kiss Me

"Are you in the hospital?"

When Lin Wu heard this sentence, he froze for a moment. His first reaction was that Qin Shu had installed a surveillance camera on him. It took a few seconds for him to realize that it was the "please xxx to window x for infusion" that sounded in the background from time to time. over him.

So he remembered the words "almost healed" that he blurted out when he was asked about his physical condition these days. He felt a little guilty, and he cleared his throat before answering: "Well, the medicine is finished, come to make the medicine."

"Dispensing medicine in the infusion hall?" The voice on the other end of the phone was unhurried, obviously disbelieving.

"...Maybe it's the characteristics of the hospital here." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, he smiled, but gave up opening his eyes and talking nonsense, "Forget it, the temperature dropped yesterday and the cold wind blew. Let's take a look... The doctor said that it will be enough to hang an injection, and it should be cured soon."

Qin Shu was silent for a while, he didn't know what he thought of, and when he spoke again, he said with a little distress: "How long will I have to hang up, is it cold in the hospital?"

"It's not cold." He was wearing a thick windbreaker, half of his face was buried in the scarf, and he felt a little too hot sitting indoors. "There's still half a bottle left, it's almost there, but I'm a little bored, so I can't help giving it to you." You called."

Probably because of his illness, his voice was muffled, and his speech speed was slower than usual, as if he was talking with a sticky ending, and he also brought an unconscious relaxed smile, reminiscent of some kind of small animal stretching its body in the sun .

The little animal looked at the medicine solution slowly dripping from the drip bottle, posted it next to the phone and said that he had read the chat records of the two of them these days, with a soft and hoarse voice, like a whisper.

"I used to be very annoying, I even have to tell you what to eat for dinner," he sniffed, his tone was still smiling, he couldn't hear the meaning of introspection, but asked knowingly, "Brother, do you think I'm annoying?" ?”

"I don't mind it." Qin Shu's voice paused slightly, and he repeated these two words lightly, "I don't mind it, I'm very happy."

The unexpected truth, just said from the other party's mouth, is so straightforward that it is a bit untrue.

In fact, they rarely talked about the years of separation between the two places. Occasionally, once or twice, he mentioned it in a joking way, and then quickly revealed it tacitly—this time was no exception.

But this time, he seemed to have accidentally found out the other person's sincerity in such a usual joke of you coming and going.

The background sound on Qin Shu's side was very quiet, and there was an occasional empty wind sound, probably from the rooftop of some building to answer his call.

He lowered his eyes and could almost imagine the scene on the other side of the phone. The slender young man standing in the silent night would be stunned for a moment when he heard his question, and then quickly gave a negative answer. ——and I was afraid that answering too quickly would be perfunctory, and I would repeat it after a while, showing a little sincerity unskillfully, and telling him "I'm very happy instead."

Only at this time, his elder brother, who is used to doing things with ease and following the established procedures, will show his flaws, as if encountering an unsolvable problem for the first time, showing jerkyness suitable for his age...

It was Qin Shu who belonged to him alone—even if it was a mask, it was the one he would only wear when facing him.

The ball of wool became agitated again unconsciously, soft and stuffy in the ventricle filled with the smell of disinfectant, very hot.

Lin Wu exhaled lightly, took a sip of the already cold coffee, was stunned by the bitterness, and realized that the sugar content in his mind seemed to exceed the standard, and the coffee could not be diluted.

He looked at the infusion bottle that was about to run out, beckoned to the nurse to pull out the needle, and then heard himself asking why he was so happy.

"Hmm..." It's not difficult to look back at your mood, but it's somewhat difficult to sum up the reasons behind it, especially for people who are already indifferent. Dun asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it hurts to pull out the needle," Lin Wu awkwardly took out the earphones and put them on, put the phone and the earphone case into his pocket, and walked out with the cold back of his hand, "Go on..."