dedicated to memorial day

I was sweating all over, and my clothes were sticky to my body. Zhou Yu could smell the smell of sweat and grease on his skin, so he went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then put the cooling patch on his forehead. Lie back on the bed.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a heavy rain finally fell in the gloomy sky of the day. It was fierce and crackled on the window, as if it was going to smash through the window, mixed with a few spring thunders, which made the air tremble.

Zhou Yu was awakened by the sound of thunder. He wanted to check whether the windows at home were closed tightly, but found that his body seemed to be heavier than in the morning, and the soreness penetrated from his muscles to his spine. He barely turned over and covered his head with the quilt , shrunk into a ball.

It's better not to sleep, Cheng Jingshen should be here soon.

At around five o'clock, the doorbell rang. Zhou Yu tried twice to get up by propping up on the edge of the bed. When he took off the cooling sticker, he felt the sweat on his forehead. He passed by the restaurant and wiped it off with two napkins. Khan opened the door.

Not Cheng Jingshen.

"Boss, I'm here to see you!" Xiaoxi at the door held the fruit in front of his eyes, "Can I go in?"

Zhou Yu held the door, smiled weakly, and let her in sideways.

"So serious?" Xiao Xi wanted to help him, but Zhou Yu waved his hand and refused.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Yu asked.

"Doctor Cheng said that you have a fever and your throat is uncomfortable, so I guess you can't eat." Xiaoxi kicked off his shoes and walked in, picking up the plastic bag in his hand as if showing off, "Boss, can I make rock sugar pears for you? "

Zhou Yu nodded with a smile, took out a pair of new slippers and put them at Xiaoxi's feet.

"Doctor Cheng... isn't here?"

"I forgot to buy rock candy, he sent me downstairs and went to the supermarket outside." Xiaoxi put the fruit in his hand on the table.

It's just a small cold, how come it seems to have some serious and incurable disease, it's motivating.Thinking like this, he suddenly reacted: "It's only less than six o'clock, and you're off work?"

Is the bonus still necessary?

"Boss, when you are sick, overthinking will leave sequelae. Take a deep breath and let your mind rest." Xiaoxi turned around with a serious expression, but there was a little cunning in her eyes.

Zhou Yu looked at her helplessly, sat on the sofa, wrapped the blanket around his body, and felt chilly after sweating.Xiaoxi took out all the pears from the plastic bag and put them in the kitchen, humming a little song he didn't understand.He often feels a little envious of Xiaoxi, who is passionate and carefree, the kind of person who always lives in the light.

The doorbell rang again, and Xiaoxi ran out of the kitchen, "I'll go and open the door!"

This time it was Cheng Jingshen.There were some raindrops on his coat, and he was holding a kraft paper bag and a bunch of flowers in his arms. It was the pink bubbles that Zhou Yu asked Xiaoxi to take in the morning. The flowers were also stained with rain, presumably from the rain outside. Got really big.

"Is it better?" Cheng Jingshen put the flowers and paper bags on the table, and walked towards him while taking off his coat.

Zhou Yu nodded.

"What about body temperature?" Cheng Jingshen asked.

"Not yet." Zhou Yu said.

Cheng Jingshen stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, probably just came in from the outside, Cheng Jingshen's hand was very cold, Zhou Yu couldn't help but put his head on his hand.

Cheng Jingshen paused, withdrew his hand, coughed lightly and said, "It's still hot."

As he spoke, he found a thermometer and stuffed it into his mouth.

"39.3?" Cheng Jingshen frowned and looked at Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu himself was the patient, but there was self-blame in his eyes.Xiaoxi from the kitchen also ran out with a worried expression on her face.

Cheng Jingshen caught a glimpse of Zhou Yu's collar protruding from the blanket, which seemed to be different from that at noon: "Have you taken a bath?"

Zhou Yu nodded: "I'm sweating."

Cheng Jingshen put the thermometer on the table and was about to come over to help him: "I'll take you to the hospital."

Zhou Yu hid for a while and said in a low voice, "No need. I'm fine."

Cheng Jingshen's tone was a bit tough, and he held Zhou Yu's hand with great strength: "What you say doesn't count."

"I don't want it." Zhou Yu shook off Cheng Jingshen's hand, but because of too much force, he fell headfirst on the back of the sofa, looked at Cheng Jingshen blankly with eyes that couldn't find focus, his eye sockets were red from the high fever, It looked very pitiful, but he kept repeating, "I'm fine."

Xiao Xi stood aside, not knowing whether she should step forward to help, she could only persuade: "Boss...be more obedient, go to the hospital and you will be fine."

Zhou Yu didn't speak or move, and curled up on the sofa, wrapping the blanket tighter.Xiaoxi looked at Cheng Jingshen in bewilderment. She had never seen a boss who firmly said "no". In her impression, the boss always had a casual look of "anything is fine".Gentle and indifferent kind of casual.

After a while, Cheng Jingshen gave in first: "I'll help you to lie on the bed."

He turned back to Xiaoxi and said, "Xiaoxi, cook first, I'll come here."

Xiaoxi nodded obediently, and ran back to the kitchen.

Cheng Jingshen half-embraced Zhou Yu and got up from the sofa. He had just exhausted his strength to break away from Cheng Jingshen. Now Zhou Yu only felt dizzy and had tinnitus, so he could only lean half of his body on Cheng Jingshen.

When entering the room, Zhou Yuguang glanced at the living room, full of kraft paper bags, fresh pink bubbles on the table, steaming glass kettle, Xiaoxi's back with his sleeves rolled up, and Cheng Jingshen's clean smell.

It's as if everything is connected, starting from that connection point.

Cheng Jingshen helped him cover the quilt, only one head was exposed, and asked, "Is there alcohol at home?"

"In that closet." Zhou Yu pointed to the low closet at the end of the bed.Cheng Jingshen took out the medicine box, took a small basin and a towel, then poured out the alcohol, and then lifted the quilt to take off his clothes, Zhou Yu tried to stop him, but he was powerless and could only panic Asked, "What for?"

"Cool down." Cheng Jingshen said and pressed the towel in his hand to Zhou Yu's chest, the coolness penetrated from the skin into the body, as if it did feel a little more comfortable.Zhou Yu stopped struggling and looked at Cheng Jingshen.

His bony hands wiped along the skin texture little by little. Cheng Jingshen looked serious and pious, as if in front of him was a toy that had been treasured for many years and had to be taken out for cleaning, and he must be treated very seriously.

There was a coolness in the chest, but the heat in the brain was even hotter.In the disordered memory, the lead singer of the Autse band looked at the guitarist in a flash.

The white light above his head dazzled, Zhou Yu couldn't help blinking his dry eyes, and covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Cheng Jingshen, itches."

Cheng Jingshen paused, and then pretended to be vicious: "Who made you unwilling to go to the hospital."

The movement became lighter, and Zhou Yu heard his low voice: "Be patient."

So gentle, so gentle that I almost cried.

"Thank you." Zhou Yu said as if talking to himself.

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Dimly, I heard the sound of messy rubber shoes scraping the floor, as if it came from the corridor.

Zhou Yu opened his eyes and saw the familiar door, which was ajar. He held the handle and pushed it lightly, making a slight "squeak".

The furnishings in the room are as usual, neat and clean, except for some old dusty smell.There is a TV in the TV, but there is no sound on the screen. The setting sun came in from the west window, and all the furniture was shrouded in the afterglow, exuding a gentle halo.Calm and silent, like the silence that does not exist in the real world.

With the "click" sound of the ceramic and glass tabletops colliding, Zhou Yu looked towards the dining room, and saw the familiar figure of his mother.The mother was wearing a white skirt, and her long black hair was tied up in a haphazard way and hung behind her head.

Mother hasn't worn a skirt for a long, long time, and hasn't had long hair for a long, long time.

The last time I saw my mother wearing a skirt was probably at the elementary school graduation ceremony. He was the captain of the Young Pioneers, wearing a red scarf, with a small chest, walking at the front of the team.The mother sat below, wearing this skirt.At that time, my mother was beautiful and young. Even though there was some tiredness between her eyebrows and eyes, her beauty still radiated from every pore, so that people around her frequently looked sideways.

But she only has her own child in her eyes, she is smiling, she is very happy.

Since when did mother stop wearing skirts?Start by kneeling on the ground to clear a clogged drain?From carrying the first tank of gas into the house?Or when sending your sick self to the hospital in the middle of the night?

When did you cut off your hair and look like a middle-aged woman?

Zhou Yu can't remember, can't remember, and has no impression at all.

No matter how hard you try to grasp the fragments of memory, you can still feel that those things are constantly moving away from you.

Zhou Yu wanted to call her, but found that his throat hurt and he couldn't make a sound at all.So he walked over and held her shoulders, and the mother turned around, but it was only a skeleton.Empty, the hair on the forehead, or the hair on the skull, is fluttering in the wind.

Zhou Yu didn't feel scared, but felt peaceful from the bottom of his heart. Compared with all the mothers he had dreamed about before, the skeleton in front of him, which might be called a mother, was warm.

"mom……"

He woke up as soon as he opened his mouth, and opened his eyes profusely with sweat, feeling tears falling down, not in his hair.

Looking out from the window, it is a dark blue spring night.The stars are separated from the rain.

"Zhou Yu. Have a nightmare?" Cheng Jingshen opened the door and walked in.

"No." Zhou Yu felt that he was not so uncomfortable. Although his muscles were still a little sore, his strength finally recovered. He sat up, "What time is it?"

Cheng Jingshen turned on the light: "It's almost twelve o'clock."

"Why didn't you go back?" Zhou Yu asked.

Cheng Jingshen did not answer, but walked up to him and touched his forehead: "It seems that the burn is gone. Are you hungry?"

Zhou Yu felt his stomach and said, "Yes."

"Xiaoxi made rock sugar Sydney, I'll warm it up for you." Cheng Jingshen got up and walked to the kitchen.

When people are lonely, they may instinctively look for warmth.Zhou Yu rolled over and got out of bed, followed closely behind him and asked, "Where's Xiaoxi?"

"Going back." Cheng Jingshen looked for something with his head down.

"Yeah." Zhou Yu glanced at the pot, stretched out his hand and pressed the soup button for him.

Cheng Jingshen's back stiffened, and he stroked his hair again as if to cover up his embarrassment.

"Have you had dinner?" Zhou Yu asked.

"I ate it, I ate it with Xiaoxi." Cheng Jingshen said.

Zhou Yu was silent for a few seconds: "Then do you want to have supper tonight?"

Cheng Jingshen smiled: "You can come a little."

Zhou Yu reached out to open the cabinet above his head and took out a box of chocolate biscuits, opened it and handed it to Cheng Jingshen, the two of them each took a piece and started eating in the kitchen.

The pink bubbles have been inserted into the vase, and the little bunnies are standing in a row on the shelf, and they occupy a corner of the cooking table in the narrow kitchen, waiting for the rock sugar and pear water to boil.

Human beings are really strange creatures. They are obviously in pain, but they can still feel happiness.

"You seem to like rabbits?"

"Ah."

"why?"

"Rabbits are animals with strong endurance. If it is not in severe pain, it will not make a sound, so..."

"..."

"Did you just have an ellipsis in your head?"

"No."

"You weren't listening to me, were you?"

"I'm listening."

"..."

Just forget this second, Zhou Yu thought apologetically.