God said I would meet you

The next day, when Lin Jinyu woke up, she felt that her throat was so dry that it was about to burst.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have stepped on air and fell into a boar trap, fell asleep while drenched in the rain, and then...

"Thank God, I finally woke up? I woke up quite early. I thought it would be noon." Zhang Wenbin walked into the room with a few stools, and just opened the door when he saw Lin Jinyu woke up, so Come over to him and ask him, "Are you feeling well? Do you have an itchy throat, cough or something?"

"Why are you here?" Lin Jinyu said with his incompetent voice, "It's nothing, just a little thirsty."

"Oh, I'm thirsty, just wait." Zhang Wenbin held a stool and shouted to the outside: "Zhang Xinhe! Pour a glass of water."

Zhang Xinhe's brief promise sounded outside, and after a while he came in with a glass of water and asked, "Didn't you mean to repair the stool, and we need to add water."

"It's for me, it's for him." Zhang Wenbin said.

"Hey, are you awake?" Zhang Xinhe saw Lin Jinyu who had opened his eyes, and handed him the water: "Are you feeling well? Do you have an itchy throat, cough or something?"

Lin Jinyu didn't know him, so he had a question mark on his forehead, so he had to answer the question again first. At the same time, he thought that Zhang Xinli's parents were not at home. The question has been answered seventy or eighty times.

Lin Jinyu took a few gulps of cold water, and finally felt that her throat, which was on the verge of cracking, had been saved.

"Drink slowly. It's not advisable to drink a lot of water just after waking up." Zhang Wenbin said to Zhang Xinhe: "You too, why don't you know how to bring a cup of hot water? He's drenched in the rain, so you give him cold water."

Zhang Xinhe said: "I thought you were drinking it. My brother did the same. He came back from such a heavy rain and didn't know how to cover him to protect him from the rain. What if he caught a cold?"

"Oh yes, who knew that he just fell into the trap. At that time, he should have said more times about whether he could go there or not. They all chased the rabbits, and no one paid attention to him."

"That..." Lin Jinyu looked at Zhang Xinhe and said, "Are you...?"

"My name is Zhang Xinhe." Zhang Xinhe said, "You don't know me. I was the one who found you yesterday. I belong to Zhang Xinli..."

"Ah, I know, I know." Lin Jinyu recalled the "cousin" written in Zhang Xinli's elementary school composition, and immediately understood Zhang Xinhe's identity.

"Hey, you still know me!" Zhang Xinhe laughed.

Lin Jinyu found that they looked alike, but their personalities were completely different.Zhang Xinhe is more talkative than Zhang Xinli, and loves to laugh more. He looks a few years older than Lalong, but less shy and cowardly than Lalong. He is thinner, with long arms and legs.

"Do you remember? My brother carried you back yesterday. It was too late and my home was far away, so I didn't go back and stayed here."

"That's right," Zhang Wenbin said, "I searched for you in the middle of the night, and then Zhang Xinli recited it all the way for you. I was worried this morning, so I came to have a look, just in time for you to wake up."

Lin Jinyu listened to the two people's questioning back and forth, and vaguely remembered the wet hands that he felt in the rain that supported him in the rain.Those hands were so strong and so warm, as if they still had residual warmth.

Zhang Xinhe came forward and touched his forehead: "Fortunately, I don't have a fever. Remember to tell my brother if you feel uncomfortable."

"Yeah, okay." Lin Jinyu thought that I'm not a primary school student, so of course I'll take my own medicine when I catch a cold.

Zhang Wenbin said: "It's not like Zhang Xinli. If you have a fever, you will be in trouble."

Lin Jinyu was taken aback: "What's wrong with him? Has a fever?"

"That's right," Zhang Wenbin said, "He worked for noon that day, didn't eat dinner, and carried you back after being caught in the rain, and had a low-grade fever in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the fever went down by himself, otherwise I don't know what to do. It's a toss."

Lin Jinyu lowered his head and picked the cup in his hand, and after a while, he let out a muffled "Oh".

From the perspective of Chinese medicine, overwork and short-term excessive physical exertion can sometimes lead to the internal generation of yin fire, which can cause fever, but generally it is a low-grade fever, and there will be no major problems after it is relieved.

Zhang Wenbin entered the room after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, found a nail and a hammer from the desk drawer, and went to repair the stool. Zhang Xinhe took the water glass he had finished drinking and went out to put it away.

Lin Jinyu looked out the window and saw the gate. Zhang Xinli moved a ponytail and sat under the eaves, rolled up his sleeves and carefully washed and selected vegetables.

His half-length hair showed a beautiful brown-gold color in the sun, his calves were slender, and his muscles were well-proportioned.

Lin Jinyu couldn't lie down a little bit.

He thought maybe he should go out to see if he could do something to help, but he was afraid of being suspected, and he was very conflicted... After thinking about it for eight hundred times, he finally got up, opened the door and went out, and moved to another room. A small four-legged stool sat across from Zhang Xinli, with his uncombed hair on his head, and tentatively asked, "Well, is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhang Xinli was washing a few red tomatoes, looked up to see him, and said, "Are you up?"

"Ah."

"It's only ten o'clock, so I didn't stay in bed today."

"Yeah." Lin Jinyu said rather awkwardly, "Thank you...thank you."

Zhang Xinli stopped moving his hands for a moment, and said, "Are you feeling well? Do you have an itchy throat, coughing or something?"

"..." Lin Jinyu was silent for three seconds, then laughed uncontrollably.

Zhang Xinli: "?"

"It's nothing." Lin Jinyu hurriedly said: "You are really a family, and the questions you ask are all the same, and the words don't change."

"Have you met Zhang Xinhe?"

"I've seen it. He handed me water. Your 'beautiful writing' essay made me admire his name for a long time." Lin Jinyu said, "Your brother really looks like you."

"Cousin." Zhang Xinli replied, "If it wasn't for him yesterday, you would have stayed in the mud for a while longer."

"But he is much more likable than you, and he looks good when he smiles."

"You get along just fine with him."

Lin Jinyu tried her best to sound very casual and said, "Do you...do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zhang Xinli looked up at him: "What is uncomfortable?"

Lin Jinyu said awkwardly: "Zhang Wenbin said...you have a fever." The more he spoke, the lower his voice became.

"Low fever, retired early."

"In this way, it just saved your family a lot of money for buying medicine." Lin Jinyu said, "Well, do you...do you need help?"

Zhang Xinli then said, "Peel the onion."

Lin Jinyu looked at a handful of scallions in a plastic bag, picked them up, and scratched his head: "How do you peel them?"

Hearing these words, Zhang Xinli looked up at him, and couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. The look in his eyes made Lin Jinyu just want to slap himself, and then crawl into the cracks in the ground with the bundle of green onions, waiting for dinner Come out again.

"What to look at, what's interesting, I really don't know..." Lin Jinyu said, "I've never done this before."

"You really don't do any housework, so what do you usually do?" Zhang Xinli took a green onion from his hand, pinched and peeled it nimbly, and the whole thing was peeled in less than ten seconds. Put a white onion in a basket on the side.

"I..." Lin Jinyu: "I read."

"Read idle books, play mobile games and play games." Zhang Xinli spoke with his mouth, but his hands were not slow at all.

Lin Jinyu immediately yelled: "No!" At the same time, she thought to herself: It seems to be true.

"Oh, and skateboarding, getting into trouble, and eating."

"And how many times have I said it, it's not an idle book."

"You don't know how to peel green onions if you don't read idle books."

"Long onion, you know how to be onion," Lin Jinyu muttered in a low voice: "I don't know who, reading a poem is like the president taking the oath of office." He began to imitate Zhang Xinli's tone: "'What does this poem mean? It means a No matter how beautiful a person is when he is alive, will he be like a leaf after death?'...I am convinced."

"..." Zhang Xinli said, "Shut up."

Lin Jinyu said: "Besides, even though I don't know how to undress Cong now, it doesn't mean I can't learn." He said, "You teach me and I won't be able to."

"Then do you know it now?" After a while, Zhang Xinli had peeled half of it off.He put the peeled green onions into the basket, stopped and looked at Lin Jinyu.

"I..." Lin Jinyu was at a loss for words: "I didn't pay attention to it just now, you can do it again."

Zhang Xinli raised his eyebrows.Lin Jinyu felt that the concentration of "children can't be taught" in that expression reached the peak so far, creating a record high.

Just when he felt that he should be an honest pig, stay in the room and read novels, and only waited for the meal to come out to eat, Zhang Xinli dragged the plastic bag of green onions by his feet, and began to teach him little by little. Which leaves to choose, where to start to peel off smoothly.

"There is no way to peel an onion from the root, you start from the leaves, don't want the yellow ones, the withered ones... No, no, you tear it down, and the whole thing comes down..."

"so……"

"What are you doing peeling the ones that are not yellow? You can just pinch off the withered parts if they are a little bit dry. Why throw them all away? You can peel an onion into air for you with this peeling method."

Lin Jinyu bared her teeth angrily: "What kind of troublesome thing is this, what are you eating for lunch today! Why peel it!"

"Scrambled eggs with tomatoes and green onions, don't you love tomatoes and eggs?" Zhang Xinli said, "I forgot to buy meat, so I can only make scrambled eggs for you."

"Oh..." Lin Jinyu said: "Can you stop talking so much nonsense! It's always hurting me! This is my first time! Can you be patient!"

Zhang Xinli gave in: "Okay, it's done." He took the battered green onion from Lin Jinyu's hand: "You are like this..."

There was a gentle breeze outside, and the sky was empty and blue, not even a cloud.Probably because of the heavy rain last night, the air today is extraordinarily fresh, and the faint chirping of cicadas can be heard among the lush green branches and leaves.

The black dog Hachi Hachi stuck out his tongue and ran from the yard to the shade of the eaves to hide from the sun. He looked at the two people sitting opposite each other in the room, one tall and one short, facing a bunch of green onions, chattering, in the golden It wagged its fluffy tail in the sun.