I make your medicine

Li Che heard a severe cough and walked into the kitchen.

"what happened?"

Tang Ren breathed a sigh of relief with red eyes, and said in a rough voice, "It's okay." After speaking, he went straight to the toilet to wash his hands.

Li Che looked at his younger brother, Li Ze's face was blank, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.

The meat had already been marinated by Li Che, and the other side dishes were ready. The three of them opened the balcony of the kitchen and sat on three sides of the dining table quietly waiting for the meat to be cooked through.

"Can your wound eat meat?" Tang Ren disagreed when he saw that he was sandwiching raw beef and laying it flat on the baking tray.

"Small injury, it's really not serious." Li Che tried to struggle. These days Tang Ren was in charge of the spoon, and all he cooked was stir-fried vegetables that could make birds fade out of his mouth. cruel.

"Stop eating mutton." Tang Ren reluctantly took a step back and offered an option.

"Okay, don't eat mutton." Li Che accepted with a smile.

Li Ze drank the coke specially approved by his brother, glanced at this for a while and then looked at that for a while, vaguely aware that he seemed a little redundant.

Under the watchful eyes of the young employees, Boss Li really didn't move a piece of mutton. Li Ze was just growing up, and his tall figure seemed like a bottomless pit. Most of the things on the table almost went into his stomach.

After taking the last sip of Coke, Li Ze looked at the table in the living room facing his perspective and the exercise book on it, and asked, "Is that table newly bought?"

Li Che's chewing movements froze, insisting on the original script: "The company is redundant."

Tang Ren lowered his eyes, quietly picked up the fishbone in the bowl, and concealed the curvature of his lips.

Li Ze pursed his mouth, and said in a strange way: "Heh, everyone else has new tables and lamps, but I only have a dining table."

Tang Ren couldn't hide his smile completely, and he cocked a brisk smile on one side.

"I haven't seen you go home and study, don't act." After Li Che said lightly, he quickly glanced at Tang Ren.

It is true that Lize seldom studies at home, he pouted resentfully, and continued to fight against the meat slices.When he finally swept away the battlefield in his bowl, he looked at his brother and asked, "Can I have another can?"

Li Che glanced at him and nodded: "Drink, there's only one can left."

The happiness of a teenager is so simple, he happily went to the balcony of the living room to get the last can of Coke, and there were only two people left in the kitchen.

Li Che saw that Tang Ren ate half of the grilled fish, "Do you like fish?"

Tang Ren was stunned, "Well, I really like it." He picked up the fishbone patiently, and said slowly: "When I was young, my mother would buy a fish home when she was paid."

"I also eat fish on my birthday."

Li Che suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he celebrated his birthday without any celebration or gift. Every time, his father secretly stuffed him with pocket money of ten yuan and 20 yuan. Taking pictures, he also has everything for other children. Every time he looks at Li Che, he feels sick, but he can't hate this younger brother, because every time little Li Ze secretly takes the good things he got When things were shared with him, he would soften into a mess until his father fell ill.

Li Che lowered the temperature of the grill pan, warmed the grilled fish slowly to prevent the bottom from sticking, and asked casually, "When is your birthday?"

"November fifteen."

Li Che stopped and looked at him in surprise, "Really?"

Tang Ren nodded inexplicably, "Well, what's wrong?"

Li Che chuckled: "It's a coincidence, I'm on November [-]th."

When Li Ze came in, he saw Tang Ren staring at his brother intently, and his brother let the other party watch with a very happy expression.

"What are you two doing?" He opened the tab of the soda can with one hand, sat back in his original position and picked up the chopsticks again.

"Pay attention to the influence, I'm still underage." He raised his legs in an unserious manner, and he looked like a fool who deserved to be beaten.

Tang Ren withdrew his gaze, Li Che still smiled, and said lightly, "Eat your meat."

The plates on the table were emptied one by one, the three men didn't waste any food, even the remaining two pieces of lettuce were eaten by Li Ze dipped in the barbecue ingredients.

In the afternoon, I made an appointment with my classmates to play golf. Young people always have endless energy. After eating, Li Ze helped clean up the dishes, stuffed the freshly washed clothes into the bag, and left in a hurry, very rough.

On the balcony, Li Che lit a cigarette.

Next Tuesday is NO.15 in November, so I have to do something.

Tang Ren opened the door, sat on the chair next to him, picked up the ashtray and handed it to Li Che.

Li Che stared blankly at him, then at the cigarette he had just lit that had not much ash left.

"You can't smoke if you have a wound."

The child signaled with his eyes expressionlessly, Li Che listened to his deep voice, and smiled lightly, "Okay." Then he pressed out a whole brand new cigarette in the ashtray, and he lazily tilted his head. Kicking his legs, he seemed to complain: "It's really strict."

Tang Ren was unmoved, "Easy to get infected."

Boss Li gave a soft "um" and asked, "How did you celebrate your previous birthdays?" He rubbed his fingers, and glanced at the ashtray with regret, his addiction stopped abruptly, and he felt a little itchy.

Tang Ren was quiet for a moment, and said in a low voice, "It's not been a few times." Li Che tilted his head unexpectedly, and Tang Ren continued: "When I was very young, I ate fish for my birthday, and I can't pass it after that."

Tang Ren's tone was flat, and he asked casually, "What about you?"

Li Che turned his gaze back, looked at the clear and pale sky outside, and smiled lightly, "I haven't celebrated my birthday."

Out of the corner of his eye, Tang Ren was staring at him. He touched his lips, still wanting to smoke one.

"There was an accident on the day I was born, and my mother didn't like me very much because of it." This is the cognition he has built up since he was sensible. His mother doesn't like him. Now he has no ups and downs when talking about this matter. It's as if you're gossip about someone else's family.

"It's impossible for you to cause the accident." Tang Ren rarely had an incomprehensible emotion. He frowned and traced the calm eyes of the boss, and rarely felt a little unhappy because of other people's affairs.

Indeed, a newborn baby struggles to catch his breath, let alone cause any accidents.

Li Che's smile gradually softened, and the indifference in his eyes receded little by little, "My grandfather fell down the stairs when he went out in order to visit me in the hospital, and he couldn't be saved."

His birthday has since become the anniversary of the death of a relative he has never met.

Tang Ren's eyes froze for a moment, "Sorry."

"It's okay, old Huang Li." The smile returned to his eyes, Li Che touched the edge of the ashtray, and asked tentatively: "Can you approve one? One a day is enough."

His mouth was so busy that he always felt that the duck that had reached his mouth just now flew away, which made him want to twitch even more.

The child looked at the flattering smile on his lips, and then stared at the clean and tidy fingers.

This application seems to be a bit ambiguous.

Tang Ren smiled, propped his elbows on the table to cover the corner of his mouth, and nodded: "Well, one."

Boss Li got the approval of the small employees and picked up the lighter with relief.

Tang Ren looked at the cigarette case handed over by the boss, and shook his head: "You smoke." Li Che didn't force him, lit the cigarette, and took a puff of the cigarette that he had been thinking about for several minutes.

"It's snowing!" The crisp voice of the children downstairs broke the silence, like a switch, and other children also chirped and cheered.

"It's snowing, it's snowing!"

Li Che looked at the snowflakes falling with the wind on the railing, "It's quite big."

The snowflakes stuck to each other and clustered into fluffy lumps, which were melted by the temperature of the balcony before they lasted long, leaving a water stain.

He treasured the only cigarette he had today, "Is this the first snow this year?"

Tang Ren gave a deep "hmm" and stared intently at the snowy courtyard.

Li Che suddenly thought of something, his finger holding the cigarette rested on his lips, his thumb rubbed the corner of his lips, and asked casually, "Do you know the meaning of Chuxue?"

Tang Ren turned his head, his clean eyes were a little dazed: "Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest?"

"..." Li Che couldn't help laughing, he continued to smoke and nodded: "Yes, Ruixue heralds a good harvest."

Tang Ren's intuition was wrong, so he didn't say anything, and sat quietly as before.

When Li Che finished smoking the cigarette and turned back to the living room, Tang Ren watched him close the door, and then opened the mobile phone software to search: the meaning of Chuxue.

The first item that popped up from the browser was a question asked by a netizen who had the same doubts as him. The answer below is very simple.

Watch Chuxue with the one you love, and you will be happy to the end.

He read this line of words several times over and over again, and turned to look at the boss who had just come out of the bathroom. The boss smiled at him and said something, and his mouth shape was probably: Isn't it cold?

He slowly raised an extremely gentle smile, which made Li Che instantly fascinated.

If it is not cold, if the bottom of my heart is hot, it will not be cold.