Mr. Mo smells so good

"Eat it."

Chu Qing handed him the medicine and said while yawning.

Mo Yuhui felt sorry for him when he gave the medicine

"I'm fine, you go to sleep, it's too late."

After speaking, he remembered that he was woken up by him, and his expression suddenly darkened.

Chu Qing couldn't see him like this, waved his hand and said indifferently

"It's okay, I'll sleep after I take your temperature again."

After a while, I took my temperature again. Fortunately, it was only a low-grade fever, so I didn't need to take antipyretics, so I was relieved.

Mo Yuhui got better when he sat up and coughed a bit, Chu Qing also lay down again, Mo Yuhui didn't lie down until the cough subsided, the night was finally over.

Because they slept late last night, the two woke up again in the middle of the night, so neither of them woke up according to the biological clock. When Mo Yuhui woke up, it was almost eight o'clock.

There is no sunlight on the curtains every day, and it should still be cloudy outside. He turned around and looked at the young man beside him and suddenly smiled. He saw him sleeping on his back on the quilt. Thanks to the big enough bed, otherwise it would not be enough He styled it.

The short black hair curled up and rubbed several times after a night of sleep, and his hands were still scratching the pillow in front of him like a child. Mo Yuhui had never even thought about such a scene before. When he opened his eyes, the young man was by his side.

Not long after, he heard a soft "humming" sound, knowing that the young man was about to wake up, but Chu Qing slept very soundly in the second half of the night, turned over and opened one eye. Hands cover eyes.

Seeing his childish movements, Mo Yuhui curled his lips and smiled. It took a long time for Chu Qing to open his eyes. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find where the watch on the wall was. willing to wake up lazy

"what time is it?"

"Eight fifteen."

Chu Qing shook his head for a while, suddenly remembered the episode of last night, turned his head and glanced at the people around him, fortunately, his face was much better than before.

"how do you feel?"

"It's all right."

Mo Yuhui slept well in the second half of the night yesterday, he had enough sleep, he was a little more energetic, and his cough was much better. He didn't have the habit of lazy bed, and he usually got up when he woke up, but he looked at the young man who was still lying on the bed. He hesitated.

Chu Qing waved his hand at him

"Give me another minute."

After speaking, he buried his head in the quilt. Mo Yuhui was a little dazed seeing him like this, but thinking about it, he didn't sleep well yesterday, so let him sleep for a while, for fear of disturbing him, so he just sat up and leaned The bed is waiting for him.

Dr. Chu is obviously a very time-conscious person. As soon as 15 minutes came, he lifted the quilt and shouted "get up", which shocked Mo Yuhui, and then smiled helplessly. He also lifted the quilt and prepared to get up.

"Go and wash first."

Chu Qing told him that Mo Yuhui nodded and went to the bathroom first. When he came out, he found that the young man had already made all the quilts and made the bed flat.

After both of them finished washing, they went downstairs. Chu Qing was stunned looking at the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The heavy snow has not stopped until now

"It snowed all night?"

Chu Qing's tone was very surprised. He had never seen a few snowfalls in the upper city since he was a child, but now it is not only snowing, but it is also snowing like a piece of paper?

Standing in front of the window, he saw that the standing lotus stalks in the lotus pond at the door and the pines and cypresses in the garden were covered with snow, and there were snowflakes flying under the eaves of the corridor. The wrap is so plain and beautiful.

It has to be said that only such Chinese-style cloisters, courtyards, and cornices will be able to fully express the poems about the snow that have been handed down for hundreds of years.

Chu Qing was caught in such a beautiful scenery and couldn't extricate himself from it. He didn't realize that the person behind him looked at the snow outside and his eyes sank and he didn't speak.

The two had a simple breakfast. After Chu Qing finished eating, he took a coat and went to the yard. A layer of ice had formed in the lotus pond, and a thick layer of snow had accumulated on it. The snow probably fell all night. It was almost eight or nine centimeters deep, and there was a creaking sound when the feet stepped on it.

Except for the fact that his parents took him out to travel and saw snow when he was a child, he has hardly seen it since then. When he grew up, he worked and worked in Africa.

Mo Yuhui sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, watching the young man squatting beside the lotus pond to test the thickness of the ice outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the corners of his lips curled up in an intoxicating arc, and the worries in his eyes were washed away After walking for a few minutes, he was stained with a gentle and doting smile.

After looking at it for a long time, I took out my phone and opened the interface of the weather forecast, the red warning of heavy snow, and the news that different road sections were blocked bounced off the phone.

I can't help but sigh in my heart, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, if it is in the wrong place, it may be a disaster.

When Chu Qing came in, although there was wind and snow all over the place, his face was still rosy and bloody, which is unique to young people. He rubbed his hands and said to the people in the room:

"Don't you go out and have a look? It's rare to snow."

Mo Yuhui laughed and joked after hearing this

"It's too cold, I, an old man, won't join in the fun."

Chu Qing knew that he was afraid of the cold, so he didn't say anything else. He sat down on the sofa beside him, took a sip of the hot tea that the man handed over and said

"I don't think the weather is normal, right? I grew up in the upper city, and I can count the snowflakes I've seen with five fingers, let alone such a heavy snow."

"It's not normal. The last time there was such a sudden snowfall was the big snow disaster at the beginning of the century."

Chu Qing raised his head suddenly

"Snow disaster? I seem to have heard of it, but I don't have much memory."

Mo Yuhui suddenly smiled

"It's been almost 21 years since the snow disaster that year. I was still in school, and you were probably only five or six years old. Plus, there was no Internet at that time, and you could only get news through the news. It's normal for you to have no impression."

Then Chu Qing touched his nose and said

"The snow disaster seemed to be quite serious that year."

Mo Yuhui gathered the blanket on his lap, leaned back, nodded and sighed

"It was really serious. The snowstorm that year was just before the Spring Festival, and the traffic was paralyzed, which directly caused a large number of people to be stranded and unable to go home. The power grids in many places were damaged by snow. Some towns had power outages for as long as ten days. Some houses in surrounding villages and towns were also crushed by the snow."

Chu Qing was a little stunned when he heard this. He has experienced epidemics and wars, but he has never experienced snow disasters. He never thought that a heavy snow could bring such serious consequences.

"Damn, it's so scary? Then, it won't happen this time? When will the weather forecast stop?"

The author says:

The first night of living together is over

Xiao Chu didn't remember, Mr. Mo was waiting for him

At that time, Xiao Chu was too young and had never experienced a snowstorm, so it was normal to not understand

I want to write that under adversity, the two depend on each other for life, and encourage and rely on each other

Although Mr. Mo was worried, he still looked at Xiao Chu with pampering eyes.

Finally, let's envy Mo Zongde's courtyard with his real name

I can't stop writing this

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