Summer scorching

The previous joy of fish and water is still vivid in my memory, and the warmth and passion seem to be a little unfinished, as if someone took a feather and secretly scratched her heart.Unable to fall asleep, Yan Xiaoping turned over and pressed against A Bei's back tightly.Maybe it was because of too much passion just now, a lot of beads of sweat oozed from Abei's smooth back, which was a little sticky.

"Are you asleep?"

"No."

"Tell me, how did you feel just now?"

"I don't feel anything," Abei thought for a while, still lying on her side with Yan Xiaoping on her back. The inexplicable exhaustion made her unable to open her eyes, but she didn't feel sleepy at all: "It's like...a finger is broken and bleeding...suck it with your mouth. What about you? How do you feel?"

"It's like, the finger is cut and bleeding. It hurts like hell, but if you suck the wound with your mouth, it doesn't hurt at all. That's how it feels." Yan Xiaoping said, stretching his arms again On A Bei's lower abdomen, it was also covered with beads of sweat, and wherever he touched it, it was as hot as being roasted by charcoal fire.

"Why are you sweating so much? Still so hot?"

"You've been poisoned. I just sucked so many disgusting things." A Bei curled up outward, not wanting to open his eyes or talk, but he still made fun of Yan Xiaoping.

"Here again!" Yan Xiaoping said, pushing Abei past her, and then turned over and rode on her body again: "You are the one who said disgusting, and you are the one who wants to kiss and kiss!" After being stunned for a while, he reached out to turn on the bedside lamp: "What’s wrong with you?"

He was uncomfortable at first, but the sudden lighting made Ah Bei feel even more uncomfortable. He frowned even more tightly, and turned his head to the side: "Turn off the light."

"Do you know that you sweat a lot?"

"Well, how about I go take a shower."

"Don't wash it!" Yan Xiaoping said, lowered her head again, and put her forehead against A Bei's forehead, felt it calmly for a while, and then suddenly stepped off A Bei's body: "You have a fever!"

"Oh, you're mad."

"It's not me!" Yan Xiaoping paused, and then slapped lightly again: "Who are you talking about getting mad?"

"Didn't you say so?"

"I said you have a fever!"

"Oh, you have a fever."

"It's you!"

"Oh, I know."

The bull's head was wrong with the horse's mouth, and Yan Xiaoping was a little out of breath at the moment, just about to pull Abei to confront him, but suddenly felt something was wrong.He covered A Bei's forehead with one hand, and covered his own forehead with the other.The temperature in the palm of that hand was much hotter than it was a minute ago: "You don't have to be burned to talk nonsense, do you?"

Abei was ill, and he applied wet towels for a whole night, and the fever didn't subside until early in the morning.But the signs of the cold are still there, the throat is itchy, the eyelids are heavy as if they have been filled with lead, and the nose runs out from time to time, and the mind is still dizzy, as if someone has been beaten firmly with a sap.I feel weak all over, as if I have been hungry for three or two days, but even if I am hungry, I don't have the slightest appetite.

"Is it better?" Yan Xiaoping said, putting a bowl of white rice porridge on the bedside table, and put a pillow behind Abei's back: "Do you think you can shave your hair casually? You can't shave your head during the first month." .Look, have you caught a cold?"

A Bei didn't care about this kind of feudal superstition that spread rumors. He smiled with the corners of his mouth puckered.

"Do you know what nonsense you said yesterday?"

"what?"

"You said you loved me, but you still called me my wife," Yan Xiaoping stared at Abei in a daze, with a smile on her brows and eyes, expressing her affectionate style with relish.

A Be took a deep breath, closed his eyes slowly, and did not answer.

"Call me my wife again, okay?" "Call me." "Then say one more time: I love you." "Well, please call me one more time?" "Okay, just call me." "Okay..."

"Almost enough," A Bei said lightly, eyes still closed, and turned his head to the side: "You're talking nonsense, why are you so serious?"

Yan Xiaoping glared at it, picked up the white rice porridge and slammed it back on the cabinet: "Forget it if you burn it to death!"

"OK, all right."

"You!" Yan Xiaoping pursed her mouth angrily, wanting to be angry, and pity Abei's sick body, took the rice porridge and stuffed it into Abei's hand: "Eat! I'll change the sheets after eating!" Soaked in sweat, it's time to change.

A Bei still had his usual smile, neither cold nor hot, very light and shallow, somewhere between a frank smile and a knowing smile.He grabbed the spoon again and scooped the rice porridge into his mouth spoon by spoon.

Yan Xiaoping turned and left indignantly, walked away for a while, and turned her face while holding the door frame of the kitchen: "Husband..."

A Bei was drinking porridge, couldn't hold his breath, and suddenly spewed it out.

Yan Xiaoping ran over in a hurry, pulled a few napkins and hurriedly wiped off the white porridge sprayed everywhere, together with the snot that flew out and was still hanging on Abei's face.Seeing that Abei was still coughing badly, Yan Xiaoping wiped it and muttered, "I just want to tell you that there is mustard in the kitchen and ask if you want it. As for not?"

The signs of a cold seemed to be getting worse, and I even heard the trembling of my ribs when I coughed.Under Yan Xiaoping's coercion and temptation, A Bei finally went to a small clinic nearby.The clinic was placed at the doctor's house, and the drip was on for two hours, just in time for the reunion dinner at the doctor's house.It is not appropriate to say that the reunion dinner is just two husband and wife.It is said that the son who works in Hong Kong married a Hong Kong daughter-in-law. He was too busy to go home for the New Year, and he didn't plan to go home for the New Year, but he comforted the two elders on the phone: come back with a big fat grandson for the Spring Festival next year.

The two elders were enthusiastic and invited A Bei and Yan Xiaoping to have dinner together again and again.At first, the two of them declined politely, but when they talked too much, they could only "obedience is worse than respect".Then he raised the salt water bottle high and carefully moved it to the dining room of the doctor's house.

Dr. Xiao helped A Bei to sit down, and Mrs. Xiao specially cooked some light dishes.Yan Xiaoping was the first to raise the orange juice in the paper cup to express her gratitude to the two elders and wish them a long and healthy life and a happy new year.The doctor chuckled, and raised the paper cups together: "Happy, happy, and you too." Mrs. Xiao took a large piece of braised pork and sent it to Yan Xiaoping's bowl, and specially scooped a bowl of crucian carp soup for Abei: "Drink This, I put a little more ginger to remove the fishy smell and drive away the cold.” Abei nodded with a smile, and when he raised his hand, he found that the needle was still inserted in his right hand.

Mrs. Xiao: "You old man, you can't insert the other side!"

Dr. Xiao slapped his head: "Oh, look at me! Come on girl, here's a spoon!"

Mrs. Xiao: "What's the matter with the spoon, girl, don't you think it hurts, let the old man change the side for you?"

A Bei shook his head: "Don't worry, I can do it with my left hand." A Bei is not born left-handed, but because of long-term practice of fancy bartending, the sensitivity and strength of his hands are different from ordinary people.

Mrs. Xiao: "I heard that left-handed people are the smartest. My child is also left-handed, and he has been smart since he was a child. When he was young, he was one of the best in the class. After a while, his grades fell, and he was beaten up by his father, um, As long as I remember, I went to Tsinghua University. I won a scholarship worth tens of thousands of yuan, and I was spotted by a foreign company before I graduated, which is one of the top [-] in the world."

"Tut tsk tsk," the doctor said with displeasure on his face, "Tut, babble, babble, is it interesting? So what if you are smart, so what if you got admitted to Tsinghua University, so what if you entered the world's top [-]? I don’t even want to go home, this child, I think it’s been raised for nothing!”

Yan Xiaoping: "Why is it for nothing? I guess your son is too busy to stay in Hong Kong as a last resort. Think about it, he joined a foreign company, and foreigners don't celebrate the Spring Festival. Even foreigners in China are on holiday, Follow the holidays, but their headquarters doesn’t have a holiday. I don’t know what position your son holds, but maybe he has to work overtime to match the working hours of the headquarters. He works so hard and so tired, isn’t it because he wants to be able to Is there something promising to take care of you?"

Mrs. Xiao patted her thigh: "That's right, our son joined a foreign company. Chinese people have holidays, but foreigners don't. You, just take it easy."

One was 7 years old and the other was 12 years old. Since then, neither A Bei nor Yan Xiaoping felt the warmth from their families.Watching the two elders look sad because of their son, seeing the two elders dissipate because of their son's sorrow, and watching the second elder pick up food for themselves frequently, exchange greetings again and again, and repeatedly ask to take good care of themselves and reassure parents in their hometown.Hearing this, the two people's hearts throbbed for a while, but it was a different kind of throbbing.

A Bei was so determined that he didn't want to admit Huang Shuping and Chen Xinping, while Yan Xiaoping's eyes were already flushed with tears rolling down her cheeks.

Mrs. Xiao: "What's the matter, girl? Why are you crying?"

Yan Xiaoping wiped away her tears, then shook her head with a smile: "No, no!"

Dr. Xiao: "Hey, are you homesick? If you're homesick, go home as soon as you can. Don't care how busy or tired you are at work. No matter how much money you make, it's not a family happiness."

Yan Xiaoping nodded vigorously, trying to hold back, but burst into tears in an instant.

This scene also touched the soft and sensitive hearts of the old couple.They all secretly wiped their tears with their cuffs, but they still smiled and said, "Eat vegetables, eat vegetables."

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