Stop fishing, can't stand it

Song Xueyan: I pester people.

With more than half of the infusion bag left, Yan Qi raised the height of the bottle, lifted Song Xueyan up, and placed two soft pillows behind his waist.

Yan Qi sat by the bed, feeding the porridge spoonful by spoonful.Song Xueyan looked very sleepy and couldn't even open his eyes. A few times when he fed porridge to his mouth, he nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice, almost spilling the porridge.

A small bowl of porridge had bottomed out, Yan Qi wiped Song Xueyan's mouth with paper, helped him lie back down again, leaned over and said, "Have a good sleep, I'll pull out the needle for you later."

"Got it." Song Xueyan looked at him softly, "Hurry up and have breakfast, don't be hungry."

Yan Qi kissed the tip of his upturned nose, "I'll come in and watch over you after I finish eating."

Song Xueyan nodded lightly, reluctantly waiting for Yan Qi to walk out of the room, her sticky eyelids were instantly closed, and she fell asleep peacefully.

In the dining room, Fu Yanle was still drinking porridge leisurely. When Yan Qi sat down opposite, he pushed the steamed leek dumplings in front of him and said, "Eat more to nourish your body."

"Thank you." Yan Qi put two fingers together and put a little on his forehead, "But I don't need to mend."

He was still thinking about Song Xueyan, he quickly finished his breakfast, waited in the living room for the rider who came to deliver the medicine, and then turned his head back to the bedroom.

Fu Yanle looked very relieved, although he was happy to see the success of these two people, but in fact he was still a little worried.

After all, neither of them has a good temper, one is very stubborn, and the other has a little princess temper since she was a child.But after his observation and understanding during this period, he found that Yan Qi was like a dog with donuts around his neck in front of Song Xueyan, eager and obedient, while Song Xueyan softened from the inside out, He actually listened to Yan Qi's words.

Love River is indeed a mysterious water flow, whoever falls into it will have to give a three-point account.

After Fu Yanle finished his breakfast, Yu Jingchen washed the dishes, chopsticks, pots and dishes, put them back in their original places, and the two left together.

In the master bedroom, Yan Qi tiptoedly moved the lazy sofa to the side of the bed, and sat down facing Song Xueyan.He picked a book from Song Xueyan's bookshelf, "The Selfish Gene" by British scholar Richard Dawkins.

After flipping through a few pages of the book, Yan Qi suddenly remembered something. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yu Jingchen who had just left on WeChat: [Brother, help me find the graduation stage of Xueyan University. (bow gif)]

Yu Jingchen didn't reply right away, he should be driving back to the company, Yan Qi was not in a hurry, and quietly leaned on the sofa to read a book.On the way, he helped Song Xueyan pull out the needle, and then gently gave him the medicine. Song Xueyan didn't feel anything, and fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Qi put down the book gradually, staring at Song Xueyan's peaceful sleeping face in a daze.

After falling asleep, Song Xueyan was no longer as cold as when he was awake, but quiet and gentle, without the slightest aggression, let alone the amorous feelings he showed last night.

Thinking of last night, Yan Qi's breathing speeded up a little, and he remembered Song Xueyan's appearance in his arms, as warm and soft as water, surging and turbulent, not necessarily surging, ambiguous whispers are synonymous with emotion, and also Song Xue's The most direct and warm words of love.

All the memories of last night flooded in, Yan Qi stared at Song Xueyan, restrained his breathing very lightly, and did not dare to get up and walk to the bed, like a thief who covets a treasure but is afraid to reach out and break it.I don't know how long he had been thinking, the phone on the sofa vibrated slightly, Yan Qi suddenly came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to touch his face, and wiped off a handful of warm sweat.

Turning on the phone, Yu Jingchen sent a video directly without answering.

Yan Qi immediately reached for the Bluetooth headset on the bedside table, connected it and clicked on the video.This is a video from four years ago, and the picture quality is still quite clear, so Yan Qi watched it over and over again, ten times, twenty times, until he saw every minute of Song Xueyan's movements and every second of expression. bright.

He still remembered some of the information he had learned from the archaeology of Song Xueyan.

Song Xueyan was featured on the school's confession wall on the first day she entered the school, and became popular overnight in the top art academy, and won the title of "Light of New Life".Later, the students discovered that this handsome guy with outstanding looks not only has a good appearance and temperament, but also has outstanding dancing skills.I heard that as long as there is Song Xueyan in the elective courses in the school, no matter how unpopular the course is, no matter how strict the teacher is, and no matter how difficult the final exam is, it will definitely be full.

Song Xueyan is well-known in school, but he is very low-key, even lonely.He does not participate in clubs and activities, is not a cadre, does not compete or win prizes, does not socialize, and does not live in school. He is like a person in a prescribed situation. He has good grades and good dancing skills, but he just wants to circle himself Inside, do not take a step outside, nor go up.

So his homeroom teacher and professional teacher at that time loved and hated him.

Song Xueyan performed very well in various professional courses, and his classmates and teachers knew his strength.

But he rarely performs in school or other occasions, and the graduation stage should be the most high-profile one.

Yan Qi looked at the screen. The stage set was extremely simple. On the vast expanse of snow stood a hut made of wood. Next to the hut was a plum tree with a solitary self-admiration. A branch spread to the side, covering half of the door. , a branch goes up, covering the eaves.

Song Xueyan was wearing a white plain gown, her long hair was tied up with a thin red ribbon, and there was no trace of makeup on her face. She danced on the stage in the most natural and true state.He is like a breath of wind born in the snow, so free and full of sadness that is about to dissipate.At the end of the dance, Song Xueyan fell to the ground lightly, and shed a line of light tears when she bowed her head.

At this moment, a swallow flew across the stage and landed between the plum blossoms and the eaves.

The stage lights went out suddenly, and the swallow disappeared without a trace.

This stage is called "Swallows Live in the Snow Cornices", but how could the swallows land on the snow-covered cornices.Yan Qi swipe the screen and saw the dance's comment: ""Nan Ke Yi Meng must wake up at last, floating life is like a dream is nothing.""

What kind of mood did Song Xueyan use to compose this dance?

Yan Qi's eyes turned red from a daze, and his heart ached like twists.

The second hand on the wall gently draws circles, and the light outside the window comes back on and off. It turned out that there was an autumn rain at noon, but now it is still dripping softly.

Song Xueyan woke up leisurely, his eyes hadn't opened yet, his nose first smelled a smell of rice, he sat up with his arms propped up, and felt a cool feeling coming from between his legs, the original swelling and pain also eased, It was Yan Qi who gave him medicine after he fell asleep.

"Uh..." Song Xueyan covered her face with her hand, then lifted the quilt, pulled on her slippers, and walked out unnaturally.

Yan Qi was busy in the kitchen. Song Xueyan had just recovered from the fever and could not eat spicy and greasy food. He stewed a bowl of light bone soup, two plates of rotten tofu with tomatoes and stir-fried vegetables, and prepared egg custard and millet porridge.

The sound of cooking covered up the sound of Song Xueyan's footsteps, so when Song Xueyan hugged him from behind, Yan Qi was startled and raised his hand to spill a few drops of oil.He hurriedly put the frying spoon back, turned his head and said, "You woke up just right! Why are you so awesome?"

"Woke up by the fragrance." Song Xueyan rubbed his back, "Chef Yan is too good."

Yan Qi felt weak all over, and whispered: "You are so sweet."

"I'm happy." Song Xueyan ordered, "Fry it a few more times, don't get confused."

"Do you want an outsider like you to direct the chef?" Yan Xi retorted, stretched out his hand to stir fry twice, and kept tilting his head and said, "Are you tired from standing? Don't smell the smell here, go lie down on the sofa , I'll pour you a glass of water."

Song Xueyan didn't go, pestered him, and whispered: "I'm not tired, I've been lying down for a long time, and I don't have much strength, I have to get up and stand up."

That's right.

Yan Qi didn't push anymore, just moved aside for a while, stood still in front of the water dispenser, mixed a glass of warm water, and fed Song Xueyan half of it.Then he moved back step by step with Song Xueyan, turned off the fire and served the dishes, during which Song Xueyan kept sticking to him, until he was about to sit down to eat, he reluctantly let go.

"Don't sit down yet." Yan Qi asked Song Xueyan to stand there, ran to the sofa in the living room and got a pillow, walked over to put it on the chair, and then pulled Song Xueyan to sit on it, "Okay, let's eat."

Song Xueyan was tired for so long last night, and slept twice in a row, the Wu Zang Temple was already empty, so she picked up a spoon and ate a bowl of egg custard.Yan Qi served a small bowl of millet porridge and said, "Eat more, you need to supplement your nutrition, but you have just lowered your fever and your body is still weak, so you can't eat meat. I will cook pork ribs for you in the evening, and I will give you some more in two days." Burn the fish to eat."

"I still want to eat chicken wings with sauce." Song Xueyan ordered in advance.

Yan Qi wrote down the notebook and said, "Got it."

The two cleaned up the food, Yan Qi pressed Song Xueyan and drank half a bowl of bone soup before letting him go.He was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Song Xueyan went to the balcony to look at the flowers and listen to the sound of the rain, feeling very happy.

"Xueyan!" Yan Qi shouted from the living room, "Come in quickly, don't catch a cold!"

So Song Xueyan swayed back to the living room slowly, walked over to hug him, and watched him step by step.Yan Qi smiled and said, "Why are you so clingy?"

"I'm happy, I like it." Song Xueyan climbed onto his back, and was picked up by Yan Qi.He pressed his chin on Yan Qi's head, and began to settle accounts, "When the doctor came in the morning, Yan Le and Mr. Yu hadn't left yet, right? Don't they all know that I've been given a fever by you?"

This is like a bold word.

Yan Qi sighed secretly, and said, "I should know, but I'm an adult now, so don't worry about it."

He stepped forward to turn on the TV, played "Dangerous Situation", and then walked around the living room with Song Xueyan on his back, as if he was acting on behalf of him.

Song Xueyan groaned and said nothing, thinking it was the same, last night they were upside down in the master bedroom, and the guest bedroom may not be safe.Fortunately, although his house has been complained about as a model room, at least the sound insulation is really good.

"By the way, didn't I keep two notebooks, and one of the directors invited me to a cafe in the afternoon for a face-to-face chat." Yan Qi said in a deliberative way, "I'm worried about leaving you alone at home. Send it to Brother Yanle, and come pick you up after I finish talking, okay?"

"No." Song Xueyan said, "Take me with you."

Yan Qi was surprised: "But——"

"No, but, I won't bother you to have a private interview, I'll wait for you next door." Song Xueyan tilted her head and rubbed his face, "Okay, okay, okay——"

"Stop." Yan Qi's ears were buzzing, and he said quickly, "Okay, very good, very good!"

Song Xueyan said with satisfaction: "You are the most obedient, then show me the script now, and I will listen to your thoughts."

When Mr. Song went online, Yan Qi immediately said, "Obey!"