deep crush

Tang Ye had a bit of a cold today, and his head was dizzy. He didn't want to go online, but Shuaifeng insisted on pestering him to brush the monsters of Green Pine Valley. Among the equipment revealed was a Xiaoxiang flute. He wanted to use it as a token to marry Fairy Wenqing .

Tang Ye forced himself to turn on the computer, and the little apprentice sent a greeting message.

Ye Sihan: "Yes."

Little Man Yao: "Are you free? I won't do the task today, let's chat, okay?"

Ye Sihan: "Is there something wrong?"

In the two months of online game life, the only person he could chat with was Ye Sihan, although each time was only about half an hour's master-apprentice mission, even though---he didn't change Bai Ze's name until the end.

Little Man Yao: "Uh...it's okay, if you're busy, forget it."

Ye Sihan: "Not busy, but I'm not feeling well today, and I won't play for a long time."

Little Man Yao: "What's wrong?"

Ye Sihan: "I have a cold."

Little Man Yao: "Drink more water, have you taken your medicine?"

Tang Ye seldom takes medicine for common colds, and it will be much better if he drinks plenty of water and covers himself with a quilt.

After getting along for two months, Xia Han got to know this person more or less.

Ye Sihan, who is lonely and conceited, would do anything for his friends, but he would not spare a female swordsman; Ye Sihan had a high reputation in the gang, but he was the only disciple under his seat; Throwing more money on Bai Ze won't hurt at all; Ye Sihan is a real person, very handsome.

Xia Han laughed, making someone as narcissistic as Shuaifeng feel inferior, thinking about it, this person must be pretty good.

Xia Han made up the faces of today's male stars, and after thinking about it, he became a little distracted, and automatically substituted it for his neighbor.

The young man on the opposite side... Well, he is also very handsome.

At the time of parting, Xia Han chatted a lot, the mental journey from first entering the online game to becoming the number one in the whole server, the relationship between brothers in the gang, the precautions for the maintenance of spirit beasts...

For a long time, Xia Han hadn't talked so much with anyone.

He closed himself in a world with only one person, but that person couldn't devote himself wholeheartedly to the current Xia Han.

After walking out of the besieged city, after the pain passed, he also felt a real relief.

There was only pity and responsibility between them, but Xia Han, who had closed her eyes and ears, was reluctant to face it. She dragged it to the end, tore apart the appearance, and was hurt to the extreme to wake up.

Ye Sihan is a good listener, he answers very slowly, sometimes just a short "um", but Xia Han feels that as long as that person is still there, it is enough.

Later, Xia Han also felt embarrassed, and dragged a sick person to talk so much.Finally he asked a question that had been bothering him for a long time.

"Why did you give the spirit beast this name?"

When we first met, he asked.And Ye Sihan dismissed it with a proud "I like it".

Tang Ye was so dizzy that he forced himself to drink two glasses of water. His eyelids were clenched. He leaned back in the chair and put on the headset.

"Because the person I like is called Xia Han."

A deep, slightly hoarse male voice suddenly sounded, and the slightly weak voice due to illness further accentuated this deep love. With the same name, it was like a drop of water falling on Xia Han's heart that had been calm for a long time.

Xia Han...

This name, such a coincidence, left him speechless.

Little Man Yao: Ah, is that right, does she have any objections to putting the girlfriend's name on the spirit beast?

Tang Ye coughed twice, "He didn't know I was there."

Xia Han: "..."

Little Man Yao: Are you, crush?

crush.

These two words touched Tang Ye's nerves, and his thoughts were pulled back to a long, long time ago.

"Well, crush, deep, deep, deep, deep crush."

He joined the student union and hid all the information related to that person.He dialed the canceled number left by that person over and over again. In his wallet, there was a photo of that person cut out from campus activities, a very small one, a very small corner, which accompanied him through seven springs. Summer, autumn and winter.

The story of secret love is not long, but he spoke very slowly.

Because of the fragility of his illness, he told a stranger the story that had been buried in his heart for a long time.This almost desperate secret love cannot find a bright exit.

Seven years, really, is too long, too long.

When the "rumbling" thunder sounded, Xia Han was startled, and hurriedly got up and went to the balcony to close the window.

Seeing two clothes drying next door, he opened the screen window and called a few times, but no one answered.

He turned around and went out of the house, knocked on the door next door for a long time, but there was no movement. Could it be that he hasn't come back yet?

The heavy rain poured down, completely pouring down the hot and dry S City for a long time.

Xia Han, who changed into pajamas, made himself a cup of hot milk to help him sleep. After finishing the cup, he looked up at the pouring rain outside the window.

When he came to the balcony, the two clothes hanging next door were still messy in the wind, so he went out of the room again and knocked on the door next door.

There was no response for a long time, maybe it was raining too hard, and this person simply didn't come back.Thinking of this, Xia Han turned around and was about to go back to the house.

There was the sound of the door opening next to her, Xia Han turned her head, and there was a weak person standing in the room.

"You're at home! I thought you weren't coming back?"

Tang Ye raised his eyelids, didn't even have the strength to ask if something was wrong, leaned weakly against the wall, and waited for the man to finish speaking.

Xia Han looked at him who was about to collapse at any moment, "What's wrong with you?"

Tang Ye moved his mouth and said a silent "cold"

Xia Han saw that it was not as simple as a cold, so he reached out and touched his forehead, it was very hot, "You have a fever? It's so hot, have you taken your medicine?"

Tang Ye shook his head lightly, turned around and walked towards the bed. He only hoped that this nosy person would not forget to close his door when he left.

Xia Han followed him into the house. This was the first time he entered Tang Ye's house. The first feeling was that it was very messy.

The changed clothes are scattered on the sofa, the remote control, paper towels, empty beer cans, etc. are scattered on the coffee table, and the disassembled express boxes can be seen everywhere. Compared with his orderly, this place can really be regarded as a small pig farm up.

Tang Ye fell back on the bed, but in the scorching heat, he was covered with a thick quilt, which wrapped him tightly from head to toe.

Xia Han: "Do you have a thermometer at home? Where are the antipyretics?"

Tang Ye hid under the blanket and did not make a sound.

It is impossible to communicate with a sick person, Xia Han turned around and took the key from the shoe cabinet before going out.

A few minutes later, a person with a thermometer and antipyretics came to Tang Ye's bed.

Pulling down the quilt, he forced the thermometer under the man's armpit.

Tang Ye was completely confused, so he let him fiddle with it.

After taking her temperature, Xia Han went to the kitchen and couldn't even find a cup of hot water.

After boiling the water and cooling it for a while, he came to the bedroom with water and medicine.Xia Han leaned against the bed and helped him up, patted his face, "Wake up, wake up, take the medicine before going to sleep."

Tang Ye drowsily took the medicine and continued to fall back on the bed.

That night, Xia Han didn't dare to go home.

I brought two hot water pots from home, filled them with water, wiped him with a warm towel from time to time, and replaced his heavy quilt.I took my temperature every one or two hours, thinking that if the fever got worse, I would have to take a taxi to the hospital.

Tang Ye was awakened by a strong smell of rice.

When he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, and it would be much better to stir his muddy head all night. He stretched his nose and smelled the fragrance floating in the air, and his swollen stomach would grow louder all night. .

Who is cooking the porridge?next door?No, it doesn't seem like it came from next door, the smell is much stronger.Could it be, my lord?

Wearing a vest and big pants, Tang Ye walked out of the bedroom with his slippers on, rubbed the head of the chicken nest, called "Mom" and let out a big yawn along the way.

Xia Han, who was standing in the kitchen stirring porridge, turned around and saw a real and undisguised Tang Ye.

Before Tang Ye could take back his yawn, his surprise drove away all the drowsiness. He opened his mouth wide and squeezed out two morning tears from the corners of his eyes, and tried to close them together. He asked a stupid question, "Why are you here?"

Xia Han smiled, "I've been here all night, you only know."

The morning light after the rain shone on Xia Han's face through the window. It was rare for him not to wear a hat. His short hair dyed blond was gently pressed against his scalp. The smile at the corner of his mouth was like a reflective mirror that dazzled Tang Ye's head.

He closed his eyes, and scolded this person in his heart, it was not good to look like someone who smiled like the person he cared about the most.

He was just recovering from a serious illness, early in the morning, the little brother stood up disobediently.

He yelled "I'm going to the bathroom" and fled with his little brother in his arms.

Tang Ye, oh Tang Ye, this face was thrown to grandma's house.

The fragrant white porridge was brought to the table, and Tang Ye, who had changed into a light suit, came to the table.

Xia Han suppressed a smile, and said, "Your illness is still not completely cured, you can't eat greasy food, so you made some porridge. Eat it quickly! Remember to take medicine after eating."

Tang Ye coughed to cover up his embarrassment, picked up a spoon and sipped the porridge until it was thick.

After a whole night of tossing, Xia Han was also hungry. After finishing his breakfast in silence, he packed up the dishes and was about to pick them up and go to the kitchen when Tang Ye stopped him, "I'll do it myself. Last night, thank you."

He vaguely remembered that this person knocked on the door last night, and he had no memory of when he left.In a daze, someone fed him medicine, and there was an extra summer quilt on the side of the bed. It seemed that this person stayed up here last night.In the morning, he made porridge specially for him.

Well, he admits, he's met a nice neighbor.

Xia Han was no longer polite, "That's fine, you clean it up!" He lowered his head and covered his mouth and yawned, "I've been taking care of you all night, and I'm about to die. I'll go back to sleep, and you can call me again if you need anything. "

Tang Ye nodded, Xia Han turned around and lowered her head to put on her shoes, a scar looming under her neck.

Tang Ye looked away and stopped looking.

This person should have suffered serious injuries, not only on his face, but also on his body covered by his clothes.

He is not curious about other people's lives, nor does he ask about other people's privacy. If others don't want others to see, he will turn his head very cooperatively, pretending not to see it.