During the live broadcast, he was confessed by the wealthy and proud

On the way back, Xu Qisi kept trying to send messages to Ruan Wenxi, but he never got any reply.

Is Ruan Wenxi busy, or as Zhong Qingyu said, has already rested because of discomfort?

Xu Qisi couldn't help being a little worried, and as soon as he returned to the small manor, he went straight to Ruan Wenxi's room, and saw Xiaomu and Xiaohua squatting at the door of Ruan Wenxi's room.

"Wang."

Xiaomu ran to Xu Qisi's feet and let out a soft cry. He didn't seem as excited as he was when he saw Xu Qisi in the past.

Xu Qisi knelt down and patted its head: "Is Brother Wen Xi in the room?"

"Miwu." Xiaohua answered before Xiaomu.

I don't know if she understood Xu Qisi's question, but Xiaohua was still squatting at the door, instead of coming directly to stick to Xu Qisi like before.

Xu Qisi probably had a guess, got up and knocked on the door lightly: "Brother Wen Xi, are you inside?"

There was no response from the door.

Xu Qi thought for a while, but he pushed the door open and went in first.

Although it was still a sunny winter afternoon, because the curtains in the house were drawn, the whole room was as dark as night, only a little light came from the open door.

Xu Qisi glanced around the room, but saw no one on the bed, and there seemed to be an unfinished lunch on the table.

Not in the room?

Xu Qisi frowned, and when he was about to close the door and go out, he inadvertently saw a corner of the cloth on the carpet beside the bed.

Xu Qisi: "..."

He immediately went around to the carpet, and he saw Ruan Wenxi fainted on the carpet.

Ruan Wenxi lay on his side on the fluffy carpet, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he seemed to be in a really uncomfortable state.

Xu Qisi reached out to feel the temperature of his forehead, but was held tightly by an unapproachable force in the middle.

"Little Seven?"

Ruan Wenxi opened his eyes in a haze, and seemed a little surprised when he saw that the person who came was Xu Qisi.

He let go of his hand, barely supporting himself to sit up, his voice was still a little weak and hoarse: "Why is Xiaoqi here, do you need to find me?"

Xu Qisi quickly supported him, and there was still a bit of residual heat from the scalding heat on his wrist.

Xu Qisi: "I heard from Butler Zhong that Brother Wen Xi will get sick in the first few days after arriving here."

Ruan Wenxi paused, sighed helplessly, and gave up the idea of ​​finding excuses to pass the test: "I clearly told him not to tell you."

At the same time that he gave up his support, Ruan Wenxi's tense body relaxed a little, and said with a shallow smile, "I'll be fine in a day or two, Xiao Qi, don't worry, it's an old problem anyway, I'm used to it."

Listening to his rare weak voice, Xu Qisi suddenly felt sour in his heart.

He was not coaxed by Ruan Wenxi's light "get used to it" like when he first came, and asked in a low voice: "But, does it really mean that you won't feel uncomfortable if you get used to it?"

"I don't want you to be uncomfortable, and I don't want you to be alone when you are uncomfortable."

Xu Qisi lowered his eyelashes, a faint but hard to ignore sadness blurred out in his words, as if he felt sorry for Ruan Wenxi, who had been alone in the room with a fever countless times in the past.

Ruan Wenxi's mood moved slightly, looking at Xu Qisi who was kneeling and sitting in front of him in the dim light.

Because of the close distance, he could clearly smell the faint sweet smell on Xu Qisi's body, as if he had just come out of the dessert shop not long ago.

The delicate and lovely eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in the darkness of the room, and the melancholy that could not be resolved was scattered around.

It made people feel completely reluctant to let him continue to be sad.

Ruan Wenxi sighed softly, and raised his hand to touch his hair: "Say such words with such an expression, Xiaoqi, you are too foul."

Xu Qisi raised his eyes to look at him, and Ruan Wenxi's face was only reflected in his dark eyes.

Then the next moment, he felt a weight gently leaning up on his shoulders.

"Then this time, I will trouble Xiaoqi to take care of me for a while."

Ruan Wenxi rested his head on Xu Qisi's shoulder, forming an almost hug-like posture, and lowered his voice very softly, as if he would be swallowed up by the darkness of the room if he didn't pay attention.

Xu Qisi was slightly stagnant.

Brother Wen Xi is... showing weakness to him?

This cognition is like a small stone, falling into the lake of Xu Qisi's heart, it can't stir up the slightest splash, but it creates ripples.

He raised his hand slightly, but he couldn't tell what he wanted to do, and finally the palm of his hand that fell in the air was filled with Xiaomu's furry head.

"Wang."

Xiaomu's soft cry brought Xu Qisi back to his thoughts, and then he realized that now is not the time to be distracted, and he should help Ruan Wenxi back to bed to rest as soon as possible.

"Brother Wen Xi, get up and go back to bed first."

Xu Qisi gently shook Ruan Wenxi who was leaning on his shoulder, but there was no response, only the sound of a little heavy breathing.

Seems to have passed out again.

Xu Qisi had no choice but to move Ruan Wenxi back to the bed as much as possible, then covered him with the quilt, and reached out to test the temperature of his forehead.

... so hot.

It is estimated that it is already a high fever.

Xu Qisi remembered that Zhong Qingyu was also the family doctor here, so he hurried downstairs and hurriedly called Zhong Qingyu up.

Zhong Qingyu packed the medicine box early, and when Xu Qisi came to look for him, he followed him to the room to check Ruan Wenxi's current condition.

While waiting for Zhong Qingyu, Xu Qisi originally wanted to sit at the desk so as not to disturb Zhong Qingyu, but happened to notice the lunch placed here again.

He took a closer look and could clearly see that the lunch hadn't been touched at all.

The last time they ate together was the domestic time lunch on the plane. If it is converted at this point, it is equivalent to that Ruan Wenxi didn't eat anything after lunch until after nine o'clock in the evening.

It is estimated that I have no appetite, so I just stopped eating.

Xu Qisi glanced back at Ruan Wenxi, who was lying on the bed and was not sleeping well, and sighed in his heart.

It seems that Ruan Wenxi is also quite childish in some respects.

Xu Qisi talked to Zhong Qingyu, and then took the cold lunch downstairs, cooked a bowl of hot thick porridge and returned to the room alone.

"Master Xiaoqi, you are back." Zhong Qingyu stood up from the bed.

Xu Qisi nodded, put the porridge on the table, and asked, "How is Brother Wen Xi?"

Zhong Qingyu replied: "I have a fever of 39°1, so I have to take antipyretics. But it's better than before. Before, it was normal to have a fever of 39°5."

Xu Qisi felt distressed when he heard it: "Then I'll call Brother Wen Xi up to have something to eat first, he hasn't moved at all during lunch."

Zhong Qingyu nodded, and said wittily, "Okay, then I'll do other things first, and if anything happens, you can find me on the first floor."

Xu Qisi: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Zhong Qingyu smiled: "The responsibility lies."

After finishing speaking, he left the antipyretics and left for the time being. He also took away the two hairballs who were staying in the room, leaving only Xu Qi Si and Ruan Wen in the room.

The huge room returned to silence.

Because the curtains in the room were opened again, this time Xu Qisi was able to clearly see the layout of the entire room, mostly in a simple and warm wood color, but there were not many furniture, and there were not many books on the bookshelves, traces of life Not as heavy as the music room.

Xu Qisi could roughly guess the reason, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking sideways, carefully tracing Ruan Wenxi's sleeping face with his own eyes.

On the way back, Zhong Qingyu also told him that Ruan Wenxi came here about two or three times a year now, and a little more when he was a teenager, about four or five times a year, once as short as five days or as long as a month.

When they only come for a few days, they are usually still in school, and they only come to participate in the competition and then go back.More than half a month and a month is the time of winter and summer vacation, and I come here to learn from some world-renowned teachers.

Occasionally, Ruan Shanyao would accompany him to live here for four or five days during the winter and summer vacations. Zhong Qingyu officially became the butler here only for a couple of years. Before that, he would come here from time to time, and most of the time, Ruan Wenxi was by himself. People stay here.

At that time, Ruan Wenxi was used to talking, but in fact he was still very sad.

There is only one person in such a big house.

Xu Qi thought about all the comments he had heard about Ruan Wenxi from the outside world.

There are praised "Heaven's Proud Son", "Music Genius", "Student God", "Almighty", and there are commercial ones like Xu Qixian who "only have interests in their eyes", "mature beyond their age", "superb methods", "Alienation and indifference".

But even such a person will feel lonely because of leaving family and friends, and also feel uncomfortable because of illness and fever.

His brother Wen Xi is not omnipotent.

At some point, he's also just a human being with feelings, but few people care much about that.

Even Xu Qisi himself didn't really realize it until now.

He gently stretched out his hand, covering Ruan Wenxi's forehead.

But I don't know if it was because his fingertips were still cool, and his gentle movements woke up Ruan Wenxi, who was not sleeping soundly.

Ruan Wenxi frowned and opened his eyes, subconsciously smiled when he saw the person in front of him: "It's Xiaoqi."

He stretched out his hand and gently held Xu Qisi's cold palm, his weak voice was still as gentle as ever: "What's wrong? I just slept for a while, why does Xiaoqi seem to be more sad?"

Xu Qisi felt the burning heat in his palm, lowered his eyelashes, and said softly: "I was just thinking, if I can get acquainted with Brother Wen Xi earlier, can I come to accompany you earlier."

Ruan Wenxi was taken aback, as if he didn't expect to hear such words.

But soon he came back to his senses, and responded with a smile: "It's pretty good now, I can see Xiao Qi when I open my eyes, I'm pretty happy when I think about it."

He kept his tone as light as possible, as if he wanted to tell Xu Qisi not to worry.

It was obvious that he was sick like this.

Xu Qisi pursed her lower lip.

【"I'm far from as good as you imagined. Sometimes I often think about whether I have the right to like you, a pure and kind person like you."】

He recalled what Ruan Wenxi had said after confessing to him, and withdrew his hand.

"Brother Wen Xi taught me to love myself, but you don't seem to have learned to reconcile with yourself."

After he finished this sentence softly, he stood up and went to the desk, bringing over the still warm porridge.

There was still a little coldness in the palms Ruan Wenxi held. He looked at Xu Qisi's back, and his brain, which was running a little slowly due to the fever, couldn't keep up with Xu Qisi's thoughts for a while.

But in short, he seems to have been taught a lesson?

The author says:

Somebody Ruan who got sick and was taught by his wife: Although I don’t know what’s going on, just pretend to be good.jpg;

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