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The room maintains a comfortable constant temperature. The high-count and high-density cotton quilt is covered with a light goose down quilt. It should be warm and comfortable to cover the body, but Mo Gan feels as if he is being pressed by a bed of gravity water, making him toss and turn Nightmare after another.

He seemed to be in the water, and the submerged water poured into his mouth and nose crazily. He wanted to struggle, but there seemed to be an invisible hand firmly pressing on the top of his head, vowing to drown him in it.

The chaotic scenes flashed back and forth one after another like a horse watching a lantern. One moment she was acting like a baby beside her mother, the next moment she was sitting at Mr. Huo's desk signing and begging for money, and one second she was laughing in my aunt's studio. In the next second, I cried bitterly in the mourning hall of my mother and aunt... Those pasts that were blurred in time and order were thrown into boiling water to cook, and they were boiled bit by bit, and poured into his mouth. Swallow it alive.

He watched as he was forced to sit there, swallowing the pot of the cooked past bit by bit. He struggled, begged for mercy, and begged bitterly, but as always, no one came to save him...

...Why did you come to this world?This world is so bitter, there is no sweetness, what are you doing here?

Mother, will you take me away?Okay, I don't want to stay anymore, I'm too tired...

I really don't want to stay...

The young man curled up between the pillows was choked with sobs and trembling, tears soaked the pillow, he curled up and kept trying to shrink himself tighter and smaller, he didn't know what he was dreaming of, crying so helplessly.

Chu Xuan took the tray from the butler's hand, blocked the butler's view, and told him to close the door and leave.

The butler is a dutiful and caring gentleman. He bowed slightly, avoided looking at the young man on the big bed, quietly exited the room, and carefully closed the door.

Chu Xuan put the tray on the head of the bed, went to the bathroom and wrung out a warm wet towel. He sat down on the side of the bed with ease, and reached out to help the young man remove the glasses that were pressed between the cheek and the pillow. The legs of the frame were deformed by the pressure, so he took off the folded mirror legs and put them aside. He wiped his face with a warm wet towel, and the sweat of the bewildered child was covered with sweat. It is all over the forehead. The young man's hair is light in color, fine and soft. I often hear old people say that such a person has a soft temper, not a strong temper.

This child is the kind of soft-tempered one that the old man often said. Although he is soft and resilient, he lacks some bones.

Too rigid is easy to break, too soft is flabby, too extreme is not a good thing, but it also needs to have roots, bones, flexibility and toughness.

This child is young and lacks the guidance and teaching of male elders in his growth, so it is normal to have no determinism.

The process of growing up was rough and tough, and the environment in which he grew up was bumpy and cramped. It was not easy for him not to be cynical, timid and inferior. Carefully trying to avoid causing trouble to those around him, he never takes the initiative to mention his own wishes, even if it goes against his original intention, he is usually obedient, on the issue of children, from the beginning of sincerity to Later, he took the initiative to mention that he wanted to be raised by him, and he struggled and thought for half a year...

The endless nightmare made his tears fall endlessly, and his dry face was drenched in an instant. He was like an extremely insecure child, grabbing the only quilt corner he could hold, trying to curl himself up into a cocoon , If possible, he even wants to spit out cocoon silk to wrap himself heavily, he wants a narrow space to hide himself, even if the space is suffocating, it doesn't matter, as long as he can escape this endless nightmare.

But no matter how hard he tried to hide, he couldn't find such a place. After so many years, he no longer had such a cramped cocoon for him to live in...

"...Mom...Mom...you hug, hug...you hug me..." I am so cold, so scared, can you come and hug me, just one hug, just one hug...

"Mom...you hug me...can you hug me...hug me..."

The warm and generous embrace broke the water curtain and embraced him from the suffocating deep water. The boundless wilderness began to retreat inch by inch, and the surrounding cold was pushed back bit by bit. As it tightened, the cocoon he hoped for seemed to be surrounded layer by layer, and he curled up his hands and feet, crying with joy, and sank himself into this narrow cocoon.

Mom, thank you, I only sleep once, it won't be too long, don't worry, I only sleep once, I will wake up soon, please wait a moment, I will wake up soon, if you really can't wait, please wait Wait for a while, wait until I fall asleep and then let go of your hand, okay?I won't be afraid when I fall asleep, those nightmares will go away when I fall asleep, I won't be greedy, I just need to hug it, and I will fall asleep in just one click...

The young man who was hugged into his arms finally stopped trembling and crying. He curled up his limbs and head, and shrunk himself into the appearance of a baby in the mother's body. If he has a fever, he should call a doctor immediately, but at this moment, he feels that what this child needs is not a doctor and antipyretics, but a hug that can curl him up and sleep peacefully. Just a hug.

Chu Xuan hugged the young man sideways, pulled the quilt to wrap him tightly in his arms, and when the young man occasionally shivered due to high fever, he gently patted his back to comfort him, just like he comforts a sick and fussy child who wants to sleep peacefully in his arms child.

**

It was still early when Wei Yuanzheng finished his physical training. The head coach Xiao Jingping saw that the time was still early, so he trained an extra group of coordination. After adding this, it was already [-] o'clock in the end. He hurriedly found his mobile phone after the end of the game. When he saw any missed calls, he saw that it was getting late, so he hurriedly called the child, but the phone rang and hung up automatically but was not picked up. He was a little puzzled but didn't care too much. He packed up his things and went to change clothes While walking in the room, he dialed again.

This time the phone was answered, but it was not the child who answered the phone, but Chu Xuan's housekeeper. The housekeeper told him that Mr. Mo had a high fever and it was not convenient for him to answer the phone for the time being.

"What?! High fever?!" Hearing what the housekeeper said, Wei Yuanzheng was a little dazed, "Isn't he all right in the morning? Could it be that he's still not acclimatized like the child?" The child was hospitalized in the emergency department just fine. , now that the child's father has a high fever, even if the child is young, will he not be acclimatized when he is born and raised?

The housekeeper was noncommittal about this, "It is not yet clear whether Mr. Mo also has a stress fever caused by changing the environment. The doctor has not yet diagnosed it." Looking at the door that had been closed for three hours, the housekeeper looked Some are indescribable.

Mr. Mo was sick and had a fever. Before he went in, he asked him to notify the doctor to come, but the doctor had been waiting for two and a half hours.

"Then where is he now? Is he in the hospital? Which hospital is he in? I'll come over right away."

"Mr. Mo is at home." The butler looked at the closed door and brought the doctor a third cup of coffee.

The doctor was not anxious because of waiting. Instead, he comfortably enjoyed the coffee and desserts delivered by the butler. His work this week had been adjusted to a [-]-hour schedule for his employer. Enjoying the top-notch afternoon tea here was considered working time. There was nothing wrong with it, and it made him quite happy.

"Ah?! Didn't you go to the hospital? Why didn't you send it to the hospital?" Wei Yuanzheng frowned, and before he could continue to question, he heard the butler's reply.

"There is a family doctor at home."

Wei Yuanzheng, "...Oh." Evil capitalists!

Compared with ordinary people like them who are sick and want to lose their legs, these capitalists who enjoy the resources at the top of society do not have this process at all. It is true that everything is for money!

After the last two short conversations, the butler hung up the phone and checked the time. It was almost 06:30. If the doctor couldn’t get off work, he needed to prepare dinner for the doctor. After thinking about it, he went to knock on the door and After weighing the pros and cons of preparing dinner, the butler chose the latter option without hesitation.

"Mr. Ye, do you have any food that should not be eaten?"

Hearing this, the doctor smiled, polite and gentlemanly, "Thank you, I don't eat carrots and onions."

"Okay." The butler nodded slightly, turned around and was about to order the kitchen to prepare dinner.He thought that after a few years, some changes had taken place in the mature and stable doctor's diet, but it seemed that he was overthinking. Mr. Ye is the only friend of Mr. Ye who has persisted for many years and still hates carrots and onions.

Just as the housekeeper left, the door that had been closed for three hours finally opened.

Seeing the person sitting on the sofa, Chu Ting nodded to him with a relaxed expression and a casual attitude.

The doctor raised the coffee cup in his hand to him, and asked with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"

Chu Wei stood at the half-open door holding the door, and instead of walking towards the doctor, she turned to the half-open door behind her to signal him that he could start working.

The doctor shrugged, put down the glass, picked up his work case, and walked over.

When the doctor approached, Chu Xuan let go of the half-open door. The light in the room was very dark, and the blackout curtains covered the window tightly. The doctor had to work, so Chu Xuan patted on the lamp on the wall. The door was a half partition In the small hall, beyond the partition of the small hall is the bedroom. The light source in the bedroom is only a set of lights facing the end of the bed, and the side of the bed is still in a semi-dark state.

The doctor looked at the bulging black shadow on the bed, and turned his head helplessly towards the employer, "It's so precious, you can't even take a look at it? Are you asking me to work in the dark?"