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Zhang Chuli glared at him: "Didn't you see that the child is sick?"

"Xiao Zongzong is sick? What's the matter? Have you seen a doctor?"

"Look, the doctor said it was just a fever, and it will be fine when the fever subsides, and he prescribed medicine." Lu Wanger explained, frowning again, and said worriedly, "But I think my brother is very serious, and he has been cold all the time. , the doctor won’t make a wrong diagnosis, right? Grandpa, is my brother okay?”

"Song Jinyi watched it, right? He said he's fine, why are you so nervous? You're making such a fuss." The old man didn't take it seriously at all, and continued humming a little song, sniffing again, "Mmm, um, why should I I smell sour noodles, did you make hand-rolled noodles?"

"This is for Xiaozong, the child is sick, so you want to take a bite?!" Zhang Chuli snorted.

"If you don't want to eat or not, I'll just ask if it's okay? Hand-rolled noodles, I haven't eaten for a long time."

Lu Wange took the man upstairs, put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt and tucked in the corners of the quilt, kissed him on the forehead and said, "I'll serve the noodle soup, don't move, it won't be cold after drinking the noodle soup." , I'll be right over."

Only then did Lu Wanzong open his eyes. Due to the fever, his eyes were glowing, the water was rippling, he pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, let's go."

Such a tired smile actually made Lu Wanger blush, obviously so weak, yet damn handsome, with a sense of vicissitudes.At this time, we should pay attention to his condition. It is really a disaster for the country and the people.

Lu Wange turned around in a hurry, just as Aunt Zhang said downstairs, "The noodles are ready, do you want to eat?"

"Well, I'll serve it."

Zhang Chuli was a little surprised. Although she saw that Lu Wanzong was wrapped tightly when entering the door, she still didn't expect that he didn't come downstairs. Lu Wanzong was always awkward and had never eaten in the study, let alone the bedroom.

I remember that in the first year of high school, he suffered from acute gastritis, vomiting and diarrhea, he was so weak that he could hardly walk, and he had to go downstairs to eat at mealtime.

Lu Wange took it for granted that his brother was so seriously ill that he would definitely have to eat in bed, so he came over to serve the noodle soup, and went up again without stopping.

Zhang Chuli said to herself: "That's good too. I can rest a little longer. I'd like to rest more. He's only willing to listen to Ge Ge's words."

Lu Wange brought the noodle soup and put it on the bedside table. With Lu Wanzong's eyes closed, he helped him up and put a pillow behind his back: "Get up and lean on, and sleep after eating the noodle soup."

After the person was seated, he brought the bowl over and took a spoonful awkwardly: "Open your mouth and eat."

Lu Wanzong dimly opened his eyes, glanced at his young man, raised the corners of his mouth, and opened his mouth to eat.

This position is uncomfortable, and Lu Wange's feeding skills are even worse. He is still on the bed, and every food is out of date, but it makes him feel infinitely happy. Spring flowers bloom all over the branches overnight, warm and reserved beauty.

Lu Wange heaved a sigh of relief when he saw him finish eating, and thought about his childhood in disappointment.

He was in the second grade at that time, and he had a fight with his classmates and lost. He already knew shame and failure, and was very depressed.Called Lu Wanzong at home, insisted on him coming back, cried loudly, no matter how much Lu Yuanming coaxed him, it was useless.

Lu Wanzong came back by the night bus, and appeared in front of him early in the morning, bringing him his favorite chocolate cake, and that's it, put him on the chair, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.He still remembers the look in his eyes, quiet and doting, his eyes are so beautiful.

He subconsciously met his eyes again, Lu Wanzong hugged him in his arms, and murmured with a smile: "My Xiaoge has grown up."