It's senior, your voice is so nice

"Zechuan, take your medicine." Zhenmu lowered his voice as if coaxing a child, but he still couldn't take his hand away, letting Shan Zechuan's forehead stick to him.Shan Zechuan was so hot that he seemed to be in a daze from burning, he neither opened his eyes nor answered, just curled up on the bed like that and didn't move.

Zhen Mu sighed softly, and with the other hand, he struggled to find the infrared thermometer he bought in the plastic bag.

He moved away a little, and put the thermometer close to Shan Zechuan's forehead. After the beep sounded, "39.5°C" was displayed on the screen.

It's too hot, too.

Zhen Mu was taken aback, and quickly reached out to grab Shan Zechuan, trying to pick him up from the bed: "Hey, come with me to the hospital..."

To Zhenmu, Shan Zechuan is not only tall, but also heavy, especially when he is unconscious and unable to get up independently.He tried to hug Shan Zechuan horizontally to no avail, and tried to move the other upper body, let him lean on him, and continued to coax: "Zechuan, wake up...Follow me to the hospital..."

Probably because he made him uncomfortable, Shan Zechuan finally said: "Um..."

"Follow me to the hospital..."

"My head hurts..." Shan Zechuan just groaned, and he didn't intend to get up, or he was still not sober.He was leaning on Zhenmu's body, and he couldn't use any strength; Zhenmu had nothing to do with him, so he simply took advantage of this opportunity to quickly disassemble the antipyretic medicine around Shan Zechuan, and stuffed it into Shan Zechuan's mouth .

Shan Zechuan didn't resist, he obediently waited for the water glass to be handed to his lips, and swallowed the medicine with great difficulty.

"Going to the hospital..." Zhenmu tried to ask again.

But obviously, Shan Zechuan, who was delirious, didn't want to move any more. He leaned back, and Zhen Mu had to make room for him to lie back on the bed.Shan Zechuan still closed his eyes, shrank back on the bed, and said vaguely: "Just sleep and it will be fine..."

"...If the fever doesn't subside after a while, you should go to the hospital." Zhenmu said, "Go to sleep first."

He got up and planned to get a towel to cool down Shan Zechuan physically, but when he came out of the room, he bumped into Shan Zexue who was carrying a suitcase and was about to go out: "Are you going out?"

In fact, there were still two hours before Shan Zexue's scheduled departure time.

But as a cute little girl who can read the air very well, how could she be a light bulb at home?Even though her brother had a fever, she believed that Zhenmu was the panacea.Therefore, Shan Zexue decided to go out early and have a late-night snack with his friends.Of course you can't tell Zhenmu about this, she said a little shyly: "Yes, thanks to Teacher Zhenmu, otherwise no one will take care of my brother..."

"Then be careful on the road, you can call me if you have anything to do." Zhenmu said so, and took out the phone from his pocket, "Give me your number."

"Ah, is it really possible!!"

"Well," Zhenmu handed the unlocked phone to Shan Zexue, "You are Zechuan's younger sister."

With such an understatement, Shan Zexue was so excited that his cheeks flushed, he held his breath and entered his number, got through and hung up: "Then, please ask Teacher Zhenmu...to take care of my brother...He, His key is on the shoe cabinet..."

"Don't worry," Zhenmu watched her go out with a gentle smile, "I wish you a successful signing."

"Thank you!! Goodbye, Teacher Zhenmu!!"

Seeing Shan Zexue close the door and leave, Zhen Mu was a little dazed for a moment, then turned around and continued to work.In the bathroom, Shan Zechuan's things were clearly separated from his sister's things, and it was easy to tell which towel belonged to him at a glance.Zhen Mu stood in front of the sink with his head down, rubbing a towel, and his thoughts diverged for a moment in the sound of the water—he had done this kind of thing before, taking care of the sick Lin Changxu like a good wife and mother.

It would be great if memory could be deleted as soon as it is said, just like computer files.

Zhen Mu knew that the problem was with him, as Ye Che said, he was more timid than ever in his relationship with Shan Zechuan.Obviously hearing that he had a fever and seeing him feeling uncomfortable made me feel worried; I knew that I couldn't contain my heartbeat for him...but Zhenmu subconsciously wanted to keep a distance, for fear of repeating the same mistakes.

He wrung out the excess water and returned to Shan Zechuan's room with a wet towel.

The other party's handsome eyebrows were dyed a layer of crimson. He covered the other party's forehead with a wet towel, then pulled over the computer chair next to him, and sat on the edge of the bed to watch.

He stared at Shan Zechuan, his thoughts drifted further and further away, as if the past events were playing in his mind, and the intermittent images were clumsily edited into a movie.He thought of the person he had a crush on when he was young, how he got together with Lin Changxu later, how he broke up; finally Zhenmu remembered that day when he was sitting on the sofa in the rest area, Shan Zechuan blushed and said nervously, " It's your senior who called you so nicely."

The Shan Zechuan who looked like that overlapped with the now flushed and frowning Shan Zechuan. Zhenmu came back to his senses suddenly, checked the time with his mobile phone, and sent you a text message to Shan Zexue by the way, Ask if you have successfully boarded the car or something.

Shan Zechuan's illness came very badly, but perhaps because he was in good health, he took medicine and applied cold towels, and the effect was quickly seen.Zhenmu changed towels back and forth, and took his temperature several times. Seeing that his temperature dropped from 39.5 degrees to 37.9, he felt a little relieved.

Zhen Mu thought that he would be hungry when he got up, but it was two o'clock in the morning, and the only takeaways that could be delivered nearby were barbecue, which was obviously not suitable for patients.He went to the refrigerator to check—oh, the refrigerator is full, and there are plenty of fruits and ingredients in it, as expected of a family with girls.

He rummaged in the kitchen, and finally cooked a vegetable porridge for Shan Zechuan, warming it in a pot.

After Shan Zechuan got sick, he was very honest. He lay on the bed for several hours without changing his position.After he finished his work in the kitchen, he went back to his room to look after him, gradually getting sleepy.

He leaned on the computer chair and stood beside Shan Zechuan in a sleepy state; the other person's complexion improved a lot after cooling down, but he slept soundly, as if he hadn't slept for a few days.

When it was dawn, Zhenmu confirmed once again that Shan Zechuan's fever had subsided. He put all the medicines that he should take on the bedside, and was afraid that he would wake up thirsty, so he added another glass of water. Leaving—he still had work this morning, and to be honest, he was still a little worried. He only slept for two hours intermittently one night, and his voice would definitely be affected.

Get a good night's sleep after busy work, and ask the children to have dinner tomorrow, Zhen Mu thought.

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When Shan Zechuan was dazed by the high fever, he seemed to be hallucinating.His heavy eyelids could at most open a crack, and this crack was blocked a lot by his eyelashes, and the shadows he saw were blurred, leaving only vaguely discernible color patches.

But for some reason, there was a voice in his head reminding him that it was Zhen Mu.

It was Zhen Mu who was sitting not far from him, and it was Zhen Mu who was standing by his side...how could it be possible!

His strength couldn't support himself to fully open his eyes, and it was even difficult to maintain this slit. He closed his eyes before he could hold on for a long time, and his heavy head was full of ridicule at himself.

How could Zhenmu appear in front of him? He remembered that although he felt uncomfortable in the recording studio, he still managed to go home.Before falling asleep, the memory stays on his sister's bluffing voice, no matter how he thinks he should be at home.

The forehead is cold and cool, so comfortable.

But it seemed that something softer and smoother had touched his forehead before.

Ah—ah, he is really worthless.

After he didn't reply to that text message, he didn't contact Zhen Mu for three or four days.Just like the tragic situation he thought of, if he didn't contact Zhenmu, Zhenmu would never contact him.They are obviously in the same city and are in the same industry, but they are like a long-distance relationship. They are kept together by text messages and phone calls, and they rarely see each other...Anyway, Shan Zechuan thinks it is rare.

Now, it doesn't even count as a long-distance relationship, let's count it as a brainwave relationship.

Considering that he is just a dispensable substitute, this plot does not seem to be a big surprise.But he is really worthless, even so, what he sees in his eyes, hears in his ears, and thinks in his heart is still true Mu.

He seems to have heard Zhenmu call him "Zechuan" softly, and also seems to smell the fragrance of Zhenmu's shower gel.

He must have been burned out.

Shan Zechuan slept for more than ten hours, and he didn't wake up until eight or nine the next morning.When I woke up, the bedside table was full of medicines, a glass of water and a thermometer.

Shan Zechuan got up from the bed, his clothes were sticky with sweat, and it was uncomfortable to stick to his skin; he didn't even take off his outer pants, but was thrown into the quilt by his sister, and now he had to change the bedding when he got up Lose.He got out of bed, relaxed a lot, and seemed to be all right.

The house was empty, and there was vegetable porridge kept warm in a pot in the kitchen.

Can't tell, the younger sister of the professional pit brother in his family can take care of people now?Not only prepared the medicine thoughtfully, but also cooked the porridge, making it so virtuous and virtuous.

Shan Zechuan took a shower, scooped out a bowl of vegetable porridge to satisfy his hunger, and the taste was not bad.

To put it bluntly, the dubbing work for the film was successfully completed, he had a few days to rest, and just happened to be sick again, Shan Zechuan didn't plan to go out, after doing some housework at home, he took his sister's game console and started to fall.

But even if it was a game he liked before, there was no way for him to fully devote himself to it.

As long as he relaxes a little, he will think of Zhenmu.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Shan Zechuan picked up his mobile phone for the 145398th time, and clicked on the text message interface with Zhenmu.

There were still no new text messages, and the last conversation stayed on Zhenmu's ambiguous answer.

If this continues, he can't help but want to call Zhenmu—but what can he say when he calls, why doesn't Zhenmu call him?Shan Zechuan knew that the other party's answer must be "very busy recently".

Thinking of this, he simply changed hands and called Shan Zexue.

"Beep...beep...beep..." The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, and immediately there was a noisy voice over there, Shan Zexue's voice was also super loud, "Hello! Brother! Are you alright!! !"

"Much better... where are you?"

"Ah?! I'm in City Z!! At the signing event!!" Shan Zexue spoke as if he was separated by a mountain, "I'll be back tomorrow!!!"

"Ah, you..." "I'll hang up first!! Send a text message if you have something to do!!!" "Xiaoxue...!" "Beep..."

Damn, his sister has already started signing autographs, why isn't he popular yet?

Shan Zechuan thought angrily, threw the phone behind him, leaned on the sofa and stared blankly.

Just then, the phone vibrated.

Don't even think about it, it must be from Shan Zexue.Thinking of this, he reached out and touched the phone back, and held it listlessly before his eyes.

"Zhen Mu": Can we come out for dinner tomorrow night?

!!!

Shan Zechuan really can't play with him, just such a very polite question, the emotional one has already begun to forgive Zhenmu.