Dressed as cannon fodder for the rich

"Hello? Third Master?" Qi Xiaoyu's voice came from afar through the earpiece, rustling and hoarse, but it seemed to be gently rubbing against his heart, and every tone could make him tremble slightly.

"Yeah." Xun Qian relaxed, and the five fingers that were clenched together just now slowly loosened and drooped down.

Hearing Xun Qian's response, Qi Xiaoyu smiled slightly, although there was a clear tiredness in his voice, "Listen to Mama Li, you helped me find a doctor. I want to make a call, thank you."

Xun Qian leaned back in the chair, outside was the sound of high tide waves beating against rocks, and inside was the sound of a dog sticking out its tongue and panting, from the moment he pressed the answer button, it seemed that everything had just begun to show them The original appearance.

Xun Qian replied, "No need."

"Wow, woof, woof—" probably keenly hearing the voice of the owner on the other end of the phone, the little black dog anxiously circled the wheelchair twice, then raised its head and barked eagerly at Xun Qian.

On the other end of the phone, Qi Xiaoyu's attention was immediately drawn away, coughing and asking, "Huh? Is the white-browed hero next to you? You have something to do outside, is it convenient to carry it?"

Xun Qian bent down, took the little black dog into his arms, and stroked its head comfortingly, "It's convenient."

After a while, he pinched the puppy's front paw unconsciously and said, "I'll be back tomorrow for the New Year."

"Are you coming back tomorrow?" After Qi Xiaoyu finished speaking, he probably realized that something was wrong. This was Xun Qian's home. Of course Xun Qian wanted to come back any day, so he quickly changed his tone, "Okay, me and Mama Li said, let her buy more vegetables tomorrow."

"Ah."

Xun Qian hung up the phone and came to the window with the puppy in her arms.

Fog condensed on the glass, and outside was the endless black sea.

The night at the end of winter is darker than at any other time.

Qi Xiaoyu... is afraid of the dark.

*****

"Master, why are you back?"

Mama Li was cooking porridge, but when she heard the movement outside, she ran out in a hurry, and saw Xun Qian walking in with the dog in his arms, leading Steward Cheng with him.

Butler Cheng's face sank, but his tone was obviously joyful, "When will the third master come back? Do you still need to care? Where is Mr. Qi? Is he in the room?"

Li Ma nodded quickly, "Yeah, Mr. Qi is resting in the room. I just sent a pot of hot water up, and he seems to be sleeping."

Butler Cheng unconsciously lowered his voice and asked, "Is the fever still bad?"

"It's great, the clothes are all wet, where is the doctor? When will he be here?"

"Just called to ask, it's still an hour away."

Cheng Butler waved to her after finishing speaking, "Okay, go cook the porridge, don't come up again if I don't call you later."

"Okay," Li Ma poked her head and watched Xun Qian get into the elevator without stopping.

Sure enough, Qi Xiaoyu was still in a coma.

Under the light of the dim yellow night light, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his lips were half-opened, his eyelashes trembled, his cheeks were sunken, and his forehead and temple hair were all wet with sweat.

Seeing him like this, Xun Qian couldn't help but feel a little nervous when he thought that he still had the energy to call himself to thank him more than an hour ago.

Seeing Qi Xiaoyu, the little black dog wanted to bark and climb onto the bed, but Xun Qian quickly shoved it into Butler Cheng's arms.

Cheng Butler understood, immediately hugged the little black dog, closed the door and went out.

Soon in the room, only the sound of Qi Xiaoyu's somewhat obstructed breathing was left.

Xun Qian pushed the wheelchair to the side of the bed.

Qi Xiaoyu seemed to be in a nightmare, breathing fast and slow, turning over unbearably from time to time.

Such Qi Xiaoyu made him feel reluctant.

If I were at home, I should have taken him to the hospital yesterday.

I just got sick at the beginning, and I didn't get treatment in time, and it got worse and worse, and I am now like this.

He was already like this, but he didn't want Qi Xiaoyu to suffer like this.

Xun Qian lowered her eyes and saw Qi Xiaoyu's hand hanging on the edge of the bed.

The hand is also red, but the five fingers are slender and slightly bent, showing a sense of pity and helplessness.

It was obviously just a small hand hanging outside, but Xun Qian couldn't look away from it.

After a long time, he moved slightly and leaned forward half a point.

He seemed to want to grab that hand, or just to have a look.

He cautiously wanted to touch a fragile artwork, approached very slowly, very lightly, and touched the skin of Qi Xiaoyu's fingertips.

Piping hot and moist.

It seems that I can still feel the beating of the pulse at the fingertips.

He first touched Qi Xiaoyu's fingertips lightly, then held his fingertips, then went up little by little to hook his entire fingers, and finally wrapped his hand in the palm of his hand.

At the end, Xun Qian propped her forehead with her right hand, grabbed Qi Xiaoyu's hand with her left hand, and smiled self-deprecatingly, really childish.

But there is another kind of contentment.

He thought he cared about Qi Xiaoyu a little more than he imagined.

don't want him to be sick,

don't want him to get hurt,

I don't want him to be alone.

If you are alone, let me walk with you for a while.

****

An hour later, Zhang Han accompanied the doctor to Xun's house.

The doctor examined Qi Xiaoyu carefully, and concluded that he was overworked, plus fever and bronchitis caused by recurrent colds.

He brought anti-fever medicine, and said that he would give Qi Xiaoyu an injection for three consecutive days, take the medicine on time, and rest in bed for a few days, and he would be cured.

Qi Xiaoyu was so feverish that he was dazed and unconscious, and the antipyretic agent had to be applied to the tun|.

Xun Qian watched Zhang Han and Steward Chen overnight, and they immediately turned around and left the room.

When Zhang Han came out, he said, "At first I thought the third master was just interested in a starlet suddenly, but I didn't expect it to be so serious."

"Yes," Chen Butler said with a tone of watching his children fall in love, "It's not easy to have someone to accompany him after so many years. In the future, in the entertainment industry, you should always pay attention to Mr. Qi's affairs."

Zhang Han was slightly surprised, "If it's the person the third master wants, why bother with the entertainment industry, the entertainment industry is so messy, and the work is hard. I think every time he goes out to record a program, it takes at least ten days and a half a month... ...It's better to let him stay at home and accompany the third master to recover from his illness. "

"This... what you said is also reasonable, but it depends on what Mr. Qi means."

Zhang Han was even more curious, "Does it depend on what he means?"

"Well," the housekeeper nodded, "you will know after getting along for a long time in the future. I can't explain things clearly now."

Zhang Han and Steward Cheng stood in the corridor chatting for a while, and then saw the doctor walking out of Qi Xiaoyu's room with a medicine box.

Zhang Han came over and glanced behind the doctor, "Where is the third master?"

The doctor replied, "I'm still in the room, I guess I want to accompany the patient."

Zhang Han was even more surprised.

Butler Cheng made a gesture of invitation, and patted Zhang Han on the shoulder, "You send the doctor back. You don't have to worry about things here."

****

The next morning, the sun that came late on New Year's Eve shone into Qi Xiaoyu's room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sun first shone on Xun Qian's back, and then on Qi Xiaoyu's quilt.

Qi Xiaoyu raised his hand to block the strong light shining on his eyes, and narrowed his eyes.

Then she turned her head and saw Xun Qian sitting beside her bed.

Xun Qian rested her head on her hands, as if she had fallen asleep.

He stared at Xun Qian for a while, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. Although it was a bit hypocritical to say it, although the illness was his own business, it was always different to have someone to accompany him when he was ill.

Qi Xiaoyu lifted the quilt and got up gently and slowly.

He moved very slowly. Although the fever subsided after the injection, he felt sore all over his body as if he had been run over by a car.Just when I raised my arm, I felt sore muscles.

He just sat up and Xun Qian woke up.

Xun Qian watched him get up from the bed, his face was still pale from illness, and beckoned to him, "Come here."

Qi Xiaoyu walked over as he said.

Xun Qian grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "Well, the fever has indeed subsided."

Qi Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, feeling that this gesture was a bit too caring and intimate, which exceeded the limit of how he and Xun Qian get along.

But he looked up at Xun Qian, Xun Qian's expression was still the same as before, faint, as if it was just a matter of course, so he just grabbed it casually.

He asked, "when did the third master come back?"

He wanted to ask, did he come back last night?But Xun Qian replied vaguely, "It's been a while, and I heard from Mama Li that you were sick, so I came up to see you."

Then he said, "Come on, push me down for breakfast."

Butler Cheng, Mama Li and the little black dog are all downstairs.

Although the family did not prepare New Year's goods before.

But now that commerce is developed and express delivery is convenient, as long as you have money, everything can be delivered immediately.

Butler Cheng got up early in the morning to make arrangements. Now the red lanterns have been hung at the door, and the living room is already full of all kinds of food.

Biscuits, chocolates, oranges, apples, grapes, the tea table is full, box by box is still being delivered home.

The little black dog had never seen such a battle before, and he was very excited to see so much food.

He barks when he hears the doorbell.Seeing food moving in, there was another bark of excitement.

Butler Cheng was setting the plate there, and it circled Butler Cheng's feet, wagging its tail constantly.

When they saw anything to eat, they raised their hind paws, stood up straight, and wanted to go up and smell it.

Butler Cheng was annoyed by it, and kept laughing, "Don't make trouble, Xiao Hei. I bought fresh canned beef for you, and I'll eat it for you when it arrives."

The little black dog seemed to understand the word "eat", and barked "Aooooooooooooooooo" even more cheerfully.

Over there in the kitchen, the smell of fireworks is strong.

Mama Li put all her energy into making breakfast, including noodles and porridge, fried eggs and stewed soup.

It looks like the breakfast is going to be a Manchurian banquet.

As soon as Qi Xiaoyu pushed Xun Qian out of the elevator, the little black dog heard the sound and smelled a familiar smell, moved his ears, and ran towards them at a speed of [-] meters.

Qi Xiaoyu quickly squatted down, caught the little black dog that was flying towards him, picked him up, and bounced in the air like coaxing a child.

When Steward Cheng saw them coming down, he also walked over with a smile, "Why did you wake up so early? Don't sleep for a while."

While comforting the overly enthusiastic little black dog, Qi Xiaoyu said coquettishly, "I'm hungry, I want to come down for breakfast."

Butler Cheng laughed loudly, "That's just right, Mama Li made a whole table of breakfast, and I'll eat it when you're hungry."

He also said, "If you are sick, you should eat more. Third Master, you should also eat more."

When Xun Qian and Qi Xiaoyu were having breakfast, the canned beef bought for the little black dog also arrived.

Two people and a dog gathered around the dining table and had breakfast. It was another sunny winter.

The last day of this year began in such a harmonious and warm atmosphere.

****

The weather on New Year's Eve is fine, the sun shines on the outdoor lawn, which is full of vitality and green.

But Qi Xiaoyu is not well, so he can't go out, so as not to catch the cold again.

So they stayed at home throughout the day, sitting together on the sofa in the living room, watching Qi Xiaoyu's variety show.

The program has been broadcast to the third episode. The first episode is when they first arrived in Xinguo to run a restaurant. The second episode is when they prepare a birthday party for the guests of Xinguo. The third episode is a group deep dive.

After the deep dive, the camera captured Qi Xiaoyu frowning and leaning on the speedboat sadly.

In the later stage, a short piece of windy and Yi Shuihan music was added, and a pitiful crying emoticon was added to enhance the atmosphere.

The program group doesn't want to be sensational, but more to be funny, and the emoticons used are very cute.

Xun Qian's complexion was not very good-looking. He watched the TV and asked casually, "Did you get sick before you went to sea?"

Qi Xiaoyu didn't expect Xun Qian to suddenly care about this, a bit like a child caught by his parents, "It was okay at that time, it wasn't too serious... I didn't feel anything."

Xun Qian didn't speak.

After a while, the show captured him falling asleep in the car and being sent to the hospital. Xun Qian said abruptly, "Next time you're sick, don't record the show."

Qi Xiaoyu keenly sensed that the atmosphere was subtly wrong, "Oh, good."

****

This delicate atmosphere lasted until dinner time before slowly recovering.

Watch the Spring Festival Gala together in the evening.

Steward Cheng and Mama Li finished their work and went to the living room to watch the show together.

Qi Xiaoyu ran upstairs right after eating, and didn't come down until the show started, still carrying a big paper bag in his hand.

Xun Qian glanced at him, "What are you carrying?"

Qi Xiaoyu smiled mysteriously, "You will know later, watch the show first."

There was nothing particularly interesting about the show, and he wasn't particularly interested in the song and dance sketches, so his eyes fell on Qi Xiaoyu's bag from time to time.

On the contrary, Li Ma and Cheng Butler were very happy watching, and discussed together, "Now there are more and more young actors attending the Spring Festival Gala."

"Will you be able to see Mr. Qi on TV in two years?"

"Mr. Qi must look better than them if he goes up."

Xun Qian folded his hands on his knees, glanced to the side from the corner of his eye, and thought so.

When the program on TV was coming to an end, the twelve o'clock bell finally rang.

In an instant, the sound of fireworks bursting was heard far away, and the windows of the living room were filled with colorful fireworks from people in the distance.

Qi Xiaoyu first took out a red envelope and a gift bag from the paper bag, and handed them to Steward Cheng, "Uncle Cheng, Happy New Year."

Butler Cheng took it with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Qi, I should take care of it for you. You don't have to spend so much next time."

There was a smile on the corners of Qi Xiaoyu's eyes and brows, and he looked very cute and cute after recovering from his illness, "Uncle Cheng took care of me at home, and now I'm making money again, as I should."

After finishing speaking, Qi Xiaoyu took out a red envelope and a gift bag from the paper bag, "Mama Li, Happy New Year."

Li Ma took it with a smile, she was not as polite as Cheng Butler, she just said thank you, Mr. Qi.

Xun Qian will pay double wages to all the servants in the family in December, and when he comes to work in the second year, Steward Cheng will come forward to give the servants red envelopes.

But because the New Year is not a celebration, the family does not have the habit of handing out red envelopes for New Year's Eve.

Now suddenly there is a red envelope for the New Year, and there are quite a lot of it, so Mama Li is naturally very happy.

She thought it was her turn to spend the New Year in such a big villa alone this year, it was too lonely and deserted, but she didn't expect that this year would be so lively, and there would be such a big red envelope!

Xun Qian's eyes followed Qi Xiaoyu's hands, and finally those hands turned to her.

"Third Master, this is a New Year's gift for you. I wish you a happy New Year and a safe year."

Xun Qian took the red envelope and gift bag from Qi Xiaoyu, inside was a gray woolen scarf.

It wasn't an expensive gift, and it wasn't even worth much to Xun Qian, but the last time he received a New Year's gift was when he was six years old.Later, the family passed the new year, and no one dared to give gifts to Xun Qian.After all, in the face of Xun Qian, no one felt that his gift was worth it.

He took the gift and looked up at Qi Xiaoyu, who was also looking at him.

Xun Qian said softly, with a smile as light as a gossamer, "Happy New Year in New Taipei."

Another firework rose high and exploded outside the window.

****

After the Chinese New Year, it was only the seventh day of the lunar new year, and Qi Xiaoyu was going to fly to Xinguo to record a program again.The recording time is two weeks.

After resting at home for the first day, Qi Xiaoyu's body has almost fully recovered.

Even under the watchful eye of Li Ma and Cheng Butler, she gained a little weight, and the expression on her face became more energetic and energetic.

Xun Qian sent a driver to take Qi Xiaoyu to the airport, "It's not convenient to park the car outside... Let the driver pick you up when you come back."

Parking and picking up the car back and forth in the parking lot is really not as convenient as picking up and dropping off, "Thank you, San Ye."

Xun Qian thought about it for a while, saw that Qi Xiaoyu was about to get into the car, and said, "If you encounter something in the program group... you can call me and tell me."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 23333 and 1 Qingyao;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of chilipan; 9 bottles of Gumo; 1 bottle of Muxi;