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It was almost noon when I returned to No. [-] Middle School from the funeral home.

The school simply gave them a holiday, and asked everyone to go to dinner first and then continue class in the afternoon.

"Let's go eat." Qin Mo greeted everyone with a sigh.

"Let's go," Lu Kaisheng responded, "Eat something and study hard."

Chu Yan's head was dizzy, and he was about to follow everyone in a daze when someone pinned his shoulder suddenly.

Then he heard Huo Qiao's voice: "You go eat first, I have something to do with Chu Yan."

"Oh fine, let's go first then." Qin Mo said.

Huo Qiao let out a "hmm".

Chu Yan became more awake, and he blinked and looked at Huo Qiao.

Huo Qiao's brows and eyes are cold and handsome, and there is a little helplessness in the dark and beautiful pupils.

"Have you forgotten what I said?"

Chu Yan opened his eyes slightly, and then remembered that when he was in the car, Huo Qiao said that he would take him to see a doctor when he came back.

It's not that he doesn't remember, it's just that he just lost his mind and didn't realize it, so he quickly said, "I'm sorry..."

Huo Qiao helplessly raised his hand to touch his forehead, and frowned at the heat on Chu Yan's forehead.

"stupid."

He took Chu Yan to a nearby community hospital.

The nurse took Chu Yan's temperature, which was 38.5°C.

Huo Qiao glanced at Chu Yan expressionlessly.

Knowing that he was wrong, Chu Yan lowered his eyes and gently tugged at the corner of Huo Qiao's clothes, cheered up and said, "It's not uncomfortable."

Huo Qiao: "..."

Huo Qiao simply didn't know what to say about him.

Chu Yan's face was pale and his energy was not good, but he still lied and lied to him that he was not feeling well.

Huo Qiao looked down at Chu Yan and remained silent.

Chu Yan couldn't help feeling a little anxious, he asked Huo Qiao: "Are you angry?"

Huo Qiao paused, his voice was slightly cold, "You're so stupid, you don't even know you have a fever."

Chu Yan blinked, and whispered to Huo Qiao, "Don't worry."

He looked at Huo Qiao obediently with his dark deer eyes, which really made Huo Qiao feel ruthless towards him.

Huo Qiao let out a light breath, "I won't worry if you get well sooner."

The waiting room is filled with the unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and there is a large area of ​​white, which always gives people a cold vision.

Chu Yan saw that some patients came alone, and he couldn't help but think that if he came alone, he would probably feel very lonely.

In fact, Chu Yan could tell that Huo Qiao didn't like hospitals. In the past, Huo Qiao was injured in a fight and would never choose to come to the hospital to treat his wounds.

But just because he had a fever, Huo Qiao brought him here without saying a word.

When Huo Qiao spoke, a cold expression appeared on his handsome face, and he looked a little unhappy.But Chu Yan seemed to be able to see his hidden anxiety and concern for himself from Huo Qiao's dark eyes.

What's more, Huo Qiao said in person that he was worried about him.

Chu Yan blinked his eyes, the subtle warmth that came from Huo Qiao warmed his whole heart.

He lightly hooked Huo Qiao's finger, and wanted to tell Huo Qiao that he would recover soon, when the number on the electronic screen of the fever clinic just called him.

Huo Qiao's reaction was much faster than the sick Chu Yan's. When it was almost Chu Yan's turn, he stood up, took Chu Yan's hand and walked to the outpatient room.

Chu Yan was taken aback.

He looked at Huo Qiao's back, Huo Qiao's back was straight, and he was as handsome as Xiuzhu. Just holding hands with Huo Qiao made him feel happy and secure.

Chu Yan quietly clenched Huo Qiao's hand, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.

The doctor asked Chu Yan a few questions, and asked him to do a routine blood test. Chu Yan's lips became paler after all the trouble.

Fortunately, his condition was not serious. The doctor prescribed medicine for him. He and Huo Qiao went to the pharmacy to get the medicine and left the hospital.

There are some small restaurants near the hospital. Huo Qiao looked around casually and asked Chu Yan, "What do you want to eat?"

Chu Yan actually didn't have much appetite, he felt very tired, so he just shook his head and said to Huo Qiao, "Eat what you want."

Huo Qiao couldn't hide his emotions.

Huo Qiao frowned slightly, "No appetite?"

Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, and could only say, "I'm not hungry yet."

"Eat as much as you want." Huo Qiao said.

He went to a porridge shop to buy some light food. To Chu Yan's surprise, Huo Qiao didn't choose to eat in the shop, but took Chu Yan back to Yulan Huating with a package.

Entering the warm and familiar house, Chu Yan suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and felt like returning home.

He froze for a moment, it turned out that before he knew it, he had already regarded this place as his home.

Huo Qiao uncovered the vegetable porridge he bought for Chu Yan, pushed it in front of Chu Yan, and stuffed a spoon into his hand.

Chu Yan looked at Huo Qiao's light porridge that was exactly the same as his own, and his nose was a little sore. He took a spoonful of porridge with a spoon, lowered his eyes and said:

"Actually...you don't have to make do with me like that, I'm really fine."

Huo Qiao looked down at him, and slightly curled his lips.

"It's not about to be."

Huo Qiao once saw a saying in a movie, saying that he likes a Nan@风@勤@family member, and it would be sweet to accompany him to endure hardships.

At that time, Huo Qiao was the most scoffing at the so-called love, so naturally he didn't feel much about this kind of talk.

But only now did he realize that it was not entirely groundless that he fell in love with someone.

Huo Qiao was like an iceberg with only one-eighth of it above the water. Chu Yan only saw Huo Qiao eating light porridge with him, but he didn't know that Huo Qiao was thinking in his heart that he would rather be sick instead of him.

Even speaking was restrained, Huo Qiao never said more about those more meaningful words.

Chu Yan opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Huo Qiao didn't say any more, just touched his face, "Get better soon, huh?"

Chu Yan blushed, he felt that Huo Qiao was so gentle today.

Perhaps it was because of the fever that he became much bulkier. Chu Yan felt as if two hearts were performing a duet in his chest, bang bang, bang bang, as if reverberating, loud and clear.

Huo Qiao's hands were cool, which made Chu Yan feel very comfortable.

He couldn't help rubbing Huo Qiao's hand like a kitten, the hot skin left a warm and hot touch on Huo Qiao's fingers.

Chu Yan's appetite is not good, and after eating some, he can't eat anymore.

I'd rather see Huo Qiao more for a meal.

——He ate very slowly, and he had to look up at Huo Qiao after taking a bite.

It seemed that Huo Qiao's handsomeness could fill him up more than food.

Huo Qiao also let him see, seeing that Chu Yan couldn't eat, he didn't force himself.

After the meal, he finished packing the lunch box, poured another glass of water for Chu Yan, took out the antipyretic medicine and watched him eat it.

Chu Yan was really tired. He hadn't had a good rest in the past two days, and he was trying to hold himself up by talking to Huo Qiao and the others earlier.

After taking the medicine, he felt a little sleepy, so he lay down on the armrest of the sofa and closed his eyes.

It was probably because Huo Qiao's sofa was really comfortable, and he fell asleep as soon as he fell asleep.

Chu Yan's sleeping face was quiet, and the dark circles under his eyes were still obvious on his fair complexion.

Huo Qiao looked at him, then bent down and picked him up.

He carefully placed Chu Yan on the bed in the bedroom, covered him with the quilt, and lowered the curtains.

The bedroom suddenly became dark, Huo Qiao reached out and turned on a small lamp on the wall.

The warm orange light laid a soft layer of light, which was not dazzling. Huo Qiao looked at it and saw that Chu Yan was not disturbed, so he left the room to ask Yu Man for leave.

……

Chu Yan didn't sleep well this time.

He had a dream.

In the dream he was in a car.

At first, Chu Yan didn't realize that he was in the car. When he opened his eyes, he saw the scene speeding past outside the window. He felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

At this moment, his body jolted, and Chu Yan felt that he was "hugged" tightly.

This feeling is very strange, no one came to hug him, but he just felt that he was hugged tightly.

Then he saw a porcelain white jar, with a pair of white and slender hands on both sides of the jar.woman's hand.

Chu Yan looked up along those hands, and saw a woman in black with a beautiful but haggard face.

The moment he saw the woman clearly, Chu Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide, choked his throat with a "Mom", and then the corners of his eyes became moist uncontrollably.

The feeling of being bound that had always existed before disappeared, and Chu Yan saw more people clearly.

Uncle driving, grandpa sitting in the front row, mother and grandma sitting in the middle row, and grandparents sitting in the back row...

Chu Yan wanted to call someone, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

He turned around in a hurry, trying to say hello to his relatives in the car, but they didn't seem to see him.

Chu Yan noticed that everyone looked very sad, and he also became sad. He hugged every relative and tried to comfort them.

But it didn't work, Chu Yan sighed in frustration.

Only then did he remember what those familiar scenes flashed by outside the window—he returned to his original world.

Chu Yan couldn't attract their attention, so he had to sit next to his mother, and he buried his face in his mother's arm with nostalgia.

After driving the car for a long time, Chu Yan didn't recognize the scenery outside the window at all.

He was a little dazed, wondering where he was going.

The car drove into a large garden, and Chu Yan saw many evergreen pines and cypresses planted in the garden.

Chu Yan felt that such a large garden should have a name, but the strange thing was that he didn't see the inscription, but there were many white stone tablets in the garden, but the strange thing was that there were no words on them.

He was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was sitting on a stone tablet.

Chu Yan was taken aback, thinking when did he sit on it, it was so impolite.

He wanted to go down, but the feeling of being restrained appeared again, and he was immediately anxious.

At this moment, he saw a man in a black suit running towards this side quickly.

Chu Yan suddenly became happy, and waved vigorously to the man, "Dad!"

Dad didn't come empty-handed. He also brought Chu Yan's favorite chestnut cake. Chu Yan recognized the logo of Nano's house at a glance, and there was always a long queue for their cakes.

In the third year of high school, Chu Yan has limited time, and it takes two weeks to have the opportunity to buy one.

Chu Yan watched his father put the cake on the steps in front of the stele.

"I got it, Yanyan likes to eat this the most." Dad panted, his voice sounded strangely out of tune.

Chu Yan nodded again and again, "Yeah, I really like it."

He felt puzzled again, why didn't his father give it to him to put it on the ground.

Just as Chu Yan wanted to remind his father, his mother said, "That's fine."

He saw his mother unpack the cake box and bring out the cake inside.

It looks like something fell on the cake, more than one.

Chu Yan was startled, and after a closer look, he realized that it was her mother's tears.

Chu Yan saw that grandma and the others burned a lot of paper, the wind rolled the paper, and the fire burned very vigorously.

He was blinded by the smoke, and felt his eyes sour for a while.

Chu Yan rubbed his eyes, then raised his head and saw his father took off his glasses to reveal a pair of red and swollen eyes.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault."

Dad covered his face with his hands: "It would be nice if I went to pick up Yanyan that day."

Chu Yan saw a water mark wet his father's palm, and a drop of water rolled down his father's palm to the ground, splashing a small splash on the ground.

He opened his eyes wide and realized that his father was crying.

Dad, who had never cried before, was crying.

Not only my father was crying, but also my grandparents, grandparents, and uncle all had red eyes.

Chu Yan's heart ached, he began to climb up from the stone tablet he was sitting on with hands and feet, and shouted anxiously while climbing, "Don't cry..."

But he couldn't get up and didn't know why everyone was crying. He blinked and suddenly felt very sad. Chu Yan murmured, "I'm fine..."

As soon as his words fell, the sense of restraint that trapped him suddenly disappeared.

Chu Yan fell heavily to the ground, he stood up dizzily, and saw that there were writings on the stone tablet that he thought was a whiteboard.

——"Tomb of Aizi Chu Yan".

There was a bang in Chu Yan's head, and he opened his eyes wide.

"It's not Dad's fault, no..."

He was in a hurry: "Look at me, mom and dad, look at me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Chu Yan couldn't stop saying, his throat was hoarse.

Chu Yan could only say "I'm sorry" over and over again.

Probably his voice finally had an effect, Chu Yan saw her mother wiped her tears and hugged her father: "Okay, okay, it's not your fault, Lao Chu, don't be like this—"

……

"Chu Yan, Chu Yan? Wake up!"

Chu Yan opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes couldn't focus for a moment, and then he slowly saw Huo Qiao who was frowning in front of him.

"You're having a nightmare." Huo Qiao said.

"Huo Qiao..."

Chu Yan blinked slowly, and his voice became hoarse when he spoke.

Huo Qiao poured Chu Yan a glass of water, "Drink some water first."

He helped Chu Yan sit up, and brought the cup to Chu Yan's mouth.

Chu Yan lowered his head and took a sip of water.

He still hadn't recovered from his senses, and in a daze, a tear fell into the cup in the blink of an eye, followed by a crisp sound, followed by slight ripples.

Chu Yan's body was drenched with sweat. Looking carefully, his body was still shaking slightly.

Huo Qiao put down the cup and patted him on the back lightly, "It's all right."

Chu Yan stared at him blankly, and it took him a long time to react, and moved his body forward, "I... I am dirty."

"fine."

Huo Qiao frowned, he pressed Chu Yan's body, and held him in his arms.

His breath enveloped Chu Yan, making Chu Yan feel at ease.

Chu Yan trembled slightly, he hugged Huo Qiao's neck tightly, and buried his face on Huo Qiao's shoulder and neck.

Then Huo Qiao felt that his exposed neck was wet.

Huo Qiao didn't ask anything, just hugged Chu Yan tightly and patted him on the back lightly.

Chu Yan buried herself in Huo Qiao's arms for a while, then straightened up embarrassingly.

"Is it better now?" Huo Qiao asked.

Chu Yan nodded.

He bit his lips, with a dazed expression: "It turns out that it's so uncomfortable to see someone you care about because you are sad..."

Huo Qiao stared at him without saying a word.

Chu Yan covered his face with his hands for a while, then raised his head to look at Huo Qiao, and he tried his best to bend the corners of his lips.

"Did I scare you, sorry."

"I, I just had a nightmare..."

He lowered his eyes and said, "I dreamed that I... died. My mother was very sad when they attended the funeral."

"Is it strange?"

Chu Yan pursed her lips, "It should be... I had this dream because I attended Lao Lu's funeral today."

Huo Qiao looked down at Chu Yan trying to explain.

He patted Chu Yan on the back and said softly, "I know."

Chu Yan looked at him blankly.

"I don't think it's strange." Huo Qiao said.

He hooked his lips, "You're so stupid, I won't find it strange to do anything."

Chu Yan was stunned for a moment, "Why is this so?"

My heart was relieved.

He hugged Huo Qiao's waist tightly, and Huo Qiao hugged him back.

Huo Qiao wouldn't tell Chu Yan that he whispered several times in his sleep when he was dreaming.

Father, mother, grandparents, grandparents, uncle... and I'm sorry.

Huo Qiao knew that Chu Yan's family was only Wang Mei.

Chu Yan also felt that Chu Yan's mood today was not right.

Especially after attending Lao Lu's funeral, Chu Yan couldn't control his emotions all the time. In fact, when he thought about it carefully, Chu Yan felt very wrong when he saw Lao Lu's family.

Huo Qiao remembered that the last time Chu Yan showed such a distressed expression was when he attended Su Nianqing's birthday party.

At that time, Chu Yan said sadly that he also wanted to celebrate his birthday.

It's not that I don't know Chu Yan's special features, such as study, calligraphy, violin... Chu Yan's eyes, personality, and money view that occasionally surprise Huo Qiao.

But to Huo Qiao, Chu Yan is Chu Yan.

Whatever day Chu Yan wants to celebrate his birthday, Huo Qiao will celebrate his birthday on that day.

Huo Qiao will trust him unconditionally and like him unconditionally.

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