Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

"I hope Gu Ling will be happy and at peace every year."

Jiang Mingcheng's long eyelashes were a little wet, and there was pure joy in his eyes. He smiled a little silly, with his little canine teeth pointed, like a puppy.

He finally saw clearly what was in his heart. He liked Gu Ling and he wanted to be with her.

The wish to be with Gu Ling was too simple for Gu Ling. She could make her wish come true with just a nod. Even if Jiang Mingcheng went a little further, she could ask her for a promise to stay together.

She always indulged him, she would agree.

However, Jiang Mingcheng was unwilling to do so, as he felt that such a wish was not a good one.

From childhood to adulthood, none of the promises he received were fulfilled, and promises were not a synonym for beauty to him.

In fact, whether the promise is fulfilled or not, it is a shackle.

Success, the promise traps the person who made the promise;

No, promises trap the person to whom the promise was made.

Instead of this, it is better to turn this New Year's wish into a beautiful blessing. He hopes that Gu Ling will always be safe and happy.

Who made this baby-faced guy in front of me not like to smile?

When Gu Ling heard this wish, he was stunned. A corner of his heart seemed to collapse, and a little man named Jiang Mingcheng ran in.

She smiled happily, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the dimples on both sides of her cheeks seemed to be filled with smiles.

Her dimples were shallow and only appeared when she smiled particularly widely.

She said: "A wish is valid for one year, so in order to make the wish come true, you have to make a wish to me every year."

To realize this wish, two people need to be together year after year for the rest of their lives.

Jiang Mingcheng was slightly disappointed: "I can only make this one wish in the future."

"Who says you can only have one New Year's resolution? You can make many, many, many more."

Jiang Mingcheng became happy again, and he thought of another question: "What if I can't find you to make a wish one year?"

Gu Ling held his hand: "I will find you."

Don’t worry, little classmate Jiang Mingcheng.

I will find you.

Jiang Mingcheng was a little shy, and wanted to pull his hand back but couldn't bear to do so. Finally, he asked with a wandering gaze, "What's your New Year's wish?"

Gu Ling blinked, his eyes lingering on the clock in the living room for a moment: "Can I stay at your house for one night?"

……

After Jiang Mingcheng gave his new pajamas to Gu Ling, he made the bed for Gu Ling in the guest room while Gu Ling was taking a shower in the bathroom.

It’s easy to apply bed sheets, just shake them out and spread them on the bed, but putting on duvet covers is a different matter.

There is only one hole on the side of the quilt cover. How can I stuff such a big quilt into it?

Jiang Mingcheng fiddled with it for a long time and finally managed to stuff the quilt in. But how could he flatten the quilt that looked like a small mountain in front of him?

Moreover, he put the quilt cover on carelessly, and the quilt cover was not put on properly, and the sheets were messy, so all his efforts were wasted.

He was so tired that he sat cross-legged on the ground, his elbows on his knees, his face supported by his palms, wondering whether he should bring his quilt over to Gu Ling.

However, after the quilt was given to Gu Ling, he no longer had a quilt.

Jiang Mingcheng thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution. He didn't even notice that Gu Ling had just finished blow-drying his hair.

The weird-shaped quilt was on the bed, and the sheets were half-fallen and dragged on the ground, but the person was sitting on the ground. Gu Ling's mouth twitched: "You are so old and still playing with the quilt."

"I'm making your bed."

Jiang Mingcheng was about to stand up, his legs felt a little numb. Gu Ling quickly hugged him in his arms, picked him up and put him on the chair.

Jiang Mingcheng was a little confused and didn't understand why he was suddenly carried like a princess.

Because he had maintained his face in the palm of his hand for a long time, there were two red marks on both sides of his cheeks, and his eyes were dazed and blank.

Afterwards, Gu Ling stuffed a quilt into his arms. The soft quilt blocked his vision. He struggled to pull it out for a long time. After he finally cleared his vision, the quilt in his arms was taken away again.

He watched Gu Ling pulling here and tugging there, and finally pinching the two corners of the quilt and shaking it hard. The quilt that had been extremely rebellious in his hands was immediately made obediently.

Jiang Mingcheng ran over and lifted a corner of the quilt and shook it: "That's amazing, I want to learn it too."

Tsk, what's so great about this?

Gu Ling raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in a reserved tone: "Okay. But it's too late today. I'll teach you tomorrow."

"Okay, good night." Jiang Mingcheng was about to leave when Gu Ling stopped him.

Gu Ling handed him the red envelope given by Gu's father: "My father gave it to you. Okay, good night."

Jiang Mingcheng returned to the room, put the red envelope under the pillow, and fell into a sweet dream while hugging his teddy bear.

It was a very comfortable sleep. Jiang Mingcheng didn't get up until after ten o'clock, and it was almost eleven o'clock when he finished washing up.

It’s just strange, why is there no movement in Gu Ling’s room?

Jiang Mingcheng knocked on the door, and it took a long time before the door was opened.

Gu Ling's hair was disheveled, his face looked haggard, and he coughed from time to time, like a wilted little vegetable.

After opening the door, Gu Ling went back to sit on the bed without saying a word, which made Jiang Mingcheng anxious: "Are you sick? I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need, it's just a minor cold. I feel a little uncomfortable." The voice was weak and a little hoarse.

Jiang Mingcheng used the back of his hand to test the temperature of her forehead and found that she didn't have a fever: "Really not going?"

Gu Ling pulled the quilt to cover himself: "No, I'm hungry."

I still have an appetite, so the situation doesn't seem too bad.

Jiang Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, poured a glass of warm water for Gu Ling, and then went to the kitchen to get something to eat.

After Jiang Mingcheng left, Gu Ling drank the water and lay down again. After a while, he pulled the quilt up to cover his head.

shameful.

There were two people who were exposed to the wind yesterday, but she was the only one who caught a cold.

Fortunately it’s not serious, it would be more embarrassing if I went to the hospital.

Woo~

……

Jiang Mingcheng came to the kitchen and first opened the mobile browser and searched: the easiest way to cook porridge.

The first entry below is: Good news for people with clumsy hands, a method of cooking porridge that even a fool can do.

He followed the above steps with a serious expression, as if facing the problem of the century, and finally cooked a pot of porridge.

Except for the fact that there was a little less water, the porridge turned into rice gruel, which can be said to be perfect.

Finally, he added a little sugar to it, tasted it, and it was good, acceptable.

He is simply a genius!

The genius Jiang Mingcheng took the bowl and went upstairs to find Gu Ling.

Hot, hot, hot! So hot!

Jiang Mingcheng switched from his left hand to his right hand and carried a bowl of porridge to the guest room with difficulty. Without waiting for Gu Ling to speak, he ran out like a gust of wind and came back with a bag of cold medicine in his hand.

"Eat the porridge first, and then take the medicine." he reminded.

Oh, this is porridge.

Gu Ling thought that Jiang Mingcheng had mixed water into the leftover rice from yesterday.

She was not in a hurry to eat. She took Jiang Mingcheng's hand and saw the red marks on it. She lowered her head and blew on it: "Don't you know how to use a rag to block it?"

The gentle breeze brushes across my palms, making them feel itchy.

"Oh, be careful next time. Don't worry, it will be healed soon." Jiang Mingcheng pulled his hand back forcefully. Seeing that Gu Ling was still looking at him, he said, "My hand will be healed after you finish eating the porridge, really."

"What about you? You don't want to eat?"

Jiang Mingcheng: “…” If I tell Gu Ling that he just needs to wait a while and a nanny will come to cook him a big meal, will Gu Ling be angry?

"You eat first, and I'll tell you when you're done."

Seeing that he looked a little strange, Gu Ling carefully scooped a spoonful of porridge into his mouth. It tasted okay, nothing strange.

After Gu Ling finished eating the porridge and medicine, Jiang Mingcheng told him that someone came to cook for him. He observed Gu Ling's expression: "I don't dislike white porridge. Uh, I mean that the nanny cooks better than me, but it's not..."

He was talking incoherently, but what he actually meant was that he didn't like bland food, and since it was almost time for dinner, he wanted to wait a while for lunch.

"Ah Cheng." Gu Ling smiled, "Thank you."

The nanny who was going to cook would not be here for a while. She knew that Jiang Mingcheng was just worried that she was too hungry and wanted her to take her medicine earlier.

"You're welcome." Jiang Mingcheng was a little embarrassed. "Wait until the cook comes. I'll ask her to make you something delicious."

"it is good."

"What do you like to eat?"

"It's all right."

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Ah."

Gu Ling nodded to whatever Jiang Mingcheng asked, with a slight smile on his face, which was different from before.

I don’t know if it’s because of the illness, but Gu Ling now looks…

A little bit good.

"Would you like to take a nap and rest?"

Gu Ling nodded and lay down. Jiang Mingcheng covered her with the quilt. Only her head was exposed, with her hair covering her cheeks. Jiang Mingcheng reached out and lifted her hair away, and her cheek felt soft.

His face turned red for no apparent reason and he pulled his hand back immediately. When he stood up and was about to turn around, Gu Ling grabbed his hand.

"I'm sick, won't you stay with me?"

The sick Gu Ling is not only a little bit well-behaved, but also a little bit flirtatious.