bad kid

In the end, they broke up unhappy.

If it weren't for Ruan Zhimu and Yan Minghua to stop one, the father and son would have to perform a full martial arts on the spot.

Yan Zuncheng left angrily, Yan Minghua nodded apologetically to Ruan Zhimu, and followed closely.

Yan Yue slammed the bedroom door shut and didn't come out all night.

The dinner that was supposed to be used to celebrate naturally fell through.

Ruan Zhimu carried the plastic bag to the kitchen, looked at the brisket affectionately for a few seconds, sighed, and stuffed it into the freezer.

Ruan Zhimu knew that the relationship between Yan Yue and his father was at odds, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

Yan Yue has been here for two months, and he has never had such a big anger.

The next day was Saturday, Ruan Zhimu woke up early in the morning.

After breakfast, I went out for a walk, and came back to exercise for a while.

At ten o'clock, there was still no movement in Yan Yue's room.

Ruan Zhimu became a little nervous.

Yan Yue has always been quite calm and collected. He thought that he just got angry for a while and didn't want to be disturbed, so he stayed in the room all the time, and didn't think about other possibilities.

But it's already ten o'clock, it's too long, Yan Yue should be hungry even if he doesn't want to talk.

A few social news clips suddenly flashed in Ruan Zhimu's mind.

A certain adolescent child, because he was angry with his parents, locked himself in the room and self-harmed himself; a certain student, who was criticized for failing in the exam, jumped off the building to retaliate against his parents.

Ruan Zhimu hurried to knock on the door: "Yan Yue, Yan Yue, are you awake?"

There was no movement inside.

"Yan Yue, are you there? Talk!"

Ruan Zhimu pushed hard, and the door opened.

what.

Door unlocked?

Ruan Zhimu subconsciously thought that the door was locked behind him, which is always the case in family TV dramas.

"...Noisy."

Yan Yue's whole body was wrapped in the quilt, and his voice came out in a low, slightly hoarse voice.

Ruan Zhimu knew something was wrong as soon as he heard the voice.

He took his head out of the quilt and touched his forehead. It was hot and his hair was wet with sweat.

Yan Yue closed his eyes, his wet bangs were messily pasted on his forehead, his cheeks had an abnormal light pink, and he looked a little delirious from the burn.

Ruan Zhimu pulled his hand: "You have a fever, get up quickly and go to the hospital."

Yan Yue: "No."

Ruan Zhimu wanted to beat him up: "What kind of childish temper are you playing at this time, if you don't go to the hospital, do you want to burn into a fool?"

"It's just a fever." Yan Yue even smiled, "It'll be fine after a night of sleep. When I was at home, it was always like this... I'm self-reliant, fend for myself."

Ruan Zhimu was slightly taken aback.

His hand was still holding Yan Yue's, probably because of lack of strength, Yan Yue did not break free.

Ruan Zhimu was washing fruit just now, and his hands were icy cold from the tap water; while Yan Yue's palms and backs were hot, and his knuckles were slightly red.

The skin is close to each other, like ice and fire.

Yan Yue's fingers moved suddenly, and then the back of his hand rubbed against Ruan Zhimu's palm, as if he felt comfortable against something cold.

Ruan Zhimu was helpless.

Yan Yue was much taller than him, and it would not work for him to forcefully carry him to the hospital.

He took out the thermometer from the drawer, forcibly untied Yan Yue's pajamas, and stuffed the thermometer under his arm.

Take it out after 3 minutes, it shows 38 degrees.

Ruan Zhimu breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, fortunately, it was only a low-grade fever.

If you have a low fever, you may be able to physically cool down at home without going to the hospital.

Yan Yue didn't know if he was in a coma, and suddenly grabbed his hand, turned over, and pressed his hot cheek against the palm of his hand.

... so hot.

Yan Yue's cheeks were half down, and his lips slightly rubbed against his fingertips.

Ruan Zhimu was a little dazed, he only felt a steady stream of heat coming from his palms, which made his wrists turn red.

He wanted to retract his hand, but after a little struggle, Yan Yue would increase his strength and hold his hand even more firmly in his palm.

Ruan Zhimu was stunned for a moment.

Is Yan Yue treating him as a humanoid anti-fever paste?

Ruan Zhimu tried to discuss with him: "Look, if this is the case, you can let go of me for a while, and I will wash you a cold towel, which will cool you down much faster. You haven't drunk water all night, and your lips are a little dry and flaky I'm going to get you some water."

He threatened him: "Although your body temperature is not too high now, if you don't cool down, you won't be sure. Maybe you will really become a little fool. Let's see which girl still likes you by then."

Yan Yue didn't respond, he held his hand tightly, his eyes were closed tightly, as if he didn't hear a word.

Ruan Zhimu had no choice but to pull his hands out and fight with all his strength.

Just when the little finger was about to break free, Yan Yue opened his lips slightly and muttered something.

The hot breath spit out in the palm of Ruan Zhimu's hand, as if it was going to burn him.

This is a side that Yan Yue has never shown.

Soft, fragile, lonely, like a wounded seabird moored on a reef.

Ships come and go, no one stops.

It only takes a small wave to drown him easily.

Ruan Zhimu picked out his ear: "What? What pigeon, do you want pigeon soup?"

He lowered his head and leaned closer to Yan Yue's face, trying to hear what he was saying.

At this moment, Yan Yue turned over.

The distance suddenly drew closer, and Yan Yue's lips brushed gently against his earlobe.

His breath was hot, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was low.

"……elder brother."

-

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Yue's fever gradually subsided.

Ruan Zhimu went out to buy fruit, and called Yan Minghua on the way to tell him about Yan Yue's fever.

The temperature has changed greatly in the morning and evening in the past few days, and Yan Yue got angry again last night, probably because he accidentally caught the cold.

Yan Minghua was relieved to learn that it was only a low-grade fever: "Then I will trouble you and take good care of him."

Ruan Zhimu: "Yes. Yan Yue is actually quite obedient. Although he refused to go to the hospital, I gave him a cold compress with a towel, fed him water and took medicine, and he was very cooperative."

Yan Minghua thought it was amazing: "He is not so obedient at home. Whenever he gets sick, he locks himself in the room and doesn't open the door when anyone comes."

Ruan Zhimu: "When I was taking care of him just now, I heard him say in a daze that I used to take care of myself when I was sick at home?"

Yan Minghua sighed: "This is also because of old things. Not long after his parents divorced, didn't his father remarry and gave birth to a youngest son within a year. That year, the youngest son had omphalitis, and his father was in a hurry. I was taking care of my youngest son in the hospital, but I didn't notice that Yan Yue was also sick. Yan Yue burned at home alone for three days, and almost died, but the neighbors found out and sent him to the hospital."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

No wonder Yan Yue has such an awkward personality, Ruan Zhimu thought, if he were Yan Yue, his temper might be a hundred times worse than this.

Yan Minghua: "Since then, Yan Yue has been sick and refused to be taken care of by anyone. His father wanted to take him to the hospital by force. When he was in a trance with fever, he wanted to fight with his father. He was so stubborn."

Ruan Zhimu: "What happened last night..."

Yan Minghua: "His father is still angry. In fact, he was really happy to go there. His father also said that he didn't expect him to make such a big progress. He drove there before getting off work. He wanted to reward him in the past, but he didn't. After saying a few words, we started arguing again."

"However, his performance has indeed improved this time, and it is inseparable from your care and guidance."

Ruan Zhimu said modestly: "Wherever it is, he still works hard."

Yan Minghua: "Have you thought about what I told you last time?"

It refers to the signing of the contract. Yan Zuncheng promised that the more Yan made progress, the higher the bonus he would give.

Ruan Zhimu hesitated a little.

His attitude towards Yan Yue now is not as utilitarian and businesslike as it was at the beginning.

The more Yan made progress, he was happy for him from the bottom of his heart, not entirely for Yan Zuncheng's bonus.

Yan Minghua seemed to guess what he was thinking: "You don't have to think too much. Our family is very happy that Yan Yue can make progress. His father has always invested generously in his children's education. And you can take care of Yan Yue with all your heart. See, you deserve it."

"Besides, it seems that Yan Yue really listens to you very much. This is something that many famous school teachers can't do." Yan Minghua praised, "I didn't realize before that you still have this kind of talent."

Ruan Zhimu was a little flattered by the praise.

He turned a corner and caught sight of the newly built high-rise buildings in the distance.

It was a newly built community in City A, with a beautiful environment, convenient transportation, and stylish apartment types.

He waited and watched greedily for a long time, but the current deposit could not even reach the down payment, so he could only take a look at it from a distance every morning when he was exercising.

Think of the down payment, think of the mortgage, think of the beautiful life in the next 30 years.

Ruan Zhimu grabbed the plastic bag in his hand and said, "Okay."

-

Ruan Zhimu came home and found Yan Yue standing in the kitchen drinking water.

His cheeks were still flushed, but he was standing still, with clear eyes.

"woke up?"

Ruan Zhimu hurried over to touch his forehead, and found that his body temperature was only slightly higher than normal, so he was relieved: "It seems that the fever has subsided."

Yan Yue took the bag in his hand and glanced at it: "Grapefruit price reduction?"

"In your eyes, I only buy things with reduced prices?" Ruan Zhimu rolled his eyes at him, "Seeing that you are burning so badly, I specially bought imported red heart grapefruit to nourish your body."

Yan Yue: "Men don't rely on this to make up their bodies."

Ruan Zhimu: "Otherwise, what do you want to eat, Kidney Treasure? Guilu Tonifying Kidney Pill?"

Yan Yue pursed his lips, his bangs resting on his forehead, looking a little obedient: "I'm underage, don't you think it's a bit too much for you to talk dirty to me?"

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

At this time, it's time to pretend to be innocent.

Who started it first? Hey!

Yan Yue: "When I was in a daze with a fever, I felt something cool sticking to my cheeks. It was soft and comfortable. Is it a fever-reducing paste?"

That fucking is Lao Tzu's hand.

Ruan Zhimu was a little embarrassed: "...um."

Yan Yue stared at him: "What brand?"

Ruan Zhimu didn't buy any anti-fever stickers at all, so he said an English name indiscriminately.

"That's it," Yan Yue nodded, "It's quite effective, remember to buy more, and continue to use it next time."

Ruan Zhimu was speechless: "How can anyone curse themselves for getting sick?"

"As long as it's something you like and comfortable, it doesn't matter if you're sick," Yan Yue laughed, "I still want to be sick for the rest of my life, so I can hold on to it forever."

Ruan Zhimu: "Your thinking is a bit dangerous."

Yan Yue: "It can also be used for other things. When your body gets hot, you can grab it and rub it."

"Rub it, it will be very comfortable."

The author says:

soft run aaaaaaaa

I feel like I'm going to be eaten (〃'▽'〃)