Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

When Song Zhi woke up in the morning, she had a deep understanding of what it means to be separated after a hangover.His whole body was weak, his head was swollen, and his stomach was throbbing.

So he had a convulsion last night?Why do you want to drink when you are idle and bored, and drink on an empty stomach? Whoever drinks again is an idiot.

Song Zhi rubbed her stomach and looked at her watch, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.I don't know if Aunt Lan made porridge in the morning, I'm so hungry.

Since he came back from participating in Xindong 100%, Aunt Lan would make oatmeal porridge for him every now and then. Obviously, she knew his preference after watching the show.

You are so old, why do you still like to watch this kind of stuff.

Song Zhi moved here for two years, and Aunt Lan has been taking care of his daily life. Song Zhi has long been used to this way of life.

After moving out in the future, even if it costs a lot of money, she will be recruited here.

Aunt Lan cooks breakfast at [-] o'clock every day, and leaves at [-] o'clock after finishing the housework. Now she goes downstairs to make porridge by herself, but he is so weak that he doesn't want to move.

Forget it, no amount of trouble is better than starving to death.

Song Zhi rubbed her stomach and got up from the bed. There was no one at home, so he didn't bother to change his clothes, so he was pulling on the collar of his pajamas, and scratching with his hands stuffed in his clothes.He staggered downstairs, then stopped at the top of the stairs, his legs were weak.

Due to the conditioned reflex skills of higher animals, Song Zhi turned around abruptly, ignoring her sore body to fit her stomach, and ran away with all her strength.

"Where are you going?"

Song Zhiduo hoped that he would still be lying in bed dreaming at this moment, as expected, he would die of eating in this life.If it wasn't for drinking that bowl of porridge, such a heartless and miserable thing would not have happened.

People die for food, and birds die for wealth.

"no no……"

Song Zhi hurriedly took her hands out of her clothes, and straightened her hair, which had been sleeping like a chicken coop.

Why did he come out without even washing his face, and why couldn't the top two buttons of the pajamas be fastened.In broad daylight, will he be misunderstood by brother Yan Huai, who seduced him with malicious intentions early in the morning?

No, brother Yan Huai must be able to understand, how can anyone seduce someone without washing his face and still dress like this, now he will only become more and more convinced that he is a psychopath.

"Come here, sit down." The other party's tone was as serious, terrifying, and unreasonable as ever.

Song Zhi also couldn't figure out why they could pretend to be so affectionate and act so realistically on the show, and they would reveal their true colors after the show. Could this be the ultimate expression of plastic relationship?

The agreed marriage has not yet expired, and her husband is calling him, Song Zhi has no choice but to be obedient.

But he thought in turn, is it possible that after the divorce, he can be disobedient and do whatever he wants?

Song Zhi turned around stiffly, and obediently sat on the square stool closest to Yan Huai.

He has learned to be smart and knows that even if he sits far away, he will be forced to sit back.

That being the case, don't be hard on yourself.

Yan Huai put down the newspaper and came out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl.

Inside was fragrant porridge. Song Zhi sat upright and took a peek at it. The porridge was rich in ingredients, including yam, red dates, longan and so on.

The bottom of the porcelain bowl taps lightly on the wooden tabletop.

"I've been drinking this for the past week." Yan Huai's voice drifted lightly in Song Zhi's ears, "It's good for the stomach."

Song Zhi leaned against the table and rubbed her stomach, how did he know that my stomach was uncomfortable.

"In recent months, don't let me find you drinking again."

Song Zhi's head was in a daze, as if he realized some serious problem, last night he couldn't be...

Yan Huai's threats continued, "Don't ever let me find out, go gay again."

Song Zhi's stomach was overwhelmed, and the feeling of vomiting from acid reflux suddenly hit.If he doesn't run away, he will ruin this bowl of nourishing porridge.

And Song Zhi didn't expect that when he was uncomfortable and in pain, Yan Huai's brother would follow him inexplicably. He really just wanted to vomit quietly for a while.

Song Zhi stood by the pool, his whole body was weak and his eyes turned black, the cold sweat on his forehead poured out like acid water in his stomach, burning his throat sorely and hot.

Until he fell into a warm embrace, the tough tone in his ear changed back to the gentleness he liked, "How are you, what's wrong?"

Song Zhi completely lost the ability to organize language, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even see the people and things in front of him clearly.

He was picked up by Yan Huai, squeezed into the other's arms and gradually lost consciousness.

When Song Zhi woke up again, she found that she was lying on the bed, and a person could be heard talking to Yan Huai at the door.

If Song Zhi remembered correctly, the man who spoke seemed to be brother Yan Huai's personal doctor.He had a high fever once before, and when Aunt Lan asked for leave to go back to his hometown, it was this doctor who broke into the house to see him.

Song Zhinu analyzed the conversation between the two, and the symptoms seemed to be fever and vomiting caused by acute gastroenteritis.

No wonder it felt so uncomfortable, it turned out to be a fever.

Song Zhi raised her eyelids, there was an infusion bottle above her head, her blood vessels were cold and swollen, and she would never drink like this again.

The communication between the two outside the door stopped, and the sound of gentle footsteps was getting closer and closer to him.

Panicked, he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.Just by footsteps, Song Zhi could tell it was Yan Huai.

The sound stopped beside the bed, and the hand for the infusion was gently held up.The back of his hand felt soft, Song Zhi tried hard to restrain his uneasy heartbeat, worried that other people would find out his poor sleeping skills.

It was not the first time that someone kissed his fingers. The temperature of the other party and the direction of the lip lines were clearly in Song Zhi's memory.

"I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you." Yan Huai's voice trembled so painfully that Song Zhi was throbbing.

He gritted his teeth with all his strength, but he couldn't control his cranky thoughts.

I have already made up my mind to forget you, so why give him so many unrealistic ideas.

I have nothing at all, and I have no right to dream.

He hates Yan Huai now, and even more hates himself who desperately likes him.Why everything is changing, all developments are under his control, but he cannot be forgotten.

A soft spot is a derogatory term.

A gentle warmth came from Song Zhi's eyes, and with the speed of the teardrops falling, it helped him smooth away the tear stains layer by layer.

It's really hard to forget someone you love.

The combined result of illness and embarrassment caused Song Zhi to pretend to sleep at home all day.During this period, Yan Huai stayed by his side the whole time except answering work calls.

At first, Song Zhi expected him to go to work as soon as possible, until it was getting dark, Song Zhi finally realized the reality, brother Yan Huai didn't go to work at all today.

Before going to bed, Yan Huai helped him measure his body temperature countless times, and after making sure he didn't have a fever, he finally left Song Zhi's room.

The sound of footsteps gradually disappeared from the bedroom, Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, there was nothing more difficult than pretending to be asleep.

He stayed up in bed for more than half an hour, and then ran to the door and squatted several times to make sure that the lights in brother Yan Huai's room had been turned off. He didn't even dare to wear slippers, so he tiptoed to the kitchen.

After not eating for a day, Song Zhi was completely detached.

Song Zhi glanced at the dining table, it was not good to have brother Yan Huai at home, there was not even any leftovers.

He used to be the only one at home, even if he didn't eat, Aunt Lan would leave three meals a day on the table.

After failing to find leftovers, Song Zhi opened the refrigerator again.

He doesn't know how to start a fire, and the house doesn't even have instant noodles. Song Zhi took out a carton of milk and could only drink this.

Song Zhi unscrewed the bottle cap, and due to the low temperature, some small water droplets liquefied on the outer wall of the paper, and the cold feeling spread into the palm of the hand.

If you drink it like this directly, the stomach problem will not be serious, right?

Song Zhi looked at the second floor. Putting it in the microwave oven at this time would easily wake up Yan Huai.

Forget it, just drink it once and you won't die.

Song Zhi unscrewed the milk cap, put it to her mouth, and raised her head.

The ceiling light in the kitchen was shining, Song Zhi saw a face that was colder than the refrigerator, and without hesitation snatched the milk bottle from his palm, picked him up forcefully and carried him upstairs.

"What, why... Let go, I, I'm hungry."

Now that the stolen goods were obtained together, Song Zhi didn't plan to hide them any longer. He lost some nutrient solution all day long, so he was not ashamed or ashamed to want to eat.

Regardless of Song Zhi's struggle, Yan Huai simply stuffed him into the quilt neatly, wrapping his hands around his feet.The living room and kitchen are covered with marble floor tiles. Aunt Lan wipes them every morning and afternoon. The floor is dust-free, but cool.

"Is it cold?" Yan Huai frowned.

The cold soles of the feet were wrapped in a warm feeling, and the familiar touch spread along the skin to the heart.

For Song Zhi, this location was an extremely private area, and only very close people could touch it.

Song Zhi avoids his concerned eyes, her teeth hit the corner of her mouth, and she shakes her head.

Yan Huai's palms massaged the insteps and ankles along the soles of his feet, and he didn't let go until the temperature of the feet was equal to that of his palms. Then he put Song Zhi's feet under the quilt and covered them.

Yan Huai got up and supported him against the soft head of the bed, "Wait for me here, soon."

Song Zhi didn't know what she was going to do, and she didn't dare to ask, she just nodded.

A few minutes later, Song Zhi heard the sound of fire in the kitchen, accompanied by the smell of fragrance spreading from the door, and his stomach became even more lifeless.

Within 10 minutes, Yan Huai was sitting by the bed with a soup bowl in his hand.

Song Zhi's stomach is very fragile, even warm milk can stimulate gastric acid secretion, let alone cold milk just taken out of the refrigerator.

"The soup was made three hours ago."

Yan Huai didn't know when Song Zhi would wake up, he boiled it once at noon, afraid that it would not be fresh, so he changed it again at night.

The fragrant smell came from the mouth of the bowl, and Song Zhi's stomach began to churn.

Yan Huai took out a spoonful and blew gently, and moved it to Song Zhi's mouth when the temperature was right, "Taste it and it doesn't suit your appetite."

Song Zhi was too greedy for a long time, and was afraid of being rejected by Yan Huai, so she pretended to be calm and took a mouthful slowly.

"How about it?"

"Good, drink." Song Zhi stared at the piece of purple sweet potato in the soup bowl, her eyes almost went straight.It looks delicious, and it's not my fault that it looks so attractive.

Yan Huai followed his line of sight to look in, couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, took a piece of purple potato from the soup bowl, and handed it over, "Try this again."

Now that brother Yan Huai has said it all, I can only refrain from doing it.The purple sweet potato is boiled until soft and melts in the throat. The sweet and tender taste fills the mouth, "Okay, delicious."

It didn't take long for Song Zhi to drink up a bowl of soup rich in ingredients. He licked his lips and stared at the empty bowl.Brother Yan Huai must have had a lot of trouble.

Yan Huai seemed to see through his thoughts, and swept the bridge of his nose with his fingertips, "Your stomach hasn't fully recovered yet, just eat until you're half full."

"Oh." Song Zhi licked her lips again. If she knew she was eating slowly just now, she could enjoy it for a while longer.

"If you want to eat, I will make it for you tomorrow."

Song Zhi nodded.

Yan Huai put down the bowl to check the time, it is ten o'clock in the evening, "You can play some games."

Song Zhi shook his head, he was still a little dizzy and yawned.

Yan Huai hugged him and slowly put him back on the bed, "Go to bed early if you don't play."

The other party's hand to help him tuck the quilt wandered around the bed several times, as if it had a purpose, but he couldn't say anything.Until his last gaze fell on Song Zhi's pillow, "Do you want me to accompany you tonight?"

Song Zhi didn't want to have his thoughts dissected. No one taught him how to answer a question from someone he likes to be a satisfactory answer.

Escape has become the worst but most effective method.

If I didn't get an answer immediately, what I got in exchange could only be the idea of ​​rejection.

Yan Huai's hand clutching the corner of the quilt fell from the bed, "Okay, good night."

The bright fluorescent lights in the living room projected in along the doorway, wantonly hurt Song Zhi's eyes.He turned his head away, but couldn't help grabbing the hem of the other person's clothes, "Don't, don't go."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Song, who is planning to divorce every day. 【. 】