Love Letters

Chapter 103 I only know 2 tigers

He Miao sat outside the door and waited for a while.

She was so bored that she started squatting on the ground and counting ants.

I counted them and started teasing them...

She tore the bread she brought with her into pieces and arranged them in a long line next to the ant nest like a train.

As the ants move, it looks like a black train is moving forward.

"Miaomiao!"

"what!"

He Miao was suddenly called and screamed, and the remaining bread in his hand fell to the ground.

Just as she was about to get up, something hot and heavy pressed down on her back.

He Miao came to his senses when he smelled the familiar scent.

"Xu...Xu Mobai!"

Xu Mobai was so strong that he even knocked He Miao off balance and almost destroyed the ant nest.

He was still barefoot, and his black casual clothes made him look very white.

"Are you confused from sleep, or are you sick in the brain?"

He Miao recalled that he had held her hand and hugged her during a nap at school before... and then pushed her away after he realized what was happening...

However, this time he did not push her away, but hugged her tighter.

As if to embed her into his body.

When He Miao touched his body, she found it was terribly hot.

"Xu Mobai, you have a fever, let me go first."

Xu Mobai didn't say anything, but just hugged her tightly.

The whole person's focus is on her.

The hot breath sprayed on her ears, neck and other exposed skin, and the scorching temperature made He Miao's cheeks blush.

She struggled twice, but his arms tightened even more.

After all, it was a boy's body, and even though he was sick, He Miao still couldn't break free.

"Let's go back first."

He Miao forgot how he helped Xu Mobai back, as if he was carrying a mountain.

He didn't let go after entering the house.

He Miao was a little anxious, "Go back to your room and lie down first."

He still said nothing, but held her tightly.

Maybe I'm really tired.

With the last push, He Miao used a little force, and Xu Mobai was pushed heavily onto the sofa.

With a muffled "bang!", He Miao remembered that he was still a patient.

She hurried over to help him up: "How are you? Did you hit your head?"

His lips turned pale and his eyes slightly opened. He stared at He Miao for a long time with burning eyes, and then held her hand tightly.

He Miao took the time to bring him back to bed.

"Don't go!"

He held her hand, feeling uneasy and helpless, even his eyes were red.

The sick Xu Mobai lost his usual coldness and sharpness, and now looked weak and helpless.

"Where am I going? I've been waiting for you all afternoon, and my legs are numb from squatting."

He Miao pouted with some dissatisfaction, "You didn't even invite me to have tea at your house."

The autumn sun was bright and warm, but Xu Mobai's room was cool.

She opened the window a little to let in some air, then pulled the curtains open a little, and a ray of sunlight immediately came into the room.

Xu Mobai fell ill last night because he caught a cold in the rain.

I was sweating when I woke up.

After regaining consciousness, he looked at his phone, which was full of messages from He Miao, 99+.

The last one is [Are you still going to teach me? If not, I’m leaving. I don’t even want to perform this show! Angry.jpg]

Hearing the noise, He Miao came in from the living room.

Then she naturally leaned over to take his temperature.

"what are you doing?"

Xu Mobai was still in a daze and felt a little helpless for a moment.

"You're still hot."

"Why the head?"

"Because I can't free my hands."

He Miao showed him the wet towel and then raised his hand, "My hands are cold too."

"Just lie down."

It was rare for her to take care of someone, and she imitated him in the same way he had treated her before.

A few minutes later, He Miao started sitting next to Xu Mobai and eating an apple.

"Wring out a wet towel."

The cold water flowed from his forehead, down his cheeks, to his neck and chest. Xu Mobai shrank his neck and shuddered.

"cold!"

"I'm cold too."

Although he said this, He Miao still took it away and wrung it dry before taking it back again.

"By the way, have you taken your medicine?"

"I ate it when I got home last night."

Hearing this, He Miao calculated the time and said, "Then we can eat again now."

"I haven't eaten yet."

"I just looked in the fridge and there's a lot of stuff. What do you want to eat?"

"I want to drink porridge."

"Then wait for me."

He Miao got up and went to the kitchen, looking very motivated.

Half an hour later, she came back with a bowl of porridge.

This is very ordinary white porridge, so common that there is almost no water left and it has become the shape of rice.

"Your pot doesn't seem to be working properly."

He Miao smiled awkwardly but politely, "But you can drink some boiled water after you finish this."

After eating and drinking and taking medicine, Xu Mobai felt sleepy and fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, it was already three or four in the afternoon.

He suddenly stood up and saw that He Miao was still in the living room.

She sat at the piano, bewildered.

"I'm sorry, but there wasn't much time left and I was sick."

After taking the medicine and sleeping, his body temperature dropped. Xu Mobai felt much more energetic now, although his face was still slightly red.

"Go lie down first, I'll figure it out myself."

He Miao stared at the big black thing in front of him in a daze, not knowing how to start.

"I teach you."

He sat down next to her. "Do you know some basic music theory?"

He Miao shook his head. "I don't understand anything."

"So how much do you know?"

"I only know two tigers...I played them on the old piano in school."

"It's okay, let's take our time."

So Xu Mobai began to teach her, just as he usually taught her, carefully and patiently.

However, He Miao just couldn't learn it.

"My hands and brain are too slow, and the notes just pop out one by one."

He Miao felt that he really had no way of playing this thing.