round spring

With a distance of [-] kilometers, every wind and grass is torture.

——An Yuan's Diary

"Brother Chun, are you really called Dad?" As soon as the call was made, An Yuan closed the door with his backhand, leaning his back against the door panel, and asked Shen Xingchun on the other end of the phone.

"Called." Shen Xingchun just came out of the library, the rain outside had stopped, he called An Yuan while walking to the dormitory.

"But just after I called Dad, he hung up on me in a short while. I don't know how he reacted, and I didn't dare to call him back. Are you home now? How did Dad react?"

"Why do you call Dad so easy?" An Yuan smiled and walked to the bed and sat down, half leaning half on the bed, holding the button on the front of her clothes and playing with it.

"This is what you said before, my father will share half with me. If you call me father, I must also be called father." Shen Xingchun said it very naturally, and then said: "Actually, after I finished calling, I felt a little impulsive, but already I called it out, and I will definitely not be able to take it back. You haven't told me yet, how did Dad react?"

"He didn't react too much," An Yuan said, "but he didn't let go."

When An Yuan came home at night, he saw his father walking back and forth in front of the sofa with one hand on his waist and one hand stroking his hair, with a sad face.

His first reaction was that his parents had quarreled, but Jiang Lan was cooking in the kitchen, looking calm and calm, it didn't look like there was a quarrel.

Seeing An Yuan's return, An Guoqing waved at him, "Xiao Yuaner, come here."

After he finished speaking, he was about to sit down, but finally he straightened up, walked over and put his arms around An Yuan's shoulders, and dragged him to sit on the sofa.

The two were sitting together, An Guoqing asked directly: "Dachun just called my dad on the phone, he called my dad, and he said you two are together now..."

An Yuan thought he had heard it wrong at the time, but seeing his father's reaction, he knew it was true.

He calmed down quickly, his father knew a little bit, he was really angry, or stimulated, it couldn't be like this, he was probably a little shocked, or maybe he hadn't calmed down yet.

After thinking about it, An Yuan nodded and said, "Dad, I'm with Brother Chun. I chased him. I started chasing him when I was 14 and a half years old. He only agreed this year."

After An Guoqing heard it, he hissed, looked at An Yuan and said, "My son chased him first, and he chased someone for six or seven years before he caught him?"

"That's right." An Yuan took An Guoqing's arm and sighed, "Dad, it's not easy for me."

The two of them chatted together, and An Guoqing suddenly felt that their conversation had gradually deviated from his original direction. He shrugged his shoulders, said "hey" and continued: "Stop, stop, this is not the point now ..."

An Yuan hugged An Guoqing's arm tightly again, and began to act coquettishly, "Dad, I really like Brother Chun, the kind who can't do without him, although you may not be able to accept it for a while, but I really can't be with girls Son, I should be born to be different from other people. Brother Chun is not, he was brought by me. I know you are the best. When I was young, you gave me whatever I wanted, and you will definitely not object now. Ours, right?"

"If my objection is useful," An Guoqing said, "then I am against it."

"It's useful for you to object," An Yuan said anxiously, "You are my father, it will definitely be useful if you object, but I will be sad because I am inseparable from Brother Chun, so don't object?"

An Guoqing is indeed still a little slowed down, and now he is following An Yuan's train of thought, and he hasn't said a word he wanted to say.

He asked again: "Do grandparents know?"

An Yuan told the truth and nodded, "Grandma knows, but grandpa probably doesn't know. Grandma said let us get along well."

An Guoqing was a little surprised, "Grandma didn't object?"

An Yuan organized his speech and told his father about Shan Bao. After hearing this, An Guoqing was silent for a long time, then raised his hands and rubbed his face.

It's not that he hasn't seen this kind of thing before. Boys and boys, few parents will agree, and many parents will be like Shanbao's parents.

He couldn't do things that forced him to die. One was his son, and the other was the person who took care of his son's growth.

He knows the characters and habits of the two children. They are good children, but they are different from others.

Seeing that his father was silent and not speaking, An Yuan called him cautiously, "Dad?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." An Guoqing pulled An Yuan's handcuffs away, leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, and his head started to hurt, "It's useless for you to act like a baby now."

An Guoqing didn't let go of his mouth, but he gave the red envelope first. He and Jiang Lan went to Beijing to discuss a project in early May.

He specially went to the school to find Shen Xingchun, the father and father had a drink and had a good chat.

Before leaving, An Guoqing took out a red envelope from his pocket, didn't tell Shen Xingchun what the red envelope was, left it behind, his back was in a hurry, he seemed a little angry.

An Yuan and Shen Xingchun analyzed it for a long time, and finally agreed that his father was acquiescing.

Later, Shen Xingchun asked his father to yell more smoothly, and it became more and more warm.

After May, Shen Xingchun became busier than before. He is a combined master and doctoral student, and he applied for another project after the last one.

In June, I finally had some free time, and slept in the dormitory in the dark, but when I woke up, I woke up in the hospital.

As soon as Shen Xingchun opened his eyes, he saw a person lying on top of his head, staring at him with scarlet eyes, he was so frightened that he immediately sat up and almost fell off the bed.

"Fuck, what the hell?"

Wen Le was also scared by Shen Xingchun's reaction and took two steps back. His eyes were a little inflamed, and now his eyes were bloodshot.

"Dachun, what's your reaction? I've been taking care of you all day before your hospital bed. Your reaction hurts me so much." Wen Le said, covering his chest with his hands, making a sad expression.

The nurse who was changing the dressing on the next bed looked back at them, saw that Shen Xingchun had woken up, and pointed to his hand, "Be careful with the needle on the back of your hand, it's still stuck, and you'll have to pierce it again if you feel flustered later. "

Shen Xingchun followed the nurse's words and looked at the back of his hand. The back of his hand was indeed pricked with needles. His fingers were cold. When he moved, he found that his hand was a little numb and he was not very flexible. He looked around and realized that he was in the hospital.

"Why did I come to the hospital?" When Shen Xingchun opened his mouth again, he realized that his voice was weak, and he was still a little panting. As soon as he spoke, his chest felt tight and his throat felt itchy. .

"Why did you come to the hospital?" Wen Le walked over and patted him on the back, "I didn't wake you up at noon, I thought you didn't remember, I went to have dinner, and when I came back, I kept you awake, Later, when I touched your head, you almost went crazy with fever, and the doctor said it was bacterial acute pneumonia."

Shen Xingchun coughed twice again, wanting to speak, but he was breathless when he spoke.

He nodded to show that he understood, and then touched the bed with the other hand that hadn't been needled, but couldn't find his mobile phone, and then groped in his pocket, but still couldn't find it.

Wen Le took out Shen Xingchun's mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to him, "I'm still looking for a mobile phone when I'm coughing like this, don't worry, Xiao Yuaner called me and said that you didn't reply to the text message or answer the call, but at that time I didn't know you had a fever, what I told him was that you were sleeping in the dormitory."

Shen Xingchun tilted his head and coughed twice, took the phone and looked at it, the battery was only one bar left.

There were several missed text messages and phone calls. The first text message was sent to him by An Yuan the night before yesterday. There were several missed calls. Some were from An Yuan, and some were from An Guoqing and Jiang Lan. He guessed that they were all from An Yuan. Called him.

He called An Yuan back, hung up just after he pressed the call button, and changed to texting again.

He didn't tell An Yuan that he was sick, he only told him in the text message that he just woke up and saw his phone.

An Yuan didn't reply to the text message, and directly called. Shen Xingchun pressed his chest hard to smooth it out, picked up the phone, and coughed "Hello".

Shen Xingchun's voice was very hoarse, and his breathing was heavy.

An Yuan frowned and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with your throat?"

Shen Xingchun said: "I just woke up, I'm still in the dormitory, I haven't woken up yet."

What An Yuan wanted to say, Shen Xingchun looked up at Wen Le, and said, "Xiao Yuaner, I won't tell you now, Wen Le called me, let's send a message to chat."

An Yuan said "OK", Shen Xingchun hung up the phone and coughed a few more times.

Wen Le asked from the side: "Why didn't you tell Xiao Yuan'er? It seems that you are almost becoming Lin Daiyu, with a waxy face."

Shen Xingchun held his mobile phone and bowed his head to send a message to An Yuan, coughing and saying: "Xiao Yuan'er is going to be on vacation soon, and the air ticket for her return has been booked, if he hears that I'm sick and hospitalized again, I'm afraid he will be in a hurry on the way It's not safe, this time he came back by himself, not with his parents."

Wen Le sat at the end of his bed with arms folded, lay back, and pressed against Shen Xingchun's lap through the quilt.

Shen Xingchun kicked up without any politeness, "It's a sick one, don't press my leg."

Wen Le moved to the side again, "I am also sick now, conjunctivitis."

Shen Xingchun patted him next to him, "Come on, half of the bed will be shared with you."

"I won't share the bed with you," Wen Le sat up again with a smile, and asked again: "Don't you want Xiao Yuaner to care about you?"

Shen Xingchun thought, but if An Yuan was in the country, he would definitely lie down and talk to him now.

But not now, now they are too far apart, although it is not a serious illness, but it is like this, can hear, but can not see or touch, can only make the other party worry.

This can be quite frustrating for couples living in different places.

Shen Xingchun really wanted to suppress the cough, but it was really out of his control. The more he wanted to press down, the worse the coughing became. In the end, he coughed until his chest hurt, he felt dizzy, and his whole body was weak. An Yuan sent a message, and then lay down again.

The needle was in his right hand, and his left hand was a little slow to type with one hand. He sent him messages one by one slowly. Wen Le brought him a mobile phone, but not a charger. Fortunately, the battery of his mobile phone is quite durable.

An Yuan made a few more calls to Shen Xingchun the next day, but Shen Xingchun only answered one, and hung up after saying a few words. Shen Xingchun's voice was still the same as before. Listening carefully, he could hear the uncontrollable pain in his throat. rumble.

An Yuan asked Shen Xingchun, and Shen Xingchun also said that he had just woken up from sleep, and that he had been catching up on sleep recently, and basically lay on the bed, and his voice became like this after a long time.

If you say something like this once, some people will believe it, but if you say it twice, no one will believe it.

An Yuan directly called grandma, and grandma really knew that Shen Xingchun was ill.

In the middle, Shen Xingchun received a call from his grandma, who told him that he had sent something to Beijing and told him to pay attention to it when the time came.

It was impossible for Shen Xingchun to hang up on grandma's phone halfway, and he started coughing after speaking a few words. When grandma asked, Shen Xingchun didn't hide it.

Shen Xingchun stayed in the hospital for two days. In the first two days, he had a fever repeatedly. Later, it became less severe, but he still had a low-grade fever. The doctor suggested that he stay in the hospital for another two days.

Later Qi Yunfeng and Geng Bai knew that Shen Xingchun was hospitalized, and they took turns with Wen Le to accompany him in the hospital.

When Wen Le returned to school, Qi Yunfeng and Geng Bai came over together, Qi Yunfeng was playing games with a game console, Geng Bai was eating melon seeds and watching the news, and the two chatted head to head within a short while.

Every time Shen Xingchun opened his eyes, he could see the two of them flirting and flirting, and then he simply turned his back to them.

But when he coughed, he still felt quite desolate in his heart. Others were in pairs, and he was lying on the hospital bed by himself, sending messages through his mobile phone.

The more he thought about it, the more desolate he became, and the more he coughed, the more desolate he became.

When An Yuan pushed open the door of the ward according to the address given to him by Wen Le, Shen Xingchun was sighing with his eyes closed, with needles stuck in the back of his hand.

Qi Yunfeng turned his head and laughed at him, "Why are you sighing?"

Shen Xingchun just coughed and didn't respond.

An Yuan closed the door and walked in.

Shen Xingchun closed his eyes, but his ears were very sensitive. He heard An Yuan's footsteps almost immediately, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

An Yuan was holding a bag in his hand, and was standing two steps away from the head of his bed, looking at him with lowered eyebrows.

Although it is not yet hot in June, the temperature is not low when the sun is shining at noon. An Yuan's cheeks are flushed, her lips are slightly parted, and her chest is floating. It looks like she is running over.

Shen Xingchun knew that An Yuan was angry, he twitched the corner of his mouth at An Yuan, coughed harder on purpose, raised the hand with the needle on the back of his hand, and panted, "Little Yuan, give me a hug... ..."