Cold violence

He Chu wasn't the kind of person who couldn't take it back when he had fun, but last night in order to celebrate Zhou Yu's birthday, he insisted on playing outside until the clock ticked before returning home.

Zhou Yu was already very sleepy when he went back. When Wang Zhi drove the three of them back, Zhou Yu's eyes were almost closed, but he still held the piano case in one hand, and tightly held He Chu's hand in the other. .

It was the first time that Zhou Yu received such fiery emotions, and it was also the first time that he felt that he could hold on tightly, so he didn't want to let go, and he didn't dare to fall asleep when he was extremely sleepy, for fear that he would fall asleep. His hands let go.

It was not easy for Zhou Yu to make such a change. He Chu cherished this kind of Zhou Yu very much. Everyone was a little tired when riding in the car. There was only the sound of the wind blowing along the way. Zhou Yu leaned on He Chu's shoulder and half closed his eyes.

It was already very cold in December, and I don't know whether Zhou Yu forgot to close the window when he went out in the morning, or the wind blown the window open, and they went to bed as soon as they got home at night, but Zhou Yu was caught by the wind. I caught a cold from the blowing, and my bad cold got worse, and I developed a high fever in the morning.

His immunity is not particularly good, and he will catch a cold at the slightest sign of trouble.

He Chu was still immersed in the further joy with Zhou Yu, the first thing he did when he woke up in the morning was to see Zhou Yu, when he knocked on the door, Zhou Yu was sitting on the bed and feeling dizzy.

The severe cold filled his eyes with tears, his slender eyelashes were covered with teardrops, he raised his eyes red as if he had been bullied, and looked at He Chu pitifully.

Seeing that his upper body was exposed to the air, He Chu frowned and stuffed him under the quilt, and took out the thermometer from the bedside table to take Zhou Yu's temperature.

After thinking for a while, he covered the thermometer in his hand to warm it up a little, and then put it under Zhou Yu's arm for him to hold.

Even though there is heating in the room, the glass is still cold.

He Chu sat on the edge of Zhou Yu's bed, and Zhou Yu blinked and couldn't speak.

He didn't speak, and He Chu also ignored him as if he was angry, but just stared at him with deep eyes. The sound of the howling wind outside the window made the two people in the room quieter.

He Chu's serious look was probably angry, and finally Zhou Yu felt that he should coax He Chu, lifted his chin out from under the quilt, looked at He Chu's expression and whispered, "Why are you angry again?"

In fact, sometimes he couldn't understand why He Chu was angry every time, but he subconsciously wanted to coax him, and didn't want to see him unhappy.

"I'm mad at you."

After He Chu finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, took out the thermometer and squinted his eyes to see the reading: "39 degrees 5, Zhou Yu kid, why are you so worrying?"

Zhou Yu lowered his head and did not speak, perhaps because of dizziness.

He Chu didn't take the next step either. Watching Zhou Yu "reflect", he kept silent like a child bowing his head and admitting his mistake. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yu said to He Chu after a long time: "You Have you written your weekend homework?"

He Chu: "..."

It turned out that what I had thought about for a long time just now was not "reflection"!

But he was really stymied by Zhou Yu's question.

These days, in order to prepare for Zhou Yu's birthday, he wrote his homework in advance, and when he couldn't finish it, he kept Zhou Yu from writing it, and he went crazy until midnight yesterday.

He Chu is not omnipotent, and he doesn't always have time to do homework in advance.

Seeing He Chu's dazed expression, Zhou Yu knew that he didn't write. He was avenged by He Chu's "little friend" just now, so he went straight back to the bed, buried himself in the bed, and said to He Chu: Go do your homework, remember to call me when you finish your homework."

He paused and lifted the corner of the quilt again, revealing his hazy eyes, and added: "I'll write for me when I have time, I don't want to move."

His tone was a bit coquettish.

It was rare for Zhou Yu to ask for help once, let alone He Chu.

After all, He Chu was not prepared to waste his studies. After all, he hadn't listened to the class for several days, and he was thinking about the violin during class.

Now that violin is placed neatly by Zhou Yu on the bedside table in the gap between the closet and the head of the bed, the place closest to him, when He Chu saw it, he felt that his heart was being treated with heart, so he stopped thinking about other things up.

He Chu was obedient to his boyfriend's words, even after Zhou Yu had spoken, He Chu didn't dare to disobey.

"Then I'm leaving, you can sleep a little longer, don't take out your arms, wrap it up in the quilt."

Zhou Yu was dizzy, and closed his eyes with a casual answer.

Before he went out, he helped Zhou Yu press the quilt, and after confirming that there was no hair on the soles of his feet, he went to help him close the curtains, and then left after watching Zhou Yu's body rise and fall gently with his breathing.

I am really satisfied, my lover fell asleep in front of me defenselessly, which is already the greatest trust in me.

Zhou Yu was actually very tired after these few days, it's just that he habitually maintained his previous routine and didn't have time to rest, now that he was sick, the tiredness that he had ignored in the past surged up.

From the day He Chu moved in, he discovered that Zhou Yu hadn't actually slept well.

He always seems to have a lot of things to do, sometimes he can sit for more than an hour even thinking about it, and then do the planned time-reading and previewing of the questions, and basically never sleep before twelve o'clock , The biological clock at 45:[-] in the morning will wake him up again, and it will be time to read English again at [-]:[-].

He is like a continuously rotating machine, oppressing himself, and will never stop until the parts decay.

He Chu didn't understand, Zhou Yuming was already so good, why did he still work so hard?

He thought about himself, and felt that the gap between himself and Zhou Yu was probably here.

He always feels that he is already good enough, and that if he is not serious, he can reach a height that many people can't reach even if he works hard. He can go to the next level in one go, but he actually overestimated himself a bit.

He Chu also tried a routine like Zhou Yu's, but he gave up after only three days, because he didn't get enough sleep at night, so it was easy to fall asleep during the day, and Zhou Yu was used to this kind of schedule, and he could sleep well in school. He is full of energy and never dozes off, although he is in a daze most of the time except for the exam.

He should find some time to rest.

If the string on Zhou Yu's body is too tight, it will break one day.

In He Chu's view, sleeping is the best time to relax a person's brain.

Only in such a period of time can you empty your brain, want to think, and be able to dream some bizarre dreams.But Zhou Yu's sleep is always very light, even the slightest disturbance can wake him up, and then it is difficult to fall asleep again.

He Chu looked at the quiet figure on the bed, sighed slightly, and closed the door gently.

There was a small collision sound between the door panels, and Zhou Yu didn't wake up again.

Zhou Yu fell asleep until five o'clock in the afternoon, and when he woke up, He Chu was sitting in front of his desk writing a topic.

He looked a little slack, unlike Zhou Yu who straightened his back, He Chu preferred to support his head with one hand while writing homework with the other, with a laid-back look.

He climbed out of bed lightly, a little top-heavy, and suddenly wanted to tease He Chu in a daze.

He Chu was in a daze with his pen in his mouth.

He quietly stretched out a hand to cover He Chu's eyes.

"Guess who I am?" Zhou Yu's voice was a little hoarse because of illness, and a little bit unrefined because of pretending to be playful, the combination of the two, but there was an unspeakable emphasis with a little bit of temptation .

Zhou Yu knew that He Chu must be smiling.

The undisguised smile spread to the corners of his eyes, and the muscles on his face bulged.

He Chu smiled lightly and said, "I don't know."

Zhou Yu's perennially cold hands became warm due to illness. He opened his fingers, revealing a gap, allowing some light to enter, and asked again: "Then guess again."

This time, He Chu's smile became more obvious. He slightly raised his head back, "looked" in Zhou Yu's direction, and said softly, "I guess...the one I like."

"Is the person you like good-looking?" Zhou Yu covered He Chu's eyes and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed.

He Chu weighed his feet and tilted the chair, his head was completely tilted back following this movement, his neck drew a graceful arc, Zhou Yu touched He Chu's Adam's apple with one hand, and felt the man's throat move .

"It's pretty... I think the person he likes should also be pretty."

"Yeah, I think he's very good-looking, especially when he smiles." Zhou Yu smiled.

"The person I like doesn't seem to like to smile very much." He Chu stretched out a hand and placed it on Zhou Yu's.

"Then do you think he's smiling now?"

"I don't know whether to laugh or not, but I think...he must like me very much, because I think I like him to death."

He Chu took his hands off, and put his two hands on both sides of his chin, like a cupping movement, then he stared at Zhou Yu's moist eyes, and slowly pressed his head towards himself down.

A slightly sickly kiss was exchanged.

With the memory of the previous kiss, this kiss seemed much more relaxed.

But He Chu didn't make any further moves, just touching Zhou Yu's lips, as if he was just feeling the temperature of this mouth, feeling the softness of these lips.

Zhou Yu looked at him without blinking.

He touched Zhou Yu's lips and said, "Sure enough, I became lazy when I was sick, and my boyfriend did all the homework."

Zhou Yu didn't leave either. He covered He Chu's hands with his hands, smiled lightly and said, "You have to cherish this rare opportunity, and let you study hard, because I feel sorry for my boyfriend."

"My boyfriend's handwriting is not as good as yours. Imitating your handwriting is torturing me." He Chu stretched out a hand to pinch Zhou Yu's face. Rubbing his head, "At worst, I'll borrow you to copy."

"I can teach you if you can't write well..." After Zhou Yu finished speaking, he grabbed He Chu's hand and made him sit upright on the chair. He picked up He Chu's pen and stuffed it in his hand, as if writing The word "He Chu" was written on the draft paper.

"Little friend Zhou Yu, who did you learn this method from, big or small?"

He Chu was made a little awkward by this "teaching a child" posture, but he couldn't stop being sweet in his heart.

Zhou Yu always seemed a little passive when the two of them got along, it was rare that his hand was wrapped around He Chu's.

Zhou Yu wrote good handwriting, and the words he wrote were exactly the same as those written by Zhou Yu himself. He suddenly remembered that the "He Chu" that Zhou Yu wrote in the audience when he signed up seemed to be like this.

"You taught me in the dream."

Zhou Yu leaned on He Chu's shoulder, and wrote "Zhou Yu" again, with the two names side by side.

He thought for a while, added an "&" in the middle, and then added lightly: "We are the same age today, little friend He Chu."

Sure enough, it was still comfortable to speak normally, He Chuxin said, that kind of pretentious tone is not as good as his talking like this.

He used to think that Zhou Yu could act like a baby with him or something, but now he found that Zhou Yu was actually good in everything in front of him, but He Chu liked the most plain appearance.

Because Zhou Yu was like this when they first met.