Zhou Yan

"You really want me to drink this medicine?"

The young man who stepped on was pale and sad, looking at the person in front of him with tears in his eyes.

The soup bowl in the young man's hand was still steaming white. He looked at the young man and paused: "Yes."

"Brother Zhou..." The young man's eyes widened slightly when he heard the words, as if he didn't expect him to be so heartless, his picturesque eyebrows and eyes were covered with a layer of dust, knowing that it was impossible, he still didn't give up: "This medicine, you must drink it." ?”

The young man looked indifferent, as if there was nothing wrong with this matter: "You have to finish drinking."

"Zhou Mingchao, you are so cruel," the young man called out his name, his eyes filled with desolation: "You can think about it, if I drink this medicine, there will be nothing between us..."

"Shen Xian," Zhou Mingchao couldn't bear it after his eyebrows twitched a few times, he handed the bowl to Shen Xian's lips: "This is medicine for your cold, not the rat medicine sold on the street, drink it up."

"Woo!" Shen Xian stopped acting, he smelled the unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and he was already uncomfortable, but this made him look even more wronged: "This is so bitter."

"There's sugar," Zhou Mingchao pointed to the box on the table, "I'll eat it for you after you drink it."

"But I don't want to drink, it's still bitter."

Shen Xian collapsed on the bed, hid himself with the quilt, trying to build a fortress to hide from, just like when he was a child, thinking that in this way he could hide from the things he was afraid of outside.

When Shen Xian was young, he was afraid of the dark and didn't dare to sleep alone, but both the city lord and his wife felt that when the child grew up, he couldn't always be tired of being with his parents, he had to learn to be self-reliant and self-reliant, so little Shen Xian lay on the carved flower bed at night. On the bed, the child has small hands and feet, only five or six years old, and his mind is full of the red-eyed, long-nailed, monsters who eat people and children in the stories the adults told him.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, it seemed that a bad biting thing would come out of those dark places without light at any time, Xiao Shenxian was trembling, so he covered his head with the quilt and lay motionless on the bed, which gave him a great deal of pain. Psychological comfort, it seems that if something covers him, those bad things will disappear or he will not be able to see him.

It's the same now, even if it's amnesia, the subconscious behavior and habits will not change, Zhou Mingchao patted the lump on the bed: "Be good, I also put sugar in this medicine, it won't be bitter."

Zhou Mingchao paused, and added: "A lot of sugar."

He already had a fever, but Shen Xian couldn't bear it after being bored in the quilt for a while, he lifted a corner of the quilt, and when he got out, his face became even redder: "Really, you didn't lie to me?"

Today's Shen Xiaoxian seems to be particularly worried, worrying whether his illness is lying to him, and now he even doubts about putting sugar in medicine.

Zhou Mingchao rubbed his hair, and he seemed to be smiling: "Really, you can recover quickly if you are sick and drink medicine, otherwise it will be uncomfortable. Does the headache hurt?"

Shen Xian nodded honestly, looking at the pitch-black bowl of medicine hesitantly, the fever was really uncomfortable, his head was pulled back and forth with a saw, it was a dull pain.

"Come and try, it's not bitter."

Zhou Mingchao supported Shen Xian's head with one hand, held the bowl to Shen Xian's lips with the other hand, and patiently persuaded: "Drink the medicine, and the disease will be cured."

Zhou Mingchao was really worried about the 15-year-old young master who was sick and refused to take medicine.

Shen Xian glanced suspiciously at Zhou Mingchao, and his mouth touched the rim of the bowl. It's not that children are ignorant. After arguing for a long time, they still know that the medicine needs to be drunk, so they accept it after a few words of coaxing. Brother Zhou is not his parents. , what to do has been coaxing you!

Shen Xian closed his eyes as if death was at home, and with a sigh of relief, he gulped down the bowl of medicine. The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain!

At any rate, it is a traditional Chinese medicine that has been simmered for several hours. Even if it is filled with a bowl of sugar, it is also bitter. "

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Mingchao swiftly stuffed a piece of candy into Shen Xian's mouth, and the bitter taste in his mouth dissipated immediately.

Shen Xian was biting the candy, and his eyes were particularly glistening because of the shedding of eyes today, and Zhou Mingchao's face was reflected in them.

"Brother Zhou," Shen Xian's face was still a little wrinkled: "This medicine is still very bitter."

Zhou Mingchao sat by the bed, his hand was sticky with sugar, and he didn't find something to wipe for a while, so he kept in this position: "Medicine is bitter."

"It's too bitter." Shen Xian lay on the head of the bed, his sickness made him look listless: "It's better not to get sick in the future, not to mention the pain, but also to drink medicine."

Zhou Mingchao hummed, but still raised his hands: "Don't go into the water in winter, you will catch cold."

"No more, no more." Shen Xian shook his head again and again, he thought of something again, and paused: "But, digging lotus root in the pond is really fun, Brother Zhou, do you want to try it together next time?"

"I don't know how to dig lotus roots." Zhou Mingchao tactfully rejected Shen Xian's invitation, and commented on it: "When you came out of the lotus pond last time, it looked like a bird that just came down from the mountain and fell into the mud. A little wild monkey that rolled around."

"I..." Although he was sick, Shen Xian's eyes were not as round as staring, but the movements he tried to do proved that he was not convinced: "It looks like a hardworking farmer who goes out early and returns late. Or, if the wild monkey can understand, it will be angry when it hears what you say."

Zhou Mingchao pushed him down, and then carefully wrapped the quilt around Shen Xian: "Stop making trouble, sleep, and it won't be so uncomfortable when you wake up."

Shen Xian glanced out of the window, the sky was bright and bright, it was time to start busy, but he was already tired, and the medicine he drank had the effect of sleeping, not long after, Shen Xian felt his eyelids a little heavy.

"Then what about you?" Shen Xian was about to fall asleep, thinking that Zhou Mingchao was still beside his bed, he struggled to ask.

Brother Zhou finally came to play with him, how could he fall asleep, it is really rude.

"I'll stay here until you wake up."

Shen Xian felt a little cool on his face, very comfortable. Hearing Zhou Mingchao's words, he was inexplicably relieved. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Shen Xian's skin is very fair, but his eyelashes are very black, long and curled, especially when he closes his eyes, Zhou Mingchao wanted to touch his forehead, but the eyelashes are like two small fans, Zhou Mingchao couldn't help it , dialed with fingertips.

Shen Xian's eyelashes trembled, Zhou Mingchao withdrew his hand and stopped messing around.

A few days ago, because Zhou Mingchao refused to leave the door many times, he was unhappy and depressed, and Shen Xian didn't sleep very well, and he couldn't fall asleep until the middle of the night after tossing and turning.

It has been like this for several days, today I don't know if it's because of the medicine or Zhou Mingchao's arrival, Shen Xian woke up this time, slept from dawn to dark, the outside of the house was dark.

...It is true that I can sleep well.

"Brother Zhou?"

When he was sleeping, Zhou Mingchao found him another thick quilt to cover him, and tucked the corners of the quilt tightly. Shen Xian let out a sweat, although the voice still sounded muffled, it was already much better. .

As soon as he wakes up, he looks for someone.

"I'm here."

Shen Xian looked for the sound.

A lamp was lit in the room, and it looked a bit dark. Zhou Mingchao sat in front of the table where Shen Xian copied books, with most of the books in his hands turned over, and under the candlelight, he looked towards Shen Xian with full eyes.

The gentleman is like jade, and like a beauty under the lamp, he was dazed for a long while, and then rubbed his forehead, which was a little sore and swollen after a day's sleep, trying to cover it up: "Why don't you light an extra lamp, it's not good to watch your eyes carefully."

"I'm close, so I can see clearly." Zhou Mingchao put down his book, picked up the candlestick and walked to the bedside, looked carefully at Shen Xian by the candlelight, and stretched out one hand to touch his forehead: "It's not hot anymore." , Is there any discomfort?"

Zhou Mingchao's voice was soft, and Shen Xian's ears were numb when he heard it, and his not sober mind was mixed into a pot of paste.

"The nose is a bit tight." Shen Xian felt the changes in his body obediently: "Others are fine."

"It'll be all right after a few days of rest," Zhou Mingchao nodded his head with a chuckle, "Is this journey difficult? It's a headache and you're taking medicine."

Shen Xian hugged his head, blinked his eyes, and thought belatedly: Brother Zhou really likes to touch him today!

"Come down and have something to eat when you wake up. My uncle and aunt came here once and used the big lotus root you dug to make pork rib soup for you."

Listening to the phrase "big lotus root", Shen Xian's heart trembled violently, and his hands under the quilt unconsciously closed and loosened.

"The lotus root," Shen Xian said with difficulty: it's not too big, brother Zhou doesn't need to coax me like trying to coax a child. "

Zhou Mingchao was too soft-spoken, if he was a girl, Shen Xian would have suspected that Zhou Mingchao had taken a fancy to him.

"Get up." Zhou Mingchao smiled, took a thick dress in his hands, and made a gesture to help Chen relax, and it looked like he needed to dress him.

No no no, I don't deserve it!

Shen Xian was flattered and jumped up from the bed, his drowsy head couldn't care less, he put on his clothes neatly, Shen Xian lowered his head and tied his belt.

"I'll do it myself. Brother Zhou will take care of me for a day, so why bother Brother Zhou?"

The belt was made of a kind of slippery fabric, the room was a little dark, and Shen Xian's hands were still trembling, but he didn't even fasten it for a while.

Shen Xian lowered his head and struggled with the belt, grabbed the belt in his hand with one hand, crossed the two belts together, and neatly tied a beautiful knot.

Zhou Mingchao touched Shen Xian's face again: "I'll ask Honghu to serve."

Shen Xian: "..."

The ribs had been simmering on the stove. The stew was very soft and the soup was very fragrant. Shen Xian drank a bowl of soup and looked at Zhou Mingchao who was still shaving his bones.

"Brother Zhou, it's getting dark."

Zhou Mingchao put the meat into Shen Xian's bowl, hummed, and added another bowl of soup for him.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Shen Xian spoke more bluntly: "...You are not in a hurry to go back today?"

The action of picking vegetables for Shen Xian stopped, Zhou Mingchao glanced at him, then lowered his head and took out the meat from the ribs: "Your bed can't sleep two people?"

The author has something to say:

When Zhou Mingchao was away, Shen Xianxian said seriously, "Mother, don't touch my head, I'm not a child anymore."

When Zhou Mingchao was around, Shen Xian rolled around on the bed, and even put his face in his hands and acted like a baby: "Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou, Brother Zhou."