Tender trapping

The snow fell too much, it was freezing cold, and the north wind made Ran Xu's hands and feet ache.

It is said that the auspicious snow heralds a good year, but he didn't feel it, he just felt cold.

Around his neck was still the dark blue scarf that Zhuo Wenlang had given him before. He hugged his backpack, one foot deep and the other shallow, walking in front.

Usually when he and Zhuo Wenlang walked together, they were either side by side or behind him, but today Ran Xu was so stubborn that he wanted to go against everything, saying that he was angry or took Joe, in short, he was unhappy There always needs to be an outlet.

Ran Xu couldn't walk fast, but Zhuo Wenlang didn't chase after him, and followed him silently, like a lion on a leash—staying docilely on the surface.

Ran Xu walked aimlessly, until he sneezed from the cold, and then Zhuo Wenlang held his hand and dragged him to a stop.

"Come back with me first, Xiao Xu." Zhuo Wenlang said with helplessness in his voice, "We'll talk about it when we go home."

Although Ran Xu was still angry, he would not make fun of his body casually, so he nodded and followed Zhuo Wenlang into the car.

The electronic watch on the car showed that the time was 12:30 in the morning, and it was obvious that he couldn't go back to school. Zhuo Wenlang didn't ask his opinion, and drove the car directly to his apartment.

Ran Xu was speechless all the way, dragging his cheeks and looking out the window.

After twelve o'clock, it was already the first day of the new year. According to his plan, he originally planned to present his design works, and then ask Zhuo Wenlang for a kiss, wishing him a happy new year.

In the long cold night, Zhuo Wenlang brought him home, boiled hot milk, the milky white milk rolled in the pot, and the sweet fragrance wafted out. Standing behind him, Ran Xu sniffled uncontrollably.

He wanted to wait for Zhuo Wenlang to apologize first, but if he waited any longer, he was afraid that the man's whitewashing of peace would disturb his mind and pretend that nothing happened.

"Zhuo..." He said the first word, then changed the title, "Zhuo Wenlang."

The man's hand clinging to the handle of the pot paused for a moment, then poured the milk into the glass next to it as if nothing had happened, and handed it to Ran Xu: "Drink something warm first, lest you catch a cold."

Ran Xu didn't refuse his kindness, holding the hot milk, he finally felt his frozen fingertips recover.

"I want to apologize to you, Xiao Xu." Zhuo Wenlang leaned down, keeping his eyes on Ran Xu, "Because of my own fear, I made you feel unhappy."

"...What are you afraid of?" Ran Xu was puzzled.

Zhuo Wenlang pulled him to sit outside. The two sat opposite each other on the wooden table, with a bouquet of delicate and fresh perfume lilies in between. The clock on the wall reached one o'clock in the morning, and Zhuo Wenlang explained.

"Minority is the property left by my father, Zhuo Guanzhong. Now I am taking care of it, so you can understand that this is my job." Zhuo Wenlang smiled helplessly, took off his glasses, and put them on the table beside him superior.

Ran Xu noticed that the man's black and white eyeballs were now bloodshot, as if he was tired from running around, and he frowned.

Zhuo Wenlang continued: "I am afraid that if you learn this, you will confuse me with those dandies, but I am not of the same kind as them. I am not interested in sex dances or women." He looked frank and did not lie.

"So you lied to me?"

"I'm sorry." Zhuo Wenlang apologized quickly, making people feel powerless as if his fist had hit the cotton.

"What about 1980?" Ran Xu asked again, "I heard that in 1980, there is no one to take care of it except you and me, and there are no employees in normal times, and the opening time is not fixed. What's going on?"

Perhaps because of Zhuo Wenlang's retreat, Ran Xu's tone became aggressive. He soon realized that his emotions were out of control, took a deep breath, and stared closely at Zhuo Wenlang, as if trying to see some flaws in his face.

"That's my interest." Zhuo Wenlang smiled with the corners of his lips curled up. He got up, walked around to Ran Xu, kissed him on the forehead, and led him into the house, "The shop is my shop." Yes, but usually I don’t need to make money from it, I’m just using it to fulfill my mother’s wish.”

"Okay, no matter what the problem is, let's talk about it tomorrow, children should go to bed early."

Ran Xu was half-embraced by him and brought into his arms. He faintly smelled the sandalwood scent on the man's body. The moment he stood up, the scent seemed to have magical powers. It really made him feel a little dizzy. Shutting his mouth, he just felt a little dizzy.

Forget it, Zhuo Wenlang had already apologized in this way, and he couldn't hear anything wrong from his apology, so it wouldn't make much sense to continue arguing.

He was led into the guest room by Zhuo Wenlang, and he didn't want to move much while lying on the bed.

Sensing that something was wrong with Ran Xu, Zhuo Wenlang touched his forehead with his hand, the temperature from the back of his hand was terribly hot - he had a fever.

The boy was thin and thin, and he didn't make much noise at ordinary times, but he was surprisingly quiet when he had a fever. Under Zhuo Wenlang's repeated urging, he took off his coat and lay down under the quilt.

Ran Xu only felt that his limbs were filled with lead, and he didn't bother to lift them up, and of course he didn't bother to change his clothes. He just put on a shirt and sweater, and tucked into the quilt, only his head was exposed, like a rabbit stuck in the snow.

"Cold..." He muttered, and then fell silent.

Zhuo Wenlang took his temperature, which was nearly 39 degrees.

This body temperature is already too high for an adult, and it would be too risky to take some home-made antipyretics, Zhuo Wenlang frowned, and shook Ran Xu's shoulder: "Xiao Xu, don't sleep, I'll call the doctor later come over."

But the symptoms of dizziness did not ease at all. Ran Xu sat up and couldn't help feeling sleepy again.

"Very sleepy, do you want to talk about it tomorrow?" Ran Xu yawned.

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The answer is, of course, no.

When Lee received the phone call in the middle of the night, he was devastated. He yelled into the phone in mixed Chinese and English: "Even if I were your family doctor, I would need a reason to go there, right? It would take at least four or ten minutes to drive there." !"

"That's why I asked you to help find someone at the nearby municipal hospital." Zhuo Wenlang looked at his watch, "Tell him to hurry up as much as possible, the child needs to sleep."

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Fortunately, the apartment is very close to the municipal hospital next door. Lee entrusted a doctor he knew to invite him to come to the door. Ran Xu was hooked up to the drip, and lay on the bed a little dry.

Even though he did feel sleepy, after being tormented like this, he was a little more awake.

"I didn't seem to have such a sudden illness before." He licked his dry lips and explained to Zhuo Wenlang.

He really didn't expect it to be like this, he thought walking in the snow for a while was nothing more than a cold.

The doctor was not surprised: "I haven't had a good rest for so many days, and I have been standing outside for so long. If you are not sick, who will be sick? Take a good rest and sleep twice. It should be fine."

Before leaving, the doctor took a tube of Ran Xu's blood and took it to the hospital for testing, and told Zhuo Wenlang that the results would come out the next day.

"I suspect he is a little malnourished." The doctor's face was not very good-looking.

Of course he could see the relationship between these two, Zhuo Wenlang should be a wealthy master, he didn't expect to treat his lover so harshly.