I don't think the plot is right!

In fact, Fang Jiashu could clearly feel that Song Yuan was a little restless.

Ever since Cheng An said those words, Song Yuan's heart knot seems to have become more serious.

"Let me do a magic trick for you~" Seeing him in a daze, Fang Jiashu forcibly moved over and said, "Close your eyes~"

Song Yuan closed his eyes quietly.

"Open it~"

Song Yuan opened his eyes, only to see Fang Jiashu holding his face and smiling at him: "Hey~ I'll make you a little tree!"

Song Yuan smiled and hugged him: "I hope my little tree will always be with me."

"...I'm so envious of Cheng An, I can accompany you since high school." Fang Jiashu said after a long time: "I really want to see what you looked like in high school..."

Ten minutes later, a scarred face from Song Yuan's gang answered the phone: "Hey Boss? It's me....What? Want a XX Middle School uniform?...No, Boss, I didn't laugh...Okay, let's go now! "

It's too embarrassing to rob a middle school student...and still ask someone for a school uniform...

In the afternoon, when Song Yuan walked into the ward again, Fang Jiashu laughed until he hit the bed.

Song Yuan was secretly unhappy: don't you know my height? !Get me this little school jacket...

In order to stop Fang Jiashu from giggling, Song Yuan rolled up his sleeves and sat down and said, "Teacher Fang, why haven't you come to class?"

Seeing Song Yuan so involved in the play, Fang Jiashu laughed even more happily.

Coincidentally, Song Ange also came at this time. Seeing the unsuitable high school uniform on his brother, he didn't come to his senses for a long time: "Yes...does Teacher Fang miss the feeling of class too much?"

Fang Jiashu hurriedly held back a smile and waved his hands, "I don't know anything."

Song Yuan was annoyed by the two of them, so he forgot about those troubles, he just grabbed Fang Jiashu and said, "I just want to hear what's wrong with Mr. Fang's class? Give me a physiology and hygiene class and tell me how you usually yell They're all dumb..."

!Fang Jiashu hurriedly covered his mouth when he heard this, but Song Ange took out his notebook and memorized something silently with a clear face.

……

"But it's been so long, when will I be discharged from the hospital?" Song Ange raised her head and said, "It's almost Christmas."

Ah, Christmas~ The first holiday with this person, is it going to be spent in the hospital? Fang Jiashu looked at Song Yuan expectantly, but heard him say: "I have to live for a while after removing the plaster. I couldn't go anywhere before."

"..." Fang Jiashu, who was spoiled by Song Yuan, had a small temper again, and turned his back with his mouth flattened.

Song Yuan had no choice but to go around and face him again and said, "Why are you acting like a child?"

As a result, Fang Jiashu felt happy when he saw his school uniform: "Look at your clothes, you are the childish one~"

"I don't feel embarrassed to become childish because I like you." Song Yuan said seriously.

Song Ange: "...Okay, okay, I'll go, you're getting tired of it, can't I go?" She said while packing her schoolbag.

Fang Jiashu was very happy in his heart, he had never had such a sense of trust and dependence on other people.Because I was in such a good mood, I accidentally said my inner thoughts: "It's so good...the person I like also likes my feeling..."

"?" Song Yuan didn't understand what he was talking nonsense again.

"That is to say, when I like you and find out that you like me too, I'm really, really happy. That's the feeling, you know?" Fang Jiashu's eyes were bright and sincere, and he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Now I know." Song Yuan's eyes are also full of doting - because you said that you like yourself, so you know that feeling.

Song Ange: What the hell... I still walked a step slower.

"Then you are not allowed to look at Cheng An again!" Fang Jiashu successfully ruined the atmosphere.

"..." Song Yuan said helplessly, "Okay."

"I can't even think about it!" Fang Jiashu was still worried, and crawled over to look Song Yuan in the eyes and said.

Song Yuan looked at his small face pretending to be angry, his throat was dry for no reason, and he said in a low voice: "If you get closer, I will promise you."

"I'm not fooled~" Fang Jiashu was afraid that he would be tricked again, so he immediately hid away.

Song Yuan laughed, Xiaoshu was getting harder and harder to cheat.

But when Song Yuan was willing to give up easily, he pressed Fang Jiashu against the head of the bed with brute force and rubbed him all over.

Seeing Fang Jiashu's blushing face because he was worried that the nurse would come to round the ward at any time, Song Yuan lowered his head and bit his ear and said, "You don't even know how cute you are... Where do I think about others?"

Although Fang Jiashu blushed even more, he buried himself in Song Yuan's arms with satisfaction.

Because of Song Yuan's careful care, Fang Jiashu's recovery was satisfactory, and the plaster cast was removed in early December.

Looking at his still swollen ankle, Fang Jiashu secretly prayed that he could walk normally sooner.

However, the plaster has been fixed for too long, and the adjacent joints are also a little stiff, so the heels will be very painful after standing for a while after landing, let alone practicing walking.

The doctor reassured that this is a normal phenomenon, and the pain will gradually subside through gradual practice.

Song Yuan has also studied massage techniques to assist recovery. He gives him a percussion massage every day. On the one hand, it relieves pain, on the other hand, it promotes blood circulation, and prevents muscle atrophy due to prolonged immobility.

Every time Song Yuan held his legs and feet and kneaded them earnestly, Fang Jiashu would think of his childhood in the orphanage—even when he was sick, he would simply drink a few pills, and most of the time he had to lie on the bed and get through slowly.

At that time, I really hope that I am also a child who is loved by someone...even if I just sit by my side to accompany me.

From this point of view, Song Yuan realized his wish a few years late.

"You are like a gift." Fang Jiashu didn't realize what was in his heart.

Song Yuan froze, and went to the corridor to call Song Ange after a while: "Did you tell Xiaoshu again about my secretly preparing presents?"

Song Ange said: "I really didn't say anything this time."