power over

Lying on a strange bed with a high fever, waiting for Yang Ke to come back from buying medicine, Yu Zhinian was half asleep and half awake, recalling his 21 years old for no reason.

A very special, tired, bad year, but Yu Zhinian did not completely lose his courage.

At the beginning of October of that year, Yang Zhongyun said that he would come to Heshi to see Yu Zhinian and Yang Ke.

After getting off the plane, he suddenly suffered from heart failure. He went to a heart specialist hospital in Yishi near Heshi for emergency treatment. He had a heart stent and was observed in the hospital.

Yu Zhinian suddenly seemed to have returned to high school life, commuting between the hospital and school every weekend, serving Yang Zhongyun as before, but there was no longer Yang Ke who would accompany him after class.

Yu Zhinian heard that Yang Ke visited Yang Zhongyun several times in the middle of the week, but he had never had any interaction with Yu Zhinian.

Since the last time he fell ill, Yang Zhongyun's body was not as good as before. His body was thin and crumbled like a piece of yellow paper that had been stored for a hundred years.For most of the day, he lay in bed with his eyes closed, breathing weakly.

Yu Zhinian seemed to have been infected by Yang Zhongyun's sickness. Whenever he returned to school from the hospital, he would always have a low-grade fever and be in a trance.

Thinking about it later, maybe it was because of lack of energy at that time that when I went to class from the library, I forgot to put the observation diary book in my schoolbag and was picked up by someone.

Strange to say, it was actually three years ago, but Yu Zhinian could still remember every scene when he closed his eyes.

The cold hospital, still in the ward on the top floor, with different colors, silent assistants and nurses.After what happened in the diary, Yu Zhinian suddenly felt that the hospital was better than the school.

Because the hospital is quiet, he only needs to sit blankly, or read some professional books, write some papers, without much contact with people.

Yang Zhongyun woke up, and he wanted to sit by the bed, sometimes to read some books to him, and sometimes Yang Zhongyun chatted with him.When Yang Zhongyun is in good spirits, he will tell Yu Zhinian about his past.

It's about his old lover again, but for some reason, every time, the version is a little different.

He will also mention his will to Yu Zhinian.

He told Yu Zhinian: "Zhi Nian, I left you something very good, you will definitely like it." Said: "This is the best thing I can leave you after I leave. You will be satisfied."

Yu Zhinian never had any thoughts about Yang Zhongyun's will, so he often refused, saying that Yang Zhongyun had given himself too much, a superior life, a good education, he was already an adult, he didn't need other gifts, he could keep them all. To Yang Ke.

"Yang Ke hasn't been here for a long time." At these times, Yang Zhongyun would suddenly look sad.

Yu Zhinian couldn't help, so he had to pretend that he had a lot of contact with Yang Ke, and said, "He seems to be very busy."

One day, Yu Zhinian went back to school from the hospital. He didn't want to take the driver's car, so he went to the station by himself and took the intercity railway.

I took a taxi back to school, and didn't want to go home, so I walked half a circle around the school and walked to the glass swimming pool next to the gymnasium.

It was a coincidence that Yu Zhinian, Yang Ke and his teammates were training. Yu Zhinian quietly entered through the side door and stood behind the pillar to watch.

The sound of water splashes and whistles came to Yu Zhinian's ears from a place not too far away. He secretly looked at Yang Ke. Yang Ke had swum his own distance, leaned against the edge of the swimming pool, and raised his head slightly.

He looked very proud and handsome.

Even if he didn't know each other, Yu Zhinian thought, Yang Ke was the most handsome among them.

Yu Zhinian watched it for a long time, like watching a movie or drama, everything that happened around Yang Ke, the people around him, had nothing to do with Yu Zhinian.

The voices of their conversation rang dimly in the ears of 24-year-old Yu Zhinian, who was feverish.

Then Yang Ke came back, and the door of the room opened.

He was wearing a shirt, looking not very calm for some reason, carrying a big bag of medicine, sitting next to Yu Zhinian, first took out a box, took out the thermometer, and took Yu Zhinian's temperature.

"It's a bit high," Yang Ke said to Yu Zhinian, "Take antipyretics."

He went to pour a glass of water, took apart the pills, helped Yu Zhinian up, let Yu Zhinian lean in his arms, and fed Yu Zhinian the medicine.

The temperature on Yang Ke's body made Yu Zhinian feel very comfortable. Yu Zhinian staggered and propped his head up, trying to take the pill in Yang Ke's hand, but he didn't get it.

Yang Ke put the pill next to Yu Zhinian's lips, and said to Yu Zhinian, "Hawk it first."

Yu Zhinian didn't have much strength, so he opened his mouth to hold it in his mouth, and Yang Ke fed him water.

I don't know if it was Yu Zhinian's own problem, or Yang Ke didn't feed well, the water in the cup flowed out from Yu Zhinian's chin to his chest.

Yu Zhinian swallowed the pill, felt the water was cold, and wiped it with his hand, Yang Ke immediately took a tissue, wiped it for him, and whispered to Yu Zhinian: "Why are you like a child."

Yu Zhinian didn't speak, but looked at Yang Ke. Yang Ke put the cup aside again, touched his forehead, and said, "Go to sleep again."

Yu Zhinian said "Yes", Yang Ke helped him to lie down, and he looked at Yang Ke who bent over to cover himself with the quilt.

Yang Ke was very close to him, and his expression and movements made people feel safe. He was too kind to Yu Zhinian today, which made Yu Zhi feel flustered for no reason.

"Why don't you sleep?" Yang Ke noticed his gaze and asked him.

Yu Zhinian looked at Yang Ke for a while, and said to Yang Ke: "Yang Ke, after I go back, I still want to move out as soon as possible."

Yang Ke paused when he touched the quilt, and asked Yu Zhinian, "Why?"

"This makes me feel uncomfortable," Yu Zhinian's brain was in a daze, but he seemed to have the courage to tell the truth, "I also feel uncomfortable when you take care of me like this."

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Yang Ke asked.

He didn't seem to understand Yu Zhinian's thoughts, so he showed an almost innocent expression similar to that night when he was wearing slippers and standing next to the car Yu Zhinian called.

"I think I'm stealing something." Yu Zhinian said to Yang Ke.

"I don't understand." Yang Ke said.

"Yu Zhinian," Yang Ke looked down at him, as if it was hard to understand, and said, "That's not what you said when you moved into my house."

"You were—" After a pause for a few seconds, Yang Ke suddenly changed the subject, "You are sick, and you may not be in a good mood. Let's talk about it when you are sick, okay?"

He turned off the light in the room for Yu Zhinian, the curtains were thick, and there was almost no light in the room, but Yang Ke didn't leave either. He sat next to Yu Zhinian, as if he wanted to touch Yu Zhinian's forehead again, but Because it was too dark, it only touched Yu Zhinian's cheek.

Yu Zhinian wanted Yang Ke not to stay in his room anymore, he felt that this made him more painful.It's like going through a hopeless torture, or breaking through to win treasures, but he is not the protagonist, so after the end, he will not get any treasures.Still have to go home alone.

Can Yang Ke not sympathize with him, don't be grateful to him, and don't give him alms.Yu Zhinian hid under the quilt, thinking hopelessly and self-destructively.Can Yang Ke like him?

Yang Ke suddenly said to himself in the dark: "Maybe I need to drink more hot water."

Then Yu Zhinian thought: It seems impossible.