Attack one attack two hand in hand run away

After Ye Chen finished laughing, he leaned on the side of the bed with his arms leaning on him, without doing anything else.

Time passed minute by minute.

He watched with a smile as the ball of quilt shook, and was finally lifted away by someone.

The face of the person who lifted the quilt was flushed, partly due to fever, and partly due to being suffocated.

Ye Chen said to Gu Jin who started to breathe heavily as soon as he came into contact with the air: "Aren't you angry?"

He clearly knew why the other party came out of the quilt, but he still asked why he knew it, which was full of vicious humor.

The man who recovered his strength ignored him, but he didn't continue to get back under the quilt, but turned his back to him, and sat on the bed without speaking.

Ye Chen rested his chin on one hand, looked at the person who seemed to be still angry for a few seconds, propped himself up, and sat on the bed.

He patted Gu Jin's arm, "Gu Jin, are you sick?"

Gu Jin glanced at him, and there was a word in his eyes, "Such an obvious thing, do you need to talk about it?" But he still replied, "Yeah."

Ye Chen: "So I took your temperature to know whether your fever is serious or not, so that I can prescribe the right medicine. Are you right?"

Gu Jin: "Yes."

Ye Chen: "The thermometer needs to go to the armpit to measure the temperature, but you can't unbutton your pajamas, so I kindly unbutton it for you, right?"

Gu Jin: "...um."

Ye Chen: "Not only did I unbutton your clothes for you, but I also tucked the thermometer under your arm for you. Is it the behavior of a good person to go to the end?"

Gu Jin: "...um."

Ye Chen hooked the corners of his mouth, and said righteously, "I also posted the anti-fever stickers for you, but you are still angry with me, do you think you are right?"

Gu Jin felt that something was weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He thought about his behavior, and it seemed that it was really not good, so he shook his head, "That's not right."

Ye Chen nodded, "Well, then let's cover this matter." He turned around and took out the cold medicine from the bedside table, "Now you should take the medicine."

The person in front of him immediately frowned. Although he didn't speak, his whole face was expressing resistance.

Ye Chen stood up and found a disposable paper cup from the water dispenser.

He tore open the packaging bag containing cold granules, sprinkled them in a paper cup, added some hot water, and mixed some cold water to make the cold medicine warm enough for the mouth.

When he turned around, the person sitting on the bed still had a stinky face. Seeing him coming back, he glanced at the cup in his hand, "I don't want to drink." His voice was full of reluctance.

Ye Chen put the cup on the bedside table, sat by the bed, and started a very serious negotiation with Gu Jin.

"Are you sick with a cold?"

"...Uncomfortable."

"Do you want to get well soon?"

"……think."

"Then take medicine."

"..."

Ye Chen stretched out his hand and held the disobedient older child in his arms, "Gu Jin is a good boy, and a good boy must take medicine properly so that he can recover quickly."

The older child was silent, and hugged him after a few seconds, pulled the clothes behind him, and muttered in a low voice, "But the medicine just doesn't taste good."

Ye Chen didn't care about the messy hands on his back, and touched Gu Jin's messy black hair, the soft hair ran through his fingers, with some dampness from fever and sweat.

"I'm very worried about you, Gu Jin. I will also be unhappy when I see you sick and uncomfortable."

The hand pulling his clothes stopped, "Are you unhappy?"

While speaking, the hot breath sprayed on the back of his neck, making Ye Chen hold him tighter, "Well, not happy."

Gu Jin struggled for a while before letting go of Ye Chen.

He took the initiative to pick up the paper cup on the bedside table, with a serious face, and said word by word: "It was my fault that I lost my temper with you just now, and it would be even worse if I made you unhappy."

After speaking, he picked up the cup and drank the cold medicine in the cup like a drink.The high probability should be to let the cold medicine quickly pass through the throat and enter the stomach, so that there is less residue in the mouth.

After drinking the medicine, Gu Jin hugged him again, like a big cat, rubbing his head against his neck, "It's so hard."

The corners of Ye Chen's mouth curled up, and the person ran along his hair, "Good boy."

Gu Jin: "Then are you happy now?"

Ye Chen rubbed his cheek against the other party, "Well, I'm happy." The voice was magnetic and gentle.

Due to the fever and the beginning of the effect of the medicine, Gu Jin felt sleepy after a while.

Ye Chen felt the head of the person in his arms keep nodding down, smiled lightly, and said in a soft voice, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

Gu Jin's breathing gradually became slow and long, and he was probably already asleep, so Ye Chen let go and put him back on the bed.

After covering Gu Jin with the quilt, he didn't leave, but sat on the side and watched quietly.

--are you happy?

It's been a long, long time since anyone asked him that question.

It's been years, really, years.

He knows that he is not the type who needs to be cared for, rather, he is often the one who takes care of others.

The time he was taken care of was basically limited to the few years when he was a child. Since his father died and his mother fell ill, he knew that he had no right to continue to be willful.

At first, when he was alone late at night, negative thoughts would invade his mind.

Why is he?

Why should he bear these?

Why is there no change in reality despite working hard?

Why can't even give him a good result after paying so much?

He was angry, he complained.

He blamed himself, he suffered.

Reality was like a rope tightly wrapped around his throat, oppressing him so much that he couldn't breathe.

The rope was covered with thorns, cutting his skin and sucking his blood.

However, he understood deeply.

Useless.

No matter how you complain and tell, it will not change the reality a little bit.

Moreover, too much resentment will erode itself and destroy itself.

At first, he was forced to move forward.

Later, he got used to where he was.

Eventually, he had forgotten what it was like to be cared for.

It is true that now he does not feel uncomfortable or owed to take care of others, and even most of the time, he takes the initiative to take on this role.

However, when he feels the care of others, it does not mean that he will not feel happy because of it.

·

The sky outside the window gradually turned to dusk, the curtains were not drawn in the room, and the dim sunlight shone through the glass into the room, occupying a small area in the room.

The dusk in winter is always bleak, the low temperature makes people go out less, and the cold breeze makes the remaining sporadic branches and leaves of the trees shiver.

The dim yellow gradually darkened, bringing with it a small shadow of night.

He closed his eyes and felt a kind of silence where everything rested.

Everything around him was slowly moving away from him.

Both people and things are good.

The sound is good, the scenery is worth mentioning.

Everything disappeared from his vision.

He seems to have returned to the space before the crossing.

There is nothing here but him.

He felt, thought, and recalled his life so far.

His life history is like photos, placed in front of him in rows.

Some have faded, others have blurred.

Some are brightly colored, and some are deeply memorable.

Countless people appeared in his life.If life is a train going to an unknown place, some people only accompany him through one station, while others accompany him through two stations.

At the link between the death of the previous life and this life, the train carrying the trajectory of his life stopped at the side of the road.

Some people go down, some people come up.

And he was sitting in an inconspicuous position in the train, with his head down, looking at the ground.I don't care who goes up and who goes down, and I have no interest in anyone.

But there was a person who walked towards him directly after getting in the car, and sat on the seat beside him without his consent.

From that person, he saw some familiar shadows.

Like his immature junior.

Like the mother in his memory.

Like the barbed past in his heart.

He raised the corners of his mouth, curved a gentle smile, and talked with that person.

Who is he looking through him?

Who is he seeing through him?

The face of that person was blurred in front of his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be a phantom cast by a broken projector.

As they talked, the appearance of the person in front of them gradually became clear, and the figure gradually solidified.

The fake smile on Ye Chen's mouth disappeared, and he returned to the initial indifference.

He pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

The appearance and figure of the people around him began to be fully revealed.

He was about the same size as him, sitting on the seat, his legs drooped together casually, as if they couldn't stretch out.

He has an outstanding appearance, his expression is occasionally cold, occasionally silent, and occasionally joyful.

He used to have a half-smile, and he was indifferent.

He used to be miserable and self-pitying, and he was also arrogant.

He is like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body, with sharp thorns that keep people away thousands of miles away, and a soft and easy-to-touch belly.

Ye Chen opened and closed his lips and spit out the other person's name, "Gu Jin."

The man glanced at him casually, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled fearlessly.

Ye Chen stood up and patted the dirt on his body. After sitting for a long time, his body felt numb.

He smiled and walked forward a few steps freely, and the people behind him asked him what he was doing.

He turned his back to the other party, raised his hand and waved, "I'm tired of sitting, I want to sit in another car."

He half turned around, glanced at the bewildered opponent who stayed where he was, smiled, and said something silently.

""

The scene of the train dissipated, and the illusions built around it also disappeared one by one.

Every sense comes back to reality.

The sky had completely darkened, and the light of the moon leaked into the room, hanging by the window like silver tassels, exuding a soft and silvery light.

Ye Chen turned around and looked at Gu Jin who was sleeping peacefully.

He reached out and touched Gu Jin's forehead, and the fever had almost subsided.

Then, he stroked the other person's face, and left again after a few seconds.

The hour hand on the watch rotated its own position, until the hour hand moved another position, the person on the bed finally showed signs of waking up.

Gu Jin's eyelids moved first, then slowly opened, with the confusion of just waking up in his eyes.

He sat up, the memories in his mind were chaotic and complicated for a while, and seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, but the overall mental state was much more relaxed than in the morning.

He blinked, trying to clear himself up.

"woke up?"

The voice next to his ear was very familiar. He turned his head and hummed in a daze.

He felt a hand reach out to his forehead, and after subconsciously closing his eyes, something was uncovered.

It looked like a rectangular piece of blue paper.

This is... a fever-reducing sticker?

These three words seemed to be a reminder, and all the memories before going to bed began to flow from the depths of Gu Jin's mind.