Demolition of the bridge across the river

Gou Xiaohe saw Bianqiao anytime, and suddenly wanted to take pictures secretly. He didn't care that Bianqiao was still burning to death on the bed, so he quickly slipped back to the room to get his mobile phone.

He himself knew that he was embarrassed, and felt that this kind of behavior was simply abnormal. He didn't even have the nerve to check whether the camera was aligned, and pressed the shutter when it was roughly aligned.

With a sound of "click", Gou Xiaohe sneakily stuffed the phone back into his pocket, and Bianqiao opened his eyes at this moment.

As if he thought Gou Xiaohe was making too much noise, he pulled the quilt impatiently, then buried his face in the quilt again: "Get out."

"No, you have a fever." Gou Xiaohe patted him, went to the closet to pick up two clothes, and pulled Bianqiao to force him to sit up, "Put it on quickly, and I will take you to the clinic."

Bian Qiao was very annoyed, he was dizzy and numb at the moment, he just wanted to sleep, but he knew in his heart that he should go to the hospital, so he leaned against the head of the bed with a gloomy face, his eyelids drooping, and he didn't bother to move.

Gou Xiaohe even helped him hold his underwear, turned his head to see Bian Qiao still sitting there half asleep, sulking, frizzy, and suddenly thought he was very funny.

"Qiaoqiao is obedient." He knelt on the edge of the bed, stretched the collar of his sweater and put it around Bianqiao's neck.

It took two seconds for Bianqiao to raise his eyes, his hair frowned by static electricity, and he looked at Gou Xiaohe with a frown.

"What did you call me?"

"I feel like you're like a child now." Gou Xiaohe did it on purpose, helped Bianqiao pluck his hair twice, and couldn't stop with joy, "It's so cute."

"Didn't Sister Ice Cream call you that last time?" He also specifically mentioned.

Bian Qiao was really listless at the moment, his temples were humming like electricity.

Gou Xiaohe straddled in front of him, and the two of them were so close that they could even feel each other's breath on their cheeks and nose.

After Gou Xiaohe touched his hair for a while, he raised his arm to push the man away, picked up his clothes and put them on his body.

Although Gou Xiaohe clamored to take Bianqiao to see a doctor, he had never been sick since he came to the city, and he didn't even know where the clinic opened.

It was Bian Qiao who took him to the community hospital and took his temperature first, which was 38 degrees 4.

"So tall?" Gou Xiaohe was taken aback, standing behind Bianqiao and touching his forehead, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Bianqiao shook his head and pulled his hand down.

"It's probably because I caught a cold in the shower, let's drink a bottle of water." The doctor asked about the situation, shook the thermometer and put it away, "Go inside and find a bed to lie down on."

"Can I get an injection?" Bianqiao didn't move.

He didn't want to stay in places like clinics and hospitals for too long, he always felt that every word he said could fill his mouth with virus.

"Hurry up?" The doctor went to wash his hands and dispensed some medicine, "You need a spanking for an injection."

Bianqiao seldom got sick. In Gou Xiaohe's memory, during the years when they grew up together in Goujia Village, Bianqiao only got seriously ill twice.

One time he broke his leg and couldn’t bend it for a long time, but Gou Xiaohe broke his arm again; another time he had a cold and developed inflammation, which didn’t heal for more than a week, and grandma used white wine to wipe his back back and chest.

Occasionally catching a cold at other times is not considered sick in rural areas.

When he came out of the clinic, he looked at Bian Qiao's listless face, and he always wanted to reach out and touch his butt.

"Does it hurt?" He asked in a low voice, "You didn't want to get an injection when you were young."

Bian Qiao looked at him speechlessly, not wanting to say a word.

When he got home, the pot of noodles his aunt had ordered was too much to eat. Bian Qiao took the medicine and went back to his room. Gou Xiaohe found a porridge shop on the takeaway, ordered him a white porridge pie, and ran upstairs again.

The dog followed him, and Gou Xiaohe booed it: "Don't make noise."

The fever-reducing injections in the clinic are quick to take effect. Bianqiao is not sleeping at the moment. He is lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, and the projector is turned on, playing a movie in a low voice.

"Bian Qiao," Gou Xiaohe went over to touch him, and asked while lying on the edge of the bed, "What do you need?"

Gou Xiaohe has a strange fanaticism about taking care of Bianqiao.

When he was a child, Bianqiao had a stubborn head and brain, and the inflammation was caused by being ill, let alone suppressing it.

But it was only when he was sick that he showed a little child's fragility and needed company. His patience with Gou Xiaohe could be spread to the maximum, and he could tolerate his endless nagging.

People are always more sensitive and vulnerable when they are sick, which is the same for everyone.

For example, now, Bian Qiao looked at Gou Xiaohe from above the phone, although his eyes were tired, but he didn't make a bad voice, and only said in a husky voice, "No."

Seeing him like this, Gou Xiaohe felt sore and soft in his heart, so he twisted a wet towel to cover his forehead like on TV.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Bian Qiao was about to be annoyed to death by him, and pushed the towel away from his eyelids, trying to push him away.

"No, cover your sweat well, and I'll accompany you." Gou Xiaohe tucked him in the quilt.

He really took care of Bianqiao like a child, brought hot water and put it on the bedside, and brought porridge to the bedside when it came, and wanted to help him enjoy it.

"I have a fever, not paralysis." Bian Qiao looked at him strangely.

"Oh, then drink it yourself." Gou Xiaohe felt a little regretful, and moved to the end of the bed to sit cross-legged, while the dog Xiaohe was lying on the ground, one person and one dog staring at him as he drank the porridge.

As the stomach warmed up, the spirit began to relax, and the strength of the medicine also brought up the drowsiness. After drinking the porridge, Bian Qiao leaned against the head of the bed for a while, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Gou Xiaohe gently took away the porridge bowl, packed up the bed full of clothes, and lay down on the table to write papers.

Bianqiao slept until almost nine o'clock at night.

He was woken up by the heat, and when he opened his eyes, his whole body was as light as stepping on cotton. In the dark bedroom, only the dim light of the projector was flickering. The sound of the movie was turned down to the lowest level, and it sounded like it came from another dimension. .

It took him a few seconds to regain his senses, and during those few seconds, he heard another thin breath.

Bian Qiao turned his head, and Gou Xiaohe was lying on his side beside him, with a clenched hand resting on the pillow, covering most of his face.

Under the quilt, his other hand and one calf were all resting on Bianqiao's arm and ankle, and his belly rose and fell gently with his long breathing.

Bian Qiao looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand, and flicked the tip of his nose with a "snack".

Gou Xiaohe's feet twitched, he woke up rubbing his nose with his fists, and met Bianqiao's gaze. His first reaction was to prop up his upper body and lean forward, and put his forehead against Bianqiao's.

Bian Qiao actually wanted to ask him why he dared to sleep with him, and whether he had forgotten the words that warned him last night.

But the moment Gou Xiaohe posted it, the corners of his mouth twitched, and those harsh words suddenly became unable to speak.

"woke up?"

Compared with Bianqiao, Gou Xiaohe didn't have any superfluous thoughts. He just woke up, still talking in a low voice, and looked at Bianqiao closely with his eyelids fluttering.

"It doesn't seem so hot anymore, are you still uncomfortable?"

Bian Qiao didn't speak, Gou Xiaohe's hair brushed past his eyelids, causing itching and numbness from his temples to the roots of his ears.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and when Gou Xiaohe was about to crawl away, he pressed on the back of Gou Xiaohe's neck.

"Don't move." He held Gou Xiaohe's neck, "stick it for a while."

"Huh?" Gou Xiaohe lowered his head in surprise, staring at Bianqiao, his eyes almost squeezed into cross-eyed.

"Your head is cold." Bian Qiao found a blunt reason, the palm stuck on the back of Gou Xiaohe's neck was slightly hot, and he pretended to caress it casually.

"Oh." Gou Xiaohe believed it, and he believed everything Bianqiao said.

He twisted his upper body, leaned lower, put his arms around the side bridge to adjust the angle, and pressed his face against his forehead.

"How about this?" The subtle vibrations of the words spread from the skins of the two, and Gou Xiaohe gently scratched Bianqiao's hair, "My forehead is getting hot."

After posting nondescriptly for a while, Gou Xiaohe's chest trembled, and he suddenly laughed again.

"You're so clingy when you're sick." He rubbed Bianqiao's hair endlessly, and then switched to another cheek, liking how Bianqiao needed him.

It's hard to say whether illness will make people more sensitive or presumptuous. Maybe these two kinds of psychology are interacting. Bianqiao closed his eyes, and some thoughts that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time were suddenly aroused strongly at this moment. impulse.

"Gou Xiaohe."

He stretched the hand that was on Gou Xiaohe's neck all the time, put his five fingers into his soft hair, and tried to grab even the stiff one.

"Have you ever liked... any girl?"

This kind of gossip question that girls like to study, came out of Bianqiao's mouth, and Gou Xiaohe thought he was hallucinating.

"No?" He thought about the girls he had known since he was a child, and there were not many who left a deep impression on him.

"But when I was young, I thought Gou Jingjing was pretty and wanted to marry her."

Gou Jingjing is the daughter of the village chief in their village. She is in the same class as Gou Xiaohe in the first grade, and went to the city to study in the second grade.

Bian Qiao pulled Gou Xiaohe's hair: "What now?"

"I definitely don't want to think about it now," Gou Xiaohe covered his head with his hands, "I haven't seen her for many years."

Only then did Bian Qiao's tone and strength ease, and he asked again: "Have you ever thought about it, maybe what you like is different from other people's?"

That's not really the question he wanted to ask.

The questions lingering in my heart are more direct and straightforward.

——Have you ever thought about the fact that you don't like girls either.

——Have you ever thought about your sexual orientation being the same as mine.

——Have you ever thought about why you always stick to me, follow me, want to treat me well, and can't leave me.

——Have you ever thought that you like me?

Every question spun around in his throat, but when he actually opened his mouth, it was not so easy to ask.

Even with such a cryptic and hesitant question, Gou Xiaohe still stopped him from asking.

He thought for a few seconds, let go of the side bridge and sat up, looking at him in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Bianqiao took a deep breath with a sullen face, and was about to speak when the phone vibrated crazily under the pillow.

It was Ren Pengfei's call, and as soon as he answered the call, he laughed wildly on the other end: "I just saw it, why are you seriously ill, my brother? Are you crazy?"

"What?" Bian Qiao was confused.

"Your circle of friends!" Ren Pengfei laughed so loudly that Gou Xiaohe could hear him.

He turned and crawled under the bed.

Ren Pengfei was still barking, Bian Qiao hung up the phone directly, opened WeChat to take a look, there were already dozens of red dots in Moments.

When he clicked on the circle of friends that he just posted recently, his eyes turned dark.

Bian Qiao: I was sick today. It was Xiaohe who found out in time and accompanied me to the clinic for an injection, bought porridge for me when I got home, and stayed by my side to take care of me.I am very touched, Xiaohe is so kind, you are my best friend in this life! [yeah.jpg][yeah.jpg]

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