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Zhong Heng's lips were dry, he pursed his lips slightly, and just about to open his lips to speak, Zhu Shen was suddenly frightened, frowned, turned and left.It is said that thin lips hurt people, at first he didn't believe it, but now, he doubts that even a slight nod of Zhong Heng's head can make him fall into this vast darkness.

The knee injury is still not fully healed, so many bumps and bumps are unavoidable after running around today.His steps seemed to be very hasty, stumbling in the night, as if he was being expelled by some monster.

The person behind him helped him quit the bitter coffee a few days ago, saying that he would help him to suffer in the future.

In a trance for a moment, he actually took it seriously.

It's ridiculous to say that he was the one who first mentioned the words "acting on the spot", but it was Zhong Heng who actually implemented it.

Very good, very good indeed.

It was only a few meters from the garage to the gate, Zhu Shen seemed to have been running for a long time.His stomach also felt uncomfortable, his limbs were cold, but his eyes seemed to be very hot, and he was afraid that he would blink a piece of water in the blink of an eye.

Should not.

How did he become like this?

Finally he touched the door tremblingly, he desperately wanted to rush in and sleep with his head closed, it would be better to have a long sweet dream and forget all the unpleasant things, when suddenly he heard Ah Wen shouting behind him: " I wish you less! I wish you less!"

Zhu Shen paused, only to hear Ah Wen shout loudly from behind: "Mr. Zhong fainted!"

thump—

Zhu Shen lost his strength and accidentally fell at the door. His knee was knocked hard, but it made him wake up from the pain.

I saw him stumbling towards the garage, and saw Ah Wen supporting Zhong Heng who was leaning aside.Zhu Shen stretched out his hand to touch Zhong Heng's forehead, it was astonishingly hot, and he immediately called his personal doctor.

"Give it to me." Zhu Shen reached out to Awen.

Seeing Zhu Shen's pale face and blood oozing faintly from his knees, Ah Wen asked with concern, "Master Zhu, are you... all right?"

"It's okay." Zhu Shen put Zhong Heng's hand on his shoulder, and brought Zhong Heng into the room with Ah Wen.

"Oh!" Aunt Fang was startled when she saw this, followed her upstairs, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

Awen looked sad: "The chairman didn't allow Mr. Zhong to go in. He just stood in the rain all morning. He probably had a fever at that time, but Mr. Zhong didn't say anything..."

"Ah! Ah Heng seldom gets sick!" Aunt Fang suddenly felt distressed, "He has this character, he always keeps silent when he gets hurt, and bears it by himself."

With a sore heart, Zhu Shen gently covered him with the quilt, went to the bathroom in his room, twisted a wet towel and put it on his forehead.

Aunt Fang handed over a thermometer, Zhu Shen took it, shook it, and let Zhong Heng hold it.

Aunt Fang saw that Zhu Shen's steps were heavy and light, and asked with concern: "Shen Shen, are your legs okay?"

"It's okay." Zhu Shen rubbed his temples wearily: "The doctor has been called just now. It's too late, you go to rest, I'm here."

"Then why—" Aunt Fang was about to refuse, but she saw Ah Wen silently winking at her. Aunt Fang immediately understood, and said to Zhu Shen, "That's going to be hard work."

Zhu Shen nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhong Heng's sleeping face, wondering what he was thinking.

There was only a dim light on beside the bed, presumably it was for Zhong Heng to read at night. At this time, the light fell on Zhong Heng's cheeks, making his erect facial features appear more three-dimensional and profound.

Pulling out the thermometer, Zhu Shen took a closer look, frowning even deeper.

This person is really compassionate.

The fever reached forty degrees, and he pretended to be fine and drank soup at Ruyi Mountain.

I really don't know what to say about him.

That's right, Zhu's family is still useful to him, even if he has a fever, he has to win over him, he is really very dedicated.

But thinking about Zhu Shen, he couldn't help being a little angry. Since the Zhu family was still useful to him, why did he abandon the Zhu family and him?

"Who wants your thank you gift?" Zhu Shen gouged him out, and covered his quilt even more tightly. His movements were not small, and the mattress was slapped, wishing he could smother his cold body to death. Heart.

Suddenly hearing a sound downstairs, Zhu Shen hurriedly walked down.

Sure enough, the doctor came.

The doctor's name is Zhang Yuan, and he is Zhu's personal doctor.The family has studied medicine for generations, and my father used to be a medical soldier for Mr. Zhu.He is not very old, although he always dresses like a butterfly and looks very irrelevant, but if he does not have real talents and learning, he would not be able to fall into the eyes of the old man Zhu.Zhu Shen used to have some headaches, and he came to Zhu Zhai to show them, and the two were considered acquainted.

"The young master called me so late, the consultation fee is doubled." Zhang Yuan leaned against the door and looked at his watch: "It's 10:30."

Zhu Shen glanced at him: "Come up."

Zhang Yuan pursed his lips, and followed with a medical kit.

"Why do you talk so little after seeing me now? I'm afraid it was brought by your husband?" Zhang Yuan has a problem, that is, he talks too much, "Do you remember when you were a child—"Brother Zhang Yuan No injections', 'Brother Zhang Yuan, I don't want to take medicine', that's so cute."

At the mention of black history, Zhu Shen's face turned black, and he couldn't help pushing Zhang Yuan into Zhong Heng's room, and turned on a brighter light.

The layout of his room was similar to his own. Today was the first time Zhu Shen entered it, and it was only then that he saw the structure of Zhong Heng's room clearly through the light.

As he expected, it really is the classic black, white and grey, which is similar to the layout of his office. The whole room is decorated in a simple and low-key style.The only thing with some vivid colors was a row of colorful flowerpots on the windowsill. Zhu Shen was no stranger to this. The hyacinths were planted inside, but unfortunately the flowering period had passed and the petals had withered.

I haven't heard Zhong Heng say what kind of flowers he likes, but it seems that he also likes hyacinths.

"Master, come back to your senses." Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of his eyes, stopping his endless thoughts: "Did you take your temperature? How many degrees?"

"Just tested, forty."

"People are going to burn out." Zhang Yuan frowned, and took out a small medicine bottle: "Three meals a day, three tablets at a time, let him take it."

Zhu Shen took the medicine bottle.

"How did he burn so badly?"

"He got caught in the rain all morning today."

Zhang Yuan was amazed: "Today? It rained so much? He was drenched all morning? If you don't burn him, who will you burn?"

Zhu Shen glared at him.

Seeing that Zhu Shen was a little angry, Zhang Yuan said, "Take out his hand, it's time to hang the water."

Zhu Shen took Zhong Heng's left hand out of the quilt, covered his quilt corners, thought for a while, and moved a hanger from the side to hang the medicine bottle.

Zhang Yuan looked at Zhong Heng's tonsils with a flashlight, and found that Zhu Shen was busy behind him, so he couldn't help saying: "Okay, young master, now you know how to hurt people?"

Zhu Shen ignored his teasing, and only asked, "Is it serious?"

"What do you think? He's fainted from a fever." Zhang Yuan opened the medical kit and started dispensing medicine. Seeing Zhu Shen sitting on the sofa in a low mood, he realized that his tone might be a bit aggressive, and said again: "Take good care of him. fine."

I thought that Zhu Shen would scoff when he heard this, but he actually said obediently: "Okay."

Zhang Yuan looked up at him, suspecting that he had heard wrong.

Zhu Shen stopped talking, and walked out the door holding the water glass beside Zhong Heng's bed.

Zhang Yuan said, "I want to drink too."

But no one paid attention to him.Zhang Yuan smiled, staring at Zhu Shen's footsteps but slightly frowned.

The young master after marriage seems to have matured a lot.

What kind of political marriage, what is all this nonsense on the Internet?

When Zhu Shen came in with a water cup, Zhang Yuan was tying a cuff to Zhong Heng, pulling a knot, and instantly revealed the blue blood vessels hidden on Zhong Heng's wrist.

Seeing that Zhang Yuan flicked the needle tube, the sharp needle stuck on the back of Zhong Heng's hand. He quickly fixed the needle with tape, adjusted the flow speed of the liquid medicine, and finally let go of his heart.

"How long will it take?" Zhu Shen asked, looking at the two large medicine bottles hanging on the hanger.

"More than three hours."

Zhu Shen nodded, and fed Zhong Heng the medicine just now.

Zhang Yuan worried again and said: "After you finish emptying the bottle, you can insert a new medicine bottle - will you know how to insert it?"

"meeting."

"That's fine."

Seeing Zhang Yuan turning around, Zhu Shen thought he was leaving, so he said, "I'll take you down."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan went around to his medicine box and took out a transparent medicine bottle, dragged Zhu Shen to the sofa and sat down: "What are you going to do, take medicine."

Zhu took a deep look at him.

"Seeing that your face is pale and you are clutching your stomach again, is it possible that you have a stomach problem again?"

I wish you deep silence.

Zhang Yuan went to give Zhong Heng the water glass on the bedside table, and poured out another pill: "Take it."

Zhu Shen raised his head and swallowed the pill and water.

Zhang Yuan took out a red medicine bottle from the medicine box, took out two cotton swabs and said, "Turn up your trouser legs, and I'll see how lame you are."

Zhu Shen didn't move.

"Hurry up, do you still want to be alive and kicking?" Zhang Yuan urged.

Zhu Shen had no choice but to roll up his trousers slowly. Under the lamp, Zhu Shen's scabbed knees were already somewhat infected due to the water, and because the fall of the head happened to hit the wound, the wound cracked open and dark A lot of blood oozes from the red scab.Zhu Shen's legs were very white, with such a big wound on his knee, it was very scary at first glance.

Zhang Yuan didn't expect the injury to be so serious, so he took a closer look, and the bruises around him hadn't disappeared, so he asked, "Did you fall?"

"En." Zhu Shen took the medicine bottle and cotton swab in his hand, planning to apply it himself.

Before he could speak, he saw Zhong Heng sitting up on the bed at some point, his cheeks were flushed from the heat, and he called him in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Shi."

"Are you awake?" Zhu Shen hurriedly put the medicine bottle on the table, put his pillow upright against the head of the bed, and helped him up.

Zhong Heng looked at him and said nothing.

Seeing that his eyes were burning red, Zhu Shen called him uncertainly: "Zhong Heng?"

Zhong Heng still looked up at him without saying a word.

Zhu Shen reached out and touched Zhong Heng's forehead, which was still terribly hot.As soon as he withdrew his hand, Zhong Heng grabbed his hand and refused to let him leave.

"...he is this?"

"I'm burning up." Zhang Yuan said standing aside with folded arms, "Ask him what he wants to do?"

Zhu Shen pressed his palms against Zhong Heng's cold forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better? What do you want?"

Zhong Heng's lips moved slightly.

Zhu Shen whispered, "What do you want?"

Zhong Heng whispered something in his ear, Zhu Shen was taken aback.

Seeing Zhu Shen's expression, Zhang Yuan couldn't help being a little curious, and quickly asked, "What did he say?"

Zhu Shen said: "He wants you to go."

Zhang Yuan: "..."

At first I thought Zhu Shen was talking nonsense, but seeing Zhong Heng leaning on the pillow and staring at him with red-hot eyes, he shuddered a little and took two steps back: "What is this..."

Zhu Shen's palm gradually warmed up, and he wanted to pull out his hand to change Zhong Heng's wet handkerchief to his forehead, but when he left for a while, Zhong Heng's forehead was pressed again.

Zhu Shen supported him, and saw that his eyes were wet and red, which was very different from usual.

Normally, he would never drag his feet when looking at people.

Zhong Heng, who was feverish, looked at him with a little grievance, Zhu Shen knew that he couldn't leave.

Zhang Yuan packed up the medicine box and pointed to the table: "I left the medicine for you."

Zhu Shen nodded.

When Zhang Yuan left, he did not forget to close the bright overhead light and the open door.

Now, the space is closed and the room becomes darker.

Zhu Shen asked Zhong Heng: "Now you can let go of my hand."

Zhong Heng shook his head: "Don't let go."

Zhu Shen was taken aback for a moment, this person might be really confused, how could he talk like this normally?

How did you become so rebellious after having a fever?

"Aren't you going to apply medicine to me?" Zhu Shen coaxed in a low voice, "Let go."

Only then did Zhong Heng loosen the right hand that was holding Zhu Shen's wrist without the injection, but his eyes were still close to Zhu Shen, watching him go around to the table beside the bed to get the medicine.

Zhu Shen took two steps, looked back, and saw Zhong Heng still sitting on the bed and staring at him motionless, feeling sore in his heart, turned around, and pressed his hot hand into a fist against his heart.

It's noisy.Please, stop moving.

——Just now when Zhong Heng woke up, he called him to his side and asked him what he wanted. Zhong Heng pressed against his ear, his thin lips parted and breathed in his ear, "I'll rub the medicine for you..."

The man was fainted from fever, but he did not forget to rub the medicine on him.

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Shen took the medicine bottle and cotton swab and sat on Zhong Heng's bed.Under the dim light, he clearly saw that Zhong Heng's eyes seemed to light up.

I like to rub medicine on people.

What's wrong with this?

Zhu Shen bent the injured leg, trying to bargain with the sick patient: "Sleep after applying the medicine, and the fever will subside after sleeping, did you hear me?"

Zhong Heng tilted his head and looked at Zhu Shen, as if thinking about the meaning of his words.

Zhu Shen dipped some potion with a cotton swab, and asked again: "Did you hear that?"

This time, Zhong Heng finally nodded.

One click, two clicks, it seems to be very rigid.

Zhu Shen couldn't help laughing, he didn't know that Zhong Heng's fever could show this side.

If he wakes up and recalls what happened now, he doesn't know how he should feel.

Just as he was thinking, Zhu Shen's hands suddenly became empty, and he saw that Zhong Heng had already taken the cotton swab in his hand and was putting it on his knee.

At the first touch, Zhu Shen flinched in pain.

This potion is very irritating to the wound.

Zhong Heng frowned and blew gently.

Blowing and blowing, Zhu Shen's knees suddenly became much cooler.

He stared at Zhong Heng, who was seriously applying medicine for him.Zhong Heng's cheeks were very red, and Zhu Shen wanted to find out how hot it was.

Will it be hotter than a heart that rushes wildly because of him?

Zhu Shen thought so, and he did.

When his fingertips were attached to Zhong Heng's face, Zhong Heng's whole body froze, and he slowly raised his head to look at Zhu Shen, blinking his eyes slowly.

Very hot.

His eyes are hot, and his cheeks are hot too.

Avoiding Zhong Heng's scorching gaze, Zhu Shen took out the cotton swab in his hand, "squeaked" from the bed to the ground, almost at a loss, and said: "I...have finished applying the medicine, your face is very hot, I'll go to the next door... I'll come back and change after the medicine is finished."

incoherent...

messed up, messed up...

However, there is no logic in Zhong Heng who has been burned like this. The moment he saw Zhu Shen get out of bed, his complexion sank, and the light in his eyes went out bit by bit.

Zhu Shen wholeheartedly wants to leave this room. Smart people will not step into the same river twice. Smart people should learn to stop losses in time.

His footsteps were hurried and reckless, he didn't care whether the wound on his leg was still hurting, he just wanted to escape here quickly.

Suddenly, he was stopped.

"Xiao Shi."

Zhong Heng leaned against the pillow, listless, with a low tone.

The medicine bottle in Zhu Shen's hand fell to the ground with a "clang" sound. Because the cap was not closed tightly, a lot of red liquid overflowed, and it was shockingly bright red, with someone's sincerity flowing.

Zhu Shen's expression suddenly became very flustered.

He was given a holding spell and couldn't walk.

He had no choice but to turn around slowly and look at Zhong Heng.

Under the lamp, Zhong Heng's earlobes were as thin as pink cicada wings. He was leaning against the pillow, his whole body seemed to be out of strength, only his eyes refused to let go, and he said to Zhu Shen: "Don't go."

The voice was hoarse, and it even sounded a little aggrieved and pitiful.

Zhong Heng, who was sick, had no restraint, lost self-restraint, and followed his heart. At this time, he was just saying the words from the bottom of his heart.

An understatement of "don't go", after traveling through mountains and mountains for several years, he was finally able to say it.

It was the lingering fever that was making trouble, not him.

It was the tossing illness that was at work, not him.

I saw Zhong Heng supporting the bed with both hands, gradually exerting strength, trying to make his body sit up straighter, and his gaze fell directly in front of Zhu Shen without any concealment.After a while, he repeated in a low voice, "Xiao Shi, don't go."

His feet were filled with lead, and Zhu Shen couldn't walk at all.

"I'm not leaving, so don't move around."

Zhong Heng looked at him suspiciously. To show his sincerity, Zhu Shen walked over and sat by his bed.

He put down the pillow for him, let him lie down, and put his hands under the quilt.It was only then that Zhu Shen discovered that the blood in the needle had flowed back at some point.

Zhu Shen put his left hand pricked with needles, "Don't move around. Does it hurt?"

Zhong Heng shook his head.

"Don't hold back, I don't like you holding back." Zhu Shen didn't know what to think.

Zhong Heng paused, not knowing which word hit him, it seemed that he was even more wronged.

Zhu Shen asked again: "Does it hurt?"

"pain……"

It was a small sound, which sounded like she was being coquettish.

Zhu Shen had no choice but to squat down and blow to him. He thought it was comforting, but as soon as he let go, he was immediately entangled by Zhong Heng's fingers.

Zhu Shen looked at Zhong Heng without saying a word. The latter blinked a little slowly. Seeing that Zhu Shen was looking at him, his eyes lit up first, and then slowly, slowly lowered his head.

Anyway, his face was red, and I couldn't find out whether it was from fever or shyness.

However, Zhu Shen did not believe that Zhong Heng would be shy.

"I really won't leave." Zhu Shen promised.He knew that the patient always wanted to find someone to rely on when he was in a coma.

Sitting on Zhong Heng's bed again, Zhong Heng also became quiet and obedient.

Zhu Shen is a little fortunate that he is his reliance at this time.Suddenly, I was a little angry again. If this person has suffered from so many illnesses since he was a child, wouldn't everyone rely on him?

Seeing Zhu Shen suddenly frowned, Zhong Heng quietly hooked his little finger with his right hand, "Don't... be angry."

Zhu Shen smiled angrily, "Then go to bed quickly."

Zhong Heng shook his head and looked at him fixedly.

Zhu Shen didn't know how old this man was. After he recovered, this would probably be his black history.He didn't have any experience in coaxing children, so facing such scorching eyes, he said, "Then let me tell you a story?"

Zhong Heng licked his lips and nodded.

"After I say that, you must go to sleep."

Zhong Heng was a little hesitant, but with Zhu Shen by his side, he was reluctant to close his eyes.

Although he couldn't bear it, Zhu Shen threatened: "If you don't agree, I will leave now."

Zhong Heng immediately said: "Sleep..."

With an anxious expression, he made a small sound.

Zhu Shen racked his brains to find a bedtime story in his mind.

It happened that the last book he read was Oscar Wilde's fairy tale called "The Nightingale and the Rose".Then he told Zhong Heng: "Once upon a time there was a nightingale bird who sang beautifully. It fell in love with a young student, and sang to him all night long, telling his story to the stars."

Looking down at Zhong Heng, he listened to his story without blinking.

Zhu Shen reached out and covered his eyes: "Close."

The long eyelashes in the palm of his hand fanned, a little itchy, and when he let go of his hand, he found that Zhong Heng really closed his eyes.

Zhu Shen chuckled from the bottom of his heart, his voice became more gentle, and he continued: "Wang Zi will hold a dance tomorrow night. The student wants to invite his beloved girl to dance with him at the ball. He needs a red rose. But the student's garden is not red. Rose could only sit alone and weep. Nightingale knew why he was sad, so she spread her wings and flew into the garden, looking for rose trees one after another, hoping to ask for a red rose for him."

"Did she find it later?" Zhong Heng asked.

"I found it." Zhu Shen nodded, and his voice was very soft: "But the cold of winter damaged the blood vessels, buds and branches of the rose tree, and it said that it has no way to bloom again this year."

Zhong Heng said disappointedly: "Then Nightingale must be very sad."

Zhu Shen glanced at him unexpectedly, and said, "But there is a way to make it bloom red roses."

"What is it?"

"The nightingale must sing in the moonlight, and press her breast to the thorn of the rose-tree, and then her blood will flow into the veins of the rose-tree, so that her heart's blood will condense into a full-blown red flower. Rose."

Zhong Heng tightly pursed his lips.

"Nightingale did it." Zhu Shen gently patted Zhong Heng to put him to sleep: "She said goodbye to the student that day and said a lot of words, but the student only saw a bird calling to him, He couldn't understand what the nightingale was saying, and he thought the nightingale's notes were meaningless. Later, he thought about his lover falling asleep."

Zhong Heng stopped talking.Zhu Shen thought he was asleep, so he gently covered his quilt, and finished the story anyway: "That night, when the moon rose, the nightingale sang songs all night. The spike pierced her heart The blood-red roses bloomed one by one, and the moment the roses condensed, Nightingale didn't know if it was too late to see that she had fallen into the grass with a thorn in her heart, and she died just like that, in the The most beautiful time when love blooms."

"The student saw the rose, picked it off, and took it to invite the girl he loved to dance. But the girl felt that the rose was not valuable, not worthy of her, and it was not as good as the jewelry given to her by the nobles of the palace. The student angrily threw the rose Throw it on the street, and break up with the girl you love." Zhu Shen got off the bed gently, saw that the medicine had just finished dripping, so he changed another medicine for Zhong Heng.

After changing the potion, when I looked at Zhong Heng again, I found that his eyes were wet and he was staring blankly at the ceiling.

"what happened to you?"

Zhong Heng shook his head, and asked him hoarsely, "Are you leaving?"

Frankly speaking, facing such wet eyes, Zhu Shen couldn't refuse.

"I'll go see what there is to eat." Zhu Shen asked him, "What do you want to eat?"

I thought that Zhong Heng would continue to fuss for a while, pestering him not to let him go, but the high fever seemed to have exhausted his physical strength, and he didn't even have much strength to speak, so he said in a muffled voice, "Egg custard."

Zhu Shen re-soaked a towel and put it on his forehead: "Come right back."

He saw that Zhong Heng seemed to be smiling at him, the arc was not too big, and he looked tired.

Zhu Shen felt sore, and said to Zhong Heng, "Wait for a few minutes."

Zhong Heng said softly, "Okay."

He has been waiting.

Hurriedly downstairs, the living room lights turned on, Zhu Shen stopped in his tracks: "Aunt Fang?"

Aunt Fang hurriedly got up: "Is Ah Heng feeling better?"

Zhu Shen nodded: "The fever has subsided a little-why haven't you rested yet?"

"I'm worried. Is Ah Heng hungry? Do you want to eat?"

"He wants custard."

Aunt Fang nodded, I guessed it was this.

Aunt Fang cracked two eggs skillfully and stirred them with an egg beater in the bowl.

Zhu Shen was puzzled: "How did you guess that?"

Aunt Fang said: "When he has a fever, his mind becomes confused, and he clamors for egg custard."

Zhu Shen asked Aunt Fang: "Is he often sick?"

"No, Ah Heng is in good health," Aunt Fang recalled, "I have only seen him get sick twice in so many years."

While talking, Aunt Fang steamed eggs, "One time was when he was a child, when he first came to Ruyi Mountain, because a child missed an appointment, he stood on the mountain stupidly for a day, and was blown by the wind and had a fever."

"He also has friends in Ruyi Mountain?" Zhu Shen was surprised.

Aunt Fang looked at Zhu Shen, smiled unnaturally, then took him into the living room and sat down, sighing softly: "Maybe he was forgotten. Another time he was a little older, reading When I was in high school, sophomore year, I rode my bicycle in the rain to buy things for others. I caught a bad cold and stayed in the infirmary for more than half a month. The teacher in the infirmary took good care of him. Later, he even gave me medical treatment for the infirmary every day. On duty."

Zhu Shen smiled, didn't expect Zhong Heng to have such a past, and couldn't help being curious: "What do you buy for someone?"

Aunt Fang glanced at him, stopped talking, and just asked, "Do you know why Ah Heng likes to eat steamed eggs when he is sick?"

Zhu Shen shook his head.

"He told me. He was always sick when he was a child, and whenever he got sick, his grandmother made him steamed eggs. If he could eat steamed eggs when he was sick, it would feel like his grandmother was with him." Aunt Fang stood up, "I Go see if it's ready."

After walking two steps, Aunt Fang paused, and said to Zhu Shen in a choked voice, "I don't know if it's because of this, but Ah Heng seldom gets sick."

Zhu Shen's heart was suddenly stabbed by something.

It's not that you rarely get sick, but you don't dare to get sick.

How sad it would be to eat the steamed eggs that I used to make up for when I was sick, and then wake up and never see my grandma again.

Zhong Heng is used to kindness and forbearance, he knows it.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that he could even endure illness.

Looking up, Zhu Shen saw his painting of peach blossoms hanging in a conspicuous place in the middle of the living room, which covered the entire spring of Taoyuan, and it still looked fresh and lively.

That day, he and Zhong Heng went to pick up the painting together, and because Wu Xu said that something happened there, he rushed to country L. After so long, he couldn't care less about arranging the painting, but Zhong Heng hung it in the living room .

Seeing Zhu Shen staring at the painting thoughtfully, Aunt Fang who came with a tray said, "That painting was drawn by Shen Shen, and Ah Heng is so precious. He personally took the painting back, Wipe the picture frame with your own hands and hang it up, we can't even touch it."

If you don't want me to talk about the past, then I won't talk about it.But when it comes to art, where is the past and the present?Aunt Fang thought.

If no one tells Zhu Shen again, maybe one day you two will leave, and those secrets will still be stuffed in your stomach.

Zhu Shen took the tray from Aunt Fang's hand, not knowing what he was thinking, Aunt Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he seemed to have listened.

Ah Heng, it really broke her heart.

Zhu Shen walked into Zhong Heng's room with egg custard. When Zhong Heng saw him, his eyes lit up for a moment.Like a bright pearl in the dark night, emitting a faint light.

Put the tray aside, put Zhong Heng's pillow upright, and helped him up, Zhu Shen handed him the bowl: "Eat."

Zhong Heng didn't move, just looked at the egg custard and licked his lips.

Zhu Shen stared at the spoon handle, and said in a somewhat unnatural tone, "You... want me to... feed you?"

Zhong Heng slightly raised his head and glanced at Zhu Shen, then quickly buried his head down, and whispered, "Hey..."

Zhu Shen was discouraged, but he still couldn't refuse the sick number.

Especially when Zhong Heng, who has always been calm, carefully asks you to feed him, who can refuse?

"Come." Zhu Shen sat on the edge of his bed, scooped up a spoonful of egg custard, blew lightly, and handed it to Zhong Heng's mouth: "Open your mouth."

Zhong Heng pursed his lips and shook his head.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Shen was puzzled.

Zhong Heng whispered, "You eat."

Zhu Shen smiled, and ate the egg custard in the spoon into his mouth. The egg was so tender that it melted in the mouth.

"Not hot." Zhu Shen told him.

"You like..." Zhong Heng looked at Zhu Shen with anticipation in his eyes: "Egg custard..."

"I like it." Zhu Shen took another spoonful and blew, and Zhong Heng ate it contentedly.

Zhu Shen was a little amused, until he finished feeding the egg custard in the bowl to Zhong Heng one bite at a time, and asked him, "What would you do if I said I didn't like it just now?"

"I will..." Zhong Heng was at a loss for words, blinking his eyes slowly, as if thinking seriously.

But after thinking about it, his expression became sad, and with his head down, he said: "It will be sad."

Best wishes.

This is the first time Zhong Heng told him that he would be sad.

Zhong Heng wrapped himself up tightly, airtight, and looked powerful, but people ignored him, so he would be sad too.

Zhu Shen touched his face with a smile, and it was no longer so hot, he said: "Don't be sad, I like it."

Zhong Heng immediately became happy, pursing his lips and smiling.

Seeing that the IV was almost finished, Zhu Shen wanted to take the needle for Zhong Heng, but Zhong Heng shook his head and refused: "There are... more."

Indeed, there is still a shallow layer, which can be ignored.

Zhu Shen had no choice but to be patient and accompany him to count the drips.

One drop, two drops, three drops...

Honestly, two adults—well, one adult plus another adult with a fever like an eight-year-old sitting in bed in the middle of the night watching a drip, it seems like nothing could be more boring.

When I counted to five drops, finally, every drop was exhausted.

There is nothing left.

Looking back at Zhong Heng, his expression seemed to be a bit depressed, like a frost-beaten eggplant, and his whole body became sleepy due to a high fever.

"It's really gone." Zhu Shen pointed to the medicine bottle and said.

Zhong Heng was like a child who couldn't get candy, he said stubbornly: "There are more..."

Zhu Shen asked him patiently: "Why do you want to get a drip?"

Zhong Heng lowered his head and refused to answer no matter how he asked.

"Forget it." Zhu Shen stood up, "I'm leaving."

Zhong Heng hurriedly grabbed the corner of Zhu Shen's clothes: "Don't go."

The pitiful eyes looked like someone's lost cat.

Zhu Shen seemed to understand suddenly, looked at Zhong Heng and asked, "So you...do you want me to go?"

She didn't want him to leave, so she gave him a bite of her beloved egg custard.

He didn't want him to leave, so he stubbornly wanted to finish the last drop of medicine.

Zhong Heng avoided his gaze and did not speak.

"Really?" Even though he asked, Zhu Shen already had an answer in his heart.

He saw Zhong Heng nodded his head slightly, and Zhu Shen sighed from the bottom of his heart.

This person, why does he act like a baby when he has a fever?

I can't stand it.

When he is obviously healthy and healthy, he looks like an ancient well and a deep pool of oil and salt, but when he has a fever, he is clingy and obedient, which is really irresistible.

It is not difficult to understand that people will become very vulnerable when they have a fever and illness. At this time, they always want to grab a life-saving straw.

——It seems that anyone can be caught?Anyone caught can show this side?

Then, has his Bai Yueguang seen this side of him?

Has Cheng Zhanmei seen it too?

snort.Unexpectedly, this person, who is young, looks like he rejects people thousands of miles away, and has a lot of love debts.

Zhu Shen was a little angry at once, but when he looked at Zhong Heng who looked at him pitifully, he couldn't get angry at all.

What about Bai Yueguang?So what about Cheng Zhanmei?It is him who is beside Zhong Heng now.

"I'm not going," he said.

Zhong Heng still looked at him straight, as if doubting.

"I really don't want to go," Zhu Shen sat down again, "I'll help you get the needle."

"then you……"

"Huh?" Zhu Shen carefully tore off the tape that bound the hose with one hand, and gently pinched the infusion tube tightly connected to the needle handle with the other hand.In fact, he didn't have much experience in taking needles. It was because he had been in the hospital too many times. Although he couldn't say he became a doctor after a long illness, pulling out a needle for someone was a piece of cake.

When he was about to pull out the needle, Zhong Heng suddenly asked, "Will you sleep with me?"

Zhu Shen's hand froze, and the needle was pulled out forcefully: "What did you say?"

The blood on his hands couldn't stop flowing, Zhu Shen panicked, and was about to find something to bandage, but Zhong Heng's bleeding hand tightly grabbed Zhu Shen's clothes, not letting him go.

Zhu Shen frowned and held his wrist falsely, and said, "Let go."

Zhong Heng let go gently, as if he still had a bit of nostalgia, and his hand was still in the air.

Zhu Shen hurriedly brought him a cotton swab to press the wound, looked at Zhong Heng again, drooping his head, listless, as if he knew he had done something wrong.

Zhu Shen stretched out his hand to caress his forehead, it was still a little hot, so he couldn't help sighing.

"Where do you sleep?" Zhu Shen asked suddenly.

Zhong Heng was startled, and looked at Zhu Shen in surprise.

Zhu Shen laid his pillow flat, "Just sleep here, don't move around."

Zhong Heng nodded again and again: "Don't move."

Zhu Shen went around to the other side, lifted a corner of the quilt, got on Zhong Heng's bed, and finally confirmed, "Can I sleep well this time?"

Zhong Heng also imitated his appearance and covered Zhu Shen with a quilt.

Zhu Shenxian was laughed out of anger again.

You covered me with a quilt, don't I have to cover you?

Even though he thought so, he didn't stop his mouth. After Zhong Heng covered him with the quilt, he stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of Zhong Heng's quilt tightly.

This seems to be the first time that they share the same bed under the same quilt.

If Zhong Heng hadn't been so confused by the fever and returned to his normal state, Zhu Shen probably wouldn't be so comfortable getting along with him.

Just thinking about it, Zhu Shen couldn't help asking him: "Will you remember?"

Zhong Heng's body was still a little hot, so he leaned closer to Zhu Shen.

All things tend to light, but he tends to deep.

Carefully holding Zhu Shen's hand, he was satisfied.

Even though his mind is so blurred by the fever, he is still rational and self-sufficient, and he is content to be close to Zhu Shen.

Seeing that Zhong Heng didn't move after a while, Zhu Shen thought to himself that this person