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"I had a falling out with the teacher. I left my luggage in the room and didn't have time to get it. I only brought my mobile phone out."

When Lin Wu said these words, there were no fluctuations in Lin Wu's voice, as if the scene of standing in the rain and weeping was just a short dream, and his tone was also light, but he kept leaning too close to Qin Shu, Holding the elastic drawstring at the hem of Qin Shu's sweater in his hand, revealing a little bit of innocuous anxiety.

He is the type of person who can digest emotions very well, and the reckless embarrassment of the few minutes before dawn is enough to vent most of his emotions-the other reason is that he really doesn't have the strength to make big ups and downs. There is a growing trend.

Qin Shu paused as he handed over his ID card, as if he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the inquiry from the front desk of the hotel before he could speak, so he had to lower his head to record the facial information, and stretched his empty hand back, Holding him under the cover of the table.

Lin Wu lowered his gaze, looked at the slightly feminine pearl ring on his ring finger that quietly reflected light under the bright hall light, bit his lower lip, and thought silently, why don't you ask.

Qin Shu gave him the answer with practical actions, until after opening the room, taking the elevator on the [-]th floor and opening the door, the question he was secretly expecting did not come—as usual, he was kept in stock, but he was not asked Trouble.

"Go take a bath first," Qin Shu put him on the bed, touched his head through the hood, then brushed away his damp bangs, felt the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, and said warmly, "I I'm going to buy you medicine and breakfast."

He was startled, only to realize that the sky had already brightened, and he just stayed up all night with "ups and downs".

Reason told him that he should nod and agree, obediently take a hot bath to stop the loss in time, take the medicine as soon as possible and then sleep well, but he heard himself "hmm", but Qin Shu didn't intend to leave, so he realized that he He didn't know when his hand was around the opponent's waist, and he just stood and sat awkwardly and hugged him.

The coat was put on for him, and Qin Shu only had a not-so-thick sweater left on him. His waist and abdomen under the fabric rose and fell with shallow breathing, and it was a bit hard to hold, but the body temperature was very warm.

He heard Qin Shu smiled helplessly, but he didn't urge him, just let him hold him, and stroked his back with his palms, as if he was coaxing him to lose his temper but refused to show it. child.

The heating and air conditioner finally turned on slowly, and the smell of pine wood fell on his shoulders. He trembled, thinking for no reason that he was actually not good at being alone with Qin Shu, if there were no other intense emotions. cover, he would be easily carried away by emotion.

It was as if love and desire were born at an untimely time, warm and warm, dripping from the joints of the two people into his bones, making him want to cry.

"The pharmacy is just downstairs," he sniffed, and said nonchalantly, as if he didn't mind the wet clothes and the precarious cold at all, and insisted willfully, "...I'll wait for you to come back before washing. "

In normal times, Qin Shu obviously wouldn't let his request go.

But this time Qin Shu didn't say anything, Wen Yan just kept silent for a moment, helped his shoulders back a little, squatted down and kissed his hot forehead - then covered him with a blanket.

"Then I'll be right back."

It wasn't until he watched the other party go out that Lin Wu looked away, leaned back, and threw himself into the bed exhausted.

In fact, it's not a big deal—he closed his eyes, looking at the shadows of the lights falling in the darkness, and thought wildly, it's actually not a big deal.

From the moment we met, he knew that sooner or later Wang Han would do something that crossed the line, and he left evidence and didn't suffer any substantive grievances. When he returned to school, this person would probably have been dismissed, and he would never talk to him again. What kind of intersection does he have, just like the dozens of hundreds of social relationships in his past life that have never returned, they are existences that he doesn't even bother to look back at.

There was still some pain in his cheek. When he entered the elevator, he took a look at it through the reflection, and there was no sign of redness and swelling, and Qin Shu probably didn't notice it either.

The cold got worse again, and the unexplained chill penetrated into his body, driving him to wrap the blanket tightly unconsciously—but the cold will always be cured, after a cold for seven or eight days, he has long been used to it .

What is he struggling with?

He's clearly not a horny character, and when facing himself, not only is he not delicate, but also a little indifferent... He knows well that the drunkard's insane entanglement can't hold him for so long, nor can he. Let him fall into such a dazed depression.

It was as if a cloud of thick fog had surrounded his heart, he couldn't move in a direction, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

The phone vibrated several times in a row, abruptly dragging him back to reality.He took a deep breath, a little annoyed, but still took a look.

Several missed calls were displayed on the screen, and further down were messages sent a minute ago, which covered the entire screen at the moment of unlocking.

Wang Han sent me a long apology like a small essay, saying that I knew I was wrong, and I was impulsive after drinking, and I begged him not to make a fuss—I don’t see much sincerity of self-criticism, and I think between the lines is to preserve the future .

He didn't bother to look any further, so he replied "There is surveillance in the hotel, I'm recording" and turned off the phone. He dragged the blanket over his head lazily, turned over, and avoided the faint light from the gauze curtains.

Not long after, the sound of the door being swiped open came from outside the blanket. Qin Shu suddenly slowed down his steps after the door closed, probably thinking that he was asleep.

The very caring and thoughtful gentleness becomes a habitual and natural behavior when facing him, making one unable to imagine how indifferent the soul is hidden under such a gentle appearance.

The person hiding in the blanket opened his eyes silently, looking at the fluffy gray in front of him, he felt that the fog that blocked his heart seemed to dissipate for a moment, revealing some vague clues.

Can't you just ask me what's the matter? He sighed, pulled down the blanket and looked in Qin Shu's direction, thinking silently in his heart, even if the question is about a few days ago, don't always wait I offered to say, don't just listen, ask.

But Qin Shu didn't ask, he just opened the hotel's buffet breakfast and put it on the table, followed the instruction manual and unpacked the medicine he should take, then walked over, touched his face, and told him to get up and eat.

Then the cloud of fog came up again.

He said "hmm", sat up slowly, took the spoon handed by Qin Shu, and was not in the mood to play the usual scenes of asking for feeding. He thought the red bean porridge was too hot, so he took two sips and pushed it aside, and then He absent-mindedly stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and let it go, without even tasting the filling.

Qin Shu seemed to want to say something, but when he met his gaze, he wisely chose to remain silent. A rare look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, as if he couldn't figure out what he was thinking, but he didn't dare to speak rashly.

What is this, when I was an older brother, I could educate him logically, pinch his cheeks and make him take medicine obediently, why now I have an extra layer of boyfriend status, but I am still helpless...

Lin Wu lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on a few pills scattered in the center of the low table—two and a half pills, two pills of one kind, half pills of another kind, they were split open very thoughtfully, apparently carefully checked dose.

He pursed his lips, feeling his heart was poked by something, causing a few sour ripples, which pulled him into a rare contradiction, where rationality and sensibility insisted on their own opinions, and they quarreled in the fog open hand.

He kept it from himself, pretended to be nonchalant, and wrote "I don't want to say more" on the surface, so how could he ask Qin Shu to take the initiative to ask.

But he knows Qin Shu too well, once he said the phrase "Why didn't you ask me", Qin Shu would follow suit like a robot that has learned new instructions, and he couldn't tell the truth from the fake, let alone verify his intentions. the answers you want.

"This person needs me, cares about me, and loves me"—it can be said clearly in a few lines in a TV series, but it is the most difficult reality paradox to prove.

He didn't dare to look at Qin Shu's expression again, fearing that he would soften his heart again in the next second, and followed his instinctive desire to rely on it, letting go of the rationality he had finally regained.

So I could only lower my eyes, put those medicines into my mouth one by one, and then poured them down with a big mouthful of mineral water, thinking that in the past, such self-seeking behavior would probably be educated—— —Or earlier, probably when he was awkward and refused to take a bath, he would be tricked into the bathroom by Qin Shu.

It was rare for him to really rebel once, and it seemed that he had created a problem for both of them.

"I'm going to take a shower." He squeezed the plastic bottle to make a little rustling sound, but he didn't mean to stand up—then he coughed lightly and continued with lowered eyes, "That teacher ...He sent me a message just now and said a lot of good words of apology, but I haven't thought about it, maybe I will tell my mother and see how she plans to deal with it..."

He caught a glimpse of Qin Shu clasping the hand on the edge of the sofa, his heart moved, and he tentatively looked at his expression, but only met a familiar, gentle smile that couldn't reach the bottom of his eyes - so gentle that it was hard to define, could he It can be interpreted as a point-to-point appeasement, and it can also be understood as a playful play out of politeness.

He knew it wouldn't be the latter, but he didn't want it to be the former either.

"...Well," this time it was Qin Shu who looked away first, "Then handle it in the way you like, if there is anything that needs my help—"

"No, it's okay." Lin Wu stood up abruptly and interrupted him, twitching the corners of his mouth, showing a smirk that can fool people, and pretending to be easy to say irony, "It's none of your business, I can solve it myself--I Go take a shower."

After finishing speaking, without giving Qin Shu any chance to say anything more, he turned around and walked quickly to the bathroom.

Like running away.