[Guo Qilin fan] The love of the young class leader

"The takeaway is here, let's take some good medicine first." Guo Qilin went into the house and put away the takeaway, took off the towel from her head, helped her sit up, leaned on her with a pillow, and put on her down jacket.

Mu Qing was so uncomfortable that she didn't have any appetite at all, but she still nodded, remembering that she didn't brush her teeth, she was a little stunned for a while.

"What? Is it because I don't have an appetite? You have to eat something if you don't have an appetite." He opened the takeaway box and advised her softly. "You can't take medicine without food."

"I want to brush my teeth." She pinched the sleeves of the down jacket. Although her nose was not ventilated, she still felt that she could smell his scent on the clothes, which was a soothing smell.Guo Qilin laughed when he heard her say that, helped her out of bed, and sent her to the bathroom.

Mu Qing supported the sink, her whole body had no energy, she hunched over and looked at him. "Go and get a bowl, let's share it."

He nodded, helped her close the bathroom door, went to the kitchen to get bowls and spoons, and came back to serve porridge and soup.Hearing the bathroom door opened, he went to help her back to the bed.He wanted to feed her, but Mu Qing refused, and took small sips of porridge by himself.

Guo Qilin sat on the carpet in front of the bed, and occasionally took a bite of side dish or tore a piece of chicken for her.Seeing that her hand holding the porridge has been shaking slightly, but she never let go to let herself feed it.Mu Qing swallowed slowly, trying her best to ignore the burning pain in her throat, it took almost all her strength to finish half a bowl of porridge, and she couldn't eat any more.

She looked at him, not realizing that the way she frowned at him was so endearing, she only whispered, almost whispering. "I can't eat anymore."

He had already finished eating, and seeing that she couldn't eat anymore, he took the bowl and put it aside, gave her the medicine and water, watched her lie down after eating, carefully tucked the quilt for her, and prepared to take the bowl to wash.

"Brother Qilin." She called him, with a nasal voice, like a kitten.

"What's the matter?" He was holding the trash in one hand and the bowl in the other, completely devoid of starlight on the stage, completely looking like a family boy.

"Don't do this, you're tired too, go home and rest." She was a little confused from the fever, but she didn't ignore the dark circles under his eyes, which clearly showed that she didn't have enough rest.

"I'm not tired, I've been sleeping all the time on the plane." He walked out after finishing speaking, not giving her a chance to speak again.Put the trash outside the door and go to the kitchen to do the dishes.Before he came here, he was a little wronged and angry in his heart, and wanted to ask her why she kept ignoring him, and she obviously liked him, why didn't she want him to take a step forward?But now, he doesn't think about anything, just follow her pace, as long as she is here, it's fine.Moreover, he also has a problem with the loss of contact this time. If he took the initiative to ask a question and didn't think wildly, he wouldn't have the emotional torment these days.

He stood in the kitchen for a while, and after he calmed down, he went to the bedroom to see her again.Mu Qing was curled up in the bed like a baby, and she was so sleepy that she kept closing her eyes, but she kept opening them.

"Why don't you go to sleep?" He sat on the side of the bed and touched her forehead, wondering if it was a psychological effect, and she felt less hot.

"You have dark circles." She licked her lips, seeing that his eyes were actually not very focused.

Guo Qilin touched his eyes and pushed his glasses. "It's okay, it's because of the jet lag."

"I'm sleepy." Mu Qing stretched out her hand from under the quilt and grabbed the hem of his pants. "There is a guest room next door, you go to bed, or I won't sleep well."

Guo Qilin sighed, and put her hands back under the quilt, tucking the corners of the quilt tightly. "Okay, I'll go to bed, call me if I need something." He left a bedside lamp for her, looked at the little girl who had closed her eyes under the light, and walked out carefully.

The room is not too big, but it is very tidy, and the pillows and quilts on the bed are all complete.He took off his shoes and lay down, smelling a very faint smell of laundry detergent.He thought he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, but he didn't expect to fall asleep just a while later, and it turned out to be an extraordinarily dark and sweet sleep.

When Guo Qilin woke up, the room was in a semi-dark state. He sat up and looked out the window. The moon was as bright as water.Shaking his head and putting on his glasses, he got out of bed and went out to see Mu Qing.As soon as the door was opened, he saw the kitchen light was on, and there was a small sound.

"Chi Chi." He yelled, and went to the kitchen, where he saw Mu Qing lying on the dining table in his down jacket. The stove was on fire in the kitchen, and the water in the pot was boiling, leaving only the bottom of the pot.He turned off the fire, went to pat her on the back, watched the little girl rubbing her face on her arm, and raised her head in a daze. "Why did you sleep here?"

She called Brother Qilin, suddenly remembered the pot on the stove, and was about to get up suddenly, but was held down by him. "I turned off the fire, why boil the water?" He asked while touching her forehead with his hand. It was cold, and the fever should have subsided.

"I'm hungry, I want to cook some noodles." She pulled her clothes up and looked up at him.

He glanced at the time, it was past three in the morning. "I cook, you teach me."

"Boil the water first, and then boil the noodles for a while." She watched him enter the kitchen, twisted her body and lay on the back of the chair to watch him, and waited for him to boil the water before opening her mouth again. "Chop some scallions. There is lard in the refrigerator. Dig out some soy sauce, salt, and scallions and boil them in hot water. Put the noodles in later."

"It's that simple." Guo Qilin opened the refrigerator door to get the green onions. The shallots were cleaned up, so he didn't need to wash them, just cut them up.

"En." She responded softly, tilting her head to look at him. "When I was young, my grandfather always made it for me. A spoonful of lard can bring out the most beautiful taste."

He put the chopped scallions in two bowls evenly, and took a spoon to dig out the lard in the small porcelain pot. He was not sure, so he went to her and asked if it was enough. Seeing her nodding, he seemed to have accomplished some great event smile.

When the water boiled, he first took out two spoonfuls of soup, then put the thin vermicelli into it, and stirred it gently with chopsticks.She was right, the hot water stimulated the scent of lard, soy sauce, and shallots, which was not strong, but in the stillness of the early morning night, this faint scent was really comforting.The two of them sat next to each other at the table and ate the noodles. The noodles were slightly softer, and the taste was not as strong as that of fried noodles, saozi noodles or small noodles.Clear and indifferent, just like her, she got into people's hearts without knowing when.

After eating the noodles, he went into the room and took out the thermometer for her to clip on, and took advantage of this spare time to wash the pots and dishes.He took the thermometer from her mobile phone and looked at it against the light. It was 37°2, which had already receded a lot.

"Are you going to sleep?" He looked at her, his face was not so pale, even a little flushed, his lips were still a little dry.Under his black down jacket was her dark green pajamas, and her collarbone was so delicate in the two dark colors.Between black and green, her skin is the third stunning color.

"Not sleepy anymore." He heard her say, feeling a strange satisfaction in his heart, because she and him were in sync again.He slept so well just now, and now he doesn't feel sleepy at all, and he is extra energetic, and replied with a smile. "Me too."

She scratched the table with her nails, thought for a while, and asked him. "Go to the movies?"

"Don't make trouble, the fever hasn't subsided yet, what are you doing running out in the middle of the night." He immediately objected, Mu Qing was taken aback by what he said, and then laughed, looking at him with crooked eyes. "I mean go upstairs to watch, there are projections upstairs."

"Hey, I was surprised." He laughed too, and reached out to touch the top of his hair. "Then go upstairs and have a look."

He was more familiar with upstairs, and he could even pull out the blanket without Mu Qing's guidance.They sat on both ends of the sofa, Guo Qilin looked at her legs exposed outside the blanket, and stretched out his hands to lift them onto the sofa. Although the floor was warm, he always felt that she would be more comfortable lying on the sofa.

She didn't seem surprised by his actions, she adjusted her posture with a slight smile, and asked him. "What movie do you want to see?"

Guo Qilin actually didn't watch too many movies, so he couldn't think of anything at the moment. "You can watch what you want, and I don't know what to watch."

"Then watch an old movie." She said, picking up the notebook beside her and fiddling with it.During the decoration, a wall was specially reserved for projection, but the films she likes are limited, and she doesn't use them frequently.

She turned the computer to him and asked him to choose. They were indeed old movies, some of which were released when Mu Qing was not born yet.Guo Qilin took a few glances and found a movie he hadn't seen - "The Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea".Seeing that he had chosen this film, Mu Qing sighed inaudibly, but said nothing.

At first he thought the martial arts film should be regarded as a documentary feature film, which belongs to the traditional sadistic expression method of Hong Kong movies, almost turning a tragedy into a farce.The opening film is that the storyteller was brought to the police station for questioning because of gathering crowds to cause trouble. Through the mouth of the storyteller, he tells the life of Jiang Yuyu, a gold medal screenwriter of Cantonese opera, the ups and downs of Nanhai Thirteen Lang Yihai.From the mouth of a quack artist, people can see how the talented, unruly, and art-obsessed Jiang Yulu step by step from a famous screenwriter to a degenerate aesthetic because he refuses to follow the trend, sticks to the tradition and inheritance of art and becomes a world leader For half his life, he was wandering and impoverished, and in the end he was regarded as a madman and died silently on the street.

Most people in the world are coerced by the secular torrent and cannot help themselves.But there are always some people who don't want to go with the flow.Conformists are not necessarily lowly, but outcasts always need a stronger force to fight against the trend.Guo Qilin felt that he saw a part of himself in Nanhai Shisanlang. What he insisted on and expected was so similar to him.

'In another three to 50 years, no one will remember stocks, gold, and money. The major events in the world are just a fleeting moment, but a good script will still be appreciated by people after 50 or 100 years. People forget. 'When this line appeared, Guo Qilin felt a turmoil in his heart, just as he said: all his works are worth looking forward to, appreciating, and remembering.

There was an infinite sense of tragedy in his heart, for the people in the play, for himself, and for his persistence and ambition.He knew he was crying, as usual, suppressed and restrained crying silently.Until, he was embraced by a warm embrace with a light fragrance.

"Cry out loud, and I won't laugh at you." She whispered in his ear, and patted his shoulder with her palm.This kind of gentle tolerance is like a mother's embrace, but also like endless indulgence.He buried his head into her neck and shoulders hard, and tears fell down in big drops.

"It's okay, you can cry aloud." She whispered in his ear, hugging him with more strength, and stroked the back of his head. "it does not matter."

Guo Qilin hugged her waist and tightened it tightly, as if he wanted to wrap her into his body.Her soft persuasion and reassurance were like a key, unlocking the lock in his heart. All the depression, grievances and unhappiness poured out like a flood. After many years, he finally burst into tears, like an ignorant man. Howling like a child.

Mu Qing's ribs hurt from being strangled by him, but she still relaxed her whole body and let him hold her.In her ear was the sound of his crying, with full vent and release, his tears fell on her collarbone, wet her clothes, and made her heart ache.

The author has something to say:

Private setting, private setting, don't spray if you don't like it.

I sometimes feel that Dalin's life is rather depressing

So, I think the person he likes should be a girl who can make him laugh and cry

"The Thirteen Langs of the South China Sea" is a movie that you can watch if you are interested. I don't want to use the plot to make up the number of words, so I didn't write much.But this movie is really old, probably when Dalin was born or when he was one year old. I think some of Dalin's characteristics are quite similar to the protagonist of the movie.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who cast [Landmine]: 1 Li Shuli;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!