Tropical Highway

The night before, I said a little bit of my heart and soul, and the sequelae of emotional exhaustion found Zhai Lan the next day.

The next morning, a trip to the museum was arranged, and when You Zhen asked Zhai Lan to wake up, the other party changed from the previous day's pleasure, and curled up in the bed lazily, refusing to move.

You Zhen pulled Zhai Lan's quilt, revealing a bloodless face.

"What's the matter, are you not feeling well today?"

Zhai Lan opened her eyes weakly and opened her mouth weakly, her voice was as low as a mosquito humming: "I feel uncomfortable, my chest is tight...there is still a little buzzing in my ears, I didn't sleep last night."

Thinking that Zhai Lan was entering Tibet for the first time and that he also suffered from altitude sickness on the way, You Zhen frowned, and stretched out his hand to test the temperature between his foreheads.Pushing aside his bangs, his slightly cold fingers pressed against his skin, staying for a moment, You Zhen was only concerned with what was wrong with Zhai Lan's body, and didn't see the other side's eyes that kept dodging.

Zhai Lan simply closed his eyes, but the skin on his forehead was still there, he could almost try to draw You Zhen's fingerprints.This subtle perception briefly overwhelmed his fatigue, and two kinds of "discomfort" came and went, Zhai Lan almost forgot to breathe for a while.

"...It's okay." Directly above, You Zhen breathed through the broken hair, "I don't have a fever, it should be just high fever. You consumed too much energy yesterday, and you are prone to lack of oxygen at night."

"Hmm." Zhai Lan still grabbed the quilt and didn't look at him.

From You Zhen's point of view, the boy's entire face was almost covered by the quilt, and his short, jet-black fluffy hair was scattered on the pillow in contrasting colors.Because of the lack of oxygen, Zhai Lan's eye circles are reddish, his eyes are drooping, and his thick eyelashes cover all his emotions. From a top-down angle, he seems to be crying, looking very pitiful.

You Zhen wanted to touch Zhai Lan's hair for no reason, it might make Zhai Lan feel better.

But he stopped, telling himself that they didn't really know each other that well.

However, his voice became softer because of this, You Zhen leaned down and approached Zhai Lan boringly: "Then... can you still get up now? I'll take you to the hospital."

"...I don't want to go." Zhai Lan sounded like he was cheating, "I don't like hospitals."

Usually when people hear such willful words, they will put on a straight face and educate him, or tell him some truths to persuade him to get up obediently.You Zhen always surprises Zhai Lan. From the childishness of wishing on the rainbow on the train to hiding his secret eyes when turning around the Buddhist scriptures in Jokhang Temple, Zhai Lan never sees through him, and feels that he can get close to You Zhen every time. .

But now, You Zhen sighed: "Why don't you like it?"

"The smell of disinfectant is too bad." Zhai Lan continued to hum, he knew that the reason was outrageous.

Prepared for the other party to roll his eyes and then pull him up or don't want to bother him anymore, You Zhen coaxed him patiently: "But you can't go, get over the disinfectant, can we just get some medicine and leave?"

Zhai Lan: "..."

The discomfort all over his body magnified his fragility, and Zhai Lan almost shed tears in Lhasa because of his simple, gentle and gentle discussion.

"I'll get up here."

As he spoke, he immediately turned sideways, quickly wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and Zhai Lan got up.The pajamas were just an ordinary T-shirt, the neckline was a little deformed after washing, and a large nape of his neck was exposed as he moved.

Zhai Lan didn't take it seriously, and turned her head: "You Zhen, can you help me get a coat? My feet are weak."

There is no chance to use the long story to comfort you, You Zhen is taken aback, thinking that he is very good this time.He covered Di Lan's thin back with the quilt, and tried Di Lan's forehead again before going to get the coat.

"What are you doing..." Zhai Lan looked at him, because he was light-headed and could only raise his eyes.

The slightly drooping eyes looked rounder now, You Zhen withdrew his hand, and said calmly, "Make sure you really don't have a fever."

Zhai Lan was taken aback when he heard the seriousness of what he said, and touched her face reflexively and suspiciously. After confirming the temperature, she was confused for a moment: "It's not hot."

"Well, I'm afraid you've burnt out your brain by being so obedient."

Zhai Lan: "..."

Zhai Lan: "Hello."

You Zhen's little prank succeeded, he smiled, got up contentedly and walked towards the suitcase.

Two hours later, the doctor at the outpatient clinic gave the result exactly as You Zhen expected, and asked Zhai Lan if he had any allergies or genetic diseases, and wrote down the order to prescribe glucose with a swipe of a pen.

A bottle of more than one dose does not require hospitalization. You Zhen settled Zhai Lan before and after running, carrying a large bag of medicine bottles, receipts, painkillers and oxygen bags.Zhai Lan was put in the infusion hall by him and waited helplessly. After the skin test, and when the nurse inserted the needle into the blood vessel on the back of his hand, Zhai Lan belatedly let out an "ah".

You Zhen was inexplicably nervous: "Is it painful?"

"Like a bug bite." Zhai Lan widened his heart, holding an oxygen bag for intubation in a funny way, and chatting with You Zhen in a low voice, "You were running around just now, and the girl next door who was breathing oxygen said, 'Your brother' So kind to you'."

You Zhen looked at the other side of the bench, the girls were just as rebellious as Zhai Lan, causing a series of problems.But she has probably been treated for quite a while, and now her face has returned to ruddy, and she is no longer holding on to the oxygen bag, as if she sensed that she was involved in their conversation, the girl waved at Zhai Lan generously.

Zhai Lan also waved and pointed at You Zhen, and the two looked at each other and smiled as if they were talking dumb.

"...You two really have a tacit understanding." You Zhen put his hands on his hips helplessly, "Take me as a chat topic while I'm not here?"

"Thank you."

As soon as he said these two words, You Zhen had nothing to do.

"Little devil." After flicking Zhai Lan's head, You Zhen sat down in the empty seat beside him, adjusted the speed of infusion of glucose to test whether Zhai Lan felt uncomfortable, and then completely relaxed his nerves, "Don't always thank me Thank you for being so polite, you play around with me, and I am a few years older than you, so I should take care of you."

"You always say that, but there's nothing 'should', we've only known each other for a few days." Zhai Lan said, "I don't want... this is your burden."

You Zhen didn't nod or shake his head.

After a long time, he replied flatly, "It's not a burden."

The infusion hall was not quiet, but there was no one else in the corner of the bench where they were sitting.In a separate space for two people, the sun is rising outside the window, and a small-leaved tree of indistinguishable species is flourishing towards the sun. The light is scattered like gold from the gaps in the leaves, and occasionally tilts with the wind, falling into the window, illuminating the white wall.

"You Zhen." Zhai Lan was still talking weakly, panting, "Sometimes I'm glad I met you, but sometimes I feel that you have done too many extra things for me."

"It's okay." You Zhen replied without hesitation.

He didn't say "should" this time.

Zhai Lan lowered his head, he moved to the right, and from the corner of his eye quietly smeared on the side of You Zhen's face.Feeling nothing wrong, You really concentrated on studying the contraindications and dosage written on the medicine box.

It's indescribable how he felt at this moment, he was very restless, as if his whole body was put into a vacuum, and only You Zhen became his outlet.

He is warm and orange, a precious sunny day in April.

Zhai Lan pressed his forehead against You Zhen's shoulder silently, he didn't shift his weight, it was just such a leaning movement, if You Zhen didn't like it and could push him away immediately, then they wouldn't have crossed the line too much.

But You Zhen didn't move, even after realizing Zhai Lan's intentions, he thoughtfully moved his shoulders in his direction.

"Come on."

After You Zhen finished speaking, he thought for a while, raised his arms and leaned against the back of the chair as a half-polite hug.

The weight attached to him fell, and when it was pressed against his shoulders, a nerve seemed to tremble inexplicably, and it was still more intimate than imagined.You Zhen didn't look at Zhai Lan, and concentrated on playing a boring little game on the phone screen - it's a bit like a simple version of Tetris but it's very difficult to push back and forth.

He knew that Zhai Lan's eyes would drift to him accidentally, and he also believed that Zhai Lan didn't mean to peep, but some content was too private, so You Zhen chose to avoid it.

"Listen to music?" You Zhen asked, taking out a pair of Bluetooth headphones from his sports bag.

Zhai Lan hesitated for a while, but still took it.

Half of his face rests on Youzhen's left shoulder, and because he is tacitly allowed, he touches more and more areas little by little.The right ear is pressed against his shoulder bone, and the pulse vibration can be felt occasionally, while the melody received by the left ear matches with You Zhen's other half, as if the two souls are closer than ever.

Bass and drums are connected together, muggy, it is a summer afternoon when the heavy rain is coming.But they were shrouded in sunlight, Zhai Lan watched the light spots beating, tightened and stretched his fingers, and heard You Zhen laugh.

His game stopped playing, half of the sound effects were incomplete but no one broke the silence.

The guitar hummed, as if coming from far away.

The sound of rain is a piece of white noise.

I should have reaped the incomparable quiet melody, but for some reason, Zhai Lan was very sad when he heard it, as if his heart was also drenched in rain, and the low temperature took time to warm up, and it was frozen.

"You Zhen." Zhai Lan asked suddenly, "Is your brother... not here anymore?"

He asked lightly, guessing that You Zhen might pretend not to hear, so he refused to answer.This is indeed too offensive, Zhai Lan doesn't know what's going on, he doesn't know anything about the pain that happened, let alone what answer he will get.

At this moment, he could almost hear the crackling sound of glucose flowing in the infusion tube.

You Zhen stayed still in place, and when the song without words finished playing, he sat up straight to prevent Zhai Lan from taking the opportunity to return to his original position and stop relying on him.The hand leaning on the back of the chair lightly squeezed Zhai Lan's shoulder blades, and the boy immediately became motionless, he couldn't describe whether it was stiffness or embarrassment, and he didn't even raise his head.

Although surprised, You Zhen didn't choose to lie to him: "Yes."

He thought Zhai Lan would continue to ask, "What's going on", or comfort him with a few innocuous words.But just as he was always beyond Zhai Lan's expectations, in some aspects, Zhai Lan was more sensible than he imagined.

The topic should have ended here, but Zhai Lan's lips and tongue were occupied by the desire to talk for no reason.

"My father isn't here either," Zhai Lan said.

The strength of You Zhen's hug on his back tightened silently.

Sickness, strange environment, unknown time, and wounds that cannot be healed in the heart, hugging can temporarily relieve all fatigue and let them lick each other's affected areas without distraction.

"He is my dearest and dearest person."

After saying this, Zhai Lan stopped talking. He closed his eyes again. The next second, the white noise in the earphones disappeared, and a warmer song was replaced. The unfamiliar singer sang French or Spanish, brisk and melodious.

After a long time, You Zhen raised his hand to brush away the strands of hair sticking to the corners of Zhai Lan's eyes.

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