?" Mo Xian let go of his hand and walked over.

Xie Xunyang finally hugged him, said "um" contentedly, and dragged him to lie back together.

This time he slept soundly, and when he woke up, the sun outside the window was about to set.

The people around him were still there, felt him move, and opened their eyes.

Xie Xunyang finally realized what was different, he touched his forehead.

A piece of antipyretic patch was firmly attached to it.

The child in front of him smiled and said triumphantly, "Are you comfortable this time, brother?"

Xie Xunyang pulled his hand up, it was cold, as if he had just come back from outside.Feeling slightly sour in my heart, I muttered in a low voice: "Fool."

***

Xie Xunyang's illness dragged on and off for several days.

When Xu Yi arrived in Yucheng on the fourth day of the lunar new year, he couldn't pick him up, so he asked him to come by bus.

Although Xu Yi complained a lot, he dragged the suitcase and got off the bus by himself.

Mo Xian was waiting for him at the station.

Xu Yi complained, "Where's Xie? I'm already here, and he doesn't condescend to come and pick him up?!"

"His illness has not healed yet, my mother won't let him out of the house these few days." Mo Xian said.

"Back then, when the whole team was exhausted during the training camp, he acted as if nothing had happened. Could it be an act this time..."

After being glared at by Mo Xian, Xu Yi obediently raised his hands and made a "zip lock" motion on his mouth, expressing that he would never beep any more.

It was only then that Mo Xian noticed that he was carrying a bag in addition to the suitcase.

"Here, I happened to be passing by Yucheng, so let's celebrate Lao Xie's birthday in advance." Xu Yi immediately handed the bag to Mo Xian.

"What is this?" Mo Xian opened it and took a look, then fell silent.

Although the sun was far away, he still recognized it immediately.

What was in the bag was the small cake that I bought for Xie Xunyang with the New Year's money in the first year when I learned that Xie Xunyang was celebrating his birthday.

The cake is only the size of a palm, and it is the cheapest piece in the store.

He looked up in a daze, not understanding how Xu Yi knew, and why he brought this piece here.

"Xie Xunyang celebrated his birthday in the second year of junior high, and he had a sudden nerve and decided to go to Fucheng. I thought he was going to Fuyi to find you again, but he took me to a cake shop and asked me to pay for him. The smallest cake." Xu Yi stretched his waist, relieved the fatigue of the journey, shook his head and said, "To be honest, I have never seen such a small cake shop in Shangjing. Why don't you buy a big cake? He doesn't, he insists on the smallest one, and eats a piece of cake all afternoon."

Xu Yi laughed, and put his hand on Mo Xian's shoulder: "Tell me, is there something wrong with him?"