Chasing Summer

Lin Zhexia had a dream that night.

She dreamed that she became a little rabbit living in the forest. The little rabbit woke up from the bed, pushed open the door, and found that the door was covered with carrots.

There was even a lotus leaf umbrella in the dream, but it didn't rain in the forest that day.

She was very happy, put the basket on her back, and was ready to pull all these radishes home.

However, at this time a very squishy dog ​​appeared. The dog was leaning against the door of her house, with its chin slightly raised: "You are so weak that you can't pull it out. Please, please, I will consider whether I can help you." .”

"..."

Lin Zhexia rolled up her sleeves in her dream: "Who asked you?"

"I am strong."

Then when she was pulling out the radish, she couldn't pull it out, so she fell hard and squatted down.

Lin Zhexia woke up, feeling that the dream was outrageous.

Outrageous, but also very familiar.

She thought about it for a long time, and remembered that this was very similar to the bedtime story that Chi Yao told her before.

Speaking of which, what was the ending of that bedtime story?

So she woke up and sent Chi Yao a message as soon as possible.

- Chi Yao Chi Yao.

-The story about the little rabbit pulling out carrots, what happened in the end?

- is it my amnesia , why can't i remember the ending

The person on the other side was probably still sleeping, so he didn't reply to her.

Lin Zhexia didn't care either. Today is Lin He's birthday, and the family organized a dinner party. The day will be very busy. She put her phone aside and got up to wash up.

Due to yesterday's unexpected situation, she didn't have time to buy Lin He a birthday present.

After much deliberation, he finally sat down at the desk and wrote a birthday card to Lin He seriously.

The most beautiful and dearest mother in the world.

happy Birthday.

May you be safe, healthy and happy.

Ps: Miss Lin He, you are one year older this year, so you will be eighteen years old.

On the greeting card, she simply drew a cartoon picture with colored pens. In the picture, there are Wei Ping wearing glasses and a striped shirt, and Lin He wearing a skirt with her hair up. There is also a street sign on Nanxiang Street. He also drew the old car that Wei Ping drove many years ago.

This is what they looked like on the first day they moved to Nanxiang Street.

After preparing the greeting card, she went to the restaurant to have breakfast.

Wei Ping prepared breakfast, a bowl of rice porridge and a few stacks of side dishes.

"Eat more," Lin He habitually served Lin Zhexia with food, "Look at how skinny you are."

Lin Zhexia: "My name is slim."

Lin He: "It's more or less called a bamboo pole."

Lin Zhexia looked at the dishes in the bowl: "...I don't like diced cucumbers."

Lin He: "I know you don't like food, I did it on purpose."

"..."

Lin Zhexia stuffed the diced cucumber into Wei Ping's bowl while Lin He was not paying attention.

"Shh," she held up a finger, "Eat quickly, or she will find out if you eat slowly."

Wei Ping froze for a moment, then moved quickly, and immediately swallowed the diced cucumber.

The two seem to have become close comrades-in-arms overnight.

After a while, Lin Zhexia asked again in a low voice: "Is there anything you don't like? I can help you eat it too."

Wei Ping replied in a low voice: "Uncle is not picky about food..."

Lin He noticed the movement on their side, and suddenly raised his eyes.

The two picked up the bowls almost at the same time, and ate with their heads closed, pretending that nothing happened.

Lin He put on makeup today and curled her hair specially. When she received the greeting card, her eyes turned red, and it took her a long time to hold back her tears.

On their birthday, they invited many relatives to their home for dinner.

Lin Zhexia helped in the kitchen, served tea and water, passed melon seeds, and had to play with the children brought by relatives.

Take a break in the middle, so I have time to look at my phone.

Chi Yao replied to her two hours ago.

Chi Gou: The ending is that the rabbit did not find the radish

Chigou: On the way back, I met a wolf and was swallowed by the wolf.

Lin Zhexia: ...

How could a bedtime story be so dark.

She poked the phone screen vigorously, and typed a reply: Sure enough, what kind of person tells what kind of story.

Chigou: what kind of person

Chigou: What kind of story do you hear?

Lin Zhexia rummaged through the emoji packs, found a set of the most lethal crazy villains and sent them over.

After the two quarreled.

Chi Yao sent one last sentence: Help me say happy birthday to Aunt He.

Lin Zhexia: [/ok]

The busy day lasted until after eight o'clock in the evening.

People have left one after another, and at the end of the dinner, someone took a birthday photo for their family.

Usually, Lin Zhexia would move slightly away from the side when taking photos, but this time, she hesitated, and then took the initiative to hold Wei Ping's arm one second before pressing the shutter on the other side. A little stiffly said "yeah".

"Mom," Lin Zhexia asked when clearing the table, "Can I bring a piece of cake for Chi Yao?"

Lin He smiled: "Of course, you can take the rest to him."

Lin Zhexia replied: "Then I'll pack it up and send it to him."

Lin He thought more carefully: "There are also He Yang and the others, who are also giving away. I bought too much cake today, and it is a waste if I can't finish it."

"He Yang."

Lin Zhexia showed obvious discrimination to He Yang: "Let him take it by himself."

Lin He scolded softly: "... how can I let someone come and get it."

Lin Zhexia: "He has hands and feet, what's wrong with getting a cake by himself, don't worry, as long as I send him a message now, he will definitely arrive within five minutes, faster than a dog."

Lin He: "..."

really.

After she said that, He Yang excitedly sent back a voice message: "Brother Xia, wait for me. I'll come here immediately, at the same speed as I ran 500 meters at school."

When she clicked on the second voice message, He Yang was already panting, probably on the way.

"What kind of cakes are there left? Me, I like to eat chocolate flavored cakes. Hey, do you want me to go to Brother Yao's house and call him by the way?"

Lin Zhexia replied, "...no need."

He Yang replied: "Why not?"

"Because of me," Lin Zhexia went out with the packed cake, pressed the voice button and said, "I'm on my way to deliver the cake to him."

Chi Yao actually doesn't like desserts very much, so she deliberately chose a less sweet one.

Mainly, I want him to enjoy today's joy.

However, Lin Zhexia held the cake and rang the doorbell at the door of Chi Yao's house for a long time, but there was no response from the door.

She put the cake at the door, squatted down, and sent a message to Chi Yao.

-you are not at home?

- you're not home ?

- where have you been fooling around

- You go out to play, no, take, on, me.

Just as the last sentence was sent, the door lock clicked.

Lin Zhexia squatted, raised her head along the open door, and saw Chi Yao standing at the door.

exactly.

It was Chi Yao who was a little sick.

His overall state was not the same as usual, his already pale complexion looked even paler, exuding an inexplicable gloominess. Even though he is wearing a sweater, it still gives the illusion that the person's current body temperature seems to be very cold.

Eyebrows drooping, especially careless.

However, the boy's almost "arrogant" demeanor did not diminish at all: "Is that key of yours a decoration, next time you open the door and come in by yourself."

"..."

This person's speech is still as usual.

But in fact, before she knocked on Chi Yao's door, she was still somewhat uncomfortable.

This discomfort may be because I cried in front of him yesterday.

It may also be because yesterday's Chi Yao was too gentle.

But the Chi Yao who appeared in front of her today was the one she was most familiar with at ordinary times, because of this familiar attitude of "disliked by others", the uneasiness suddenly disappeared.

Lin Zhexia said righteously: "I call it polite."

After finishing speaking, she noticed that his voice was very hoarse, and asked again: "Are you sick?"

Chi Yao let out an "um" and said, "It's a little hot."

She took the cake and followed him into the room: "How many times, is it serious?"

"No test."

"You have a fever but don't measure your body temperature, so what are you doing today?"

"Sleeping," he said, "you just woke up."

"..."

Lin Zhexia didn't speak, put down his things and went to look through his medicine cabinet.

She knows exactly where everything in his house is placed.

Although this person seldom got sick these years and had no opportunity to take medicines, the medicine box hadn't been used for a long time, but fortunately the medicines in it hadn't expired.

She found out the electronic thermometer: "You sit down and take your temperature first."

Chi Yao didn't care about this minor illness at all: "No need, just sleep."

"At this time, it's better not to be brave. I told you yesterday, don't pretend to be aggressive."

Thinking of yesterday, Lin Zhexia's expression became a little speechless: "It still has to be concave."

Chi Yao unexpectedly wanted face in some strange places.

He insisted hoarsely: "It has nothing to do with yesterday."

Lin Zhexia: "Oh."

Chi Yao turned his head sideways: "Oh?"

"'Oh' means," Lin Zhexia explained, "I don't want to talk to you, but I still have to perfunctory."

"..."

In the end, the temperature was measured to be high, but it was not serious.

Lin Zhexia looked at the thermometer for a while, and said, "It's not bad, this temperature should not burn out the brain."

"You still worry about yourself," Chi Yao said, even though his voice was hoarse and he struggled to speak, he still taunted her, "Your brain doesn't work well without burning it."

…

Calm down.

Lin Zhexia.

He is now a patient.

Now that he is half dead, he can only speak hard.

And he got fever more or less because he lent her his coat yesterday.

so.

Be as lenient as possible to him.

Lin Zhexia took a deep breath and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, holding the water cup in one hand and antipyretic medicine in the other: "Master, please."

"The water temperature is just right, neither too hot to burn your noble mouth, nor too cold to make you feel uncomfortable."

Chi Yao was pressed by her and sat on the sofa.

Maybe it's because of his illness, so he didn't sit up. Compared with "sitting", he curled his long legs and reluctantly huddled in the sofa, and stretched out his hand to take the water like a young master: "Although it's not necessary, it's not impossible. For your sake."

Lin Zhexia rolled her eyes in her heart: "Thank you, I am very grateful."

After Chi Yao finished drinking the water, he handed the glass back to her naturally: "It's a bit hot, be careful next time."

"..."

Lin Zhexia: "Don't push..." His nose touched his face.

Chi Yao glanced over with sleepy eyes.

Lin Zhexia immediately changed her words: "I mean, don't wait for the next time, I can pour you a second glass of water right now."

She took the water glass to the kitchen.

When I turned around, I couldn't help muttering: "I'm sick, it's so hard to take care of me."

Behind him, Chi Yao's hoarse voice sounded.

"Remind me, I have a fever, not deafness."

There was not enough hot water, so she boiled a pot and waited for the water to boil in the kitchen. When the water was poured out, Chi Yao was already waiting on the sofa and almost fell asleep.

He is dressed very homely today, in a light sweater and loose gray slacks.

Cotton trousers have very wide legs.

When Lin Zhexia saw this kind of pants, his first reaction was to conclude that they would definitely make his legs look thicker. However, it didn't fit on him. Instead, it was too loose, which outlined the legs.

Seeing her come out, he barely opened his eyes and yawned.

After he finished drinking the water, Lin Zhexia asked, "What time is it?"

Chi Yao didn't care much, and pressed the phone casually.

After the phone was unlocked, it was not the time on the home page, but the WeChat chat box that hadn't been cut out just now.

She glanced at it.

At this glance, I scanned the note on the top of the chat box.

coward.

...

"Wait a minute," Lin Zhexia said, preventing him from swiping the interface, "You didn't make any notes before."

Chi Yao said nonchalantly, "I just changed it last night, are you satisfied?"

Lin Zhexia: "I am satisfied with my size."

"You'd better change it for me," she said again, "otherwise I won't send you messages in the future."

Chi Yao raised his eyebrows slightly, and it was rare for him to cheer up: "There is such a good thing."

"It's just right, so I won't be annoyed and have to block you manually."

"..."

Lin Zhexia gritted her teeth: "Anyway, you change it for me, and change it to someone else."

Chi Yao: "For example?"

Lin Zhexia thought about something casually: "For example, Lin Bold or something."

Chi Yao: "Oh."

Lin Zhexia: "What do you mean?"

Chi Yao copied her previous reply and said, "I don't want to talk to you, but I still have to deal with it."

Chi Yao's cell phone was right in front of her, she blinked, a thought popped into her mind, and then while Chi Yao wasn't paying attention, she reached out to **** the cell phone from his hand.

But this time I couldn't get it.

Instead, he gave Chi Yao time to raise the phone out of her reach.

Lin Zhexia was a little impatient: "Give me your phone."

Chi Yao: "Get it yourself."

Lin Zhexia's height is limited, and it is not convenient to jump up across the sofa.

She stood on tiptoe and reached out to grab it, but she lost control of her balance and fell forward uncontrollably.

"..."

Her eyes went dark.

His nose hit an unknown place and he knocked hard.

The tactile sensation that followed was a soft and hard tactile sensation beneath her body.

The soft one was Chi Yao's sweater.

But his body is not soft at all, the boy's bones are very hard, and there is no flesh on his body.

His shoulder was hard when she bumped into it, and his chest was hard when her hands were pressed against it. This person looks very thin, and he is still sick, but he is not weak at all. Even, his waist and abdomen seem to have a layer of shallow abdominal muscles.

Lin Zhexia was stunned for a moment, raised her head, and saw Chi Yao's neck with obvious bones and sideways face, who was close at hand.

The young man's jet-black shattered hair hangs down on his forehead, and because of his illness, his brows and eyes look listless.

After a while, he looked at her and asked, "Lin Zhexia, how long are you going to lie down?"

The voice has not yet fallen.

He dragged his voice again and said, "Are you... planning to rely on me so that you won't get up?"