round spring

I'm not that nice to everyone.

——An Yuan's Diary

"What do you mean by that?" An Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Who else should I treat?"

The redness in Shen Xingchun's eyes was obvious, and his breathing and nasal sound were obvious because of the fever. He still had a headache, but after hearing An Yuan's words, his headache became even worse.

The eyelids were kept open, heavy and heavy, Shen Xingchun closed the eyelids again, retracted his neck, pulled the quilt over his face again, and stopped talking to An Yuan.

An Yuan looked at Shen Xingchun, who only had a crown of hair left, this time he didn't lift the quilt covering his head, and leaned beside Shen Xingchun, looking at him through the quilt.

Shen Xingchun was in a daze for a while, but before An Yuan lifted the quilt, he had difficulty breathing after a long time, so he lifted the quilt by himself, pulled the quilt down, and covered his mouth and chin.

In this posture, the skin on the back of Shen Xingchun's neck and the root of his neck were all exposed. Seeing that his neck was covered with sweat, An Yuan poked the back of his neck with his fingers and asked, "Do you want to wipe it off for you?" body?"

"Don't rub it." Shen Xingchun was afraid of itches, An Yuan poked his neck, and he shrank under the quilt with all his strength.

Seeing his reaction, An Yuan laughed, and poked his neck with her finger again, and he shrank once he poked Shen Xingchun.

In the end Shen Xingchun let out an "oops" and said, "Stop poking it, itchy."

Shen Xingchun's voice sounded like he was impatient, but it was more of dissatisfaction, and An Yuan didn't know what he was dissatisfied with.

An Yuan didn't poke him this time, went out to fetch a basin of hot water, and washed the towel that had just been placed on his forehead.

This time An Yuan didn't ask any questions, and directly lifted Shen Xingchun's quilt, Shen Xingchun didn't resist, and didn't reach out to pull the quilt to cover his face.

Seeing that he didn't move, An Yuan reached out to unbutton his pajamas, but this time Shen Xingchun reacted, and grabbed An Yuan's wrist with his backhand, and said in a low voice, "I really don't need to wipe it."

An Yuan broke free, did not continue to unbutton Shen Xingchun, directly pulled off his collar, wiped the back of his neck with a towel, and then wiped the front of his neck after wiping.

Shen Xingchun felt itchy, but he didn't move. After wiping off his sweat, he did feel a lot better.

An Yuan wiped Shen Xingchun's back and arms again, and when he turned around to pour water, he caught a glimpse of the dartboard hanging on the wall.

The dart needle is still there, but it's not the one he pricked before he left. His dart needle that night wasn't pricked on the red heart, but now it's in the very center. It looks like Shen Xingchun pricked it himself.

An Yuan didn't look much. After pouring the water and returning to the house, he walked to the wall. Now that he was tall, he didn't have to look up. The dart needle was right in front of his eyes.

He stared at the dart board and asked Shen Xingchun: "Brother Chun, I thought you would throw away the dart board."

Although Shen Xingchun kept his eyes closed, he didn't fall asleep. At first, he had a headache that was about to explode, but now he's a little better.

All his attention is now on An Yuan, listening to him walking up and down the room, and now suddenly quiet, he knows that An Yuan is watching the dart board, and whispered: "It's not a problem, I sometimes play.

An Yuan looked at it for a while and didn't continue to ask, and lay down next to Shen Xingchun on the kang.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the memory of that winter and that night still popped up unprepared, and the images in his memory did not disappear or even fade with time.

It was like a silent movie, scrolling back and forth in front of my eyes.

Even thinking about it now, An Yuan still feels uncomfortable, hurts, and his chest is swollen with tightness.

He has been back for so many days, and the two of them have never talked, and they have never had a suitable opportunity to talk.

Shen Xingchun didn't say anything, An Yuan didn't take the initiative to speak up, and now that Shen Xingchun is ill, it's not a suitable opportunity

Anyuan didn't turn off the light in the hut, it was always on.

Shen Xingchun didn't sleep well all night. In his dream, he was hot and cold, his head was dizzy, and his body was spinning around. Even if he was lying down, he felt like he was floating on water, and his sleep was restless and unsteady.

Shen Xingchun was a little dizzy with fever, he kept talking in his dream, but his voice was very low and hoarse, An Yuan got up several times and pressed against his lips to listen, but in the end he couldn't hear what he said clearly.

After An Yuan lay down, she didn't sleep and took Shen Xingchun's temperature every two hours.

Shen Xingchun started to have a fever again in the middle of the night, the temperature was even higher than before, it almost reached forty degrees, and he was already in a coma.

After An Yuan took his temperature, he saw that he was naked, and ran out to knock on the door of his grandfather's room. Grandma and An Guoqing were also startled.

Grandpa checked Shen Xingchun again, and finally gave Shen Xingchun an injection of antipyretic medicine on his ass, and hung him with two bottles of water.

An Guoqing stood beside him wearing a coat, touched Shen Xingchun's head and asked, "Why do you still have a fever?"

An Yuan also reached out and touched the top of Shen Xingchun's head, and replied: "My brother finished drinking at noon, and was outside blowing the wind all afternoon, and he was freezing."

"I knew I wouldn't drink with him," An Guoqing scratched his head and said, "Dachun has been drinking with me with a wine glass, so I have been drinking with him."

"He doesn't usually drink too much, and he didn't wear a hat when he was asked to wear it before going out. It's probably because he heard that Xiao Yuan'er has a date, and he's worried about his lack of a date."

Grandma said next to her, she thought of An Yuan's partner and looked at An Yuan, "Xiao Yuan'er, next time you come back, bring your partner back together and show us."

"When did I have a date?" An Yuan suddenly turned his head and looked at grandma with puzzlement in his eyes.

Grandma looked at An Guoqing again, "Your dad told us, you don't have to be embarrassed, Xiaoyuan, it's so normal to have a partner at this age."

An Yuan took a breath and looked back at his father, and gave An Guoqing a look of "When did I tell you that I have a date".

An Guoqing didn't understand the meaning in An Yuan's eyes, thinking that An Yuan hadn't told him about it before, he said with a smile: "You don't have to hide it, what a big deal, grandma is right, the partner is so normal Ah, although you didn't say it, I already knew about it, and with the vigor you used to send text messages with your mobile phone, it was obvious that you were the target."

The next morning, Shen Xingchun's fever subsided, but he started to cough again, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak, and his whole body was as wilted as an eggplant beaten by Shuang.

Shen Qiu wanted to play with him but he pushed him away, he was afraid of infecting Shen Qiu.

Shen Qiu went to find An Yuan, but An Yuan stayed by Shen Xingchun's side all the time, Shen Qiu was bored by himself, so he went to find An Guoqing again.

An Guoqing likes children, the old and the young happily go to the yard to build a snowman to play.

Shen Xingchun had a fever last night and sweated a lot, his head was sticky and uncomfortable, when he washed his face, he washed his hair directly, and coughed while washing.

An Yuan heard him coughing outside, and Shen Xingchun was washing his hair with the water in the basin when he went in to look.

An Yuan took a look into his basin, and could tell at a glance that Shen Xingchun used cold water.

He went straight over and poured out the water from the basin, "You still have a cold, so why don't you wash your hair with cold water?"

There was still water in Shen Xingchun's hair, he kept bending over, and said, "My hair is so short, I just take a couple of brushes with me when I wash my face, and I'm too lazy to pour hot water."

An Yuan knew that Shen Xingchun had this habit, but he still poured a new basin of warm water for him, and put the basin on the shelf for him.

Shen Xingchun lowered his head and continued to wash his face and hair, while An Yuan stood behind him and tugged at the hem of his sweater.

Shen Xingchun was not used to someone standing behind him, so he moved two steps to the side, coughed and said, "Don't pull."

"Your sweater collar is wet if I don't pull it." An Yuan was still standing behind Shen Xingchun, and when Shen Xingchun walked, he followed suit. He kept standing behind him and pulled his sweater for him. When he heard him cough, he patted him again. back.

An Yuan saw that Shen Xingchun was only splashing water on his head, and asked again: "Do you want shampoo?"

"Yes." Shen Xingchun stretched out his hand to touch it, but did not touch the shampoo.

An Yuan took the shampoo bottle for him, and squeezed a little into his open palm, but she didn't control the strength well, and squeezed out a little too much.

Shen Xingchun didn't even look at it, and wiped it on his head directly. In the end, An Yuan changed several basins of water for him to rinse off the foam on his head.

After breakfast, grandpa prescribed some other medicine for Shen Xingchun, and specially asked grandma to boil him a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine.

Shen Xingchun took medicine with great difficulty. After taking the pills, he found that there was still a bowl of black and steaming traditional Chinese medicine. He wrinkled his nose and refused: "I don't want to drink this, Grandpa, I just have a cold."

Shen Qiu laughed at him from the side: "Brother Chun is still afraid of taking medicine at such an age, he is ashamed." She said, and scraped her cheeks with her fingers.

Shen Xingchun sat in front of the table with his head propped on his arms, looking at the dark bowl and frowning.

Grandpa pushed the medicine bowl towards him, "Hurry up and drink it, Xiaoqiu is already making fun of you, I'm going out to see a doctor."

After the grandfather finished speaking, he turned around and went out. An Yuan walked to the place where the grandfather was standing just now, took the medicine and pushed it in front of Shen Xingchun's eyes, as if he would not leave if he didn't drink it.

"This is the medicine you picked up from the mountains with your grandfather in summer. Grandpa said it works, and you will be fine after drinking it." An Yuan said.

Shen Xingchun dawdled for a long time, picked up the medicine bowl and brought it to his nose to smell it. Just smelling the bitter smell, he felt his head buzzing, and he felt a little nauseous after smelling it.

"Pinch your nose and pick up the bowl, and it will dry up in one sip. The traditional Chinese medicine will be more bitter when it is cold, so drink it while it is hot." An Yuan urged him aside, and after urging him, he pinched his nose and raised his head, showing him a demonstration.

Shen Xingchun dawdled for a long time before imitating An Yuan's movements, holding his nose with one hand and holding up the bowl with the other, he really drank it in one gulp.

The bitter taste started from the tip of the tongue, from the throat to the stomach, and then ran through the internal organs. He felt that every cell in his body was bitter.

"Brother Chun, open your mouth." An Yuan had already walked beside Shen Xingchun.

Shen Xingchun stuck out his tongue bitterly, and suddenly felt something more in his mouth, followed by a sweet and sour taste from the tip of his tongue, it was candied fruit.

An Yuan propped his chin and looked at him, "I didn't like to take medicine when I was young, and you coaxed me like that. After I finished drinking the medicine, you put a candied fruit in my mouth, is it sweet?"

Shen Xingchun rolled the candied fruit on the tip of his tongue, rolled it around in his mouth, and soon the sweet and sour taste spread in his mouth, bit by bit covering the bitterness in his mouth.

Shen Xingchun chewed the candied fruit, raised his head and smiled at An Yuan.

An Yuan also laughed, he didn't specifically explain to Shen Xingchun that he didn't have a date, and he didn't know what Shen Xingchun was awkward with him at first, but now he had a guess in his heart, and this guess made him a little bit excited .

He guessed that Shen Xingchun's sudden awkwardness was not only because of the few glasses of wine he drank, nor was it because of the sudden discomfort, it seemed that it was only because of him.

Although this feeling was very strong, he could see it from Shen Xingchun's eyes.

But An Yuan was still a little scared, and Shen Xingchun's rejection for so many years made him feel that it was impossible, he was afraid that he was being self-indulgent.

An Yuan propped his chin and sat on the chair next to Shen Xingchun, watched him lower his head and slowly chew the candied fruit, and asked again: "Brother Chun, how am I treating you?"

With candied fruit in his mouth, Shen Xingchun nodded with an "um", and said vaguely, "It's pretty good."

An Yuan smiled, and said, "I'm not nice to everyone, you should know that."

An Guoqing stayed for another day before leaving. Before leaving, he made several red envelopes for the New Year, including grandparents, Shen Xingchun, An Yuan, and Shen Qiu.

What Shen Qiu loves most is red envelopes. Before he left, he asked An Guoqing when he would come next time. An Guoqing hugged her and said he would come as soon as he had time.

Jiang Lan called in the middle, asking her grandparents if they would like to go to Guangzhou with An Guoqing to celebrate the New Year.

Grandparents couldn't leave, and Shen Qiu was too young, so he couldn't talk about it. An Guoqing finally went back by himself.

Shen Xingchun was almost healed, and he still had a little cough. The grandfather of traditional Chinese medicine prescribed him a three-day dose, three times a day, one in the morning, one in the middle of the night, and one in the evening.

Every time An Yuan watched him drink, and stuffed candied fruit into his mouth after drinking.

Every time An Yuan asked Shen Xingchun if it was sweet, sweetness must be sweet.

But when An Yuan asked, Shen Xingchun didn't always talk, sometimes he said sweet, sometimes sour, and sometimes he said it was bitter in his mouth.

As long as Shen Xingchun said it was bitter, An Yuan would stuff another candied fruit into his mouth, until Shen Xingchun said it was sweet, the most time An Yuan stuffed seven candied fruit into his mouth in a row.

Both of Shen Xingchun's cheeks were bulging, and finally he muttered "sweet".