After the funeral, I abused the scum with the bamboo horse

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The water in the bathtub was hot and then cold, Lin Yixing changed the water twice, washed Nie Jiayan clean, and then rolled him into small sushi with a bath towel and carried him back to the hut.

"Hey, put on your own clothes, I'm going to clean up the bathroom."

The shirt on his body was wrinkled and wet, Lin Yixing found Nie Jiayan's clothes from the closet and put them beside the bed, and found himself a set of home clothes to change into.

When he came back from wiping off the water on the bathroom floor, Nie Jiayan was already dressed.

The little guy's long soft eyelashes fluttered silently, and he was lying on the bed with the quilt in his arms, staring at the snow-white ceiling in a daze, as if thinking about life.

Hearing his footsteps, Nie Jiayan quickly pulled up the quilt to cover his head, and then hid in the quilt, wrapping himself into a dense meat bun.

Seeing his actions, Lin Yixing couldn't help feeling amused, walked over and pulled the quilt lightly, and said, "A suffocated person will have a very long tongue, come out."

Nie Jiayan didn't respond, the other party used one part of his force to pull, and he used three parts of his force to pull back.

After a while, Lin Yixing lost all patience, grabbed the corner of the quilt with both hands and directly lifted it.

Nie Jiayan, who had lost his cover, suddenly became irritable, like a little lion with sharp fangs, raised his hand and slapped Lin Yixing, and said viciously, "Don't touch me!"

Lin Yixing was stunned by the beating, he stared blankly at Nie Jiayan after beating, and then dragged the quilt to lie back.

The anger that had been suppressed before gradually burned up, and soon swallowed up the rationality he was proud of.

"Why can't I touch you? You are mine."

Thinking of the message from Lin Ranyi, Lin Yixing felt angry and furious, wishing to eat this unfamiliar white-eyed wolf straight into his stomach.

"I gave you time to let you think clearly about accepting me, not to make you confused with that idiot Lin Ranyi!"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt, Lin Yixing couldn't help but began to criticize Nie Jiayan's evil deeds.

"You don't reply to my messages, you don't answer my calls, and you watch those movies behind my back. I don't care about these things with you anymore. Nie Jiayan, how can you be so pampered?"

Pressing the corner of the quilt to wrap himself airtightly, Lin Yixing remained indifferent, Lin Yixing waited for a long time, and impatiently started to fish him out.

"Nie Jiayan..."

Pulling Nie Jiayan's shoulders and turning him over, Lin Yixing froze when his eyes touched the wet tears on his face.

Nie Jiayan's tears flowed down her thick lower eyelashes silently, like a thin layer of cicada's wings, covering the corners of her nose and eyes that were flushed from crying.

Because he was afraid of making a sound, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, looking delicate and pitiful.

The anger in Lin Yixing's eyes was wiped away by his crying, leaving only a dazed emotion.

When Nie Jiayan first came to Lin's house at the age of five or six, he loved to cry a lot. His tears were like water without money, and all his clothes would be wet when he cried.

At that time, Lin Yixing always coaxed and called him Xiaokuibao to tease him, and often made people who were almost coaxed cry again.

Later, the little crying bag grew up to save face, and even if he wanted to cry, he would hold back his tears in accordance with the principle of a man who bleeds and does not shed tears.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, when the grown-up Nie Jiayan cried, it was more fatal than when Xiaoxiao was limp.

Lin Yixing kept his movements very light, and wiped his tears with his slender fingers very slowly, as if the other party was a thin and fragile porcelain that could be broken with a little strength.

"Why are you crying? Am I right about you?"

The tears touched by the fingertips were wiped dry and covered with new ones. After a while, all ten of Lin Yixing's fingers were covered with tears.

Nie Jiayan was still crying tirelessly, no matter how hard he coaxed him, he didn't speak.

When the sky was bright, Nie Jiayan finally fell asleep after crying.

Lin Yixing called back to school to help him ask for leave, and then went downstairs to cook porridge.

Shen Yunnian, who heard the sound, stood at the door of the kitchen, lowered his eyebrows, looked at his busy figure, and asked softly, "Eldest Young Master, is Young Master Nie still not feeling well?"

Lin Yixing paused when he cut ginger, "Uncomfortable?"

"Well, he came back last night with a low fever, I gave him medicine, how is he doing now?"

Lin Yixing's thoughts were slightly in a trance, he didn't pay attention to it just now, but now that he thought about it, Nie Jiayan's body was indeed a little abnormally hot, he thought it was because young people had more firepower.

"It should be fine, I'll check his temperature later."

Nie Jiayan didn't sleep for too long this time, his throat was hoarse and dry from crying, and after lying on the soft quilt for a while, he woke up coughing uncomfortably.

Just sitting up with the mattress propped up, a pair of hands stretched out beside her.

Lin Yixing wrapped him in his arms, lifted Nie Jiayan's forehead hair with his long and broad palms, touched his forehead, and then moved down to feel the pulse on the side of his neck for a while.

"You still have a low-grade fever, lean your head closer, and I'll put a fever-reducing sticker on you."

Nie Jiayan's nerves were a little sluggish, and he blinked his reddish and moist eyes, but didn't move for a while.

Lin Yixing didn't expect him to be obedient, he clasped the slender neck with his long fingers and pressed him into his arms, then tore off a piece of anti-fever sticker, and carefully pasted it on for him.

Nie Jiayan's little face was already as pale as a sheet of paper, but after applying the anti-fever stickers, it looked like a sick little milk bag, which made Lin Yixing lose his temper.

"Would you like some water?" He stretched out his arms to wrap him in his arms, "I cooked porridge, or do I want to eat porridge first?"

Nie Jiayan's long soft eyelashes drooped slightly, and a very hoarse voice came out from his throat, "I want to eat porridge."

"Wait."

After a while, Lin Yixing came back with porridge.

The white porridge is soft and smooth, and some finely chopped shrimp and shredded ginger are added for seasoning. Just smelling it makes people feel their index fingers move.

Nie Jiayan looked down and pursed his chapped mouth.

Just as he was about to reach for the spoon, Lin Yixing put the porridge on the bedside table, clasped the back of his head with one hand, and pushed him slightly upwards.

In the field of vision, the fair skin was slightly reddish, and when I looked carefully, I found that the few shallow marks were finger marks.

Nie Jiayan probably guessed that this was the rhythm of settling accounts, and watched without saying a word, raising his thick eyelashes.

"Tell me," Lin Yixing pointed to the left cheek where there was still a slap mark, "Why did you hit me?"

Nie Jiayan pouted, "I said, I want to take a bath by myself, but you didn't listen."

"As for a handicapped person like you, how long does it take you to wash yourself? You just keep pouring cold water on yourself. Believe it or not, you'll be crippled before you finish washing."

Nie Jiayan's face was flushed red by what he said, and anger flashed in his burning red eyes, "You don't have to worry about that, I'm happy."

"I don't care who cares about you." Lin Yixing lowered his head and pecked him on the mouth, "If your thing is going to die, who else will love you except me."

After finishing speaking, he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it over, "Open your mouth."

Nie Jiayan was a little dazed by his kiss, and opened his mouth bewilderedly following his words.

The warm and soft porridge entered the throat, slightly moistening the somewhat dry throat.

"You didn't feed porridge for nothing," Lin Yixing said with serious eyes, "Nie Jiayan, what did you do with Lin Ranyi behind my back?"

Nie Jiayan drank porridge with a spoon in his mouth, but was confused when asked, "What did you do?"

"He said you wanted to be with him."

"...cough cough cough......"

Nie Jiayan's eyes widened in shock, and the unswallowed porridge almost choked into the esophagus.

He covered his mouth, his face was red and white from coughing, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I say that?"

Lin Yixing supported his back and patted him lightly twice, originally he wanted to continue to ask for clarification.

But after thinking about it again, that fool Lin Ranyi probably thought too much about it.

Forget it, if you really want to be serious with a fool, then you are not far from a fool.

Lin Yixing scooped up another spoonful of porridge, and waited for Nie Jiayan to calm down before handing it over, "Let's not talk about this, let's talk about the video."

"Lie on my bed and watch that kind of video on my tablet, Nie Jiayan, you really enjoy it."

Nie Jiayan's eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

It is true that he was at fault for this matter, but he also felt very wronged. The download he downloaded was obviously a teaching screen recording, but no matter how he decompressed it, it turned into a calcium tablet.

But Lin Yixing definitely wouldn't believe it, there is no such coincidence in the world.

Maybe, they would think he was trying to quibble.

Nie Jiayan turned his thoughts around, and finally replied calmly: "Can't you watch it? Then I'll just use my mobile phone to watch it next time."

Lin Yixing looked at his eyes that looked more clear after crying and the corners of his eyes where the red marks hadn't faded, and suddenly smiled, lowered his head and whispered into his ear, "I can see it."

"Next time I'll watch it with you, explanatory teaching."

The warm breath fell on the sensitive ear bones with the words, and immediately dyed a large area of ​​fair skin red.

Nie Jiayan looked away, frowned and said in a cold voice, "No need, I like to watch it by myself."

These words should have been very imposing, but he was still sick, his face was pale, and his voice was soft.

Lin Yixing couldn't bear to tease him anymore, raised his hand to gently touch his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Eat more, I'll take your temperature later, the school has asked for leave, you can take a day off."

Nie Jiayan didn't speak, just lowered his head and continued to eat porridge quietly.

After he was full, he became sleepy. As soon as his head touched the pillow, Lin Yixing lifted the quilt and lay down.

This is a 1.9-meter single bed, which is more than enough for one person to sleep on. As soon as Lin Yixing, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, lay on it, it immediately became crowded.

Nie Jiayan shrank back a little unhappy, and said in a low voice, "I want to sleep by myself."

Lin Yixing's arm passed through the back of his neck, hooked forward, and directly pressed him into his arms, stroking his thin shoulders like stroking a small animal.

"Sleep with you, I won't talk."

Lin Yixing's voice gradually lowered, he rubbed his chin against Nie Jiayan's forehead, and said softly: "In order to come back to see you sooner, I took a half-night flight, and I'm also sleepy."

[The author has something to say]:

The next thing is all emotional scenes ○(＾皮＾)っHiahiahia...