he is afraid, he pretends

When the two left Yingca, it was completely dark outside.

All the lights on the side of the street are turned on, and no matter whether it is the store or the street decoration, you can't escape the words of New Year's Eve.

Although the snow at night is not as heavy as in the daytime, the temperature is obviously much lower than in the daytime when it gets dark.

After going out, taking a breath of cold air, Wen Siyuan subconsciously turned his head to look at Wu Luming who came out behind him.

Seeing that Wu Luming's hat and scarf were tightly wrapped, and the zipper of his jacket was pulled to the top, he looked away.

Just as he was about to continue walking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Wu Luming's hand hanging aside exposed to the air from the corner of his eye.

He thought back for a moment, and confirmed that Wu Luming didn't wear gloves when he went out today.

Neither of them said where they were going, they just walked along the street with the flow of people.

There are many people on the road, as if the whole town has come to the center of the town to celebrate the new year.

Old people, children, lovers and a family of three can be seen on the street. The two passed through the crowd and walked for about five or six minutes. Wen Siyuan stopped at the entrance of the underground food city.

Suddenly stopped, before Wu Luming could react, he heard Wen Siyuan's voice: "Is there anything you want to eat?"

The two had just had dinner before they left home, and it was only over an hour away.

Normally, he wouldn't be hungry, but Wu Luming just vomited, and he vomited up all the food he ate at night.

Hungry is a little hungry, but I don't want to eat anything.

He hasn't wanted anything to eat for a long time.

But he didn't respond to Wen Siyuan immediately, but just looked at Wen Siyuan and thought about replying.

However, before he could give an answer, Wen Siyuan's voice sounded again: "You can go shopping first, if you don't have anything to eat after shopping, it doesn't matter if you don't eat."

Wen Siyuan finished speaking, paused for a while, and then added: "Don't force yourself to eat something you don't want just because others think you need it."

The sentence he added made Wu Luming startled.

Wu Luming stared at Wen Siyuan, and was speechless for a long time, finally after a while, he replied softly: "Okay."

The two of them went down the escalator to the food city on the basement level.

Probably after the meal time, there were not too many people in the food city.

The central air conditioner is on on the negative floor, and the temperature is much more comfortable than outside.

The two walked around the store, and finally Wu Luming stopped in front of a burrito shop.

It may be that Wen Siyuan's words played a psychological role in suggesting to him. Wu Luming held the idea of ​​just looking at it and not necessarily eating it. When he saw a passing child wolfing down the fragrant burrito in his hand, he swallowed it subconsciously. for a moment.

I can't say that I really want to eat, but when I think about eating, there is no resistance in my heart.

He stood in front of the menu board, looked up for a while, ordered a burrito, then turned to Wen Siyuan and asked, "Brother Yuan, do you want to eat?"

Wen Siyuan shook his head: "I'm going to buy something."

Upon hearing this, Wu Luming agreed, and Wen Siyuan turned around and left.

The burritos are quick to make.

Within 5 minutes, the boss packed the biscuits and enthusiastically handed them to Wu Luming.

Wu Luming took it and looked around, but didn't see Wen Siyuan's figure, so he found a seat nearby, opened the bag and ate slowly.

The burrito he ordered was not big, and no matter how slow he ate it, it would be wiped out in less than ten minutes.

After he finished eating the burrito, wiped his mouth clean, and rewrapped the scarf, Wen Siyuan was still nowhere to be seen.

Thinking about getting up, he was about to send Wen Siyuan a message, when he took out his phone, he remembered that he didn't have Wen Siyuan's contact information.

He stood there holding the phone for a long while before putting the phone back into the pocket of the down jacket.

Just when he was about to sit back and wait, his eyes suddenly went dark.

Wen Siyuan seemed to come back in a hurry, because his breathing was obviously unsteady, and his hair was a little messed up by the wind.

The cold air on his body has not dissipated, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose are hazy with mist during breathing, which will not dissipate in a while.

He simply took off his glasses and casually hung them on the little finger of his left hand.

Wu Luming also followed his movements at this time and saw the bag he was carrying.

It was a dark bag, the mouth of the bag was closed, and the contents inside could not be seen clearly.

"Finish?" Wen Siyuan asked after recovering his breath.

Wu Luming nodded in agreement.

It seems that Wen Siyuan's degree of myopia is not low. After he took off his glasses, probably because he couldn't see clearly, he would subconsciously lower his brows when looking at Wu Luming.

Can't see things clearly, and people react a little slower.

Wu Luming promised that after a while, Wen Siyuan wiped off the fog from his glasses, and asked again: "Go out now?"

Wu Luming thought of the discussion he heard from other people during the meal just now, nodded and said: "I just heard that the fireworks show at night in the town center will be held in a nearby square, and it seems to be a ten-minute walk away. We have to Did you go over there?"

"Okay." Wen Siyuan agreed, and put the glasses back on.

After bringing it back, he opened the bag in his hand, and said another word to Wu Luming: "Hand."

I don't know if it's because Wen Siyuan said "hand" to him half an hour ago.

Hearing Wen Siyuan say again, Wu Luming raised his hand in front of Wen Siyuan almost without thinking about it.

When he reacted, he only felt warmth in his hands.

Wen Siyuan held the thermal gloves he took out of the bag in his hand, and was opening one to put on for him.

Before Wu Luming could react, he heard Wen Siyuan say again: "The other hand."

His action was one step ahead of his brain, and he raised his other hand in front of Wen Siyuan.

Wen Siyuan quickly put on another glove for him.

After wearing both, Wen Siyuan went to the trash can beside him and threw away the bag in his hand, then walked back to Wu Luming and said, "Let's go."

Wu Luming froze in place, and did not respond for a long time.

Wen Siyuan bought a pair of thick knitted gloves, which are not good-looking, but the material is very soft, wearing them is like putting your hands on a warm stove.

Wu Luming stared at the two gloved hands, turned them back and forth twice, and blinked slowly.

Seeing Wu Luming staring at the gloves for a long time, Wen Siyuan asked in confusion, "Is it uncomfortable?"

Wu Luming's eyes moved away from the gloves and fell on Wen Siyuan, but he just watched him and didn't respond immediately.

Seeing this, Wen Siyuan said, "I've only worn it for my children. Children with small hands are easier to wear. If you feel uncomfortable, you can adjust it."

"Child?" Wu Luming asked inexplicably.

"Brothers and sisters." Wen Siyuan explained slowly.

After getting the answer, Wu Luming nodded, as if he had just reacted, and answered Wen Siyuan's question: "I'm not uncomfortable."

Wen Siyuan glanced at Wu Luming, saw that Wu Luming was staring at the glove, and slowly closed and released his gloved hands, and there was indeed no discomfort, so he responded and started to walk out.

The two went out and found the square on the mobile phone map, the distance was about two kilometers.

After following the map for about two or three minutes, the two found that even if they didn't follow the map, they wouldn't get lost.

At this point in time, almost most people are heading towards the square, so as long as they follow the flow of people, there will be no problem.

It's not too late, it's only after eight o'clock at night.

Neither of them walked fast. Wen Siyuan saw Wu Luming several times along the way. When he was about to reach the square for the last time, he stopped suddenly and pulled Wu Luming aside.

Wen Siyuan's movement of pulling people was very light. He said he was pulling, but in fact he took Wu Luming and took two steps to the side to make way for the pedestrians behind.

Then, before Wu Luming could react, he raised his hand and put the back of his hand on Wu Luming's forehead.

The temperature of his hands verified his conjecture.

When we were in the underground food city just now, Wen Siyuan noticed that Wu Luming's face was a little redder than usual.

But at that time, he just thought that the heating in the underground food city was turned on too high, and Wu Luming was blushing because he was dressed too thickly.

However, it took almost 10 minutes to walk down the road, and the biting coldness in the air should have faded away the suffocating redness, but the redness on Wu Luming's face was more obvious.

Wen Siyuan removed his hand from Wu Luming's head, looked up at Wu Luming: "You have a fever."

Wu Luming didn't respond right away, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and after Wen Siyuan's words fell for a while, he raised his hand slowly, imitating Wen Siyuan's action just now, with the back of his hand Stick it on your forehead.

After sticking it for a while, he seemed to realize that something was wrong. He took off his hand and looked at it, and saw the knitted gloves on his hand.

So he slowly tried to take off the gloves. He just took off a little bit, and for some reason, he pulled the gloves back again. Paste the forehead.

Wen Siyuan had never seen anyone feel his body temperature with his arm.

Regardless of whether it's accurate or not, Wu Luming's ability to make this movement obviously has a severe fever.

However, Wen Siyuan didn't call to stop, he watched Wu Luming slowly and seemingly earnestly take his arm to feel the body temperature, and then heard Wu Luming softly spit out the conclusion: "It seems to be."

Definitely is.

Wen Siyuan didn't say anything, just asked: "Do you still want to go to the square?"

The burning Wu Luming really reacted much slower than usual.

It seems that when a sentence enters his ears, it takes a lot of effort to go around a circle before it breaks into the brain ruled by fever and conveys the meaning.

"It's fine." He replied softly after a long while.

Wen Siyuan thought for a moment, took out his mobile phone and searched for nearby hospitals.

"Then go to the hospital to take your temperature first. If the fever is not serious, you can consider coming back."

After he finished speaking, he happened to find out the address of the hospital, which was not too far away.

Just as he was about to take a taxi, the phone screen was suddenly covered by a hand.

"Not going to the hospital." Wu Luming's voice was still soft and slow, but his tone was firm.

Wen Siyuan paused.

This was the first time he had been in contact with Wu Luming for almost a week, and it was the first time he had seen Wu Luming say "no" to something definitively.

He looked towards Wu Luming, just in time to see a snowflake hanging on Wu Luming's eyelashes.

It was freezing cold, and the snowflakes did not melt so quickly.

A small piece of white gradually moistened the teenager's black eyelashes.

Probably feeling cold, Wu Luming's eyelashes trembled twice.

The snow on the eyelashes stained the lower eyelids, and his foggy eyes gradually turned red.

"There is a thermometer at home," Wu Luming said softly again, seeing that Wen Siyuan didn't respond for a long time, "There is also medicine. I often have a low fever, and I take those medicines every time. After taking it and sleeping, I'll be fine. It's okay."

When Wen Siyuan heard the second half of Wu Luming's words, his mind went blank for a moment.

His first reaction after the blank was that he seemed to know why Wu Luming hardly ever left the house.

Wen Siyuan frowned lightly, rarely dissatisfied with the decision he made.

At least it should be clearer.

Although Wu Luming reacted very slowly, his slow brain did not affect his normal judgment ability.

He seemed to have seen what Wen Siyuan was thinking, slowly withdrew his hand on Wen Siyuan's phone, and said: "It has nothing to do with going out, I have a fever every half a month, and the distance It’s been almost half a month since I had a fever for the first time.”

Wu Luming's words did not make Wen Siyuan's complexion any better.

Wen Siyuan looked at the person in front of him who was so thin that he could be taken away by the wind, and there were some strange emotions in his heart.

Stuffy, vaguely mixed with something else.

That vague emotion made him eager to ask Wu Luming something.

For example, why did it become like this?

Why do I often have a fever?

How long does it take to burn for a while each time?

Does it hurt?

Are you uncomfortable?

But the question was stuck in the throat, and none of the very self-aware ones came out.

Wu Luming's body is not the only thing that has been wrapped airtight all this time, the inner part under the body is what he buried the deepest.

When Wen Siyuan's thoughts hadn't come back completely, Wu Luming's voice sounded again.

"Brother Yuan, let's go home."

His voice was very soft, but he looked at Wen Siyuan seriously.

Wen Siyuan met Wu Luming's gaze, temporarily suppressed other chaotic thoughts, and agreed: "Okay."

Going back is a taxi.

Along the way, Wu Luming quietly closed his eyes and leaned against the window. When he was about to get home, he suddenly opened his eyes and said to Wen Siyuan: "Brother Yuan, if grandpa and grandma ask later, can you help me keep my fever a secret?" ?”

Wen Siyuan looked at Wu Luming upon hearing the sound.

Then I heard Wu Luming say again: "They are worried, they will not be able to sleep at night and will stay in my room all the time. The old man is old and his body can't bear it."

The taxi pulls into a dimly lit alley.

In the dark carriage, Wen Siyuan looked at Wu Luming's blurred silhouette in front of the window.

The softer Wu Luming's voice was, the more peaceful it was, and the more casual it seemed to be saying something unimportant, the more Wen Siyuan's throat tightened.

So he was silent for a while, and finally said nothing, just agreed with "yes".

It was nearly nine o'clock when the taxi arrived at the hut.

In the past, the elders were basically asleep at this time, but when the two entered the room today, the elders were still sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

Seeing the two of them coming back, the second elder stepped forward to show concern, then turned off the TV and went back to the room.

After the figure of the second elder completely disappeared at the door, Wen Siyuan asked Wu Luming in a soft voice, "Where is the medicine?"

"My room." Wu Luming slowly took off the scarf and agreed.

"You go upstairs first, and I will pour water for you."

Wu Luming's entire face was extremely red, and his eyes were already a little hard to open.

So he stopped being polite to Wen Siyuan, thanked him, and walked upstairs slowly.

When Wen Siyuan carried the water up, the door of Wu Luming's room was ajar.

Wu Luming was standing in front of the table in the room, pouring medicine into his hand.

Wen Siyuan knocked on the door and entered the room. Seeing that Wu Luming had poured the medicine, he handed over the warm water in his hand.

Wu Luming took it and thanked him lightly.

After swallowing the medicine, he put the water glass on the table beside him. Seeing that Wen Siyuan didn't seem to want to leave yet, he blinked his eyes with some difficulty, and slowly pulled out a very shallow smile: "Really, as long as you You'll be fine if you take the medicine."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a while, seeing that Wen Siyuan didn't agree immediately, he said softly again: "I'm sorry, it has affected your New Year's Eve."

Wen Siyuan was originally observing Wu Luming's room.

Check whether the windows are locked, whether the quilt is thick enough, and whether the temperature of the room is suitable.

Hearing Wu Luming's words suddenly, his brows gradually furrowed.

"I never celebrate New Year's Eve." He replied, "New Year's Eve is just a pretext to invite you out, I just want to take you out for a walk."

As soon as he said this, Wu Lu, who was already slow to react, was stunned for a long time, and there was no movement for a long time.

After Wu Luming entered the room, he didn't take off his gloves and hat, but just took off his scarf and unzipped his down jacket.

Inside the down jacket was a soft turtleneck sweater. He probably felt the collar was uncomfortable. He rolled the collar down just before taking the medicine.

The half-rolled collar exposed half of his neck to the air.

I don't know if the white neck in the past is due to the fever, but it will also be flushed like the face.

Seeing that Wu Luming remained silent for a long time as if he had turned into a wooden man, Wen Siyuan said again: "The second night I came here, when you saw those people sending me math problems, did you know that they were Are you making things difficult for me?"

Wu Luming slowly released the wooden figure, and agreed: "Uncle taught in that school before, I heard him mention it."

"So I want to thank you." Wen Siyuan said, "Without your help, my replacement class this week would not have been so smooth."

Wu Luming understood the meaning, nodded slowly, and said softly: "You're welcome, it's not a big deal."

Wen Siyuan opened his mouth and originally wanted to say something else, but after seeing Wu Luming's effortless appearance even standing up, he didn't say any more, and left the room consciously, not disturbing Wu Luming's rest.

After he went back and washed up, it was almost ten o'clock at night.

In the past at this time, the sleepiness came on time, but lying on the bed tonight, I was inexplicably awake.

Complicated thoughts flashed through his mind like a horse watching flowers on a horse.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Siyuan, who was still not sleepy, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

There was a gap in the curtains of the room, and the moonlight poured a long line on the floor.

Staring at the light on the floor, Wen Siyuan gradually frowned.

Since Wu Luming said that he often had a fever and would be fine after taking the medicine and sleeping, it stands to reason that the second elder, who knew his situation well, shouldn't be keeping watch over him at night without sleeping.

The more I think about it, the more weird I feel.

He touched the mobile phone by the bed and checked the time, only to find that it was past eleven o'clock at night.

After thinking for a while, he finally put on his coat and got out of bed, left the room and walked to the door of Wu Luming's room.

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