Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

The living room was quiet for a while, Grandpa Deng looked at the strange appearance of the two, and asked suspiciously: "Or do you mean that you two don't have that kind of relationship? Then fix the sofa..."

"No need for Grandpa Deng, just one room." Qi Yanqing interrupted him with a smile.

Lu Yi moved his lips a few times and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

The guest room is small but clean and tidy. There is a desk, a wardrobe and a 1.5-meter bed in it. There are no people all the year round. It is a bit cold when you come in.

Grandpa Deng found two quilts and sheets, "Two beds are covered to keep warm. It is very cold at night. There is a thermos next to it. You can fill a few thermos bottles and put them under the quilt."

Lu Yichao took it over, "I'll make the shop, Grandpa Deng, go and rest."

Little Bell leaned on the door frame and looked at Qi Yanqing, "Little Bird, good night! Don't stay in bed tomorrow, let's go fishing together!"

Qi Yanqing rubbed her braid, with gentle eyes, "Okay, don't wake up later than me."

"I'm going to sleep now, I can wake up first when I sleep first!" The little bell bounced around, the bell ringing on her ankle was crisp and clear.

After everyone went out, Lu Yichao made the bed, and Qi Yanqing took Hua Diao to the courtyard to solve the problem.

Baicun is a small island, the sea breeze is particularly strong and the air is humid and cold, the summer nights are cold, and the winter is even colder, Qi Yanqing feels that his ears are numb when he comes out for a while.

Hua Diao was very interested in this place, and stopped and stopped, not wanting to go back.

Qi Yanqing let Hua Diao play outside, and unknowingly walked to the small wooden house with the cat.

Looking at it now, it turned out to be such a small room, so small that it can only accommodate a bed, but now the bed is full of debris, and there is no place to sit.

The window frame is made of wood, which has been exposed to wind and rain for many years. The surface has long been wrinkled and peeled off, and the gap with the wall is very large.

A rusty iron lock hung on the door.

"Is it cold?" Lu Yichao didn't know when he came over, leaned against him from behind, and then locked the lock.

He went in before, and the inside was so dilapidated that he couldn't live in it at all, but Qi Yanqing stayed here for a long time, and he just lived in this small place.

"You actually hate me." Lu Yichao spoke, more like muttering to himself.

Qi Yanqing's voice was very calm, "I didn't, and you don't need to think about it every day."

Lu Yichao shook his head, hugged him slowly from behind, looked at the small and dark house through the window, and said guiltily: "You love me, but I keep hurting you and hurting you... how could you not hate me? , you will think of those things whenever you see me."

Lu Yichao hardly spoke tonight, this made him panic.

Qi Yanqing didn't speak, and struggled a few times to go away, then he heard Lu Yichao ask him: "Qi Yanqing, am I not able to make you happy anymore, I can only make you sad."

He opened his mouth slightly, blinked his sore eyes twice, and it took a long time before he said: "Go back."

After returning, the bed in the guest room has been made.

Qi Yanqing washed up briefly, and when he came in, he happened to see Lu Yichao taking medicine.

Lu Yichao took the initiative to say: "Stomach medicine, my stomach feels uncomfortable when I get seasick."

Qi Yanqing withdrew his gaze, pursed his lips lightly, and went to bed without saying a word.

Lu Yichao vomited again while washing up, coughing in a low voice, just in case, he still injected a shot of inhibitor.

Although I know that I can control myself after taking medicine, I am still worried.

After returning to the room, Qi Yanqing had already fallen asleep with his back to him, he turned off the light, and lay down gently beside Qi Yanqing.

Deliberately slowing down the breathing is meaningless, and you can still easily hear the tension.

Lu Yizhao coughed hoarsely, and he asked, "Is it cold?"

Qi Yanqing lay on his side, closed his eyes and said, "Sleep with you."

There are three thermos bottles in his quilt, and he is not cold.

Lu Yizhao smelled the very faint fragrance of roses, and he tried his best not to turn around, "Does your gland still hurt now?"

Qi Yanqing: "The surgical incision has healed, so why does it hurt?"

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt." Lu Yizhao stared at the roof, the room wasn't very dark, the curtains let in light, and the whole room was filled with a layer of cool light.

After an unknown amount of time, the clock on the wall struck twelve, slowly and deeply.

"Qi Yanqing, Happy New Year."

Qi Yanqing's eyelids rolled a few times, and then he felt being hugged from behind, and the movements were very light through the quilt.

"I love you." Lu Yichao said.

Qi Yanqing clenched the quilt tightly, but he didn't fall asleep either.

Lu Yichao got closer, spread half of his quilt over Qi Yanqing's body, and asked in a soft voice: "During the divorce, you said Happy New Year...you said it was because that day was very important, why?"

Qi Yanqing's Adam's apple rolled a few times, if it wasn't for the twitching of his eyelashes, he really seemed to be asleep.

Lu Yichao knew Qi Yanqing's sleeping state best, he could hear it from his breathing.

He didn't fall asleep, so he continued talking.

Lu Yizhao frowned and waited for the headache to pass. He was trying to organize his words, "...I read the chat history later. On New Year's Eve, I made a video call with you, right?"

"I always thought I was calling Chu Xing. He said later that he didn't know about our divorce, and I realized that he made a mistake... During the video, may I make you laugh?"

Qi Yanqing paused for breath, tried his best to restrain himself, but still couldn't help curling up his body, a layer of heat appeared in his tightly closed eyes.

"Shut up," he said.

"You liked to smile at me before." Lu Yichao said.

He felt a little cold and tightened his arms, pressed them against Qi Yanqing's back, and hugged him even with the quilt.

"When you were in school, you looked pretty when you smiled, but then you stopped talking to me."

As Lu Yichao said, he sniffed his breath hard, let out another long breath, and spoke slowly, "Chu Xing sent me several screen recordings, and I would do this several times when I was drunk..."

"Sometimes I'm too angry, thinking about dying with you, but I can't bear it...Looking at Chu Xing, I remembered that you laughed at me like that... Thinking about it, I'm not so angry anymore."

Lu Yichao held him in his arms, pressed his face against his shoulder, and said in a deeper voice, "Even if you don't have a mole on the tip of your nose, I won't be confused. I can tell which one is you at a glance."

"That New Year, are you planning to... spend time with me?"

Qi Yanqing pursed her lips hard, opened her eyes and looked at the wall in front of her, her eyelashes were moist.

Lu Yichao asked him, "Did I say something that hurt you again?"

He could feel Qi Yanqing's body stiffen and tense, and he was right.

Qi Yanqing took a deep breath: "Stop talking, turn back."

Lu Yichao's consciousness was erratic, his head hurt like an awl piercing him, he was too cold, so he hugged Qi Yanqing tightly, fearing that he would also be cold.

"It's all my fault. You are right not to forgive me. If you hadn't come here, I might, never see you again."

The night magnified his emotions, and after a moment of silence, Qi Yanqing felt warmth on his shoulders.

He heard Lu Yichao's suppressed sobs: "Don't like me, Qi Yanqing...I'm a murderer."

"Don't like me anymore." Qi Yanqing heard the painful sobs behind him, his vision suddenly became blurred, and then he heard a softer voice, "...don't leave me."

Lu Yichao hugged him tightly, "Qi Yanqing, do I have no chance again?"

Qi Yanqing closed his eyes, his face was covered with tears.

The next day, when Lu Yizhao was half awake, he groped to the side, but no one...

He woke up instantly and saw that there was no one on the bed, where did Qi Yanqing go!

"Qi Yan cough cough cough..." He clutched his chest and coughed heavily, when he sat up propping himself up, he was very dizzy.

He didn't know where Qi Yanqing had gone, he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he ran out in a hurry, and when he arrived at the yard, he heard the laughter of the little bell, and saw Qi Yanqing and her playing games with a VR helmet.

The two laughed happily, didn't notice him, and were still waving the handle.

"Little bird! Here, here! Jump here!"

"Here we come... Hey!" Qi Yanqing thought he had bumped into something.

"I was scared to death." Lu Yichao hugged him tightly, "I thought you were gone."

Qi Yanqing pushed him, "Don't..."

"Legs are weak, give him a hug, and he'll be fine soon." Lu Yichao hugged him tightly, smelling the fragrance of his neck deeply, and his beating heart gradually calmed down.

Little Bell waved anxiously, "Little Bird, why don't you jump, don't you dare? It's easy! I'll count one, two, three, you just jump!"

Qi Yanqing moved a bit.

Little Bell continued to rush to the next level, "I'll explore the way first, don't be afraid, little bird."

Lu Yichao hugged the person, and suddenly sneezed three times.

"You had a fever last night." Qi Yanqing said.

In the middle of the night, the heat was transmitted to him through the quilt, which was as hot as a stove. After he was given medicine, the temperature dropped a little in the morning.

When he woke up, Lu Yichao was still asleep, his eyes were still swollen.

When Grandpa Deng came back from the outside, he immediately saw the two hugging each other, "Xiao Lu is awake? Why don't you wear shoes! The yard is full of stone bricks, it's not too cold!"

"I... cough, cough, cough!" Lu Yichao then let go of Qi Yanqing, and went back to put on his shoes.

Grandpa Deng boiled ginger soup for him, "Xiao Lu, you are not in good health. Xiaoniao didn't suffer from frostbite, but you caught a cold and had a fever. No matter how busy you are at work, you have to take care of your health. Do you know that?"

"I'm fine, Grandpa Deng." Lu Yichao said.It should be because I got seasick yesterday and my body was already uncomfortable, and I took the medicine to suppress the reverse mark and injected an inhibitor.

Qi Yanqing also came in, and Little Bell was still playing outside.

He took a temperature gun and tested it for Lu Yizhao, "38°6, still burning."

"It's okay, cough, cough..." Lu Yichao endured it, "Don't get too close to me, it's contagious."

"Oh." Qi Yanqing stood up straight, stared at his face for a few seconds, and suddenly asked, "Why are you hurt?"

"What injury?" Lu Yichao asked, and then saw Qi Yanqing looking at his hand.

His hands are covered with bruises, bruises from smashing the door, and scars from rose thorns.

Qi Yanqing added: "The turtleneck sweater you've been wearing for the past few days is just to protect your neck injury?"

Lu Yizhao looked at Qi Yanqing, "I..."

"You hurt yourself." Qi Yanqing said, his eyes turned cold.

"No." Lu Yichao swallowed dryly, "I didn't harm myself."

Qi Yanqing stared into his eyes again, leaned against the cabinet next to him, watched him drink the ginger soup before slowly opening his mouth: "You had a fever last night."

This sentence has been said twice, Lu Yichao licked his chapped lips, looked at him, "Yes, I have a fever."

"Do you still remember what I said?" Qi Yanqing said indifferently, and raised his eyes to meet his.