The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Han got into the quilt after taking a shower, the person in his arms froze again, and Jiang Han rubbed his chin.

"When I was a child, I always hugged you to sleep like this. It's soft, like a glutinous rice dumpling."

When I was young, Wen Yan belonged to grandma, and now Wen Yan also belongs to grandma.

"In winter, she always likes to rub against my arms and pull out my hair while I'm sleeping."

Wen Yan suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

Wen Yan quickly stopped laughing: "It's nothing, I just think it's a little funny."

"Hmm..." Jiang Han closed his eyes and sighed comfortably, and hugged Wen Yan tightly, "Why are my words so pitiful..."

No one knows when you are sick.

Wen Yan suddenly fell silent, and after an unknown amount of time, he said softly, "Jiang Han, thank you..."

"Well, you're welcome." Jiang Han's brisk voice came from above his head.

Wen Yan's eyes were sore, and he quietly looked at the night sky.

The air conditioner was very comfortable, the embrace behind her was very warm, and she gradually closed her eyes greedily.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard Jiang Han whispering behind him: "Yanyan, next time you have something to tell me, don't carry it alone."

Wen Yan opened his eyes vaguely, and let out a soft "hmm" with sleepiness.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

"If you can, you can treat me as an older brother..."

Jiang Han added a sentence in his heart.

It was only at this moment that Jiang Han's hanging heart was truly relaxed.

He couldn't imagine that if he hadn't come, how would Wen Yan, who was so seriously ill, spend his time in this empty room.

Take medicine by yourself, cook by yourself, and heal by yourself.

His Wen Yan has been alone for so many years.

This person can always make him feel so distressed.

When Wen Yan woke up the next day, there was no one around.

A note was left on the living room: There is wonton milk in the incubator, sleep after eating, and come back at noon to bring you a meal—Jiang Han.

Wen Yan read the note twice and put it in the book.

Xiao Qi spun around at his feet, Wen Yan walked over and opened the refrigerator, but the dog food was not in the original place.

He smiled, patted Xiao Qi's head, and muttered to himself softly: "Are you scared?"

Xiao Qi would not answer him, and stretched out a hand to indicate that he had already had dinner last night.

At noon, Jiang Han came back with a meal.

I ordered three dishes, chicken soup, fish and stir-fried spinach, all of which were light and suitable for sick people.

Wen Yan's chopsticks only picked up fish and chicken, and he didn't touch the spinach on the table.

Jiang Han couldn't help but glanced at it several times, and when he only picked up the fish again and didn't move his chopsticks to the spinach, he finally couldn't help it.

"Yan Yan, don't be picky eaters, spinach can improve immunity."

Hearing this, Wen Yan was finally willing to give alms to the lonely spinach on the table, and frowned imperceptibly: "It's too green."

Jiang Han: "..."

Knowing color for the first time can also be a reason for picky eaters.

Even more squeamish than when I was a child.

"It's not bad, it's very nutritious."

Jiang Han picked up a piece of spinach with his own chopsticks and put it into Wen Yan's bowl, coaxing, "Taste it first, it's specially made for you, it's crisp and refreshing."

Wen Yan frowned and looked at the green spinach in the bowl, his expression was obviously refusal, and the chopsticks in his hand moved several times.

Only then did he finally pick up the spinach and put it in his mouth like he was going to die.

"How about it, isn't it hard to eat?"

Jiang Han looked at him expectantly.

Wen Yan frowned even deeper, as if what was in his mouth was not spinach, but some kind of poison.

Picky eaters eat a few times just fine.

Jiang Han was about to add spinach to Wen Yan's bowl, when Wen Yan suddenly put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm full."

Jiang Han's chopsticks froze immediately, and he blinked his eyes.

Then, the hand that had already put the spinach in Wen Yan's bowl and hadn't retracted the chopsticks picked up the spinach and put it into his own bowl, with a helpless and doting expression on his face.

"Okay, I won't force you to eat."

Then, he removed the thorns from a piece of fish and put it into Wen Yan's bowl: "Look, you don't even have any meat on your waist, you should eat more."

After saying this, he immediately thought that Wen Yan's waist was really thin, and he could easily hold it with one hand, as if he had no bones.

"Finally, I have a better appetite at noon, so I can eat more."

Jiang Han put another piece of boneless chicken into Wen Yan's bowl.

Wen Yan took a look at Jiang Han, then slowly moved his chopsticks again, carefully eating the fish that Jiang Han put into his bowl.

After the meal, after clearing the table, Jiang Han asked: "What do you want to eat tonight, I'll bring it back."

Wen Yan glanced at his feet, lowered his eyes and said, "No need, I can do it myself."

Jiang Han didn't say anything when he heard the words, he yawned and said, "I've been dozing off this morning, so I'll sleep first."

Wen Yan went into the bedroom to spread the quilt for him, and when he was about to go out, he was taken down.

Jiang Han brought him to the bed, touched Wen Yan's forehead and said, "Did you take your temperature this morning?"

Wen Yan struggled a little, but didn't move, and began to say, "Tested, it's normal."

Jiang Han said "hmm", with a tired voice, and said behind Wen Yan: "Then sleep with me for a while, I seem to sleep very soundly holding you."

Wen Yan stopped struggling, Jiang Han took the quilt and covered the two of them, and gradually fell asleep.

Jiang Han seemed really tired and fell asleep quickly.

Hearing the steady breathing coming from behind, Wen Yan slowly turned around, calling out "Jiang Han" in a voice so soft that he couldn't go any further.

After a long time, I was sure that Jiang Han would not wake up again, so I hugged Jiang Han tentatively.

After ten o'clock in the evening, Wen Yan was doing a quiz in his room when there was a knock on the door.

Wen Yan went to open the door.

Jiang Han appeared at the door in pajamas, hugging a pillow, and said pitifully, "Yanyan, I can sleep with you tonight, my mother is not at home."

"okay……"

Wen Yan was confused by the questions and closed the door to realize that it has nothing to do with not being at home and sleeping with him.

But Jiang Han had already walked into the room, got into the quilt very naturally and lay down on the Wenyan bed. The whole process was smooth and smooth, as if he was at his own home.

Wen Yan almost laughed.

Jiang Han saw the books on the table, and said concernedly: "It's getting late, Yan Yan, you should go to bed early too."

Wen Yan turned off the light in the room, and turned on the lamp on the table: "Go to bed first, I'll read a book later."

Jiang Han glanced at him, then moved a little to the side: "Well, a good student who loves to study."

At eleven o'clock, Wen Yan turned off the lamp, relaxed and went to bed.

As soon as he lay down, he wrapped his arms around him.

Wen Yan was still not used to Jiang Han hugging him, his body was a little stiff.

Jiang Han said in a sleepy voice: "Every time I hug you, my body will become stiff, so I just hug you for a while."

Unconsciously, she squeezed Wen Yan's waist with her hand: "Too thin, I will gain more flesh in the future..."

After hugging for a few minutes, Jiang Han took his hand back.

Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief silently, feeling that the skin touched by Jiang Han was slightly hot.

After the rainy season, the weather started to get hot again.

The temperature is rising day by day, and by noon it is already scorching sun.

The final exam is approaching, and the class schedule needs to be rearranged.

When it was posted at the door of the classroom, some sub-classes were basically gone, and today is the last physical education class.

"Destroy, friends, last joy."

Xue Lei wailed on the podium holding a badminton racket: "Survive the end of this period, and one month later you will be a good man again."

"You're afraid of shit." Wang Junlin threw a wad of paper over, "No matter how bad the test is, you're still in the top ten. It's us who should be afraid."

Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School will only notify parents of the results of the entrance exam and the final exam. This is often a month when the enthusiasm for studying in the back row is lifted.

"Hey, old Wang, it's time to borrow some brain cells from your sister."

Luo Qing was joking aside.

"Get out, you're not the same."

Thinking about the exam, Wang Junlin felt a toothache: "You said that this one was born in a mother's womb, why is there such a big gap..."

Luo Qing laughed until his stomach ached: "Old Wang, you have thought about this problem since you were a child, but you have never figured it out since you were a child. If it is not enough, you will have a genetic mutation."

"Roll, you have nothing good to say." Wang Junlin chased him away with his hands, and looked towards the corner.

At the last two seats, Jiang Han and Wen Yan were discussing the topic deeply.

Putting his two heads together, Jiang Han calculated on the draft paper from time to time, and occasionally lightened Wen Yan's hair.

Something flashed through Wang Junlin's mind, but he didn't catch it for a while, so he ran to ask Wu Fei, "Da Fei, do you think there is any difference between Brother Han and Wen Xueba?"

Wu Fei has been focusing on dating recently, and has not paid much attention to the two of them.

Glancing at Jiang Han and Wen Yan, he said, "What's the difference?"

Wang Junlin scratched his head and thought for a while, but couldn't come out: "It's nothing... Maybe I've watched too many idol dramas recently."

After Jiang Han explained the physics topic to Wen Yan, the classroom was almost gone.

"Let's go, Yan Yan, go to the last physical education class."

In fact, Jiang Han didn't have to go, he injured his leg, so he could just ask for a leave of absence.

But I can't stay in the classroom.

The sun was shining brightly outside, scorching the ground, and the girls hid under the trees to enjoy the shade.

When I walked to the playground, the teacher was already running in line.

"I'm going to buy water."

Jiang Han said to Wen Yan.

"Brother Han, bring me a bottle by the way."

"I think so too, Brother Han."

"Bring me a bottle too, the money will be transferred to you later."

When they heard that they wanted to buy water, everyone said they wanted to buy it.

"You just wait for me, the wounded, to do the coolie."

Jiang Han cursed with a smile.

Today's sport is badminton. The sun is too big, so we don't need to play more. Each person plays for 10 minutes, and it's almost enough to run two laps before get out of class ends.

After running, everyone rested under the shade of a tree.

Jiang Han came over with two big bags, and as soon as he came up, the ice water was robbed.

Jiang Han bought yogurt for Wen Yan, found someone, and passed the yogurt over.

Wen Yan took it, unscrewed the lid and took a sip: "Why is mine yogurt?"

Jiang Han sat down beside Wen Yan, looked at the milk stains on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Don't you like it?"

Wen Yan paused, then slowly said "oh", and took another sip.

"I like to drink yogurt with fruit pieces, not pure ones."

Now even his lips were stained with milk, Jiang Han couldn't help reminding: "It's on the left mouth."

Wen Yan added it.

"It's not clean." Jiang Han said.

Wen Yan added it again, and slowly licked her moist and bright red lips, a little playful and cute.

Jiang Han's Adam's apple rolled subconsciously.

In fact, Wen Yan's lips are very small, and they are always covered with a layer of luster when eating. They are very suitable for...kissing...

Jiang Han suddenly came back to his senses, and couldn't help but secretly cursed himself.

He was stunned by Wen Yan just now.

Then he was annoyed that he had such a thought, that Wen Yan must be too good-looking to be dumbfounded.