Genius writer

Ever since Zhuang Mo came back from the rain in city B that day, he had a slight cold.

One evening, he called Ren Mingqing and said that he had something to do outside and asked him to eat alone first.After a while, several takeaway guys knocked on the door in turn, Xiaochao, milk tea, skewers, and mochi filled the table.

"What day is it today? It's a full banquet!" Tan Si unceremoniously took Li Rang to sweep it all together, but Ren Mingqing didn't eat much, and waited anxiously for Zhuang Mo to come back.

An hour later, Zhuang Mo knocked on the door wetly.

"What's wrong with you?" Ren Mingqing pulled him into the bathroom, wiped his face with a big towel, and turned the temperature to the highest, asking him to take a hot shower first.

It turned out that Zhuang Mo stayed in City G all day, not just reviewing manuscripts.During the day when Ren Mingqing went to work, he went to visit his colleagues in City G to pay a visit to the pier, drinking tea, socializing, discussing projects every day, and slipping away after dinner was ordered.

Others kept the meal courteously: "Mr. Shen, won't we have a drink together?"

"No," Zhuang Mo said like an arrow, "I want to go home and cook for my wife."

The weather was not good today, and it was raining heavily. Zhuang Mo was stuck in traffic on the way home, and even rear-ended someone after passing a section of waterlogged road.He didn't bring an umbrella, so he came out in the rain to assess the damage, cooperated with the traffic police in dealing with the accident, and turned into a drowned rat when he returned home.

Ren Mingqing was frightened to death when he heard what happened from him, and hurriedly checked whether he was missing any arms or legs. Zhuang Mo repeatedly explained to him: "It wasn't the driver's cab that hit, it was the co-pilot."

"If the car breaks down, it's broken, and if people are fine, it's fine."

Zhuang Mo took a bath, Ren Mingqing went into the kitchen to make ginger soup, turned on the fire, and searched the closet for thermal underwear.After Zhuang Mo came out of the shower, he was wrapped into a ball by Ren Mingqing and fed ginger soup, and he couldn't help complaining sweetly: "It's a big deal."

"It's almost thirty, and I'm not a young man, so why bother to be brave? Remember to put an umbrella in the car from now on." Ren Mingqing was so distressed.

"I don't have the habit of carrying an umbrella. The all-boys school I went to had an unwritten rule that anyone who wears an umbrella in the rain is gay, and carrying an umbrella is equal to choosing a spouse."

"But you are gay in the first place."

"……makes sense."

Even though Ren Mingqing took all precautionary measures, Zhuang Mo unfortunately fell ill the next morning.He had a high fever, his bones ached all over his body, and he couldn't get up.

He said to Ren Mingqing: "Don't worry about me, go to work."

Ren Mingqing stood on top of him and looked at him meaningfully: "No."

"Just serve me breakfast, I'm afraid you won't be in time."

The deadline is not far away, they spent too much time dismantling clues, Ren Mingqing's work progress is not so optimistic.The day before yesterday, Zhuang Mo revised his creative schedule for him, hoping that he would write at least one article a day, so that they would have time to go back and revise it.Zhuang Mo didn't want Ren Mingqing's work to be dragged down because of his illness.

"I left behind today, and will make up for it tomorrow."

"I have a cough and fever now, don't stay with me, it's easy to get infected. You'd better go to work, be obedient."

"I don't listen." Ren Mingqing said intently.

Zhuang Mo is very weak now and can't move. Since the two of them met, they have never been in such a situation.Although Ren Mingqing was very anxious, there was also some slight expectation in his heart.Zhuang Mo's usual combed back hair fell out in a mess due to the heat and sweat, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were pale. Such Zhuang Mo made him very protective and cute.

Ren Mingqing made him a cup of hot salt water, let him drink it, went downstairs into the kitchen, put on an apron, kneaded the noodles deftly, and planned to cook the hot beef noodles for him to eat.

Li Rang's work and rest habits are similar to Ren Mingqing's. When he went downstairs to eat, he saw Ren Mingqing's next article.The hot air in the pot is boiling, the chewy noodles are rolling, the fragrance is overflowing, and the red oil is hot.Ren Mingqing picked up the heavy non-stick pan with one hand, put the noodles into the bowl, and the freshly sprinkled shallots were refreshing.

He took a second look.

"Do you want it?" Ren Mingqing asked naturally.He prepared extra ingredients, and it would be rich to make a few more bowls.

Li Rang turned his head away: "No trouble, thank you."

Li Rang has a cold personality and doesn't like to ask for help.However, Ren Mingqing's initiative made him flattered and changed his view of Ren Mingqing.This "great god" is quite good at housekeeping.Before that, his high-ranking agent took all the money and told him to keep his fingers afloat. Li Rang thought that he was a kid from a rich family and was doing nothing.

After Zhuang Mo finished eating the noodles, Ren Mingqing took his temperature, and it was more than 38 degrees, so he counted all the cold medicine and antipyretic medicine for him, and watched him take it.He took the bowls and chopsticks downstairs, washed them clean, and found that the range hood on one side was a bit dirty.

This is a studio, and everyone comes here to compare drafts temporarily. No one does housework, and it all depends on the aunt.And the aunt used money to do things, seeing that the "masters" of them were easy to talk to, and they cleaned up very perfunctorily.It has only been more than a month, and a thick layer of grease has accumulated on the range hood.The same goes for the tiles behind the stove and the floor tiles in the kitchen. If you turn on the fire too much, you will always feel a little sticky when you step on the ground.

Anyway, he didn't plan to type today, so he simply moved a chair, rolled up his sleeves, and took apart and cleaned the range hood.

Li Rang: "What are you doing?"

Ren Mingqing: "Wipe the range hood."

Li Rang: "You don't need to write today?"

Ren Mingqing nodded shyly: "Well, Mr. Zhuang has a fever, and I will take care of him."

Li Rang felt that Ren Mingqing was quite free, and that he still cared about these things in such a time.

After polishing the kitchen, Ren Mingqing went back to the room on the third floor humming a song, and took out the Dyson vacuum cleaner from the cabinet.

"It's a rare day off, you watch TV." Zhuang Mo's voice was hoarse.

"The house needs to be cleaned."

"You leave it alone, I'll do it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"I wipe it every day, at least the table and the floor are free of dust, otherwise you will be troublesome to clean it in the future - don't you sleep? Do you want to watch TV or listen to music?"

Zhuang Mo couldn't stop him and asked him to play some music.Ren Mingqing turned on the Bose Bluetooth speaker and played the playlist on the computer.Ren Mingqing sucked every corner of the room in this BGM, not even letting Zhuang Mo go, using the art of human body crochet to remove mites from the bedding.

Ren Mingqing: "Did you get sucked in?"

Zhuang Mo: "It's quite comfortable."

Ren Mingqing smiled dotingly: "Then I'll give it to you again." She sucked him conscientiously.

After cleaning the bedroom, Ren Mingqing had nothing to do. He trimmed the flowering branches of Chlorophytum by the window, and put the succulent branches in the pot.He suddenly yelled, and happily took a photo to show Zhuang Mo. It turned out that he found a seven-spotted ladybug in a flowerpot.

"Why is there such a thing in the room?" Zhuang Mo couldn't figure it out.

"This is a beneficial insect. I see that the soil in the flower pot is hardened. Have you fertilized it?"

"No, I just watered it on time as you told me."

"Then let's wait for the weather to clear up and go dig some earthworms from the flower bed below."

Zhuang Mo thinks it's okay: "Next time I'll go to the supermarket to buy a small shovel."

Ren Mingqing saw how bright his eyes were, and touched his forehead, it was so hot that he could fry an egg.He quickly took Zhuang Mo's temperature again, and it was over 39 degrees.He was terrified, and urged Zhuang Mo to go to the hospital, but Zhuang Mo refused to go: "It's windy and rainy outside, and you can't drive, how can we get there? There is a process for a cold, and it will be fine after you have a fever." - Stay away from me."

Ren Mingqing worried while holding the thermometer: "Why are antipyretics useless?"

"This shows that the immune system is fighting, and I'm getting better." Zhuang Mo comforted him.

Ren Mingqing understood the truth, but he just couldn't rest assured: "No, it can't keep burning like this."

He pulled out another change of quilt and covered Zhuang Mo's body, wrapping him tightly: "Is it heavy? Is it warm?"

"It's okay." In fact, Zhuang Mo burned so badly that he shivered from the cold.

They came in a hurry, only thinking about the hot climate and air-conditioning here, so they didn't buy more bedding.With an idea, Ren Mingqing turned out the down jackets of the two of them and folded them on the quilt.Seeing that Zhuang Mo was still cold, Ren Mingqing simply took a chair and sat by the bed, with his upper body lying on a pile of raised quilts, like a koala hanging on Zhuang Mo's waist.

Ren Mingqing's muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Mr. Zhuang, are you feeling better now?"

Zhuang Mo's eyes were sour, and he burrowed into the bed: "Well, it's much better."

After a while, Zhuang Mo thanked him: "Thank you for your hard work today."

"You took care of me like this when I was sick... No, I am taken care of by you every day." Ren Mingqing lay on his stomach and turned her head, revealing bright and gentle eyes. "I'm very glad that I can take care of you this time." After finishing speaking, he explained embarrassingly, "...I'm not happy that you are sick, I'm sorry."

"I'm fine, I'll just sleep for a while, and you can write by yourself." Zhuang Mo held back and didn't dare to cough, really worried about infecting him.

Ren Mingqing shook her head: "Go to sleep, I'll stay here with you."

He has also been a patient, and he knows that when a person's health is not good, even the heart will be vulnerable.At that time, he had just finished writing "The Chronicle of Greatness" and fell into a serious illness. He kept having nightmares, dreaming about the scene of his father's death.Once he couldn't wake up from a nightmare, it was Mr. Zhuang who gently held his arm and brought him back to reality.He cried and said, "I don't have a father anymore," while half asleep, and Mr. Zhuang comforted him: "It's over, it's over, I will be your family, and I will be your family from now on."

Now Mr. Zhuang came to City G specially for him. He is typing every day. Mr. Zhuang must be very lonely; now Mr. Zhuang is sick, let him leave Mr. Zhuang alone, what kind of family is this?He hoped that at least when Mr. Zhuang was weak, he could be at his hand, within reach and touch, so that he could hear human voices and feel popular.Even if he falls asleep, he can see himself when he wakes up and opens his eyes, which will be a great comfort to the patient.

Zhuang Mo felt his warm body temperature, freed his hand, and stroked his soft hair: "Thank you."