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Sun Yanshi's breath was stagnant, and he quickly squatted down and touched Lang Song's forehead with the back of his hand, which was unsurprisingly hot.

He patted Lang Song on the shoulder: "Xiao Song! Wake up!"

He woke up slowly after calling Lang Song several times. He opened his heavy eyelids and looked at Sun Yanshi blankly: "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Sun Yanzhi's throat tightened, and Lang Song was so tough and independent that he gradually forgot that Lang Song was not yet 20 years old, so that he was used to relying on Lang Song everywhere in his life, so that he forgot about Lang Song No matter how strong you are, you are still a body of flesh and blood, and you will get sick.

He whispered guiltily: "You are sick, do you know that?"

Lang Song pinched the bridge of his nose, sat up with his back on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's not that serious, just a little fever, and it will be fine after a night of sleep."

"Nonsense!" Sun Yanshi's face darkened, "Where's the warm gun?"

Lang Song was a little unresponsive due to the fever. He stared blankly at Sun Yanshi's serious face with his lips tightly pursed, and subconsciously pointed to the bottom drawer of the bedside table.

Sun Yanshi took out the ear thermometer, stuffed it into Lang Song's ear canal, and couldn't help muttering: "The ears are burning red. If you burn it for a while, you will be stupid."

Lang Song swallowed his dry and hot throat, lowered his eyes and did not make a sound.

After a "beep", Sun Yanshi took out the ear thermometer, looked at the number on the display and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "38.2, fortunately it's not too serious, you lie down first, I'm ordering takeaway now, you eat it I’ll take antipyretics for lunch, and if it’s still not good, I’ll have to go to the hospital for an IV.”

"No need," Lang Song grabbed Sun Yanshi's wrist with his hot palm, "No need to order takeaway, I'll make it for you."

Sun Yanshi knelt on the mat with one leg, staring at Lang Song's bright black pupils, and two seconds later, he stretched out his hand and flicked him on the forehead: "You won't die if you eat takeout, if you don't want to eat takeout, How about I make you some noodles or porridge?"

Lang Song had no choice but to compromise and shook his head: "Don't be so troublesome, let's take out."

Sun Yanzhi didn't think he could really make a bowl of porridge successfully, and he hoped that Lang Song would take the medicine sooner, so he asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Not surprisingly, Lang Song replied "whatever".

Sun Yanzhi had no choice but to order Lang Song a porridge with scallop and fish slices according to his own preference at a long-established porridge shop in Jiangcheng.

After ordering the takeaway, Sun Yanshi touched the thin and hard bamboo mat on the floor again. Although he already had the answer, he couldn't bear to ask, "You haven't been sleeping on the floor since the day you moved in, have you?"

Lang Song looked at his "bed" and then at Sun Yanshi, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid of heat." After a pause, he explained, "Yueyue is already five years old, and it's time to cultivate her gender awareness. She and I It’s not appropriate to sleep together again.”

Sun Yanshi asked again: "Then when you lived in the village in the city before, the monkey said that you lived in a very small single room, which was only big enough for a bed."

Lang Song narrowed his eyes and smiled, pointing to the wall: "Like this, draw a curtain to block the middle of the bed."

Sun Yanshi raised his head and saw a milky white curtain rod above his head. Two curtains with pink floral patterns were pulled to the farthest sides. When the curtains were pulled up, they could tightly block Langyue's bed.

Sun Yanshi knew about this curtain, because Lang Song had asked him before if he could install a partition curtain in the room, and he specifically told him to use the no-perforation pole, which would not damage the wall.But at that time, he didn't think much about it, he only thought that the little girl liked this kind of brightly colored small objects, he never thought that this was a privacy barrier erected by Lang Song for Lang Yue.

Sun Yanshi felt guilty and distressed, his heart twisted into a ball, his breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't breathe or swallow it.

Lang Song was always the one who got up the earliest and slept the latest in the family, so that the brother and sister lived in the opposite room for so long, and he didn't realize that Lang Song had been sleeping on the floor at all.

It was okay to say that the weather was hot some time ago. Recently, I can feel the coolness during the day, let alone at night. No wonder Lang Song catches cold and has a fever.

Sun Yanshi sighed, patted Lang Song on the shoulder and said, "Get up, go to sleep in my room?"

"Ah...ah?" Lang Song rarely showed a shocked expression, "No need."

Sun Yanshi couldn't help but said, "Do you want me to carry you there? Or do you want to get sicker and miss work tomorrow?"

Of course, Lang Song didn't want to delay work, and after a battle between heaven and man in his heart, he went into the opposite room with a pillow and quilt in his arms.Of course, he didn't dare to think about how much selfishness was involved in it.

Sun Yanshi didn't go in, leaning against the door frame watching Lang Song cautiously put the quilt on his bed, and carefully sat down next to the edge of the bed, occupying only a small area.

Sun Yanshi raised his eyebrows: "You think my bed is dirty?"

Lang Song shook his head quickly: "No, no, absolutely not."

Sun Yanshi knew that Lang Song was uncomfortable, so he stopped teasing him.He turned around and went downstairs, took two popsicles from the refrigerator, wrapped them in a towel and went upstairs again, Lang Song was still sitting there in a daze.

Sun Yanshi put the self-made "ice pack" into Lang Song's hands: "If you feel hot, put it on your forehead or under your armpits, lie down quickly, and I'll bring it to you when lunch arrives, if you don't want to lie down, then let's Just go to the hospital for a drip."

Lang Song smiled embarrassedly: "It's better not to trouble the medical staff."

Sun Yanshi smiled and said, "Then you go to sleep."

With a "click", the door was gently closed, and Lang Song sat numbly for a while before lying down gently and slowly on the right side of the bed - because the left side is where Sun Yanshi likes to lie down.

Sun Yanshi hadn't been in his and Langyue's room very often, but for various reasons, he often went in and out of this room.Sun Yanshi was still asleep when he came in several times, so he knew that Sun Yanshi liked to lie on his side.

Lang Song turned his head and his eyes fell on Sun Yanshi's soft pillow not far away.After watching quietly for a long time, he slowly raised his head, leaned closer little by little, and sniffed lightly. He smelled a familiar herbal scent—the smell of shampoo.They were actually using the same bottle of shampoo, but he couldn't smell it on himself.

Soybean in the yard suddenly yelled, and Lang Song came back to his senses in an instant. He retreated guiltily, turned around and faced the wall and closed his eyes tightly, covering up the complex emotions surging in his eyes.

After Sun Yanshi went downstairs, he first boiled hot water, and then strolled to a nearby pharmacy to buy antipyretics and cold medicine.In fact, these medicines are available at home, but he reckoned that it was either due or it was time to expire, so he didn't bother to search in the medicine cabinet.

After buying the medicine and returning home, the takeaway just arrived, and the boiling water in the kettle has dropped to the temperature just right for the mouth.

Sun Yanshi put the porridge into a white porcelain bowl, poured hot water, took antipyretics, and carried it upstairs on a small tray.

Lang Song didn't fall asleep, but he was dizzy from the fever, and his whole body had no energy.Although I was very embarrassed, I didn't try to be brave any more. I quietly finished my porridge, took my medicine and lay back down.

Sun Yanshi went downstairs briskly, feeling a little happy.He has always been under the care of Lang Song, and today it is rare for him to take care of Lang Song, and he has a faint sense of accomplishment in his heart.But he immediately realized that his thoughts seemed to wish Lang Song to get sick, so he rubbed the corners of his lips to make himself serious.

Lang Song was in good health. After taking medicine and sleeping, the fever subsided in the afternoon, and Sun Yanshi felt relieved.

At night, the two disagreed about where Lang Song slept.

Sun Yanshi felt that Lang Song was just right, and he could no longer sleep on the cold ground, so he asked Lang Song to sleep on his own bed, and he would just make a bed on the floor for a while.

Naturally, Lang Song refused, saying that he was already well, and it didn't matter if he slept in the yard. What if he recovered and Sun Yan caught cold while sleeping on the ground?

Langyue scratched the door frame, watching the two argue without knowing why, her eyes were full of worry.

Sun Yanshi crossed his hips, afraid of frightening Lang Yue, so he had to compromise and let Lang Song go back to his room to sleep, but he took out the quilts from the top cabinet and forced Lang Song to put them on the mat. Satisfied, he went back to his room.

In fact, he also thought that it would be fine for the two of them to sleep in one bed, anyway, his bed was big enough for three or four people, but he felt guilty and immediately dismissed the idea.Although he only regards Lang Song as his younger brother and has no selfish love, he is indeed gay.He couldn't help but think, if Lang Song found out about his sexual orientation in the future, what would he think of sleeping in the same bed with gays? Would he feel disgusted and disgusted?Or pretend not to know, politely stay away?

The more he pondered, the deeper Sun Yanshi thought, and he couldn't help wondering if Lang Song had already guessed something from other people's gossip?Does Lang Song really not understand the meaning behind Lei Bin's foul words?

However, Lang Song's performance all along did not seem to know anything.

Sun Yanshi flinched, suppressed his reverie, and didn't dare to think about it.

Although Lang Song's illness is cured, the matter of sleeping on the floor still needs to be resolved. Lang Yue is getting bigger and bigger, no matter physically or psychologically, she needs a separate room, and it is really not suitable for her to live with her brother.

After much deliberation, Sun Yanzhi only came up with two options - either change the room or change the bed.It is obviously unrealistic to change houses. Even if he buys a house immediately, he will not be able to live in it for half a year after waiting for decoration and formaldehyde removal.

Therefore, the only thing we can do now is to change the bed.

He told Lang Song what he thought. He told Lang Song that he wanted to replace the bed in his room with bunk beds and let Lang Song move into his room.

Sun Yanshi thought that Lang Song might refuse, but to his surprise, Lang Song only hesitated and then nodded.

Sun Yanshi had some concerns at first, but Lang Song's calm attitude quickly relieved him.

A few days later, the home furnishing store came to assemble the bed. This time, Lang Yue's bed was also replaced with a solid wood princess bed suitable for little girls.

After the bunk beds were installed, Sun Yanshi chose the top bunk.Because Lang Song got up early and went to bed late, it was more convenient to live in the lower bunk, and he lived in the upper bunk when he was in college. Although the quality of the bed was very different, there was a kind of nostalgic intimacy.

Lang Song was tidying up the messed-up room, and Sun Yanshi climbed to the upper bunk and sat down, and suddenly asked, "Xiao Song, did you live in a school dormitory when you were studying?"

"No, I've always lived with my parents."

Sun Yanshi patted the bed board: "Do you think this looks like living in school?"

Lang Song raised his eyes and looked at Sun Yanshi, and nodded seriously: "Like."

He thought in his heart, if possible, I hope it's not "like", but that I actually lived in your lower bunk.