Jiang Heng's star

Jiang Heng didn't feel sleepy after tidying up, and Jiang Xingyu couldn't sleep peacefully until his fever subsided, so he lay down next to Jiang Xingyu and played with his mobile phone.

The x-mail icon on the phone kept flashing. Jiang Heng clicked on it to see that it was a message from Lu Qing.

Lu Qing: I forgot to ask you just now, how is your headache, why haven't you asked me to get medicine for a while?

Jiang Heng was taken aback, and then remembered that he had almost never had a headache since living with Jiang Xingyu.

His headache was a long-standing problem. He had been checked several times but could not find out the cause. He could only rely on the painkillers he had taken with Lu Qing for a long time.

And now, Jiang Xingyu is the cure for his headache.

Jiang Heng smiled lightly, touched Jiang Xingyu's face affectionately, and then sent a message to Lu Qing: No need to take medicine, since Xingyu came, I haven't felt any pain.

Lu Qing: Tsk tsk tsk, love still has this kind of effect, but it's okay, too much painkiller is not good.

Lu Qing: I'm going to bed first, Xingyu just has a cold, so he made such a fuss, he didn't sleep at this point because he wanted to keep watch.

Jiang Heng didn't reply any more, and took Jiang Xingyu's temperature every once in a while while swiping his phone, and he felt relieved when his temperature returned to normal.

He also felt that he seemed to be making a big deal out of a molehill. If this matter was placed on himself, he would not take it seriously at all.But if it was placed on Jiang Xingyu, he would be in a mess, wishing he could replace him with his own body.

It turned out to be true that feelings can make people lose their minds, but he enjoyed it.Pulling Jiang Xingyu into his arms and hugging him gently, Jiang Heng fell asleep peacefully.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Xingyu didn't feel any discomfort anymore, but felt that the bed was warmer than usual, and there was a bracelet around his waist that didn't belong to him.

Jiang Xingyu turned around gently, lay face to face with Jiang Heng and watched quietly.Perhaps it was because Jiang Heng slept too late last night, and now he still looks sound asleep with his eyes closed.Although he has never been able to tell whether his appearance is good-looking or not, he thinks that Jiang Heng must be good-looking, so he couldn't help stretching out his finger to poke Jiang Heng's cheek lightly.

Jiang Heng's eyes were still closed, but he precisely grasped Jiang Xingyu's fingers with his hands, put them to his mouth and kissed him, and then held the other's entire hand and would not let go.

Jiang Xingyu: "Brother?"

Jiang Heng opened his eyes with a sullen smile, and asked, "How long has Xingyu been awake, is he feeling alright?"

Jiang Xingyu nodded, "I'm fine."

"Xingyu, we won't go to the company today, let's take a day off." Jiang Heng kissed Jiang Xingyu's forehead lightly, "Brother is going to cook, Xingyu will get up and wash up and wait for brother, okay?"

Seeing Jiang Xingyu obediently agreeing, Jiang Heng rushed into the kitchen after washing up.

Today, he was going to cook Jiang Xingyu a porridge with fish fillets and lean meat. It is most suitable for people who are sick and have a bad appetite.The bottom of the porridge was dense and full of ingredients, and Jiang Xingyu realized that he was very hungry when he smelled the aroma of the porridge.

"Xingyu, is it delicious?" Jiang Heng was a little apprehensive, this was his first time cooking porridge.

Jiang Xingyu nodded. This bowl of porridge was sweet and delicious, and it was the best porridge he had ever eaten.Fearing that Jiang Heng would not believe it, he took a mouthful with a spoon and handed it to the other party's mouth, staring at Jiang Heng with bright eyes, motioning for Jiang Heng to take a bite too.

Jiang Heng didn't eat porridge with Jiang Xingyu when he ordered another takeaway, because he didn't like porridge by nature.But seeing Jiang Xingyu feeding him himself with a spoon, he took a bite with the spoon.His evaluation of himself was passable, and in his opinion, what he gave Jiang Xingyu could not be too good.

After the meal, the two sat on the sofa again, Jiang Xingyu watched the video on the tablet, and Jiang Heng replied to the text on the phone.

The main ones were Li Jincheng and Zhang Yaling. Apart from telling them about work, they also responded to their concerns about Jiang Xingyu's situation.Especially Zhang Yaling always wondered if Jiang Xingyu couldn't eat because she fed too much.

Jiang Heng was not going to tell Zhang Yaling the truth, so he hinted that she should feed less.The first reason was because he was afraid that Jiang Xingyu would overeat; the second reason was that he didn't want other people to occupy too much weight in Jiang Xingyu's heart.

Jiang Heng took out the painting Jiang Xingyu drew for him from the study room, handed it to the other party, and asked, "Does Xingyu remember this painting?"

Jiang Xingxing tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied, "Remember, Xingyuhua's brother."

"Can Xingyu tell brother why he drew his brother?" Jiang Heng wanted to ask this question for a long time.

Jiang Xingyu also couldn't think of the reason, and quietly looked at Jiang Heng's gentle smiling face on the painting, "Because... because it looks good?" He wasn't sure if it was the reason.

Jiang Heng couldn't help laughing, "Brother, what's so good-looking? Ming Xingyu is the prettiest one."

Jiang Xingyu asked suspiciously, "Me? Pretty?"

"Well, of course! Xingyu doesn't believe it?" Jiang Heng picked up the phone from the table and said, "Come on, let's take a photo."

It was only then that Jiang Heng remembered that he and Jiang Xingyu had been together day and night, and they hadn't even taken a photo together.

"Xingyu, look here."

Jiang Heng raised his phone, looked at the angle and pressed the camera button.

The photo showed the two of them, one with deep eyebrows, handsome and handsome, and the other with picturesque eyebrows, beautiful and delicate.Sitting side by side, the two couldn't tell the perfect match.

Jiang Heng immediately set the photo as a screen saver and said, "Look, Xingyu, the photo is ready."

Jiang Xingyu turned his head to look at the phone. The self in the photo felt a little strange. He rarely looked in the mirror and almost never took pictures. He didn't know much about his appearance.It can be said that even if a person with the same appearance as him passed him by, he would not take a second look, because he could not recognize himself at all.

Jiang Xingyu couldn't help touching himself on the phone, and muttered, "This is... Xingyu?"

Jiang Heng suddenly felt distressed, "Does Xingyu seldom take pictures?"

Jiang Xingyu nodded. Orphanages generally took group photos, but the children thought he was weird. No one wanted to take pictures with him, and he himself didn't like the noisy environment where a group of people gathered together, so he almost didn't take pictures. Photo taken.

Jiang Heng kissed Jiang Xingyu's forehead distressedly, and said softly: "In the future, my brother will take pictures for Xingyu. Every year, every season, every festival, we will take pictures to commemorate."

Jiang Xingyu nodded, and touched his forehead unconsciously, the warm feeling seemed to be still there.His chest was a little hot, and it felt a little like a fever.

He wondered what the gesture meant.

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Sorry for being late. . .I went to beat the king with the code, and then I was so angry that I was half dead.