Mr. Shen's little boyfriend

In class the next day, He Qiutong and Li Siyu were called into the office by the counselor.

Liu Wei is a 50-year-old old counselor with a round body and a Mediterranean head. He is very good at handling students' affairs.

He neither asked what He Qiutong and Li Siyu were doing yesterday, nor blamed them, but asked if there was any difficulty and needed help.

He Qiutong pursed his lips in silence, and glanced at Li Siyu, who looked very haggard beside him, from the corner of his eye. Li Siyu's dry lips moved several times, and finally closed them tightly.

What happened to my younger brother is not a means of gaining sympathy, and there is no need to publicize it.He Qiutong understood Li Siyu's meaning and did not speak.

Liu Wei took a fixed look at them with his cloudy and clear eyes under the lenses, and sighed, "You youngsters, forget it." Finally, he waved them away.

After leaving the counselor's office, the two looked at each other, and He Qiutong suddenly felt a little embarrassed. After all, Li Siyu broke his relationship with Shen Chao last night.

The girl followed him back to the classroom and sat down in a pair of seats with him.

He Qiutong paused, not understanding what Li Siyu was going to do, so he blinked his eyes and didn't speak for a while.

I saw Li Siyu took out a book with a hard cover from his schoolbag, opened the pages, and carefully took a clipped Polaroid photo paper from the inside.

"The little thing Dad bought for Xiaohang just arrived this morning. He liked it so much that he took pictures of it just after he woke up... It's just that the range of activities is not large, and the scenery captured is limited."

"He said, this is the best picture in it, let me bring it to you."

After He Qiutong heard this, he didn't know how he felt, but his heart was suddenly astringent. It was as if something was blocking him. He reached out and took the photo——

It was supposed to be a photo of the sky outside the hospital window taken from a hospital bed.

It was probably because of the pain that Li Hangyu couldn't sleep. The boy woke up very early, and the sky was still bright. The fiery red sunrise dyed the blue sky outside the window red, and the golden rays of light slipped from the gaps in the clouds like ribbons.

There is also a pot of unknown species of green plants on the window sill. Two or three buds are reflected in the mirror, and the shadows against the light are swaying in the breeze, showing some artistic beauty.

Behind the photo is Xiaohang's youthful and sincere handwriting:

Brother Tongtong, I didn't mean to blame you~ When I recover from illness, let's ride a motorcycle together!

Followed by a big. big stick figure smiley face.

He Qiutong looked at it silently for a while with downcast eyes, her nose was a little sore, and even her voice trembled a little: "It's very beautiful..."

He treasured the photo and put it in his wallet, and inserted it into the compartment of the black gold card that Shen Chao gave him.

"How is Xiaohang's situation? And... where's that scumbag? Did you say when the court will be held?"

silence--

I don't know how long it took before the girl's voice gradually unfolded:

"Xiaohang's condition is not very good. The doctor said that his rear injury is too serious, and he may need a long time of treatment."

"That bastard is really not a thing! How can he be so cruel!"

"The court will probably be held next month. I hope he will be severely sentenced to the dregs of society!"

Li Siyu couldn't hide his anger when he spoke, his voice was sharp and mean, and even the people at the front table couldn't help but look sideways.

He Qiutong stared back at the person at the front table, but didn't know how to comfort the poor sister whose younger brother had an accident, so he could only pat the girl on the shoulder in the end.

They didn't have classes in their majors in the afternoon, so He Qiutong still took a taxi to see Xiaohang.

This time, Xiaohang's condition was far worse than last night, and the sound of He Qiutong opening the door failed to wake him up.

Li's mother was standing beside the sleepy Xiaohang's hospital bed. There was a basin of cold water on the stool, and she was wringing out the soaked towel and putting it on the boy's forehead.

But even so, Xiaohang still had a high fever, his previously fair face was flushed red, he could not sleep soundly, would shake his head violently from time to time, and spit out a few unintelligible ravings, as if he had fallen into something terrible. nightmare.

The adults tried to wake him up, but no matter how much they yelled, Xiaohang seemed to be immersed in a dream and couldn't get away.

He Qiutong felt distressed.

He put the limited-edition motorcycle model he specially brought on Xiaohang's bedside cabinet, so that the boy could see it when he got up.

It wasn't until six or seven o'clock in the afternoon that Xiaohang's body temperature dropped to the normal range. He Qiutong helped to call a nurse to pull out the needle that had finished the infusion.

The skin of a child is tender, and no one can bear the needling every day. The backs of Xiaohang's left and right hands are already covered with pinholes and bruises.

He Qiutong took the boy's cold little hand after infusion into his palm and squeezed it tightly until Xiaohang's cold hand was soaked with his body temperature before letting go.

He Qiutong's mind was quite confused, and his eyes fell on the pale and bloodless face of the boy, who was sitting on a small stool beside the hospital bed with his back bent.

In a daze, he suddenly heard Mother Li say "Thank you" to him in a hoarse voice.

He was ashamed of saying 'thank you', He Qiutong came back to his senses and waved his hands quickly.

Just as he was about to speak, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang suddenly. He Qiutong took it out and saw that it was a WeChat call from Shen Chao.

He gestured to Li's mother, went out and walked to the corner of the corridor to pick up the phone. The space here was closed, and there was a slight echo, so He Qiutong had to cover the receiver.

"Hello? Tongtong, are you still in the hospital?"

"Ah."

"I'm driving here, can you wait for me?"

After hanging up the phone, when He Qiutong returned to the ward, Li's mother had already bought the meal - it was the canteen meal in the hospital.

This time He Qiutong didn't stay here to eat, he walked to the bedside and touched Xiaohang's temperature-cooled forehead, then took his leave and left.

He stood at the gate of the hospital and waited for a while before he saw Shen Chao's SUV driving towards him.

Now the weather in autumn has begun to turn cold, and the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves has a kind of indifferent and biting cold.

He Qiutong wrapped his clothes tightly, rubbed his palms and sat in the car with the air conditioner turned on. The warm heat instantly wrapped him up, as if he was lying in a cotton field heated by the sun.

He leaned back in the chair comfortably and let out a long sigh of relief.

Shen Chao smiled slightly and looked sideways at the series of actions of his own children, twisted a bottle of orange juice and handed it to him: "Haven't you had dinner yet? Let's go, Teacher Shen will take you to a restaurant today. Don't drink too much , keep your stomach."

He Qiutong took a sip of sweet orange juice to moisten his dry lips and stopped drinking, "Hey, Mr. Shen is the best~" The voice was soft and waxy, as if coquettish.

His stomach was already growling with hunger, and my own Professor Shen really understood him very well!

He Qiutong tilted his head and took out an orange candy from the small drawer in front of the co-pilot and put it in his mouth. A small bag bulged out of his face, and peeled another one and fed it to Shen Chao's mouth.

Shen Chao opened his mouth, and put the boy's pink fingertips in his mouth. He squinted his eyes slightly, but saw the little guy's ears bursting red suddenly, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He Qiutong was awakened by the burst of laughter, his eyes widened, and he immediately pulled his hand, twirling the fingertips that were trapped by the man.

The temperature of Shen Chao's mouth was much higher than that of his fingertips, the heat seemed to stay at the fingertips, and it was still there.

He Qiutong's eyes fell on his fingers, thinking to himself, and subconsciously pushed the hard candy in his mouth.

Seeing it was so cute, Shen Chao stretched out his hand to poke it, and the little bag moved in the boy's mouth, like whack-a-mole.

After being glared at by the kid, the man withdrew his hands. He Qiutong didn't sleep well these days. Shen Chao's car drove smoothly. After he calmed down, he couldn't help leaning against the glass window and fell asleep.

From the corner of his eyes, Shen Chao never left his little friend. While waiting for the traffic light, he gently moved He Qiutong's head, which was resting on the hard glass, to the soft seat back.

The boy's hairy head felt the familiar temperature, and subconsciously rubbed against his palm, a smile appeared in Shen Chao's eyes.

He Qiutong took a good night's sleep in the car, and was still dazed when woken up by Shen Chao pinching the soft flesh on his cheek.

Shen Chao leaned over from the driver's seat and helped him unbutton his seat belt. The man's pleasant scent of soap locust entered his nose. Coupled with the background of heavy traffic outside the window, He Qiutong had the illusion of being drunk.

After he got out of the car, the feeling of confusion that hadn't woken up was completely dissipated by the cold wind.

Shen Chao walked over from behind, and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker. He Qiutong's hands were wrapped in warmth, and he could touch a few hard candies with his fingertips.

It is too obvious for two boys to hold hands on the road, not to mention that they are still a teacher-student relationship.

This feeling of being so secretive as if stealing love made He Qiutong feel his heart beating faster.

Passers-by pass by from time to time, and every time he bows his head in fear.

But Shen Chao refused to let him do what he wanted. Every time he bowed his head, Shen Chao's hands under the pockets of his clothes would squeeze into He Qiutong's and stroke gently.

The teasing made him feel itchy, but he couldn't resist it.

Until Shen Chao led him into a noble and elegant restaurant mainly decorated in white or gold, the crystal ceiling in the hall illuminated the world brightly, and the well-mannered waiters greeted him.

He Qiutong's eyes fell on his hand that was stuffed into the man's pocket, and he moved uncomfortably, trying to pull it away but didn't.

Shen Chao's big palm with well-defined joints locked his wrist firmly, and he could even feel his own pulse beating under Shen Chao's hands.

"Excuse me, is it Mr. Shen's reservation?"

"Ah."

"Okay. Follow me this way, please."

He Qiutong listened to the conversation between the two, and his eyes met the handsome and polite waiter in front of him——

The other party's expression was frank, and he didn't show any special surprise at the hand they were holding. This person He Qiutong's embarrassment and shyness dissipated a lot.

On the contrary, Shen Chao noticed the situation here, and pulled him into his arms.

The shoulders were pinched, and some warm breath sprayed from the ears: "better than me?"