I don't think the plot is right!

In the end, I spent the night in the Fangjia tree house.

Although there are only a few layers of blankets on the ground, although the basement is humid and hot, and although the noise of the rain outside makes it difficult for people to fall asleep, Song Yuan feels that life is still full of hope as long as he sees Fang Jiashu lying on the bed...

Fang Jiashu didn't feel the same way, he just felt goose bumps all over his body whether he was facing or facing the person on the ground.

Song Yuan just stared blankly like this, he couldn't get enough of it, until he sneezed a few times and Baxi Miaomiao protested, then he felt some kind of irresistible drowsiness.

But before going to bed, I only had one thought when I took one last glance: "Why is Baxi lying next to Fang Jiashu? It would be great if I were myself..."

Baxi started barking again in the middle of the night, and Fang Jiashu was woken up by the meowing.

Baxi is generally very well-behaved, and won't bark all the time unless she's hungry.And now I just had dinner not long ago, what are you calling?

Fang Jiashu stood up in a daze, but saw Song Yuan's sleeping posture was a bit strange.

On a hot day, why hug the blanket and curl up.

After hesitating for a while, he got out of bed and approached him to have a look.

"Hello." He called out tentatively.Really woke him up.

Song Yuan opened his eyes slightly as if having some difficulty, and then said vaguely: "...cold."

It's a hot day, what's the cold?Fang Jiashu got up and didn't want to pay attention to his nonsense anymore.

Song Yuan suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle.

Fang Jiashu, who was almost dragged down, was a little angry, but immediately felt that the temperature in Song Yuan's hands was very high.

He squatted down again and covered his face with his hands, it was so hot.

Fang Jiashu had already poured out all the medicines in the drawer before he realized that he was a little flustered.

Antipyretics, antipyretics... finally found it!

Fang Jiashu felt relieved a little, and when he poured a glass of water and walked to Song Yuan's side, he found that he had fallen asleep again.

Pulling him up and leaning against the wall, Song Yuan seemed uncomfortable and dissatisfied, but he was shaking and wanted to lie down again, and his consciousness seemed a little unclear.

Fang Jiashu didn't have the same knowledge as him, so he tried his best to feed him all the medicine.

It shouldn't be a big problem after taking the medicine, right?Fang Jiashu stared at him for a while, then wanted to get up and put down the cup.

But Song Yuan grabbed his wrist indiscriminately again.

The glass hit the floor too, and the rest of the water spilled on the blanket.

"...You!" Fang Jiashu wanted to get angry, but seeing his dizzy look, he couldn't do anything to him, so he pulled his hand away to put the cup.

Halfway there, I heard a weak voice from behind: "...Little tree."

Fang Jiashu froze on the spot holding the cup, and looked back, the man was indeed still delirious.

But Song Yuan could clearly hear leaning against the wall and bowing his head, saying: "Little tree."

Fang Jiashu couldn't say anything, just stood there holding the cup and looking down at him.

Song Yuan, who didn't get a response, seemed even more uncomfortable, and kept repeating "little tree, little tree, little tree...", but his whole body was shaking slightly and was about to fall to the ground.

Slowly approached and squatted down, after confirming that he was really in an unconscious state, Fang Jiashu said as if talking to himself:

"I'm here."

And Song Yuan miraculously stopped talking, and his body calmed down a lot.

Fang Jiashu even wanted to hug him at this moment...but soon noticed that the whole blanket was still wet because of the water, and Song Yuan was sick like this, let alone let him sleep on the soaked blanket, Lying on the ground, Jiashu also felt sorry.

Reluctantly dragging him to the bed, Song Yuan frowned and still didn't seem to wake up.

You won't pass out and won't wake up, will you?Fang Jiashu took a closer look and found that his lying posture seemed uncomfortable.

She reached out her hand to adjust him, but she was pulled onto the bed and hugged him.

Fang Jiashu subconsciously wanted to break free, but he heard Song Yuan start to mutter again: "Little tree..."

Probably because of the fever, Fang Jiashu felt that his breath was also hot.

Song Yuan's entire face was buried weakly in his neck, and he looked weak like never before.

The feeling of being dependent made Fang Jiashu's heart soften, but it was a single bed, and it was really crowded for two people to lie on it, so he had no choice but to lean in again.

Song Yuan clenched his arms very smoothly, and fell asleep even more deeply as if he was completely at ease.

But Fang Jiashu hadn't slept all night, and it was only when Song Yuan was fast asleep that he pulled out of his body when the sky was dim.

It was already noon when Song Yuan woke up, and even when he opened his eyes, he still felt dizzy.

I don't know why I'm in bed, or why I feel powerless.

The only thing he realized was that Fang Jiashu was gone!

Did you run away again?Did you leave here again to avoid yourself?

Song Yuan's body was still a little weak, but without thinking too much, he got out of bed and walked towards the door.

Don't...don't lose him again...

After the heavy rain last night, the sky was surprisingly clean and clear. Fang Jiashu felt that the sun was good outside, so he took Baxi out to sunbathe for a while.

Then I saw Song Yuan stumbling out of the basement, his face was panicked and frightened like never before.

What's wrong with him?

But before Fang Jiashu could react, Song Yuan rushed over and hugged him tightly.

"I thought you left again..." Song Yuan's voice was trembling.

Because the hug was too tight, the voice of Baxi in Fang Jiashu's arms also trembled: "Meow...?"

It took a lot of effort to push Song Yuan away.

Fang Jiashu saw that his expression was like a child who did something wrong, and suddenly couldn't bear to scold him anymore, so he asked as naturally as possible: "... Are you hungry?"

Song Yuan froze for a moment, then nodded.It's been a long time since I ate anything.

"Let's go, I'll find you something to eat." Fang Jiashu said and was about to go back to the house, but Song Yuan didn't seem to move.

Looking back at him suspiciously, I heard Song Yuan say: "... I don't really want to eat cat food."

Fang Jiashu wanted to laugh at what he said, but he still said seriously: "I made it for you myself."

Song Yuan nodded with a smile on the surface, but he was full of doubts in his heart.

When he returned to the house and saw that there was no refrigerator, only a row of dried noodles and a small pot in the cabinet, Song Yuan realized that his suspicion was right.

Fang Jiashu looked back at Song Yuan while waiting for the water to boil.

Does he still look uncomfortable?Fang Jiashu didn't know that he was worried about what he would eat later, but thought that he had a fever again, so he subconsciously walked over and sat down and covered his face with his hands to test the temperature.

Song Yuan was stunned.

He can't remember that he had a fever last night, and he can't remember that Fang Jiashu tested his temperature in the same way when he was almost unconscious. He only knows that at this moment his little tree is putting his hand on his face...

Fang Jiashu tried it carefully, the temperature was normal, but when he raised his eyes again, he found that Song Yuan's eyes were red.

...No, it's just a small movement, don't react so big——Fang Jiashu doesn't understand why Song Yuan's posture is always so low now, even feeling very weak.

"Xiaoshu..." As soon as he opened his mouth, tears in Song Yuan's eyes almost rolled down: "Xiaoshu, you can even hit me...you should hit me...but why are you always so good...Okay Makes me want to cry..."

Fang Jiashu had no time to be moved, he just suddenly suspected that the person in front of him was not Song Yuan.

Fortunately, the sound of boiling water allowed Fang Jiashu to temporarily escape this awkward atmosphere.

Song Yuan also felt that he had lost his composure, and took advantage of the gap between Fang Jiashu's face-to-face, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes to adjust his expression.

But when he picked up a chopstick made by Fang Jiashu and put it in his mouth, he wanted to cry again.

Seeing Song Yuan holding the noodles in his mouth and not swallowing, Fang Jiashu's expression became a little displeased.

Song Yuan quickly swallowed it wisely, but still couldn't help hesitating and asking: "This side...is it..."

"Yes, no condiments are added, it's not good for patients to eat those things... What, it's hard to eat?" Fang Jiashu asked seriously.

Also... It's not bad to say, it just doesn't taste at all...

Song Yuan looked at Fang Jiashu's sincere expression, and knew that his little tree was definitely not intentionally taking revenge on him, so he chewed it a few more times with difficulty and said, "It's delicious..."