They all said the school grass likes me

"Ms. Lin, huh?" Zhong Yue looked at Zhou Yu and smiled meaningfully.

Feeling guilty for a while, Zhou Yu turned away and didn't dare to look at him.

Zhong Yue didn't give him a chance to evade the topic, walked to the bed, put the soup bowl on the bedside table, leaned in front of him, and said with a straight face: "Crying nervously is actually a cold with a nasal sound. I am anxious to go back to review because I am sick." You don’t dare to see me, do you?”

Zhou Yu: "..."

Zhong Yue's tone was barely gentle, but he didn't hide his displeasure at all.

"I'm sorry, I..." Zhou Yu whispered, "I'm afraid you will be worried if you find out."

"I said before that I can't trust you." Zhong Yue said, "You can't trust me in the same way? Double standards."

Zhou Yu couldn't speak, he lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at him.

"Forget it, who is willing to torment you with this pitiful person." Zhong Yue sighed, sat beside him, picked up the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew carefully, and handed it to Zhou Yu's mouth, "Come on , drink this bowl of ginger soup."

Holding Zhong Yue's hand, Zhou Yu sipped ginger soup.

He doesn't like ginger very much, but this bowl of soup has a lot of brown sugar added, so it's not bad. He had a fever and shivered, but now the fever has almost subsided, and his internal organs are warmed up after taking a sip of ginger soup.

"Is it okay?" Zhong Yue asked.

"Yeah." Zhou Yu nodded slightly.

"Lao Lin originally said to add less sugar, and the original flavor of the soup is good for your health. I said you would definitely not be able to drink it." Zhong Yue said with a smile, "Praise me."

"Praise you." Zhou Yu smiled, and wanted to be intimate with Zhong Yue, but suddenly remembered that this was Lao Lin's residence, and dared not move again.

"By the way, where's Lao Lin?" Zhou Yu asked again.

"Going to a meeting." Zhong Yue paused, "I'm going to get angry when I mention this, and you are not allowed to hide it from me in the future, remember?"

"Yeah." Zhou Yu nodded cowardly, and replaced it, he might also be furious now.

"The air conditioner made me sick and you didn't tell me. You were evasive, and you wanted to panic me to death." Zhong Yue raised his hand, wanting to pinch Zhou Yu's face, but seeing his pitiful appearance, he couldn't be cruel. , with a final sigh.

"If he hadn't called me, I wouldn't be able to find you now, right?" Zhong Yue said with a straight face.

"..." Zhou Yu lowered his head guiltyly, and suddenly realized after half a minute, "Old Lin called you?"

"Yes." Zhong Yue said, "Didn't you ask him to call me... what the hell?"

The two were dumbfounded together.

So, Zhou Yu didn't tell Lao Lin anything, but Lao Lin called Zhong Yue directly.

"What is this?" Zhou Yu was a little dizzy, but he didn't panic, "Old Lin knows?"

"He probably doesn't know." Zhong Yue grabbed Zhou Yu's hand and patted him reassuringly, "He probably knows that we have a good relationship. I always go to Huaiyuan to pick you up. His junior sister must have told him."

"That's right." Zhou Yu finally calmed down after thinking about it.

"It's okay." Zhong Yue leaned over and put his arms around Zhou Yu's shoulders, "Even if he knew, he didn't object, so don't worry."

Just as he was talking, the doorbell rang again. Zhong Yue patted Zhou Yu's face lightly, and placed the soup bowl upright for him in the quilt between his legs and hands: "You drink slowly first. , I will open the door."

Zhou Yu was a little speechless with this child-care-like action, but he did eat this set. He slowly poured another spoonful of ginger soup, and listened to Zhong Yue walk through the small living room and open the door: "Lin teacher……"

His voice suddenly stopped, and he called out in astonishment: "Mom?"

This "Mom" surprised Zhou Yu, he sat up straight quickly, and almost spilled the ginger soup bowl, only to see the short and hurried figure of Zhong Yue's mother appearing at the door, quickly put on the shoe covers, and hurriedly Put the things in Zhong Yue's hands into Zhong Yue's hands, and then rushed towards Zhou Yu.

"Baby." She ran to Zhou Yu's side, bent down, and lightly touched his forehead with the back of her hand, "How is it, are you still uncomfortable?"

She speaks Cantonese, but Zhou Yu can basically understand it. What is amazing is that her Mandarin has also improved by leaps and bounds recently.

It may be that when people are sick, their minds are inherently fragile. Seeing her caring eyes looking at me, gentle and worried eyes, feeling the cool back of her hand on his forehead, grievances, surprises, and comforts all surged to the highest level of emotion. There, hotness surged in the chest cavity.

It seems that even in front of Zhong Yue, he would not be so weak.

"Uncomfortable." He whispered, "I have a sore throat."

"It's okay, be good." Zhong Yue's mother patted him on the back lightly, "Let Ayue get you medicine and Auntie make soup for you. When you recover, you won't be in pain anymore."

She coaxed Zhou Yu like a child of a few years old, but it made Zhou Yu's heart sore and soft.

The old scabbed wound faintly glows with the pain of happiness.

Zhong Yue's mother called Zhong Yue to make medicine for Zhou Yu, and asked him to use Lao Lin's stove to boil water. She stayed by Zhou Yu's bed by herself, "Why did you get sick? Did you run a few days ago? Should have Tell your physical education teacher, if the child is not in good health, don't go to physical education class."

It took Zhou Yu a while to realize that it was Zhong Yue who stayed with him that night and called with the excuse that "Zhou Yu had a headache from running". Auntie still remembered it.

"It has nothing to do with that." He said softly, "I just turned on the air conditioner too low."

"You kids don't know how to cool or heat." Zhong Yue's mother frowned, complaining to him distressedly, "Mom is so worried when she's sick now."

She said "Mom".

"Good boy." She comforted Zhou Yu again, "Auntie is going to make soup for you."

Seeing her standing up, as if that kind of gentle and loving affection was about to disappear, Zhou Yu grabbed her arm with the courage he didn't know where he came from.

He looked at Zhong Yue's mother earnestly: "Don't go, I... I'm scared."

Zhong Yue's mother froze for a moment, she didn't understand what to be afraid of in this quiet small room, but in the face of Zhou Yu's mournful eyes, she seemed to suddenly understand.

A look of pity and love appeared on her face as a mother.

Zhong Yue's mother bent down and gently put her arms around Zhou Yu's shoulders. Zhou Yu closed his eyes and leaned carefully on her arms.

Like a ship finally found its port.

When Zhong Yue's mother went to the kitchen, Zhong Yue came out to accompany her. As soon as Zhong Yue came out, he said with surprise on his face, "I called my mother and said that you had a fever. I didn't expect her to come here. Hey, you..."

He suddenly saw Zhou Yu's expression now, he didn't speak any more, reached out, held Zhou Yu's face, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his index finger.

"Don't cry." Zhong Yue said, "We all feel bad when we cry."

"I didn't think about it." Zhou Yu wiped the corners of his eyes, "But I just can't help it."

Zhong Yue smiled, looked at him tenderly, and before his mother came out, he quickly kissed Zhou Yu's forehead, "From now on, when you can't help it, you have to get used to it quickly."

"Nonsense." Zhou Yu turned his eyes away from him.

That day, Zhong Yue's mother made carrot and corn keel soup for Zhou Yu, supervised him to drink several bowls, and when Lao Lin came back from a meeting, she warmly served Lao Lin the soup again, even though Lao Lin had already known from Zhong Yue that his mother was coming, see I was still taken aback by the battle at home.

The teacher and the parents were in the same room, so they chatted about studying naturally. The two of them were sitting at the dining table, and Zhong Yue was by the bed to accompany Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu pricked up his ears and heard them say:

"Ah Yue has made great progress in his studies recently, and if he continues like this, he will have a chance to be admitted to university."

"After we A Yue and Xiao Yu played together, we worked hard every day!"

"Yes, Zhou Yu is a good boy."

BLABLA...

"Good boy." Zhong Yue called him in a low voice.

His yelling was teasing, even though he knew that neither Lao Lin nor Auntie could hear him, Zhou Yu couldn't help but glared at him.

She couldn't stay with Lao Lin for too long, but Zhong Yue's mother insisted that Zhou Yu go to her house for a few days, otherwise she would go to Zhou Yu's place to take care of her.

Now that he said so, and it was already a holiday, Zhou Yu's kindness could not be denied, so he went to Zhong Yue's home to recuperate.

Only then did I know that Uncle Zhong went fishing with others, fishing for grouper, and he couldn't come back for three to five days.

"Which one is your own!" Zhong Yue shouted aggrievedly.

Zhong Yue's mother was studying the recipes, turned around and glanced at them, and smiled brightly: "Both of them!"

In fact, Zhou Yu's illness was not serious, and he passed out for too long that day, and he would be a lively young boy again after another night, but Zhong Yue's mother insisted on stopping him from staying for three days.In fact, he is also willing to stay here, although he can only hold hands quietly here when he stays in Zhong Yue's room, but he is also very happy when he stays with his aunt.

Every day he accompanied Zhong Yue's mother to buy vegetables, and washed the dishes with her after dinner. Zhong Yue's mother smiled and said that she seemed to have another son, Zhong Yue interjected: "Okay! Let him be your godson !"

"That's a good relationship." Zhong Yue's mother said with a smile, "In the future, I will have two daughters-in-law, a grandson and a granddaughter, who will come home to cook dishes for eight people."

Zhou Yu, who was washing the dishes, froze, Zhong Yue smiled and said, "You think it's beautiful."

"Cut." Zhong Yue's mother gave him a blank look, "It's better for us, Xiaoyu, to be good."

Zhou Yu didn't answer, this was a rare time when he couldn't answer, he didn't dare to look into Zhong Yue's mother's eyes.

After dinner, they watched TV together, and the three of them watched movies together. It was a daily repertoire.

Coincidentally, the movie channel is broadcasting a very famous same-sex movie today.

Zhou Yu was stunned when he saw the title of the film, and wanted to slip away, but the auntie didn't know it was a same-sex movie, she only knew that it was famous and very interested. Zhong Yue sat between the two of them, and Zhou Yu could see that he was a little embarrassed, but It should also be a guilty conscience. If the aunt wants to watch it, he will watch it with her.

So Zhou Yu could only sit down and watch with him.

The story of actors and warlords during the Republic of China is well filmed, and the emotional line is not clear throughout the whole process, but it is also very immersive.Especially Zhong Yue's mother is very emotional, watching and wiping tears, sometimes frowning worriedly, sometimes smiling with clapping hands.

With the development of the plot, Zhou Yu also sank into it. The mood of not being able to love, and the sense of taboo, he couldn't help but let him substitute himself.

At this moment, Zhong Yue's mother suddenly said, "Xiao Yu, I don't understand."

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yu quickly pulled his emotions out of the movie.

"This movie is very good, but it's just these two men, how come they talk... like a couple?" Zhong Yue's mother asked.

Zhou Yu's heart trembled.

Auntie's question poked him hard, she didn't understand anything...

He didn't know how to answer.

"Mom, he doesn't even watch movies. If you ask him this question, how could he know?"

When Zhou Yu was struggling with how to answer, Zhong Yue answered calmly: "Let me tell you, they are a couple."

"Ah?" Zhong Yue's mother immediately turned to him, her face full of surprise, "A Yue, don't tease me, can two men be a couple?"

Zhou Yu's heart suddenly rose.

He was obviously just discussing the issue of the movie, but it always made him feel like a rehearsal of certain scenes. He looked nervously at Zhong Yue, hoping that he would not...

Zhong Yue looked at his mother and smiled: "Why not?"