Daylight past

Love is beautiful and joyful, little squirrel Wen Nian drags the seeds of love, planning to go back to the tree hole to spend the winter with love.

In mid-November, there was light snow and the weather turned cooler, but it was still summer in the movie. Wen Nian was wearing a thin shirt. Every time after a scene was filmed, Gu Yiming would go up and put a coat on him, and hand him some warm water. water.

But even though he took care of it carefully, Wen Nian still caught a cold as it warmed up from cold to cold.

Xiang Li bought him cold medicine, Wen Nian continued to film after taking it, and there was a scene in the rainy day at night.

It was the cold rain in November, Wen Nian was drenched in it, he was so cold that he couldn't recite his lines, he got stuck several times, and finally passed, he was almost frozen stupid.

After the play, Gu Yiming and Xiang Li went over immediately, Xiang Li took a big blanket to wrap him up, Gu Yiming unscrewed the thermos bottle to let him drink some hot water, Wen Nian was shivering, went indoors and changed his clothes When he came out, his lips were bloodless and his face was pale. Xiang Li covered the scarf for him, Wen Nian sniffed and sneezed.

Gu Yiming was driving, Wen Nian came home, and Xiang Li told him to take a good rest, Wen Nian said "hmm", and after Xiang Li and the others left, he lay down under the blanket and called Lin Suiwen.

The phone rang three times, and Lin Suiwen's voice came from there, with a sleepy tone. Wen Nian was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that Lin Suiwen had told him before that he was on a business trip abroad during this period.

"Xiao Nian..."

Lin Sui called steadily, but didn't hear Wen Nian's voice, paused again, and said softly, "Xiao Nian, what's wrong?"

He waited for Wen Nian to speak, but heard rustling on the other side, breathing slowly, Wen Nian said in a thin voice, "Mr. Lin, I miss you."

The soft voice was like sunlight in March, pouring into Lin Suiwen's heart.

Lin Suiwen breathed slowly, and said softly, "I'll be back the day after tomorrow."

Wen Nian was silent, Lin Suiwen turned over and got out of bed, stepped on the wool carpet with both feet, walked to the window, the city was still brightly lit at night, and the moonlight hung down thinly from the sky, his side face was polished by the moonlight, looking gentle and tender. Affectionately, he asked, "Miss me?"

Wen Nian replied obediently: "I miss you."

Lin Suiwen's hands curled up slightly, and they were raised halfway to cover his lips.

Wen Nian was like a moonquake to Lin Suiwen. He stood on the land, looked up at the moon, and there was no trace of it, but he didn't know that the moon in the sky had already trembled millions of times, just like Lin Suiwen's heart. Similarly, Wen Nian couldn't see the ups and downs.

All kinds of things, Wen Nian would not know.

Wen Nian lost his memory, Lin Suiwen was lucky.

They talked for a while, it was four o'clock in the morning at Lin Suiwen's side, he fell asleep with Wen Nian, hung up the phone, Lin Suiwen lay on the bed, looked at the window, it was dawn.

Wen Nian slept soundly that night, but the next day, the aftereffects of yesterday's rain still appeared. His cold got worse, and after taking the medicine, he felt dizzy and his hands and feet were weak.

After filming a few scenes in the morning, the director saw that he was not in good spirits, so he asked him to rest.

Xiang Li came over to help him, put his palm on his arm, and was startled.

"Wen Nian, you are so hot."

She raised her hand to touch Wen Nian's forehead again. The forehead was hot. Wen Nian closed his eyes halfway, and two lumps of redness appeared on his face. He pursed his lips, let out a breath, and said weakly to Xiang Li: "My head It hurts."

"Wen Nian, you have a fever, we have to go to the hospital."

Xiang Li asked Gu Yiming to drive, and she helped Wen Nian into the car, Wen Nian leaned against the car, his face getting redder and hotter, Xiang Li asked Gu Yiming to drive faster, Wen Nian closed his eyes and muttered .

The car was swaying, Wen Nian knocked his forehead on the cold window glass, and when he was dizzy, some trivial memories seemed to emerge in his head.

On a certain summer day, the sweltering carriage was swaying in the sweltering heat. The slender, white and thin boy knocked his forehead against the glass and rubbed his face against it, trying to cool himself down, but the glass was quickly heated, and he had no choice but to Another place was changed.

It didn't take long before his shoulders were pulled away, he turned his head, and the gentle woman muttered, "Xiao Nian, don't lean on this dirty glass."

The boy who was called Xiao Nian pouted, opened his eyes wide, looked at the woman, and said childishly, "Mom, where are we going?"

The woman paused, then smiled and said, "Mom found you a father, let's go to his house."

The car stopped at a certain place, the brakes made Xiao Nian's body lean forward, he unsteadily lay on the back of the car seat in front, and looked sideways at the beautiful three-story bungalow outside the window.

The woman dragged him down, dragged Xiao Nian out of the car, went to the door, pointed to the garden building, and said to the boy: "This is your future home."

"Wen Nian? Wake up, you're in the hospital."

The arm was gently pushed away, Wen Nian's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes. He saw Xiang Li, and the haze in his eyes gradually became clear. He sat up slowly, rubbed his swollen forehead, and said to Xiang Li: " I seem to be dreaming about my mother?"

Xiang Li was taken aback, "Your mother?"

Wen Nian nodded, but Xiang Li frowned and said, "But...you are an orphan."

Wen Nian was startled, raised her hand to Li, and lightly squeezed his shoulder. She said, "When you signed you, you told us that you grew up in an orphanage without parents."

Wen Nian opened his mouth, his throat felt a little dry, and after a few seconds, he suddenly smiled, and said, "It's probably just a dream."

Going to the hospital to register with Li, Wen Nian was sitting on a bench wearing a hat and a mask. He was depressed and depressed. He took out his mobile phone and wanted to talk to Lin Suiwen, but he thought that the other party was at work, so he didn't want to. Go bother him.

Wen Nian went for an examination, and the fever was not low. The doctor recognized him as Wen Nian, and quietly asked him if he could sign his daughter's autograph. His daughter's birthday was coming soon, and he wanted to give a surprise.

Wen Nian was soft-tempered. Hearing this, he took a pen and wrote down a line of happy birthday wishes on the notebook the doctor took out.

The doctor happily accepted the signature, gave Wen Nian an order, and told him to do an allergy test for infusion, Wen Nian nodded.

He himself was dizzy from the fever, so Xiang Li took him around, and finally went to the infusion area, and found a corner to sit down.

Wen Nian sat in the soft chair with his back pressed into it, Xiang Li accompanied him for a while, and then left because of some work matters, leaving behind Gu Yiming, Xiang Li told him to take good care of Wen Nian, Gu Yiming Ming repeatedly agreed.

After Wen Nian hung up the IV, he fell asleep not long after, with his mobile phone on his lap, while Gu Yiming sat on the chair beside him and played the game.

There were two bottles to be hung up, and when the second bottle was hung up, Wen Nian's phone vibrated, but Wen Nian didn't respond, Gu Yiming picked up his phone and took a look.

The word "Mr. Lin" jumped into his eyes. Gu Yiming didn't think much about it. When he connected the phone, the other party's voice came and called "Xiao Nian". Gu Yiming paused for two seconds, and then said: "I'm sorry , Wen Nian, he has some things and can't answer the phone."

"Who are you?" The voice that was still soft just now turned to ice.

Gu Yiming trembled in his heart, and he said: "I am Wen Nian's assistant, Wen Nian has a fever, is on an IV in the hospital, and just fell asleep, if you have anything, wait until he wakes up, I will tell you Him, let him come back to you."

"Thank you." The other party said a few words, and then hung up the phone conveniently.

Gu Yiming frowned when he heard the busy tone.

It was already evening when Wen Nian finished his IV drip. Gu Yiming sent him home and bought him some light porridge. Wen Nian had no appetite. When he got home, he pulled off the quilt without taking off his clothes, and put himself in a trance. Everyone curled up inside.

Seeing Wen Nian like this, Gu Yiming didn't know what to do. Unlike Xiang Li, he had so many ways to deal with Wen Nian's childish behavior. He scratched his head and said to Wen Nian: "I put the porridge in the Put it on the table, Wen Nian, if you are hungry when you wake up later, remember to warm up the porridge before drinking it."

The one who answered him was Wen Nian humming twice.

After Gu Yiming left, Wen Nian fell asleep again, her head buried in the pillow, heavy, wrapped in a dream.

Falling into the dream again, the scene changed, the boy stepped up the wooden stairs, someone took him, pushed open a mahogany door, and he came to his room.

The woman walked up to him, patted the boy on the shoulder, and asked him if he liked it.

The boy nodded happily, plunged in, and ran to pick up the toy on the bed. He turned his head and saw the new father and mother standing together. The father had a smile on his face. He slightly staggered to see the child standing behind him.

He said, "This is your brother, he is one year younger than you, his name is..."

what is it call?

A vague sound came into Wen Nian's ears, like the rumble of an old train entering a tunnel, and the darkness also fell at that time. He tried his best to look, and pushed aside the large black fog, but he still couldn't find anything.

The father in the dream said: "My brother has bad ears and wears a hearing aid. Be careful when playing with him."

The boy said yes, and he walked up to the kid who was about the same height as him, who should be his younger brother, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the other's curled and thin fingers.

Wen Nian trembled, as if he had caught something in his hand, he woke up suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, and saw the familiar silhouette in the dim light.

"Mr. Lin!"

Wen Nian yelled in surprise, sat up flopping, and rushed over, hitting Lin Suiwen with his whole body, like a koala hugging Lin Suiwen tightly.

When he saw him, he wanted to kiss him. He put Lin Suiwen's lower lip in his mouth, licked and kissed him several times, but felt that it was not enough, he went to bite Lin Suiwen's jaw, leaving a light impression on the chin, It made Lin Suiwen's half face look like it had been licked by a puppy, so he gave up.

Lying on Lin Suiwen's shoulder, with his lips next to his ear, he asked, "Why are you back?"

"Calling you, your assistant answered the phone. He told me that you were sick. I was worried, so I came back to see you." Lin Suiwen let Wen Nian hold him, he raised his head slightly and was tightly bound With a sigh of relief, he said, "I'm relieved to see that you're fine."

"I'm fine. I have a terrible headache and I'm still hungry. If you're not here, I'm going to miss you."

Lin Suiwen's heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't say the word death, it's unlucky."

Wen Nian didn't care, but took his lower lip again, bit it and sipped it a few times, and he said coquettishly, "Then you should spend more time with me, I just miss you very much."

Lin Suiwen coughed. He hugged Wen Nian and told him to come down first. Wen Nian was not happy, so he just changed his posture slightly, from half body lying on his shoulders to sitting on his lap. Stretching his feet, he stretched out his arms to wrap around Lin Suiwen's neck, like a kitten that only needs to be stroked by its owner, raised its head, and said with a tired voice every day, "Kiss me again."

Lin Suiwen lowered his head, Wen Nian stuck out the tip of his tongue, his body was hot, and after kissing Lin Suiwen for a while, it became even hotter, he buried his head in Lin Suiwen's arms, his voice lowered, "Touch me again I."

Lin Suiwen stretched out his hand, Wen Nian was already running a fever, so it didn't take long for him to soften.

Lin Suiwen hugged Wen Nian to wash. When he slept just now, he didn't change anything. He took off his previous clothes. Lin Suiwen brought him a set of loose clothes suitable for home. Wen Nian raised his hand, Lin Suiwen helped him put on his sleeves.

After getting dressed, Lin Suiwen asked him, "Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

"Hungry, so hungry." Wen Nian followed Lin Suiwen into the kitchen like a small tail, and he muttered, "The porridge Gu Yiming brought looks terrible."

Lin Suiwen smiled. He cooked fine noodles for Wen Nian. The soup was very fresh. Wen Nian ate a lot. After eating, he was full of laziness, watching Lin Suiwen's back as he cleaned up the dishes.

Lin Suiwen stayed with Wen Nian for two days, and when his fever subsided, he was going to leave by plane.

Wen Nian couldn't bear him. When Lin Suiwen left, he put his head on Lin Suiwen's stomach, like a puppy who was unhappy and angry. Lin Suiwen couldn't laugh or cry. He said to Wen Nian, "I'll be back in a week." , I will have a long vacation afterwards."

"really?"

Lin Suiwen nodded. He stretched out his hand to gently push Wen Nian's head away, and straightened his messy hair. He said to Wen Nian, "I'll make arrangements for the holiday. I want to take you to watch the sunset."

That night, Lin Suiwen left, but before leaving, he left a book called "Knowledge of Life" for Wen Nian.

Wen Nian laughed loudly, turned the page, and a blue flower bookmark fell off. Wen Nian picked it up, looked back and forth with the dried flower bookmark, and put it back into the page.

Later he found out that it was a bookmark made of iris, and the flower language of iris is, I miss you.

☆, sunset