The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

The downstairs was disturbed and came out to swear: "What are you knocking, it's so noisy!"

Jiang Han seemed to see a savior, he was in a panic just now, if Wen Yan came back, someone would definitely see it.

"Sorry, I want to ask if the people living here have come back?"

"I've been back a long time ago, maybe I went out. I keep knocking on the door, it's annoying!"

"thanks……"

Jiang Han has already run downstairs quickly.

The second floor is not too high, which is not a problem for Jiang Han's skill.

Although his leg was injured, Jiang Han's movements were still very flexible.

There is discarded sports equipment next to it, just enough to climb up.

The balcony is easily reached with both hands.

Then, when Jiang Han was about to lift his foot to climb up, he could not touch a huge monster——

"Monster" Xiaoqi——

Sitting brightly on the balcony, he was wagging his tail and sticking out his tongue at Jiang Han, making movements that he thought were friendly but seemed scalp-numbing to Jiang Han.

At that moment, Jiang Han's whole body was covered with goose bumps, and he lost his strength and fell directly.

After falling on the grass, Jiang Han was stunned for a second or two before realizing it.

Why does Wen Yan's family have a dog?

Still that big?

And the look of that dog... very familiar.

Like... like, the dog that snatched his soup dumplings at the beginning of school? ! !

Jiang Han was stunned for a second or two, and when he calmed down, he laughed.

What kind of fucking fate is this.

Jiang Han propped his legs and let out a "hiss", the wound should have been cracked when he fell.

He smelled blood.

The sky has completely darkened.

Jiang Han took a deep breath, enduring the pain and started crawling again.

This time the action was much slower.

After fully climbing into the balcony, Jiang Han tried not to look at the "giant monster", pushed open the glass window and walked into the living room.

Not knowing where the light in the living room was, Jiang Han turned on the flashlight to find the bedroom.

The dog followed him, seeming to know that there was someone in the bedroom, and pawed at the door a few times.

Jiang Han pushed open the door, and a crisp smell came over his face.

Turning on the light, Jiang Han immediately saw Wen Yan lying on the bed with an abnormally red face.

Jiang Han felt his heart was stabbed, slightly and sharply.

He walked over quickly and called out, "Wen Yan, wake up."

The temperature of the tentacles was terribly hot, and his consciousness was already blurred.

Jiang Han found that his hands were shaking slightly, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke, "Yanyan, wake up, let's go to the hospital."

"Can you hear me, Yanyan...I'll take you to the hospital now."

Jiang Han hurriedly carried the person on his back.

During this period, the movements were too flustered, and Wen Yan's body slid from his back onto the bed several times.

"No...not going to the hospital..."

In the confusion, the unconscious person on his back kept insisting, "I...no, go to the hospital."

Jiang Han tried to carry him on his back again, but during the pull, the severe pain in his ankle made Jiang Han sweat on his back, but he still wanted to carry Wen Yan on his back.

"No, Yanyan. You are very ill and must go to the hospital."

He didn't understand why it was fine when he sent it, but it turned out like this when he came back.

It was obviously the person he had protected since he was a child.

The person on the back was very stubborn, holding on to the edge of the bed tightly, but his voice softened: "Brother Han...I won't go to the hospital..."

Wen Yu passed away in the hospital, completely changed.

Jiang Han's movements suddenly stopped, and Wen Yan cried on his back.

Silently.

Jiang Han's heart seemed to be tightly pinched, and every breath was difficult.

He put down the person on his back, and gently comforted her on the edge of the bed, like a treasure: "Yanyan, stop crying, okay, we won't go to the hospital anymore."

The person in the blur seemed to hear this sentence, and slowly opened his eyes, his red eyes were full of hazy moisture.

"I've taken the medicine... don't worry... just sleep and you'll be fine..."

Wake up after sleeping.

Wen Yan seemed to have had a long dream, in which there were flowers, grass, water, wood, and two children in the dream.

They dig out birds together, go into the water together, and climb mountains together.

They watched the sunrise and sunset together, felt the ebb and flow of the tide together, and listened to the wind and the waves of flowers together.

In spring, they rode on the wind together, passing by the endless cauliflower fields, the breeze brushed their faces, and smelled the fragrance of flowers.

The little boy was slow to learn to drive and kept falling over.But every time he turned around, his brother was always behind him.

"Yanyan, don't be afraid, your brother will protect you."

"With the protection of my brother, I will not be afraid of words..."

The child's immature face is filled with the most cheerful and sincere smile.

In summer, they go down to the stream to catch fish together, feel the cold and clear water flow across their fingertips, and watch the fish play in the water.

In autumn, they would climb trees and pick fruit together, with the older brother shaking the tree and the younger brother picking it up.Picking fruit from someone else's house, the adults beat me up when I go back, and the elder brother always protects the younger brother in his arms.

In winter, the elder brother made a mistake and punished him with a horse stance, and the younger brother secretly climbed into the yard to deliver snacks.

Sourdough cake, the younger brother always leaves the biggest piece for the older brother.

……

They spent the whole year together, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

The elder brother always coaxes the younger brother to sleep and sings about Little Xing Xing.

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are……"

"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are……"

"Brother Jiang Han, you have to remember me..."

"Is it okay if you don't go, I still haven't taught you how to fold a horse..."

At the end of the memory, there is a clear sky and white clouds.

There is also the reluctance to say "Brother Jiang Han".

In the middle of the night, Wen Yan's fever came back and forth, and the person seemed to be in a nightmare, talking nonsense.

Jiang Han stayed by the bed all the time, taking his temperature every half an hour, and constantly rubbing his body with a wet towel to cool down.

He didn't dare to close his eyes, for he was afraid that Wen Yan would wake up sometime.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Wen Yan began to tremble all over, and kept saying "cold".

Jiang Han added a quilt for him and turned on the air conditioner, but Wen Yan was still shaking.

Jiang Han caressed Wen Yan's forehead and asked, "Yanyan, where is it cold, can you tell me?"

Wen Yan moved his fingers, and his whole body curled up tightly, as if he had returned to the state of a newborn baby.

Jiang Han's heart was stabbed again, numb and uncomfortable.

He took off his coat, got into the quilt, hugged Wen Yan, and passed his heat over.

Feeling the warmth around him, Wen Yan burrowed into Jiang Han's arms, calling indistinctly, "Brother Jiang Han..."

Jiang Han's heart trembled suddenly, and he patted Wen Yan's back lightly: "I'm... sleep..."

The person in his arms was fast asleep, and Jiang Han kept holding him, and whenever Wen Yan talked in his sleep, Jiang Han would gently comfort him.

The next day, Wen Yan woke up, opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was Jiang Han's face, which was obviously dark and tired, but still unrestrained and good-looking.

I was being held in his arms.

The two were very close, and he could feel Jiang Han's shallow breathing and the sound of his heart beating vigorously.

Jiang Han's eyelashes are very long, and his lips are also beautiful. When you look closely, there is a deep and sharp beauty.

Wen Yan looked at it for a while, then reached out and touched Jiang Han's eyelashes lightly.

Jiang Han's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't open his eyes.

One hand around Wen Yan's waist moved, the other hand pressed his head and hugged him in his arms, and rubbed Wen Yan's forehead with his forehead.

With a hoarse voice that was obviously early in the morning, he said: "Wake up...it's not so hot." He naturally took him into his arms, "Well... sleep again..."

Wen Yan was pressed in his arms and couldn't move. Jiang Han's breath was filled with the cold smell of rosin, and a muffled voice came out.

"I want to take a bath..."

Jiang Han closed his eyes, and rubbed his chin lightly on Wen Yan's head: "It's just right, I'm sick."

The rain was dripping outside the window, and the person in his arms was too comfortable and soft, and he didn't want to let go.

"It's so sticky..." Wen Yan continued, stretching out his hand from Jiang Han's arms, struggling to get up.

Jiang Han let go of him, lazily watched him get up, with a wild smile on his lips.

Due to illness and fever, Wen Yan's face was white and flushed, his whole body was soft and tender, and his body was still fragrant.

His gaze was too straightforward, Wen Yan was embarrassed by him, so he pushed him.

Jiang Han hissed, and Wen Yan immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Han looked at him with a smile, with a slow smile in his eyes: "Hands are numb."

Wen Yan's ears turned red, he got out of bed, put on his clothes and quickly went into the bathroom.

Jiang Han lay down for a while, feeling the residual warmth in the quilt.

Then he picked up his phone and asked Jiang Jiaguo for leave.

It was only 06:30, and the sky had not yet dawned.

It has been raining all night and it will not stop for a while, depending on the trend. It is gloomy outside.

Jiang Han got up, made the bed, and went to the kitchen.

The rain was too heavy to buy breakfast, and he was worried about leaving Wen Yan at home alone.

The wound on the leg was treated briefly last night, and it is no longer bleeding.

Jiang Han stood in the kitchen and studied how to turn on the gas, and after 5 minutes, he finally turned on the gas.

The food in the refrigerator is very complete and neatly arranged.

Jiang Han took two eggs and tomatoes, planning to make a bowl of light noodles.

Then, I was worried about the hot pot, should I put the water first?Or drain the oil first?

Baidu took a look and decided to drain the oil first.

Cut the tomatoes into quarters, the oil is already hot.

Jiang Han smelled the strong smell of roasting oil, and hurriedly poured water into the pot.

Then, with a "boom", hot oil splashed everywhere, and sparks took over the sky——

Jiang Han's hands were red from being splashed, and he was in a hurry to find the lid of the pot.

In the bathroom, a gentle voice came out: "What happened?"

"Oh it's all right."

Jiang Han hurriedly replied, and finally extinguished the fire, when he turned around and put down the noodles.

They met Xiao Qi, the "giant monster" again.

Xiao Qi came in smelling it, wagging his tail at Jiang Han's feet.

The spatula in Jiang Han's hand dropped again, and jumped a meter away.

The gentle voice from the bathroom came out again: "Are you really all right?"

"No...it's fine."

Jiang Han shouted, this time his voice was not as calm as the first time.

Jiang Han stretched his teeth and claws at Xiaoqi and made a few repelling movements.

Probably understood, Xiao Qi went out a little frustrated, and went to find Datou for comfort.

In the bathroom, Wen Yan couldn't help speeding up his shower.

He suddenly thought of one thing.

Coming out of the bathroom, Wen Yan first glanced at Xiao Qi in the living room, and then went to look for the source of the sound.

In the kitchen.

Wen Yan wiped his hair and went to the kitchen, and met Jiang Han who was coming out of the kitchen in a panic.

For a moment, both of them were a little shocked and surprised.