I don't want to play anymore

Apart from allergic rhinitis, Cheng Yang is usually in good physical condition, and he rarely catches a cold once or twice a year. Unexpectedly, this time in the hot weather, he not only caught a cold, but also had a fever. Went to the hospital this night after the night show.

"Doctor, let's get an infusion, and get better soon." Cheng Yang not only had a nasal voice, but even his voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes exposed outside the mask looked dull.

"A cold has a process. Even if it is an infusion, it is impossible for the symptoms to disappear completely after the infusion today." The doctor on duty at night is a middle-aged woman, wearing thin glasses, and her tone is a little helpless when she speaks , She looked down at Cheng Yang's medical record, and turned the lens upwards, "I'm only 19 years old, one year younger than my son. You young people now feel that you are young and in good health. Notice……"

While she was filling out the medical record, Zhang Ye found that Cheng Yang did not show the slightest disgust or impatient expression, but looked at the doctor seriously. You can see the well-behaved appearance.

It suddenly occurred to him that Cheng Yang said that his mother had depression and took him to the beach...

Cheng Yang looks like this, he must be missing his mother, right?

Zhang Ye subconsciously shook the phone in his pocket. On the way to the hospital just now, he refreshed his circle of friends and liked his mother's updated landscape photos.Although his mother's behavior over the years seems unreliable in the eyes of others, he knows that his mother still loves him very much.But Cheng Yang's situation is different from his. I don't know how his relationship with his mother is now after that incident.

The doctor's aunt didn't chatter for too long. After prescribing the medicine, she explained a few doctor's orders, told them where to get the medicine and where to hang the needle, and then pushed the list and the medical record over.

Zhang Ye reached out to take it, thanked the doctor, and walked ahead to open the door for Cheng Yang.

This hospital near the film and television city is not big, there are not many patients at night, and there are not many doctors and nurses on duty. The corridor is very quiet, and the wind blows in through the window at the end of the corridor. Cheng Yang feels cold because of his fever. Not far from the infusion room, just a few steps away.

Because there were many empty wards, the nurse saw that he was very uncomfortable. After the needle was stuck, he kindly opened a private room for him to hang water in it, and said that if he wanted to sleep, he could use the quilt in the bed.

Cheng Yang thanked the nurse, and after Zhang Ye hung up the medicine bag on the bedside shelf, he lay down on the bed.

"Do you want a quilt?" Zhang Ye stood with the backlight, bent down to test the temperature of Cheng Yang's forehead, and it was still very hot.

"Ah."

Zhang Ye took out a quilt from the cabinet, shook it off and put it on Cheng Yang: "Is it still cold without the air conditioner?"

Cheng Yang nodded.

Xiao Zhang came back after taking the medicine for oral administration, and saw Zhang Ye was bending over to tuck the quilt for Cheng Yang, he hesitated for a moment, Qiqi Ai Ai said: "Mr. have a rest."

"Have you brought all the medicine?" Zhang Ye looked back at him.

"Well, it's all here." Xiao Zhang said.

Zhang Ye reached out and took the medicine bag: "Just now the nurse said that there is a disposable cup at the service desk, you can get some hot water and let him take the antipyretic medicine first."

"En." Xiao Zhang turned around and left the ward again.

Zhang Ye took out the antipyretics, and put the rest on the bedside table: "Are you saying that you shy away from medicine?"

"No," Cheng Yang's voice was hoarse, "I took medicine, I didn't expect it to be so serious."

Zhang Ye pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed: "You used to deal with illness like this?"

"I didn't get sick very much before." Cheng Yang said.

Zhang Ye looked up at the infusion tube, and said, "Take anti-allergic medicine as beans, do you think I will believe you?"

Cheng Yang stared at him, and said a little depressed: "Xiao Zhang is right, it's late, you'd better go back and rest."

Just as Zhang Ye was about to reply, the phone in his pocket rang. He took it out to have a look, and pressed the answer button.

"Boss, I bought you the local chicken soup you asked for. The free-range chicken from the farm is killed and stewed now. No messy seasonings are added. My saliva is about to come out when I smell it. Haven't you called off work yet? Call it off Hurry up and drink it, it won't be so delicious when it's cold." Zhao Duoduo's voice was very loud, even through the earpiece, Zhang Ye took the phone away from his ear a little.

"Give me a room." Zhang Ye said.

"Boss, how long will you be at the hotel? I saw the director's car is back." Zhao Duoduo asked again.

"You go to bed first, I'll leave you a bowl." Zhang Ye hung up the phone after finishing speaking, regardless of Zhao Duoduo who was blocked by his last sentence and had a heart attack on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Duoduo is almost jumping, the world is a lesson, I am missing that bowl of chicken soup, I am worried about you.

"I didn't see a lot in the afternoon, so I went to buy chicken soup, you really know how to eat it." Cheng Yang thought of Zhang Ye's young master's style, and joked casually.

"I heard that if you have a cold, drinking chicken soup will heal faster, but you have a fever now, so I don't know if you can still drink it." Zhang Ye looked at him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and teased him back in a nonchalant way.

Cheng Yang glanced at him, lowered his eyelids, and his voice sounded even more depressed: "You can really go back and rest."

"I'm really not sleepy," Zhang Ye looked up at the soft bag containing the medicine, and said with a smile, "I've drank too much tea, and I'm very energetic right now."

In the past two days, Zhang Ye always talked about tea intentionally or unintentionally, and Cheng Yang knew what he meant.

At this moment, he felt uncomfortable all over, and his throat was sore, as if he had returned to those moments when he was particularly helpless. The psychological defense line gradually collapsed, and the weakness enveloped him like weakness. The last sense and strength were also brought by the high fever. The soreness disappeared, so he suddenly wanted to speak clearly.

"I think you should think about it again?"

"What?" He suddenly said a sentence without beginning or end, Zhang Ye couldn't keep up with his train of thought.

"Don't you always say that I drink your tea? I'm afraid that if you make a hasty decision, you will regret it later." Cheng Yang looked into his eyes and said.

Zhang Ye's heart seemed to be gripped by something. It took a few seconds for him to let go of the breath, and his voice was instantly gentle and outrageous: "I don't think I'm sloppy, on the contrary, I'm sure, if you're afraid I'm not sure , I can wait until you feel at ease."

Cheng Yang originally wanted to say, if I was worried all the time, but he was not willing to tease Zhang Ye any more and make Zhang Ye anxious.Smiling lightly, he turned his face away on the pillow with some embarrassment: "Then let's wait until the show is finished."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhang Ye pulled down his mask, and suddenly moved a little closer: "But before that, can I..."

His gaze fell on Cheng Yang's lips very bluntly. It's not that Cheng Yang didn't understand, but he still had reason, and interrupted the chapter: "When I get better from the cold, don't infect it to you. Hurry up." Put on your mask."

Zhang Ye was obedient, even though he didn't like it, he pulled the mask straight and put it back on. He stared at Cheng Yang for a few seconds, then leaned down again, and pressed a kiss on Cheng Yang's lips through two layers of masks .

I don't know what the touch will be like when it is actually attached, but just like that, it is already very soft, so soft that it is like a dream, making people want to sink in and not separate.

It's just that before Zhang Ye could linger for any longer, there was a sound of opening the door behind him, maybe it was a nurse, maybe it was Xiao Zhang, but what did it matter?Then he felt Cheng Yang push his chest, and Zhang Ye reluctantly sat back on the side of the bed. Turning around, he saw Xiao Zhang appeared at the door panting with a paper cup.

"The water is too hot, you have to wait a while before you can drink it." Xiao Zhang's voice trembled a little at the end of his speech, as if he was frightened.

Zhang Ye glanced at his face and took the cup: "Go back and rest first, I'll be here at night, I'll change you tomorrow."

Xiao Zhang was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the bed, seeing that Cheng Yang didn't object, he complied nonchalantly, and left the ward.

When the door of the ward was closed again, Zhang Ye went to pull up the curtains inside, and then took the water brought back by Xiao Zhang and gently blown it. After blowing for a while to test the temperature, he let Cheng Yang drank the antipyretics.

After drinking the medicine, Cheng Yang lay back on the bed again, picked up his phone and checked the time, it was already 01:30 in the morning, so he pointed to the inside of the ward: "There is still a bed over there, you can lie down for a while when you are tired."

"You know, I didn't sleep well the night before yesterday, and I was looking for a bed in my dreams all night." Zhang Ye suddenly complained.

"Is the sofa that uncomfortable?" Cheng Yang looked at him helplessly. He had always known that the person in front of him was Jingui.

"Of course, it's the first time I've slept on the sofa in such a big age." Zhang Ye said.

"It sounds really wronged." Cheng Yang said.

"So I'm going to bed now." Zhang Ye said.

"Sleep," Cheng Yang said, "Didn't I just tell you to sleep on the empty bed over there, and didn't let you sleep here on your stomach."

"I want to sleep with you." Zhang Ye looked at him and said.

Cheng Yang was speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, he asked with a smile, "This bed is at most 1.2 meters wide, how can it fit?"

"If you don't try, how will you know you won't be able to squeeze in?" Zhang Ye said with a smile, he stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed, took off his shoes, and got on the bed quickly.

Although Cheng Yang said that two people would be crowded when sleeping together, people really came up, and he was afraid that the space on the Zhangye side would be uncomfortable, so he immediately moved to this side.

Zhang Ye hurriedly stretched out his hand to protect him, and muttered, "Be careful not to fall, don't touch the needle in your hand, put your hand up, if the needle runs out, you have to re-insert it, and you will trouble the nurse." Then He logically maintained the posture of embracing Cheng Yang's waist sideways, "I said I can squeeze it out?"

"Yes, you are right." Cheng Yang muttered in a low voice.

The room was filled with the smell of disinfectant, but due to the close proximity of the two of them, Zhang Ye could smell the smell of detergent or shampoo on Cheng Yang's body, the side of his face was warm and slightly short of breath, his knees With two layers of cloth against his knees, the waist under the palms was scorching hot, even if there were any thoughts, the palms were burned, thinking that Cheng Yang was still very uncomfortable, Zhang Ye suppressed those thoughts, it was just time After a long time, fingers involuntarily poked in from the hem of his T-shirt, rested on his waist, and rubbed gently, but it was limited to this.