Summer of Fireflies

What kind of nightmare did he have in his dream? The young man's lips were tightly pressed together, his slender brows under his bangs were almost wrinkled into the word "Chuan", and his hair was still stained with a little wine-scented moisture.

Although the sick and sleeping young man looks so handsome and unparalleled, I have no time to appreciate the unique beauty of the young man because I only want to take care of the sick. It's like taking care of my own younger brother, naturally I can't give birth to any charming emotions.

Touching the young man's forehead, I tucked the quilt for the young man. Seeing that the young man's body temperature finally improved a little bit, I was relieved and planned to leave and go to my room to rest for a while, taking care of him for several hours. Patient, my body is almost exhausted.

"I'm sorry." The young man murmured unconsciously, and just as I was about to leave the bed, he grabbed my wrist in time.

The young man's strength is very strong. I tried several times but failed to break the young man's wrist. He was clearly a sick man, but his strength was still so strong. I let out a sigh of relief and had to sit back down again.

The young man grabbed my hand and said a lot of nonsense in his dream, among which I probably heard the "I'm sorry" most. Thinking about the young man's recent experience, I thought the young man took me as Kyoko to apologize, Although I don't know why he apologized to Kyoko.

"I'm sorry, Hotaru..." As if murmuring in a dream, the young man unconsciously called out the name that startled me on the spot. I thought the person he was apologizing to was "Kyoko", but then I calmed down and thought about it I think, I think that the "Yingying" that the young people call should not be me, of course there is a reason for this.

First, since I met the brown-haired young man, the young man only knows my English name is "Lisa". As for my Japanese name "Miura Hotaru", I have never told my name to anyone except Uncle Miura's family and An An. than anyone.

Second, there are so many people with the name "Ying" in the world, it seems too far-fetched to think that the name is me when I hear someone called "Ying".

Laughing at my sensitive nerves, when I continued to replace the cold compresses for young people in turn, I couldn’t hold back the drowsiness on my eyelids. I lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I was greeted by the sound of birds outside the window. When I was woken up, my first feeling was that my waist was sore and my back hurt, as if I had been working all night on design drafts. I used to work overtime when I was busy with work.

I moved my stiff body, straightened my waist and sat up, and found that my hand had been changed into a palm by the youth grasping the wrist at some point. The first ray of sunlight in the morning spilled into the room through the window screen, shining out into the bedroom. The handsome and gentle outline on the sleeping young man's face, I felt warmth in the place where it touched the young man's palm, I turned my fingers a little, and pulled my whole hand out of his palm.

I looked at the young man lying on the bed in a blink of an eye, he slept soundly, had a good night's dream, even the frown that was frowned last night did not know when to let go, the expression of tranquility in the handsome brow, I took down the already air-dried I checked the temperature on the young man's forehead and saw that it was as hot as last night. I finally breathed a sigh of relief and got up to make breakfast and the young man's hangover soup.

I think I'm the one who loves to worry about work, if it were an unfamiliar stranger who fainted at the door of my house, I don't think I can let the patient go.

When I went downstairs, I smelled the smell of alcohol on my body. I guess I accidentally got it when I wiped the young man's body. I frowned and went to my room to change into clean clothes and apron. When An An was sleeping soundly with his pillow in his arms, I couldn't help but bent down and kissed his cute face when I tucked him in the quilt, and then I stepped into the kitchen and got busy.

While cooking the soup, I was still thinking about how I should explain to An An if he saw the brown-haired young man. As soon as this idea came to him, I heard An An screaming upstairs. I mistakenly thought that something happened to An An , I was so scared that I immediately put down the spatula and ran upstairs.

At the door of the brown-haired young man's room, the little guy pointed tremblingly at the young man lying on the bed, his expression was beyond shock, "Li, Lisa, who is this alien sperm sleeping in my house?" He violet The round pupils of color stared at me.

I:"……"

No matter how you look at it, the brown-haired young man is a human being. What kind of gaze does the little guy use to recognize the clear-looking brown-haired young man lying on the bed as an alien sperm?I stroked my forehead speechlessly. Although I was very pleased (?) that he did not misidentify the young man's gender, but using the word "sperm" to express a man made my stomach twitch on the spot.

"Lisa, this alien sperm seems familiar." The little guy tried his best to look inside with his small white head.

...So he is really not a "sperm", An An, can't you use a more civilized word to describe youth?

"Ah, he, he, he..." After seeing the young man's appearance clearly, the little guy screamed again on the spot, I hurried over to cover his mouth, and I put my fingers on his mouth and gave him a low voice, I signaled him to keep his voice down so as not to wake up the young man on the bed. Seeing him nodding his head in understanding, I let go of my hand covering his mouth.

The little guy looked at the young man lying on the bed, and then at me, his shocked and dejected complexion constantly changed from colorful to colorful, and finally turned into a peaceful and sad pool of death.

I don't know where An An is going to go wrong. I think of the soup I was still cooking in the kitchen. I didn't have time to explain to the little guy. Finished the clothes and went downstairs.

When the two of them were eating, the little guy buried his head in the rice in his bowl in a muffled voice, his whole head was like a wilted white leaf vegetable, so I coughed lightly and explained, "Gang Ji-jun, he I fainted at the door yesterday." Your mother, I just picked up the young man.

Hearing this, the little guy who was buried in his head slowly raised his head and squinted at me with a calm gaze of "I won't be fooled by you", "Lisa, this is not a bubble show at eight o'clock."

Me: "..." Hei Xianjia wants to cry but has no tears. I really didn't make up this reason. Why don't you want to believe your mother?

I quickly changed the subject, "An'an, Gang Ji-jun has a fever and is sick." Normal people will take care of their acquaintances when they are sick, right?I just hope that the little guy doesn't come out to cause trouble for me. If the young man becomes seriously ill and my conscience gets worse, I will have trouble sleeping and eating.

"Lisa." After a pause, the violet pupils stared at me deeply and said, "Little Baru from Uncle Joseph's family is sick, and I have never been to Lisa, you also take the little Baru over to take care of him." ?” Note: Little Baloo is a little white dog raised by Uncle Joseph’s family.

"Ahem." I cleared my throat, and really wanted to say to the little guy, "The brown-haired youth is a human, and little Baru is a beast. Is there any comparison between the two..." I thought about it After all, I didn't say what I said, and seeing the purple eyes of the little guy [no matter how much you explain, everything is a cover-up in my eyes], I don't know why I just feel a little lack of confidence in my heart.

Probably because I have never brought anyone home, let alone stayed overnight. Thinking of this, I understand why the little guy would be so repelled by the fact that the brown-haired youth stayed at home last night.

The little guy loves to be cute, coquettish, and obedient. He is cute in everything, except for his occasional self-willedness and stubborn xenophobic thoughts. He has identified something between me and the youth, so I have a hard time telling the truth. All the truth is in his eyes. It has become a kind of excuse to cover up, I said that I am really more wronged than Dou E, do you believe it or not?

The author has something to say: There is only one person who left a message in the last chapter, because no one urged me to update, so I didn’t want to code myself. Summary: Am I really a big lazy person who will be lazy when no one urges me to update?

17. sky blue

"Are you awake?" I put the hangover soup on the table.

The young man who just woke up rubbed his forehead, his brown eyes were full of confusion, "This is...?" He looked at me and asked.

"This is my home." Seeing that the young man seemed to be trying to push himself up, I went to the bed and put a pillow on the young man's back. Due to his illness and fever, the young man's ruddy face appeared a little thin and pale.

"You fell in front of my house with a fever last night." I explained to the young man, and the young man seemed to be about to speak, so I quickly stopped him, "Don't talk, drink some hangover soup first." Waking up with a fever must be very painful Thirsty, and, seeing the young man kneading his brows and rubbing his forehead, I knew how serious the consequences of his hangover and fever were.

I brought the bowl to the young man, and he drank it down in one gulp before bringing the porcelain bowl back to me.Fortunately, today is a weekend, otherwise I would never have time to take care of the youth.

Remembering that there were still a lot of western medicine prescribed by the doctor when An An had a fever before, I got up to get the medicine, and poured a glass of boiled water for the young man by the way, "Mr. Zetian, this is the fever medicine that An An took before. Is it effective?" I poured a few pills to the young man, no matter whether the medicine is effective or not, I can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

"Wait." Thinking of an extreme incident, I stopped the young man who was about to raise his head and pour in the medicinal water in time. His suspicious eyes fell on me, and I turned my face away uncomfortably. I picked up the medicine bottle on the table and looked at the effective shelf life written on it. "The effective shelf life is until October 2013. Fortunately, it has not expired." After reading the above text, I let out a sigh of relief.