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Consciousness is awakened by the warm aroma of food.

The quilt on Gai's body was warm and light, and the bed was as soft as cotton wool. Zhao Wenle suspected that he was dead, but now he was in heaven, his soul was trapped in the clouds, and he felt relaxed and peaceful like never before.

Until Wei Liang's fingers touched his forehead, and the rich aroma of porridge was close at hand, Zhao Wenle opened his eyes reluctantly, and the glare of the incandescent lamp flooded into his eyes, pulling him into the exhausted and helpless reality.

"Are you hungry?" The man's elegant outline gradually became clear, his tone was indifferent, and the calm and connivance in his eyes never changed.Zhao Wenle suddenly felt that the man came for him across time and space, hiding in the air day after day and looking down, watching him grow, watching him cry, watching him fall, and pulling him back to the world at the most desperate moment .

This inexplicable cognition made him fascinated.

After a long time, Zhao Wenle stood up and asked, "What time is it?" His voice was hoarse, and his throat hurt, probably due to inflammation.

"Seven o'clock in the evening, still early."

"Grass!"Zhao Wenle turned over and got out of bed without saying a word, the floor was empty, "Where are my shoes?!"

"Grandma already knows that you have a fever and passed out, and you are hospitalized now, please ask me to take care of you."

"You said that?" Zhao Wenle looked up in astonishment.

The man nodded, silently scooped up the hot porridge, blew it, and handed it over.

Zhao Wenle subconsciously opened his mouth, the rich and soft taste brought him back to his senses, and then he fell into a bigger vortex.

He didn't know why he didn't doubt men, why he felt dependent and reassured.It may be that the man's expression was too calm when he fell down, but the man's eyes were still indulgent when he woke up.Perhaps, no one has ever been like a man, spoon by spoonful, blowing cold and delivering it to his mouth.

When the bowl of porridge bottomed out, he just woke up from a dream and thanked him.

Being pressed into the quilt again, Zhao Wenle was a little shy when the skirt was pulled open, but he didn't reject it. He watched the man grope around his shoulders and arms, and stuffed the thermometer under his arm.

"Clamped."

"Hmm." Zhao Wenle's arm muscles shrank.

"Relax." He stroked the boy's head.

The boy relaxed slightly.

The man laughed out loud, "You are so good." The scene where everything is in full bloom with his brows stretched.

The young man was bewildered.

The sound of knocking on the courtyard door came from a distance across the night sky. The man tucked in the quilt for him before slowly opening the door.

As the man's back was blocked by the bedroom door, Zhao Wenle turned his eyes and looked at the room in front of him.The brown-yellow wooden wardrobe, bookcase, curtains, and floor are all in one color, and they look bright and comfortable under the bright light. Green vines meander out of nowhere, climbing and circling around the corner, and the delicate green flowers in the elegant white porcelain vase on the bookcase Lazy and ready to open, he weighed the quilt, silky and soft, as if the room was carefully created for spring.

Awesome, it's only been a few days, the broken earth house has turned into a small castle, and the temperature is still controlled!

trench!

The "squeak" sound when the heavy courtyard door was pulled, the footsteps in the courtyard were noisy, and the noise got closer and stopped in the living room. Zhao Wenle could tell it was Brother Hu.

Strangely there was no uneasiness.

Some people walked back and forth, some people turned the doorknob, but failed to push it open, the man was calm outside the door, "Bedroom, my wife is sleeping."

Wife?

are you crazy.

The doorknob was turned more frequently, and was suppressed again. Someone was cursing, and after a few loud noises, they were silent, and finally left in a panic.

After a while, the man opened the door and came in, holding a water glass and medicine.

Zhao Wenle stared at the persistent smile on the man's mouth, with a sincere and tinge of excitement, "Brother Song, are you very skilled?" Can you go up the wall and ditch, and catch him, and you just drove him away?He remembered that Brother Hu could pick ten out of ten.

"It's okay." Pull out the juvenile's axillary thermometer, put it at eye level, and turn it carefully.

Those who said it was okay were all masters, Zhao Wenle's eyes lit up, "Are you accepting apprentices?!"

"No."

"Don't! Take me flying, master!"

"Took the medicine."

Zhao Wenle picked up the small black pill and threw it straight into his mouth, took the water and gulped it clean, staring at Song Li with sparkling eyes.

"I don't like you doing bad things." The man looked back seriously.

The young man's face darkened, and he turned his head to ignore him.

Okay, I understand, in the final analysis, I just dislike it, I just look down on it.That's right, what good deed did you do, Zhao Wenle, lying or robbing?He is not a brain-damaged man, let alone your father, who kindly picked you up and fed you porridge and medicine, so don't push your nose on your face.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Wenle couldn't stay any longer and felt uncomfortable.Picking up the pillow coat and putting it on his body, he didn't know what he was trying to do, anyway, he was unhappy when he heard the man say "I don't like it".

The clothes and pants are all put on, and I glanced out of the corner of my eye, the man's posture did not change a single bit.

Zhao Wenle jumped on the ground and began to look for shoes. After looking around the house, there were none. He was going to open the door to go outside, but he was stopped when he put his hand on the doorknob.

"Wait."

Zhao Wenle held his breath, thinking that no matter what the man said, he would leave.

The man passed him with a water glass, opened the door and closed it very quickly, a small amount of coolness leaked in, Zhao Wenle shivered.

The man put the shoes at his feet, and remained silent until he left.

The door closed behind him, and Zhao Wenle stepped into the bitter cold wind with his sleeves covered and his head shrunk. In his mind, the expression of horror and hatred of others and the man's serious eyes kept alternating. Of course he knew where he was wrong. Indifference and hurt.

Zhao Wenle pulled up his skirt vigorously to cover half of his face, and finally couldn't hold back his uncomfortable expression.

The door behind him opened again, and the man ran over to hold his shoulders, lifted his head, and wrapped the fluffy thing around his neck, "I'm already short, if I keep my head down, I won't grow taller. "

Zhao Wenle suddenly thought of the lush greenery under the meticulous care of the room, and his nose was sour with envy.

The world embraced by the sun is bright and bright, and even the wind has begun to be gentle and considerate.

The woman in an expensive trench coat and short skirt looked strangely at the young man rushing up to her with a troubled face. The young man had handsome eyebrows, his eyes dodged, his face was flushed, and he hesitated, "Sister, you, your lipstick fell off."

The woman's eyes flashed, she lowered her head along the boy's finger, and said with a smile, "Little brother, this is not my sister's lipstick, but thank you anyway, come on, it's the Chinese New Year, I'll give you a red envelope~" The woman casually placed the lipstick on the mahjong table Pulling out a piece of the money he won, he stuffed it into the young man's pocket, pinched his cheek lightly, and said happily, "Happy New Year, I wish you a healthy growth." He walked away.

Zhao Wenle opened his mouth stupidly and looked at Grandpa Mao, who was shining red in his hand, and was stunned in shame.

This is his third interception today, none of which was successful.

Every time something came up, Song Li's "don't like it" bound him like Tang Seng's magic spell, even if he secretly decided not to leave no room for it like before and only take part of it, but no, he couldn't even make a move.

Zhao Wenle even started to feel annoyed, if only he didn't know Song Li... But touching the scarf around his neck, he was at a loss again.

Zhao Wenle walked back dejectedly. The weather is good today, so I should go back early to let my grandma bask in the sun. The doctor said it can prevent osteoporosis.

Before he got home, Zhao Wenle's heart beat faster when he heard the familiar laughter in the courtyard.

Pushing open the gate of the courtyard, the old man was sitting in a wheelchair in a small open space, his face was full of kindness and joy, and the young man sitting opposite the old man was also focused and talking with a gentle smile, with a very beautiful profile.

The sun is overflowing, squeezing away all the gloom and confusion.

Zhao Wenle was moved by this scene for a long time and fell into it deeply.

"Lele~~Lele!" The old man raised his voice.

"Ah? Grandma, Brother Song." After returning to his soul, Zhao Wenle quickly approached, glanced at the man, and squatted down in front of the old man, innocently and happily, "Grandma~ what are you talking about? You are so happy, it makes me happy too! "

The old man touched the boy's forehead lovingly, "Hey, little clever ghost, it really has something to do with you!"

"What's the matter?" The young man listened attentively with a smile.

"Your Brother Song has opened a bookstore and wants to ask you for help."

Zhao Wenle was taken aback, and picked his ears, "What?"

The man stated, "The bookstore is open from 05:30 am to [-]:[-] pm, with a two-hour break at noon. At least four people are required to be in charge of borrowing books, selling books, guarding, and sweeping the floor. I can't find a suitable person. Please feel wronged. Do the work with me, and the wages of the four of us will be shared between the two of us."

"..." Zhao Wenle.

"Lele, grandma knows that your previous boss was very good, but Xiao Song was also a good boy and helped our family a lot. We didn't pay back the money you paid for the hospital the day before yesterday!" The old man advised his grandson, listening to Xiao Song Said that the grandson had misunderstood him, and he was afraid that he would not be willing, so how can he do it, he must repay his kindness, if it weren't for Xiao Song, he would have suffered something if he fainted outside Lele.Thinking of the sadness coming from it, her eyes were red, "Hey, it's all because of me, this old woman is useless! It will only drag Lele..."

"Grandma, what are you talking about? I agree!" Zhao Wenle hurriedly stroked the old man's back and stared fiercely aside.It's all you!

Song Li's innocent eyes looked exactly the same as Zhao Wenle's before.

Zhao Wenle felt a chill.

The corner of Song Li's lips twitched, "Then, start working tomorrow?"

"Is it a few days later? My previous job needs to be replaced by someone..." Zhao Wenle looked embarrassed, and he couldn't just leave.

"no problem."

The old man smiled, "Okay, Xiao Song, my family Lele can do a lot, but you can do it with all your strength, so don't be polite."

"Oh... good grandma."

Looking at the curvature of the man's mouth, Zhao Wenle was inexplicably horrified.

As the night falls, the wind cools down.

After dinner, Song Liti took Zhao Wenle out to relax, but Zhao Wenle was urged by the old man to go out dissatisfied, without saying a word.

"Little ghost, did you do something bad again today?"

It was a little cold, Zhao Wenle shrank his neck, his voice was trapped in the skirt of his clothes, and muffled, "No." He did it, but it didn't work.

The person leading the way stopped suddenly, and Zhao Wenle looked along the direction in confusion. The path ahead was quiet and gloomy in the dark, and the cliff on the left was bottomless in the night. It was the big pit that he fell into.

A chill ran up Zhao Wenle's back, and he turned and ran.

The slender arms threw him into the air with irresistible force.

Zhao Wenle clearly felt the despair.

After slowly falling into the bottom of the pit, Zhao Wenle's legs felt weak, and he realized that he was unscathed.

Before he had time to think about this strange phenomenon, Zhao Wenle burst out with fear, sadness and anger, "Why?!"

"Because you... forget the pain when the scar is healed. Have you ever thought about how grandma will be if something happens?"

The man's voice became colder and thinner in the cold wind, "Or do you think you won't die?"

"If you think about it, climb up."

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