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In the cold and stormy night, there is no beauty of a perfect moon and a full moon, but there is a sense of joy and happiness that is better than a full moon. The world outside the small villa is stormy, but the world inside the house is peaceful and peaceful.

Li Xiaobei, who took the mobile phone from the next room, quickly returned to Ye Chun's room, and when he entered, he closed the door behind him.

Li Xiaobei said, "Principal, I'm back."

Ye Chun continued to show his weakness to the fullest, trying to make his voice sound weak, but in fact his throat really hurts a bit.

Ye Chun said, "Well, come up."

Li Xiaobei held the phone in one hand, and supported the edge of the bed with the other to return to the position just now. Ye Chun deliberately lifted the quilt for him, so that Xiaobei could sit back beside him in a second faster without him repeating the action of lifting the quilt.

After re-wrapping, Ye Chun's heart continued to bubble with happiness, feeling the full sense of satisfaction that Xiaobei brought him.

It would be even better if I could kiss again.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

I choked on thinking too much.

Li Xiaobei was opening the photos in the camera function, looking for the content of the composition taken the night before yesterday.

Hearing that the principal was coughing badly, he couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart. Thinking back to what his second brother did when he coughed, he reached out and stroked Ye Chun's back: "Principal, are you feeling better?"

The house is well heated, and Ye Chun was wearing pajamas at home. He was a little weak in illness and he added a thin woolen sweater jacket, but even though there were two layers of clothing, Ye Chun could still feel the softness of his little hand. Slowly stroking up and down his back.

The up and down movements made Ye Chun's heart stumble and fluctuate like a frightened deer, and even breathing became more difficult, and the cough suddenly intensified.

Hearing the principal's coughing became more and more violent, Li Xiaobei became worried, and turned to the bedside table to bring Ye Chun a thermos: "Principal, drink some water."

Although Ye Chun was not thirsty, he also knew the reason for his persistent cough, but he had to drink the water brought by his Xiaobei himself, and the doctor also said that he wanted to get better quickly when he had a cold, so drink more hot water.

After drinking a third of it, Li Xiaobei took the cup and put it back on his accessible bedside table: "Is it better?"

The severe cough prevented Ye Chun from imagining more scenes that filled him with heat. He smiled weakly without any hypocrisy: "It's okay, I'm better. What kind of composition did you say to me just now?"

Li Xiaobei thought that drinking hot water could relieve the principal's cough symptoms, and if the principal coughed again later, he would bring hot water for the principal to drink.

When it comes to composition, what Ye Chun thinks of is still the content of Li Xiaobei's last article, and he is somewhat looking forward to what Xiaobei will write this time.

Li Xiaobei handed the phone to Ye Chun: "The teacher said I couldn't write the travel notes of our autumn trip last time."

When taking Li Xiaobei's phone, Ye Chun deliberately touched his soft white hand, which felt a little cold.

He held Li Xiaobei's hand for a legitimate reason, and stuffed it under the quilt: "Hands are cold, don't freeze them, put them inside to keep them warm."

Li Xiaobei never thought that he would be eaten soft tofu by his favorite principal unconsciously, so he obediently put his hands under the quilt, leaned against Ye Chun, and said, "The principal is so warm."

Every time he wanted Xiaobei to get closer to him, before he could come up with a better excuse, his Xiaobei would automatically and consciously lean towards him, Ye Qing almost turned into a thin arm pasted by sugar melting up, not wanting to be scraped off at all.

Ye Chun followed the trend, stretched out his long hand to embrace Li Xiaobei into his arms, and said, "Isn't it warmer this way?"

Li Xiaobei nodded seriously: "Yes."

Leaning on the headmaster is warm and comfortable. It feels different from leaning on the arms of the elder brothers. It is also warm, but he will be warmer when he is close to the headmaster, and the blood flow in the whole body will also speed up. It turns out that the headmaster still has the ability to accelerate blood flow Popular function, it will be very warm when it is cold near the principal in the future.

Obviously, he wants to eat fresh, tender and smooth tofu, but the tofu is too innocent, and the clear and pure water is Lingling, and the deer in Ye Chun's heart calms down again, and the left hand hugging Li Xiaobei's shoulder also Don't dare to be too presumptuous, smelling the familiar fragrance is enough.

Ye Chun forced himself to calm down and look at his phone: "Let me see what the teacher gave me."

Li Xiaobei nodded in his arms: "Yes."

Ye Chun calmly and carefully read Li Xiaobei's autumn outing composition.

After reading the entire text, Ye Chun did not find a single typo in Li Xiaobei's composition, nor did he find a sentence that was not smooth, and the grammar was extremely appropriate. Not like an essay, more like an academic paper report.

After trying to read every word and sentence, Ye Chun looked at the confused young man in his arms: "If you don't look at it from the perspective of emotional composition, you will definitely get full marks for what you write, and if I do, I will definitely give full marks."

Li Xiaobei scratched his cheek: "Emotion?"

He really can't write virtual emotions. In his eyes, roads are roads, grass is grass, and stones are stones.

The young man looked ignorant about feelings, as if he was struggling with this matter, Ye Chun couldn't help tightening his arms around his shoulders, put the phone on the soft dark blue quilt, flicked his forehead and said: "Don't worry about it, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, if you don't write something, the composition Xiaobei is writing now, ordinary college students can't write it, you are very good." It must be very sweet to want to kiss his tender face.

Throat was stuffy for a while, and Ye Chun coughed again. This time, he really didn't think too much, he coughed because he was really sick.

Li Xiaobei turned around and reached out to bring Ye Chun a thermos cup: "Principal, drink plenty of water, and you will recover sooner."

Being able to touch Xiaobei's smooth and beautiful hands again, Ye Chun gulped down half a glass of water under Li Xiaobei's gaze.

After drinking half of it, Li Xiaobei asked him, "Don't you want to drink more?"

It was not easy to hear his Xiaobei's caring voice, and Ye Chun, who was so fascinated, continued to drink the remaining water in the glass.

Seeing that he had finished drinking the water, Li Xiaobei thought that if he would cough again later, he would not feel uncomfortable if he didn't drink, so he actively lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The boy got out of his arms, Ye Chun felt a void in his arms, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Li Xiaobei said, "I'll go get you some water."

His Xiaobei cares about him so much, Ye Chun feels a little embarrassed, he is really a sensible baby, he really asked him to come over and let him kiss him, hug him for a while, he didn't hug him enough at all!

Ye Chun did not stop Li Xiaobei's kindness, and said: "Okay, put on a coat before going out." He gave Li Xiaobei another coat that he put aside.

To wear the principal's coat, Li Xiaobei put it on without hesitation for a second. It was as wide as pajamas. It can be seen that the principal's figure is still stronger than his. I don't know if I can grow as strong as the principal, but according to the The possibility of his analysis of his own physical fitness is zero.

Li Xiaobei, who was wearing fluffy cotton slippers, ran to the first floor to pour boiling water again.

Coincidentally, Mencius had just finished the task of forming a dungeon, and ran downstairs to the refrigerator to find something to eat and drink.

He looked at Li Xiaobei's oversized pajamas and coat all over his body: "...I don't remember that I don't have clothes like this."

Li Xiaobei held on to the thermos and said, "It's not yours, the principal lent me to wear it."

Mencius Jin said: "Mine suits you better, why don't you ask me."

Li Xiaobei said: "I want to ask, but the principal said you must have no time to look for it while playing games, so he just brought me his, and it won't hurt to wear it all night."

Mencius opened his mouth: "..." But he even put on his coat.

If he hadn't known that Li Xiaobei was pure and introverted, and definitely not a dishonest classmate, he would have gone in an impure direction long ago.

He was indeed playing games, and what his uncle said seemed to be fine, but if Li Xiaobei came to ask, he would definitely bring him a suitable set of pajamas.

Forget it, let it be his uncle thinking of him.

The two poured water and went upstairs together. When they parted at the stairs, Meng Zijin suddenly remembered the glass of water Li Xiaobei was holding.

It doesn't seem to be what he used tonight, but it looks like the thermos used by his uncle.

His uncle is sick, Li Xiaobei should just help pour water, his thoughts are too complicated, he should fight.

It's better to go back and play games, or find a few other classmates to spend the night together, his uncle must be sick and have no time to talk to him.

After Mencius returned to his room, he locked the door on purpose.

Li Xiaobei, who simply wanted to get a glass of water, didn't know what was going on in his roommate's mind.

When he returned to the room, he didn't see Ye Chun leaning on the bed, he only heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and Ye Chun came out after a while, the water he drank was a little too much, but now it turned into the desire to urinate.

Much more comfortable now.

After pouring the water back, Li Xiaobei watched Ye Chun helplessly as he returned to the bed and lay down.

It's not the time for him to go to bed, and he doesn't feel sleepy now. He wants to talk to the principal more, and doesn't want to go back to bed so soon.

Seeing him standing still, Ye Chun asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Xiaobei shook his head and climbed back to the bed skillfully, and took the initiative to put Ye Chun's hand on his shoulder behind him. This posture is more comfortable, he can be closer to the principal, and the smell of the principal is very good, very fragrant .

Ye Chun: "..." His Xiaobei is really too proactive, if only he could respond to his own feelings.

But Ye Chun, who can only watch but can't eat, is satisfied and at the same time very melancholy. He hugged him, but he still wants to kiss again.

During the long night, Ye Chun asked Li Xiaobei: "Do you want to watch a movie? I happen to have one I want to watch."

Some time ago, his fifth brother just made a movie called "Father", and he hasn't had time to watch it yet.

Li Xiaobei nodded and said, "Yes."

The movie tells how a single father living in the city raises his children. In the eyes of the children, the father in the story is a strong, resolute, forbearing, sunny and positive image.However, in places unknown to the child, his father has to be busy with work, has to deal with various customers at work, may be scolded by the leader if he does something wrong, may be tripped by a colleague due to carelessness, and may Facing the fate of being eliminated by the company.

The first half of the movie is a bit gray, as if he couldn’t see the light. Of course, the unemployed father dared not tell his children his real situation, but he passed his life experience to his children through a short story.

In the face of adversity, the father meets his high school friend who is also middle-aged and unemployed.

The two met each other so late that they thought it was better to open a restaurant and start their own business.

The movie is a comedy, and the characters appearing in the story all have a happy ending.

One of Li Xiaobei's favorite scenes is that the protagonist is walking in the mud with his feverish and sick son on his back. Even if he falls down and his knees are worn out and bleeding, he has to keep going, because if he doesn't continue walking, his son may burn into a fool , or possibly leave him forever.

When the movie finished playing, Li Xiaobei also slept soundly in Ye Chun's arms.

Half an hour had passed since his usual sleep time, and he had been yawning for a long time, but in order to be able to watch a movie with the principal, he insisted on not daring to sleep.

Li Xiaobei was watching a movie, and Ye Chun was watching him, seeing him dozing off and yawning, couldn't bear him to hold on, and wanted to tell him to sleep, but seeing his yawning appearance was so funny, evil-hearted Ye Chun had no choice but to hug him tightly and let him lean against her.

Leaning on, Li Xiaobei fell asleep.

Looking at Li Xiaobei who was sleeping soundly in her arms, Ye Chun kissed his forehead, not daring to kiss his attractive lips like last time, because she was still a patient after all.

This is his baby Xiaobei.

But what should he do.