your name is so tricky

He thought that the person in front of him would rush up and hug him tightly, but Mr. Ao stopped two steps away from him.Looking at it this way, it was indeed the face he thought about day and night.There are thousands of waves in my heart that are rolling wantonly, hitting the flesh and blood inside the ribs one after another, and there is a little pain in the trembling of joy.Thousands of words are pressed in the throat, and every sentence is scrambling to break out.However, the sentence that was said calmly in the end was nothing more than ordinary.Hao Fang panted lightly and said, "Why are you here?"

The guide who led the way, after delivering the person safely, went back alone with a flashlight.Mr. Ao thanked him, and took out a hundred-yuan bill from his wallet and wanted to hand it to him, but the other party refused to accept it, waved his hand and smiled, and left.Mr. Ao resignedly stuffed the money back, and turned around to see that Hao Fang was only wearing an undershirt.

Mr. Ao put the coat that he took off due to the heat just now on Hao Fang's body, raised his hand and rubbed his head again, maybe the newly grown hair had not been shaved in time, but it was soft to the touch when he touched it, he said : "How can I run out wearing such a little, and I'm not afraid of freezing."

"I heard your voice, so I ran out in a hurry." Hao Fang smiled. The wind that bypassed the mountains and forests and crossed the mountains in the distance has arrived at this cold and lonely mountain village exhausted. At this moment, the wind is stretching out That cool hand slowly brushed across his face.

In the house, the old grandma and his grandson were already fast asleep. At this hour, even the sound of gongs and drums would not wake them up from their dreams.But Hao Fang and the two entered the house lightly. The rope to pull the light bulb was next to the door. They groped the wall a few times with their hands. The light bulb turned on, and their hands were covered with dust.

If it was normal, with Mr. Ao's tongue, he would definitely say whether this house is a relic protected by archaeology.The furnishings inside and the materials of the building are incompatible with the 21st century in his eyes.However, the person living in this house is Hao Fang, no matter what reason he came here for, it should never be.Mr. Ao said: "This house seems to be better than the poverty-stricken mountainous areas shown on TV. I thought you lived in a thatched hut."

"I didn't expect you to come. If you had told me in advance, you would definitely not have been allowed to come here. There is a lack of water here. Look at me, I'm disheveled, and the clothes on my body have been worn for almost ten days. It looks like I really don’t want you to see it.” Taking the backpack from Mr. Ao’s body, he didn’t know where to put it for a while, and the only table in the room was also covered with dust, so he found a cloth and wiped it. Just put the backpack on it.

Mr. Ao walked over and hugged him from behind. He hadn't changed his clothes or bathed for ten days. He still smelled of him, even if he was sour and stinky, he still smelled of him.The skin on Hao Fang's neck was very smooth, and he put his face on it as if on a piece of smooth silk, with a cool feeling, and he couldn't help but want to rub it a few times.Feeling that the temperature on his neck was abnormal, he raised his hand and touched the back of the neck of the person behind him. This temperature is not a fever, but it could be something else.

Just now I was only interested in surprise, and completely ignored Mr. Ao's slightly nasal voice.Did he just come here with a fever, or did he get sick during the long journey, but no matter what it was, the mountain road for half a day was not easy to walk.He turned around with his hands around his waist, Mr. Ao's head was slightly lowered, his eyes were closed, he hugged Hao Fang like a tree, and leaned his whole body.Then, he said in a mosquito-like voice, "Xiao Fang, I feel so bad."

Hao Fang half hugged and half supported him and put him on the bed. After covering him with the quilt, he touched his forehead. The temperature was higher than the back of his neck.It takes at least four hours to walk from the hospital in the village, not to mention that it is already midnight, and Mr. Ao will definitely not be able to get there even in his condition.He was still in high spirits just now, why did he fade away now?

There is a local doctor in the village. Everyone calls him Master Qiao. Usually, people nearby who have a cold will go to him.He couldn't care so much at the moment, Hao Fang went out again with his clothes on.

The knock on the door in the middle of the night caused the dog to bark again. After being woken up, the people in the room hurriedly asked who it was. Hao Fang responded with a loud voice, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to hear and understand.Fortunately, the door opened after a while, and Master Qiao saw Hao Fang's anxious expression. He was afraid that he was seriously ill, so he hurriedly followed, without even bothering to close the door.

While checking the symptoms, Master Qiao listened to the people beside him talk about his relationship with the patient and why Mr. Ao appeared at this time.In this small mountain village, few new faces are seen every year, but as long as they come here, everyone will entertain them warmly and generously, let alone the teachers who come here to support education.Hao Fang said that Mr. Ao was his cousin who happened to be in the city on a business trip, so he stopped by to see him.

He took his pulse again, and Master Qiao's face became more and more relaxed. He said, "It's just that you have a cold. Last time you caught a cold, there should be some left of the Analgin I gave you. You can give him a piece first. Now go home and make a bowl of soup for him, cover him up at night, and try to sweat as much as possible, I guarantee that he will be alive and kicking tomorrow." Master Qiao walked away with his back bowed after finishing speaking.

I brought medicine to Mr. Ao, and he swallowed it with water without saying a word. After lying down, his eyes closed and opened for a while, as if he was sleepy and reluctant to sleep.The hot air rushed to his face, making his whole cheeks red, and his eyes were red like a rabbit.Mr. Ao said: "Last night, I was wandering around, and I didn't know why I turned to the place where we set off the fireworks last time. Although I miss you every day, I should miss you most at that time. Your I couldn't get through the phone, and I couldn't reach you. I wanted to hear your voice, but there was nothing I could do. So I jumped into the river. The water in the river was quite cold. After a while, I couldn't stand it anymore and got up. "Speaking of this, Mr. Ao slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, as if smiling.His voice was low and a little choppy.

He went on to say: "I had a fever in the morning, but when I thought about coming to you, I couldn't take care of it. I slept all the way, and I didn't feel anything. It's just that the mountain road is too long. I kept asking the uncle who led me when he could come." Now, he kept saying that it was getting faster, but I felt that I had been walking for a long time, and I was almost unable to walk, but when I saw you, I felt less tired. Maybe it was just that effort that took all my strength It's over, I can't hold it anymore once I get inside the house, alas, I didn't want you to worry..." Mr. Ao closed his eyes again, and he didn't open them again for a long time, like the one he said just now. The passage tired him out.

Not long after, Master Qiao came in with a bowl. The soup was steaming, it should have just been boiled.Master Qiao handed the bowl to Hao Fang and stood beside him, urging him to drink it while it was hot.Mr. Ao sat up again, and couldn't help frowning when he saw the burnt soup.Hao Fang told Master Qiao to go back to bed first, it was already so late, and he might not be able to get up tomorrow.Master Qiao yawned, repeated what he had just explained, and then walked home slowly.

Like a kitten licking its food, Mr. Ao only took a sip, then immediately turned his face away.I don't know what ingredients this soup is made of, but it's bitter and spicy, and I'm afraid that any flavor will be overshadowed by it.Seeing him like this, Hao Fang knew that the medicine must be bad.

"Drink him soon, how old is he, and I'm still afraid of taking medicine." Reaching out his hand and breaking his head, Mr. Ao's face was full of sorrow: "This medicine is too bitter, and I will spit it out again after drinking it. I haven't eaten all day, and it's not good to drink medicine on an empty stomach, don't you think?" After speaking, he blinked again.

"Don't scare me. It's more effective to drink this traditional Chinese medicine on an empty stomach. The old man was woken up by us in the middle of the night and boiled the medicine himself. You can't do him any favors if you don't drink it." Nai He persuaded him earnestly, but Mr. Ao just didn't buy it.The old saying makes sense, the sickest person is the biggest, and you can't be angry with him, let alone blame him.Seeing that the soup was going to be cold, and the medicine would have no effect if it was cold, Hao Fang became anxious, and his voice became louder: "What on earth are you willing to drink?"

Knowing that he would not be angry at such a time, grasping this, Mr. Ao became more and more stubborn.He responded to Hao Fang with silence, keeping his mouth tightly shut, as if to announce that the bowl of medicine cannot enter his mouth.Ordinarily, Mr. Ao would definitely not be so capricious, but this feverish person is always somewhat confused, as if he was drunk.

Shaking his head, Hao Fang sighed softly: "I really can't do anything about you." After finishing speaking, he picked up the bowl and put a mouthful into his mouth. He didn't swallow it, but just frowned and closed his mouth tightly Look at Mr. Ao.Mr. Ao was taken aback, and of course he couldn't guess what Hao Fang was trying to do. In a daze, he saw Hao Fang's face leaning towards him, his lips soaked in soup were tightly closed, and he was slowly pressing against his mouth. touched his lips.Then the warm soup flowed into his mouth, and the medicine flowed through Hao Fang's mouth, as if he had lost the original bitterness, he swallowed it all with his eyes open.

"Look, I drank all of this." Hao Fang smiled, and then took another sip to his mouth.

Now, before he could put his face close, Mr. Ao leaned forward and took all the medicine from the other party's mouth.With raging fire-like excitement in his eyes, the fever on his body seemed to be pushed aside in an instant, and the real Ao Ao finally came out again at this moment.

In this way, one mouthful, two mouthfuls and three mouthfuls, a bowl of decoction soon bottomed out.Afterwards, the aftertaste in Hao Fang's mouth proved that the medicine was indeed very bitter, but Mr. Ao seemed to be a little bit unsatisfied, and felt that the medicine had been boiled less.

After putting down the bowl, he turned off the light, and the room became dark again in an instant.After groping to get to the bed, Mr. Ao had already emptied half of the bed beside him, and the quilt was still warmed by his feverish body.Mr. Ao seldom goes to bed without taking a shower, but right now he is feeling weak and sleepy, so he doesn't have the extra thought to pay attention to those things.

It's like going back to the time during the Spring Festival, when I sleep with my arms around the person next to me every night.Later, Hao Fang left and suffered from insomnia for several nights.Some people say that it takes 21 days to form a habit. It took Mr. Ao a week to form the habit of sleeping next to Hao Fang, but it took two months to get used to him not being by his side.I can't control the climate difference between the north and the south, I can't control whether the environment is good or bad, I can't control whether the bed is big or small, and I can't control the dust falling from the walls.The place where Hao put it is also his place.

As soon as his hand touched the opponent's waist, Mr. Ao's closed eyes were really closed.The even breathing is mixed with the hot and humid breath, and they face each other without hesitation.Hao put it in the silent night, picked up a paintbrush in his mind, and carved his outline and his expression when he was asleep, and engraved it on the core of his brain.So as long as you close your eyes, it's all him.