Xiao Qinghuan

The footrest by the bed is no more than two feet long and six inches wide.Jiang Xiaohan sat on the footrest, with his upper body lying on the side of the bed, sleeping crookedly, and he couldn't bear it any more.

I don't know why, every time we meet again, Jiang Xiaohan always looks so pitiful.

The night is quiet, and the moonlight is like a day for thousands of years, making it hard to tell what night it is.

Jiang Xiaohan's temple hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair hung down the side of his face, making him look a few years younger than usual.He lay there quietly, his brows furrowed slightly, but he was somewhat similar to the young man in Yan Qing's dream.

"We meet again." Yan Qing looked at Jiang Xiaohan's side face and said softly.

Years are far away in the dream, seeing him at this moment, Yan Qing actually has a sense of fate as if she has passed away.The faint sound of cicadas and frogs came from outside, mixed with the bitter aroma of herbs, forming a touch of human fireworks.

Yan Qing roughly glanced at the furnishings in the house. There was a table not far from the bed, and a small purple clay pot. The house was also neatly tidied up. Perhaps it was because summer was not afraid of catching cold, so the window in the house was opened. , the gentle evening breeze sweeps into the house from time to time, bringing a coolness unique to summer.

A folded soft cloth was placed on the shelf in front of the window, and there was a slight bitter smell of medicine in the room, but it was not strong, and the smell would not make people feel suffocated.

He moved his arms reluctantly, and found that a thin quilt was covering his body, his body was clean and fresh, and his inner clothes were changed into new ones, without any sticky feeling after illness.

Yan Qing closed his eyes to ease the dizziness from lying down for a long time. He didn't know how many days he had been ill, but judging by the current situation, Jiang Xiaohan really took care of him very well.

Yan Qing didn't know what mood he was in now, all he knew was that when he opened his eyes and saw Jiang Xiaohan, he seemed relieved, while he felt satisfied, but at the same time felt that it should be like this.

Joy mixed with strange emotions filled his chest, bulging impatiently, urgently needing to find a clear way out.

Jiang Xiaohan's position seemed to make him sleep uncomfortable, he moved in a daze, and the outer robe on his body slipped a lot.Afraid that he would catch a cold, Yan Qing leaned on the edge of the bed to prop up her body, leaned over to grab his outer robe, and pulled it on him again.

Who would have thought that he could not sleep soundly, but it was just this small movement that woke him up.

Jiang Xiaohan snorted and frowned. He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, exhaled slowly, and tried to wake up before opening his eyes.

Yan Qing was ill these days, and Jiang Xiaohan couldn't sleep well.A little movement will wake up.Jiang Ying originally set up a soft couch in the outer room for him, but he was worried that if Yan Qing woke up at night and had no strength to find anyone, the soft couch had been left empty until now, and Ren Pingsheng could only lie on it when he came to perform acupuncture and see a doctor lie down.

He habitually wanted to check the temperature of Yan Qing's body, but when he looked up, he found that Yan Qing was looking at him quietly.

Jiang Xiaohan: "..."

His outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

Yan Qing originally thought that he would see some joyful expression on his face, but the always clever Master Jiang just stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly twisted the back of his hand, and then gasped in pain. Cool.

Yan Qing: "..."

Yan Qing almost made him laugh angrily.

Jiang Xiaohan pinched himself ruthlessly, not sure if it was to make sure that he was not dreaming, or to wake himself up.

"What." Instead, Yan Qing spoke first, his voice was low and soft, with a soft steam: "Did you wake up?"

It was only then that Jiang Xiaohan became sure that this time was not a dream caused by his overthinking. He was overjoyed and subconsciously wanted to help him up. He stretched his hand halfway before remembering that Yan Qing had just woken up, his body was weak, and he didn't dare to touch him.

In the end, he turned around twice in a daze like a kid before he managed to control his smile.

"Qing, you—"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Qing frowned: "...what's wrong with your throat?"

Jiang Xiaohan's voice was dry and hoarse when he spoke, especially in the middle of the night.Yan Qing was used to his gentle and clear voice, but at this moment, she just felt that the tip of her heart was suddenly pricked by a wheat awn, and she couldn't tell whether it was pain or itching.

Yan Qing's condition did not improve a few days ago, Jiang Xiaohan got angry naturally, Ren Pingsheng checked his pulse for him, and said that he was angry, he said it a few times to reassure him, and prescribed medicine for clearing the fire, but unfortunately nothing happened usefulness.

"It's nothing." Jiang Xiaohan said vaguely, "Maybe it's because I went to bed late and my throat is a bit blocked."

Yan Qing wanted to ask again, but Jiang Xiaohan had already moved closer, and he put the back of his hand against Tie Yanqing's forehead, and finally heaved a sigh of relief: "It's not like it started to burn again."

"When your fever went down in the afternoon, Senior Ren said, if your condition doesn't recur tonight, then you'll be fine." Jiang Xiaohan said softly, "Is there any discomfort?"

The exhaustion brought about by the high fever was sinking into the bones, Yan Qing felt that the cracks in his bones were filled with acid water, and his body was so limp that he couldn't lift it up, and there was no place in his body that felt good.

But even without the need for others to tell, Yan Qingguang looked at Jiang Xiaohan's black eyes, and knew how worried he was these few days, and how could he bear to make him more uneasy.

So Yan Qing just smiled at him, and asked casually: "My mouth is a bit dry, is there any water?"

"Yes, yes!" Jiang Xiaohan thought to himself that he was careless, Yan Qing must have had a bad throat after lying down for these days, but he still only focused on pulling him to talk, and even forgot to pour a glass of water.

Jiang Xiaohan pulled off the outer robe he was wearing and threw it at the foot of the bed, got up to pour water for him.

The teapot on the table had just been changed in the evening, and it was still not completely cool at this time. Jiang Xiaohan poured half a glass of water, turned around and walked to the bed, subconsciously put the teacup to his lips, and took the tea in his mouth.

Jiang Xiaohan paused the hand holding the cup: "..."

—Habits are harmful.

Jiang Xiaohan has been feeding water and medicine for Yan Qing like this for the past few days, and this habit can't be broken for a while.

Yan Qing lay on the bed, taking in all his actions just now, he suddenly remembered the warmth and softness on his lips when he was unconscious, and the clear scent of cypress kernels.

——Baiziren is sweet in taste, calm in nature, nourishes the heart and calms the nerves, and is a good medicine for insomnia and palpitations.Bai Ziren accounted for a lot of the medicine he gave Jiang Xiaohan.

Thinking of this, his eyes could not help but fall on Jiang Xiaohan's slightly thin lips.

Jiang Xiaohan didn't know what was going on in his mind, and calmly finished the cup of tea in front of him, and then turned around and changed to a new teacup.

"I tested the temperature for you." Jiang Xiaohan walked to the bed without changing his expression: "It's still warm, and it's time for the entrance of summer."

Mr. Jiang is worthy of being immersed in the court for many years. He has already experienced many battles.

Yan Qing: "..."

If he hadn't been sober before, he would have believed Mr. Jiang's evil now.

Jiang Xiaohan put two soft pillows for him, leaned on the head of the bed to help him up, and carefully fed him half a glass of water.

Yan Qing was weak, and leaned against Jiang Xiaohan's strength, her long black hair slipped from her shoulders, spreading a small piece on the white inner garment.

These days, Jiang Xiaohan has never done things like feeding Yan Qing medicine, scrubbing his body and changing his clothes, but it was the first time he was so close to someone when the other party was sober. Go to the end of the bed, talk to Yan Qing about the situation in the past few days, and then leave the room with good etiquette.

He had already prepared a draft for this process in his heart, but he couldn't let go of his hand.

Forget it, he is not feeling well after lying down for a long time, this cup of tea is finished, help him to lie down before letting go.Jiang Xiaohan comforted himself.

And there's no need to go out, he just woke up today, so it's okay for him to rest on the couch outside the house one night and take care of him.

Jiang Xiaohan convinced himself in his heart, and immediately felt confident.

It's a pity that he really underestimated Yan Qing.

"Jiang Xiaohan." After drinking the tea, Yan Qing felt his throat moistened a lot, and then said, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Jiang Xiaohan was taken aback by his question: "What?"

Yan Qing glanced sideways at him in this posture, Jiang Xiaohan's long hair was parted, and he was only wearing a thin green shirt, looking down at him.

The night when she ran into Jiang Xiaohan outside Pingjiang City, Yan Qing was amazed by his beautiful peach blossom eyes, but at that time, although these eyes were gentle and polite, they were restrained and alienated.At that time, although he was smiling, his eyes were full of ice.But I don't know when, the guard in these eyes began to be quietly replaced by connivance, and the unbearable warmth under the ice began to be truly revealed.

Although he was not smiling at this time, his beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, the corners of his eyes were bent down, and anyone who looked at that contented look would soften his heart.

"You don't have one." Yan Qing said, "But I do."

Jiang Xiaohan looked at him suspiciously, and Yan Qing took it before he could speak.

"I had a dream." He said, "I have you in my dream."

The author says:

Thanks to Xiao Gu, Ziqi, and Jiang Linqiu for the fish food~Thank you very much~