The summer sun is just right

I take it personally. "

Chen Jiyuan and Xiao Zhu looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

"You ask the company to make a resignation statement for me, and use my account to post it."

After a pause, he looked at Chen Jiyuan and Xiao Zhu and said, "You don't use it recently. I'm fine. There shouldn't be any announcements in the short term. Let Xiao Zhu talk to other artists first."

After speaking, he closed the door again.

21. High fever

After dismissing Chen Jiyuan and Xiao Zhu, Sheng Xia put on his coat and went out.

Sheng Xia stood under the tree, with his shoulders drooping, his hands in his pockets, his head raised, and he looked towards the window on the third floor.

It was very late now, and it was raining lightly, and occasionally someone passed by in a hurry.

The warm yellow light shines through the curtains, dimly, and it can also bring a little warmth to people in this late autumn night.

At least Sheng Xia felt that although the light was weak, it could help him dispel the chill from his fingertips a little.

Ling Xiao didn't sit in his usual seat.But Sheng Xia knew that Ling Xiao was somewhere behind that window, either reading a book or working, he didn't watch TV very much.

Sheng Xia grinned bitterly at the corner of his mouth, and when he smiled, tears rolled down his face.

It was so cold outside that his eyes hurt from the wind.

I don't know how long it has passed, whether it was because of the cold or standing for too long, Sheng Xia felt that he was about to lose consciousness, his legs were a little numb, his supported body was shaking a little, his head was dizzy and swollen, and even his vision It also became blurred.

In Sheng Xia's hazy vision, a person appeared holding an umbrella and walking towards him.

All hallucinations.That person looks like Ling Xiao.Sheng Xia laughed at himself in his heart, and suddenly laughed out loud, "A little match girl..."

Then, like the little girl in a fairy tale, he stretched out his hand to reach the warm fire source.

"I caught you." Sheng Xia laughed so hard that the corners of his eyes curled up, his eyelashes flickered, and there were still crystal tears on them.

Smiling and laughing, he was like the little girl in a fairy tale, no longer struggling with the eyelids that could not be lifted, closing his eyes, tilting his body, and losing consciousness.

"Midsummer? Midsummer?" Ling Xiao caught Shengxia with one hand.

Sheng Xia felt that his body was sinking, as if he was about to fall into an endless abyss.But it seems that something caught it halfway.

Someone seemed to be calling him in his ear, but he couldn't hear it clearly, the voice was similar to Ling Xiao's.He really wanted to catch that voice.

He wanted to open his eyes to see who the voice was, but his eyes were scorching hot, so hot that he couldn't open them;

He wanted to raise his hand to feel who the voice was, but his hand seemed to be drained of strength, and he couldn't lift it;

He wanted to respond to the voice, but his throat was hoarse and sour, and it became difficult to even breathe.

Ling Xiao hugged Sheng Xia, Sheng Xia's face was pale, with tiny crystal particles on it, I don't know if it was the fine rain or teardrops.

Contrary to her pale face, her lips were dripping red with blood.Ling Xiao felt that his whole body was hot through his clothes, and touched his forehead, and sure enough, it was so hot that his hands were burned.

Ling Xiao threw away the umbrella in his hand, squatted down on his knees, picked up Sheng Xia, and went straight upstairs.

Sheng Xia felt something cold against his forehead, and something moist touched his lips one after another.

He slightly opened his hazy eyes, the light was so dazzling.

Warm yellow lighting.Same as Ling Xiao's family.

Midsummer fell asleep again.

Midsummer was always in a daze. He felt that someone was undressing him. He gently unzipped the zipper, took off his pants, and gently rolled him into the quilt.

His body was like a furnace, but his body felt chills. He twisted his body and wanted to kick the quilt away. He felt someone grab him hard, and his voice was full of gentle and seductive comfort: "Hey, don't move, come out!" Sweat will be fine."

Then Sheng Xia obediently let that person hold her, without moving.

Later, he seemed to be drugged, the drug was so bad, and he choked on it, but someone patted him on the back gently, and he leaned against that person, his whole body was limp, But that person's embrace is very strong, and he can rely on it with confidence.

Consciousness intermittent, not real.

After a night, the midsummer fever finally subsided.

When Midsummer woke up in the morning, the sky was already bright.Sheng Xia touched his still aching head, and took a moment to regain his consciousness.

Sheng Xia found herself sleeping in a strange bedroom.Sheet duvet cover and pillows come in a set of simple gray.

There is a black simple clock on the bedside table, and an electronic thermometer, scattered with antipyretics and cold medicines, which are the same brand as the ones I bought for Ling Xiao before.The curtains were not blackout, and the sun was streaming in.

Where the hell is this?Why am I here?

Sheng Xia had to get out of bed.A pair of gray cotton slippers lay beside the bed.Sheng Xia got up and put it on, it just fit her feet.

The moment he stood up, Sheng Xia still clearly felt that he was a little weak, and his eyes went dark for a while.

After stabilizing his body, Sheng Xia rubbed the space between his brows again, and then pushed open the bedroom door.

Sheng Xia originally thought that he would see someone when he opened the door, but there was no one in the living room either.

Sheng Xia looked around, the living room was as simple as a bedroom, with no extra decorations, not even a single photo, so it was impossible to guess the owner's identity and preferences.

Just when Sheng Xia was a little confused, there was a sudden click of the door button.Midsummer was startled.Sheng Xia looked up in the direction of the kitchen.

Sheng Xia was startled.

Ling Xiao?

Then Sheng Xia stood stiffly on the spot as if she had been deprived of her breath.

Ling Xiao didn't seem to expect Midsummer to appear suddenly, and he didn't move. He stood there, holding something in his hand, and he was steaming.

Sheng Xia's first reaction was to suspect that he was dreaming, or that his fever hadn't subsided yet, so he was confused?

No, it seemed that someone was taking care of me last night. Someone fed him medicine, took off his clothes, and covered him with a quilt. Although his consciousness was blurred during the night, I can still remember the sense of touch and the hug. That...is not my hallucination. and illusion?Could it be... Could it be that the person who took care of me last night was... Ling Xiao?

Thinking of this possibility, Sheng Xia gasped for breath and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously.

If it's a hallucination, please get it out of your head.

If it was true, Ling Xiao would still be standing there when I opened my eyes again.Sheng Xia clasped his hands together and prayed silently.

still.still.still...

It's really Ling Xiao.

Then last night...

Sheng Xia didn't dare to move anymore, he swallowed and forced himself to calm down.Rubbing the corner of his clothes with his fingers, he looked at Ling Xiao anxiously, as if waiting for a verdict.

Holding the steaming hot porridge, Ling Xiao walked to the dining table and put it on the table.Turned back to the kitchen.

Ling Xiao stood there at a loss, looking at the dining table.Is this the dining table I saw downstairs before?Ling Xiao usually sits in this position.

Ling Xiao took out a bowl and a spoon, stirred the steaming millet porridge, then took out a small bowl and put it on the table.

"Sit down and drink some hot porridge first."

This is the second time Shengxia heard Ling Xiao talking to herself since the reunion.Sheng Xia pursed his mouth into a straight line, nodded, and obediently sat at the table, lowered his head, picked up the bowl, and brought the spoon to his mouth.

"Ah." Sheng Xia quickly licked his lips and stuck out his tongue.

so hot...

Sitting opposite, Ling Xiao looked at Sheng Xia's heart, couldn't help sighing, and reminded: "Stir it with a spoon first, it's a little hot just out of the pot."

22. Cold shower

Sheng Xia slowly stirred the millet porridge with a spoon, while secretly raising his eyelids to look at Ling Xiao, and found that Ling Xiao was staring at him, immediately lowered his eyes again, and continued to stir the porridge in the bowl, the spoon and the bottom of the bowl made a crisp collision Voice.

Sheng Xia chewed the porridge carefully. In fact, there was no need to chew the porridge. Ling Xiao boiled it for a long time, stirring it from time to time to prevent clumping, and it was easy to swallow.

But Sheng Xia didn't know why he had to chew several times in such a slow mouthful of porridge.

Ling Xiao just sat on the opposite side patiently, waiting for Sheng Xia to finish drinking.

After Sheng Xia finished drinking, Ling Xiao stood up and took the bowl away.

"Let me wash it." Sheng Xia blurted out, and then stood there in a daze.

"No need." Ling Xiao turned and went into the kitchen.

After Ling Xiao entered the kitchen, Sheng Xia's strong nerve collapsed like a deflated rubber ball, and he sat there deflated again.

What should he do now, what should he say.

Does he want to thank Ling Xiao for taking care of him last night?

So now I'm fine, should I go?

Is Ling Xiao going to drive him away too?

This is the first time he has entered Ling Xiao's current home.In the past, he always stood under that tree and looked at this house from a distance. He never imagined what Ling Xiao's home would look like, but now the layout of this room seems to be expected again.

Ling Xiao went to the bedroom and took out the medicine, poured a glass of warm water and put it on the table, "The fever is gone, you still have to take the anti-inflammatory medicine."

Sheng Xia picked up the cup, gulped down the medicine.Finally, I remembered to say "thank you".

"I'm going out."

Is he talking to me?

What does it mean?

Do I want to follow?

He didn't tell me to go.

Sheng Xia's mind was full of question marks, and when he was struggling with himself, Ling Xiao pushed the door open and left the house.

The moment the door closed, Sheng Xia took a deep breath, and then