Jiangzhu's Summer

Zhu Jingci's illness was severe, and he didn't recover for a long time.

He always had a fever in the middle of the night, and when Jiang Chenyu found out, he was already scorching hot, curled up on the side of the bed, talking incoherently.A doctor was called, but the cause could not be diagnosed.He stubbornly refused to take medicine, and in the morning his fever would subside inexplicably. He didn't see any abnormalities during the day, and he was energetic, but it happened again and again at night.

The doctor told Jiang Chenyu privately that it is most likely to be a psychogenic fever, and there is no cure. The only way is to let the patient adjust it by himself.

Zhu Jingci stood by the door, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two.When Jiang Chenyu entered the room, he lowered his eyes a little guilty, not daring to look at the person, but stretched out his hand timidly, and tugged at the other person's sleeve.

He actually knew what was wrong with him.Once the thoughts that have been pent up for many years are let go, it seems that all the barriers and defenses have been removed, so those nightmares accumulated over the years are struggling with their last breath, ready for the final blow.

But it doesn't matter, he told himself that everything will pass, Jiang Chenyu is his medicine, his medicine is by his side, he will gradually get better, and there is still a long future waiting for him to live through.

Jiang Chenyu looked at the white and slender fingers on his sleeves, trembling slightly, and could see blue blood vessels.

Zhu Jingci was very thin.Those baby fats raised in school days have disappeared with the passage of time.He stood there in a suit, alone, and he could almost see the shape of the butterfly bone on his back.

After a few years, Jiang Chenyu couldn't understand how this person could take such bad care of himself.He took Zhu Jingci and walked two steps, sat on the sofa, picked him up and put him on his lap, and inserted his fingers along his fingers, making a gesture of interlocking fingers.

Zhu Jingci leaned on his shoulder obediently, and put his face against his neck.This person's influence on him is getting stronger and stronger. As long as he stays around this person and smells the familiar orange fragrance on his body, his mood will be strangely calmed down, as if lying in the warm autumn sunshine, his whole heart is full of excitement. Become comfortable and comfortable.

"You really don't need to take medicine?" Jiang Chenyu kneaded his fingers, one by one, from fingertips to finger pulps, until his fingertips became hot.

"No need," Zhu Jingci stretched out his hand obediently, raised his head and kissed Jiang Chenyu's chin, "It's been a long time, you will be fine when you come back."

Jiang Chenyu noticed the information revealed in his words, and his body tensed slightly, "Is it always like this all these years?"

Realizing that he had slipped his mouth, Zhu Jingci was a little nervous, and hastily covered up, "No, just a few times occasionally," deliberately putting on a

With a relaxed tone, "Who hasn't had a nightmare yet?"

"Tell the truth." Jiang Chenyu decided not to believe Zhu Jingci's nonsense anymore.He stretched out his hand, and pressed Zhu Jingci's pouty lips, watching it sink and rise again, a little bloody because of the force just now.

Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, Zhu Jingci had no choice but to answer wearily, "When I first arrived abroad, I couldn't find anyone to check your news, so I kept dreaming at night. When I dreamed that you were lying on the hospital bed, I didn't call you promise……"

In fact, it was more than that. In his dream, he always frequently returned to that late night.He was sitting in the corridor of the hospital with his knees hugged, and the place where his elbow was scraped on the ground was bloodshot, and it was painful.

The clock turns little by little, and after 12 o'clock, he will be one year older.There is no cake, no gift, and the person who will accompany him on his birthday is lying in the intensive care unit, life and death are uncertain, and fate has never been willing to take pity on him.

He bet his good luck for the rest of his life, and made a birthday wish, hoping that the person lying inside would wake up intact.He originally wanted to make a wish to be together for a long time, but now he didn't dare to be greedy anymore, for fear that if he expected too much, his luck would be overdrawn, and the wish would not come true.

Zhu Jingci begged the gods in a low voice, begging them to bless him, make him healthy, let him wake up, let him live a long life, whether he has himself or not.

Jiang Chenyu's arms around Zhu Jingci tightened slightly, his knuckles sunk deep in the fabric.He raised his hand and held Zhu Jingci's head in his arms, stroking his hair over and over again, "Shh, shh, I don't want to, good boy, it's all over, we don't want to."

Those sudden disasters, hasty partings, years of suffering and waiting, were all submerged in the reunion.

It's over, everything will be fine!

Jiang Chenyu took a week off from school, and stayed in a small rental house with Zhu Jingci every day.

They went to the nearby supermarket to buy vegetables together, wearing shorts and slippers, kicking and kicking, holding hands, the sun rose, and their shadows were stretched very long, slantingly reflected under their feet.

The grandmother at the breakfast shop downstairs knew Jiang Chenyu, and she would always invite them to sit down, serve two bowls of bean curd, and take a basket of browned fried dough sticks.

"Baby, the small ingredients are on the table, cut them as you like, and eat more." Granny's dim sum is delicious, and the people are neat and tidy. The small breakfast stall is always full of customers. The small square table they sit on is still Grandma specially left it for Zhu Jingci, and Zhu Jingci was also honored by the way.

"Thank you grandma, you can go to work, we can do it ourselves."

Grandma looked at Zhu Jingci, looked and looked again, noticed the two holding hands, and said with a smile, "Xiao Jiang has a good eye, the young man is refreshing, and he looks so handsome."

Zhu Jingci fought with people at the wine table on weekdays, and played sharply while pushing cups and changing cups. Facing the old man's simple jokes, he became flustered, his cheeks were slightly powdered, his lips were pursed, and the corner of his mouth was curled up. Get up a little bit, looking at people with bright eyes and smiling, but in my heart I only hope that my grandmother will say a few more words.

Grandma was busy with business, so she went to greet other guests after talking with them.Jiang Chenyu took Zhu Jingci to sit down, pointed to the seasoning box on the table and asked him what seasoning he wanted to add.

Zhu Jingci has eaten tofu curds for many years, always adding only two spoons of soft white sugar, eating it hot and sweet in a bowl, it fits well in the stomach.Seeing so many seasoning boxes now, I just feel novelty for a while.

"Come on, I'll see you add first." Zhu Jingci rested his chin and watched Jiang Chenyu add ingredients to the bowl opposite, with a serious and pious expression on his face, perhaps a bit more serious than his running data in the laboratory.

The bean curd in the bowl is white and smooth, with chili oil, sesame oil, chopped mushrooms, diced mustard, chopped peanuts, fried peas and coriander that Jiang Chenyu added to the bowl.

"Taste it?" Jiang Chenyu scooped up a spoonful and put it to his mouth.

Zhu Jingci tentatively opened his mouth, bit the spoon, and ate it in one bite.The diced mustard was crisp and crisp, and the fried peas were chewy with a lingering fragrance. There was ample amount of chili oil and sesame oil. He couldn't help shivering, feeling that every pore was refreshing.

Following Jiang Chenyu's steps just now, he enthusiastically mixed a bowl for himself.Jiang Chenyu cut the fritters into small pieces and put them into his bowl, "Try it, it tastes better this way."

Zhu Jingci bowed his head and took a quick bite, then squinted his eyes in satisfaction.Probably because of the spiciness, fine beads of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose.The sun hit him from behind, turning his hair into a light golden color.He rolled lazily like a cat just waking up. If he had whiskers, they must have been raised.

In the summer sunshine, Jiang Chenyu felt that a certain emotion in his heart that had been silent for a long time began to revive.Like a desert after a heavy rain, the dry branches of camel thorns gradually wake up and grow lushly, covering the sky and the sun in the bottom of my heart.

Many years ago, no matter what kind of demeanor and expression Zhu Jingci had, he looked like a cat in his eyes.Expensive and squeamish, cunning and pitiful.

But when they met again, this person seemed to have been smashed into pieces, and then put together in a panic, barely making out the skeleton and outline, leaving only a soulless shell.When he raised his head and smiled at people, his eyes were dark and he couldn't see the light.The man was no longer alive, alive, he no longer looked like a cat licking its whiskers in the sun.

Fortunately, in recent days, he felt that Zhu Jingci was recovering bit by bit.The bones are covered with tissue, the skin and flesh are nourished by warming, and the bones are painted, and the familiar people in the old days are gradually revealed.

Zhu Jingci put his head down and ate deliciously, and he didn't even notice the broken hair slipping from his forehead.Jiang Chenyu reached out his hand in time, caught the strand of bean curd that was almost on it, and raised his hand to put it away.

"..." Zhu Jingci's face was almost blushing. He belatedly realized that he was eating like a greedy child. He wanted to sit up straight and accidentally choked. With the throat rushing into the lungs, he coughed more violently.

The first salty bean curd experience ended in chaos.

While walking on the road, Jiang Chenyu couldn't help laughing when he recalled the scene just now.Looking at the red nose and watery eyes of the person next to him because of the accident just now, his unshakable conscience forced him to cough twice to suppress his laughter.

"What would Xiao Yuer want to eat today?" Zhu Jingci tried to divert it with other topics.

"Pot-wrapped meat, spicy chicken." Jiang Chenyu replied very fluently.

Speaking of chasing people, you must chase them well, Zhu Jingci showed a serious attitude that he didn't have when he was studying, and made a detailed plan for his status as a regular, and even made a plan overnight.Among them is the extremely important one of cooking.

His cooking skills are not bad. He lived alone in the early years, so he knew a little bit, but he was too lazy to put his heart into it.During the time with Jiang Chenyu, I studied hard for a while, and then went abroad, and gradually fell into disuse.Fortunately, it's not a difficult thing, and after doing it a few times, the hand feeling returned.

Cooking is really a strange skill for him. It was originally supposed to satisfy the appetite, but the final motivation is to see how others eat.

He would always belatedly realize how terrible his life was in the few years without Jiang Chenyu.Thankfully everything is back on track.

The two returned home after shopping in the supermarket. Before they opened the door, they heard the sound of scratching the door. When they opened it, they saw a big orange cat nestled on the storage shelf, lazily licking its paws. , a look that the voice just now has nothing to do with cats.

"Jiang Xiaozhu, you're naughty again!" Zhu Jing's tone of training the cat was deliberately bluffing, and the accent strangely fell on the third word.

Jiang Chenyu glanced at him, and corrected him mercilessly, "It's Jiang Xiaomao, don't change my son's name casually." He walked a few steps quickly, took advantage of the cat's unawares, and shot it firmly and ruthlessly, removing it from the shelf fished out.Under the window sill lay a puddle of soil and the corpse of a flowerpot, which was clearly the work of a certain cat.Jiang Chenyu casually took out a belt, made a circle on the ground, and threw Jiang Kitten in to face the wall and think about it.

"That's my son too..." Zhu Jingci followed behind, protesting in a low voice.

"The custody is in my hands." Jiang Chenyu took the moral high ground and sneered, "Before reuniting, he was just my son."

"..." Zhu Jingci, who really had no confidence, stopped talking with a guilty conscience.While Jiang Chenyu was going to the bedroom to change clothes, he moved to the side of Jiang's kitten and scratched its round chin flatteringly.

Jiang Xiaomao opened his round eyes, looked at Zhu Jingci with hope, and gave a pitiful "meow", trying to pin his hope of getting out of confinement on the person in front of him.

"I don't dare," Zhu Jingci looked at the bedroom door, a little embarrassed, so he had to scratch its chin again, "Your father will not be happy if you let you out."

Realizing the fact that the person in front of him couldn't save him, Jiang Xiaomao changed his face in seconds, slapped Zhu Jingci's hand away with his paw, and moved Yuanyuan's buttocks to lie down on his back.

Zhu Jingci withdrew his hand a little embarrassingly, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

His first meeting with Jiang Xiaomao in this room was quite dramatic.After the chaotic night, he huddled under the quilt and fell asleep, Jiang Chenyu sat on the bedside, Jiang Xiaomao came to the bedroom for a walk, his steps were very light, and he slept soundly without realizing it.He only vaguely heard Jiang Chenyu's stern and anxious voice, "Don't come up..." and was woken up by a shot.

He poked his head out from under the quilt, almost daring not to recognize that the lump that was stepping on him was his son who had been away for many years.

"You are so fat!" He stretched out his hand, trying to catch the cat into his arms, but he couldn't pick it up after a while, so he had to sit up and use his arms to drag the cat to him.

Jiang Xiaomao blinked his round eyes, looked at him ignorantly, then buried his head and sniffed his hand, as if confirming that it was a familiar smell, let go of his vigilance, and reluctantly fell down in his arms.

"Jiang Xiaozhu still remembers me." Zhu Jingci turned his head and looked at Jiang Chenyu with some surprise.

"It's not called Jiang Xiaozhu anymore." Jiang Chenyu frowned, stretched out his finger and tapped Jiang Xiaomao's forehead, disgusted with its performance of not holding grudges, "It's called Jiang Xiaomao now."

"Ah? Why?" Zhu Jingci was a little at a loss, looking at the people around him aggrievedly.

"Which pair of parents have you seen let their children take each other's surname after divorce?"

Zhu Jingci's eyes widened, and he looked at Jiang Chenyu in disbelief.The latter looked at him with condemnation in his eyes, as if this was such a common truth that he didn't understand it.

For a while, Zhu Jingci was also stunned, and began to feel that what Jiang Chenyu said was very similar, and he couldn't help but start to make up his mind, and he instantly became a scumbag who abandoned his husband and son, while Jiang Chenyu was alone with his children. Hanyao's single old father was instantly filled with a deep sense of guilt.

"I'm sorry," he tugged on Jiang Chenyu's clothes, and said guiltily, "I won't leave you father and son in the future."