The school grass I taught became my fanboy

This time, Song Jingshui slept peacefully, but his dreams were very complicated, and he felt a little tired when he woke up.

After four o'clock in the afternoon.

Song Jingshui's brows twitched, and then his long eyelashes trembled, his eyes slowly opened, and his deep pure black eyes looked at the ceiling of the hospital in a daze.

He is... in the hospital now?

Song Jingshui turned his head slightly, and saw a small head with scorched brown hair. The hair looked soft and wanted to mess it up, but he found that he was holding Yu Cheng's hand tightly.

Yu Cheng's sleeping face is very peaceful, with long eyelashes curled up like feathers, a smooth and upright little nose, and...

Those two thin lips, like little light red cherries, looked very delicious.

tasty

As soon as this idea came out, a certain place stiffened slightly, and it almost stood upright.

The originally flat quilt was almost about to bulge, but at this moment, the fingers encased in the palm of his hand seemed to move slightly, and the fingertips seemed to scratch his palm inadvertently.

Not only the palms are itchy, but the heart that is provocative is even more itchy.

"Yu Cheng?" Song Jingshui called softly, his Adam's apple rolling.

Yu Cheng snorted and slowly opened his eyes.He straightened up and stretched, the corners of his eyes were still red and sparkling.

After covering his mouth and yawning, the corners of his eyes were red and there were tears just after sleepiness, quite like a little grievance after being bullied.

Song Jingshui felt the fingers in his hand being taken away, and pouted his mouth unwillingly.

At this moment, Song Jingshui had just suppressed the inexplicable heat, and his face was still flushed abnormally.

Yu Cheng noticed the faint blush on Song Jingshui's face, frowned suddenly, and said nervously, "Why is your face so red? Are you feeling uncomfortable now?" After finishing speaking, he made a gesture to lean forward and reach out his hand to touch him. forehead.

If it was an infection or something, he would call the doctor right away.

Song Jingshui held Yu Cheng's hand, the smile in his eyes deepened, his voice was soft, unable to detect his emotions, "Yu Cheng, are you nervous about me?"

His fingertips were a little cold, but his palm was warm.

Yu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and his eyes met Song Jingshui's. The other party's silent, dark eyes were staring at him.

There was still a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of his mouth.

"Nonsense, how can you not be nervous?" Yu Cheng shook off Song Jingshui's hand and said softly, "Don't make trouble, let me see if you have a fever."

Song Jingshui generously let Yu Cheng touch it.

After confirming that there was no fever, he withdrew his hand.

But Yu Cheng found that after he touched the other person's forehead, there was a faint red halo on the base of his ears, which formed a sharp color contrast with the fair neck.

"Could it be... allergic?" Yu Cheng frowned.

Song Jingshui pursed his lips, he would never say that he became popular because he suppressed the burning fire to prevent embarrassing scenes.

"I am fine."

After confirming again and again that Song Jingshui was really fine, he was relieved.

Looking at the time, it was almost six o'clock, Yu Cheng said: "You stay here first, I'll buy you some fruit. By the way, what do you want for dinner?"

Song Jingshui lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "I want to eat meat."

Yu Cheng nodded, "Okay, then noodles in clear soup."

Song Jingshui: "???"

"Just after surgery, it's better to eat something light." Yu Cheng said.

After the words fell, Yu Cheng went downstairs. When he walked to the fruit shop, he touched his pocket and was about to take out his mobile phone to pay, only to find that the mobile phone was not there.

I came out in a hurry last night, and it was even more impossible to bring my wallet.

He fell asleep and became quite confused. When he was about to pay the driver, nothing came and he forgot.

A thought suddenly flashed in my mind, I can't let my parents know about his kidnapping. I remember that my uncle told me that the location of this mobile phone can be transmitted to his mobile phone.

An aunt borrowed a cell phone and called Yu Mingfeng.

After learning that Yu Mingfeng had found his mobile phone, Yu Cheng originally wanted to say that he could get it, but Yu Mingfeng insisted on coming to see him, so he took the mobile phone over by the way, so Yu Cheng didn't say anything else.

Yu Cheng thanked the aunt who borrowed the phone and went back to the hospital.

Song Jingshui noticed Yu Cheng who had come back again, with a puzzled look on his face: "Why did you come back so quickly?"

"I don't have the phone, and I don't have the wallet, so you can borrow some money." He said straight to the point. "By the way, never say a man is fast."

"Yeah, I might not say that. My brother is very durable." Song Jingshui said slowly, whether it was intentional or unintentional, the word 'long-lasting' had a stronger voice.

"Okay, be serious." Yu Cheng said.

Song Jingshui touched the leather wallet in his pocket, and when he was about to hand it to Yu Cheng, he suddenly thought of something, and said softly, "Wait a minute."

After speaking, he opened the wallet and took out an object, but Yu Cheng didn't see it clearly.

Yu Cheng joked, "Is there a little secret?"

Song Jingshui just smiled and didn't speak.

After taking out the thing that looked like a piece of paper, he readily handed it to Yu Cheng.

Yu Cheng waved his hand while holding the wallet, "Thank you."

After Yu Cheng left, Song Jingshui took out the objects that had just been hidden.

That was the photo taken with Yu Cheng in front of the 'I Love You' sign that day, and he developed the photo and put it in the photo storage of his wallet.

Looking at Yu Cheng's gentle smiling face in the photo, Song Jingshui smiled, and a hot and soft light flashed in his eyes.

He was not very conscious before he fell into a coma, but he vaguely remembered that Yu Cheng broke the calm and restraint he had always been proud of for him.

Actually, I still care about myself.

Song Jingshui thought, his eyes were as black as ink, and the corners of his mouth were filled with uncontrollable satisfaction and happiness.

After paying, Yu Cheng came back with a lot of things.

Putting all the fruits aside, putting the clear soup noodles on the table, Song Jingshui sat up, took out his chopsticks and ate a few mouthfuls, and suddenly smelled the aroma of meat.

Song Jingshui raised his head in a daze, watching Yu Cheng eating delicious braised pork next to him!

Yu Cheng also felt someone's gaze. He looked up and saw Song Jingshui's expression full of doubts.

The four eyes met, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.

But Yu Cheng wasn't afraid, he used his cheekiness to the extreme, he picked up a piece of plump and delicious braised pork, and ate it in front of Song Jing's water.

Song Jingshui's Adam's apple slipped, and he was stunned for a moment, looking down at his bowl of noodles with clear soup and little water.

It's gone in no time!

"Xiao Jingshui, why are you standing there, aren't you hungry?" Yu Cheng didn't see the astonishment and dissatisfaction in Song Jingshui's eyes at all.

Song Jingshui: "..."

Song Jingshui felt that this meal was the second aggrieved meal he had eaten.

After eating, about half an hour passed, during which Song Jingshui pursed his mouth and expressed that he didn't want to talk.

Yu Cheng held back his smile, "Shall I peel an apple for you?"

"No, I want an orange."

"You peel the oranges yourself."

"No, my stomach hurts, and my hands are weak." Song Jingshui played a rogue.

Seeing that Yu Cheng was unmoved, Song Jingshui pouted his small mouth and covered the wound, his voice was full of weakness and grievance, like a pitiful little being bullied: "Brother, my stomach hurts."

Yu Cheng's hand holding the orange paused, then peeled off the orange, and handed the whole peeled orange to Song Jingshui.

When Song Jingshui looked at the whole orange, it was rare to be at ease, he pursed the corners of his mouth, and then opened his mouth slightly.

"What are you doing?" Yu Cheng asked.

"Brother hello." The voice was low and soft.

"No long hands?" Yu Cheng squinted at Song Jingshui with his calm eyes.

"I don't have long hands now." Song Jingshui said, and opened his mouth slightly by the way to make a sound of "ah".

Yu Cheng smiled helplessly, broke off a small petal and sent it to Song Jingshui's mouth.

Song Jingshui's face was full of smiles, and his eyes narrowed happily. At this moment, he only felt that this was the sweetest orange he had ever eaten.

Yu Cheng went out to peel an apple, and a man in the hospital bed next to him looked at the orange with anticipation in his eyes.

Song Jingshui glanced at him, with no expression on his face, and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

The man nodded.

Song Jingshui raised his chin, "You can take whatever you want."

The man said thank you, took an orange, peeled it and put half of it in his mouth.

As soon as he took a bite, the man's eyes narrowed instantly, and the expression on his face was distorted.

"This orange tastes sour and refreshing!" The man swallowed reluctantly. "Your brother bought a treasure. I have never eaten such a sour orange." After speaking, he gave a thumbs up.

Song Jingshui's shoulders trembled and he laughed lowly.

There was a female nurse at the door, leaning against the door, quietly looking inside, looking at Song Jingshui on the bed, with some kind of abnormal frenzy in her pupils.