northern migratory bird

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Looking at the boy lying on his bed, Gu Beicheng was a little speechless, and he didn't know why after he easily subdued this ungrateful boy, he still had a fever and brought him home.

Put a handful of dried noodles into boiling water and add an egg.

Gu Beicheng glanced at the child on the bed who was covering his belly and frowning, and took another one to punch in. He closed the lid, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose: Now the best way for people to get hurt is to send them to the hospital, but this guy listens If you say you want to go to the hospital, you don't want to die.

Not wanting to go to the hospital but willing to go home, Gu Beicheng frowned.

Looking at the clock, he felt that he was almost asleep, so Gu Beicheng walked over and picked up the button of his clothes with his hands: "Get up."

"Hmm..." The little gangster snapped open Gu Beicheng's cold hand that touched his neck, and then covered his head with the quilt: "Cool, I want to sleep."

Gu Beicheng's eyelids twitched and felt that he seemed to have misunderstood the situation: "This is my home."

"Brother..." The little gangster's nasal voice was very heavy, he bared his head and looked at Gu Beicheng, his eyes flashed, with a sense of grievance.

Gu Beicheng didn't know what to say for a while, so he took the medicine box: "If you don't go to the hospital, then I will clean your wound."

As soon as the little gangster heard his expression change, he shook his head and dodged Gu Beicheng's hand to grab his clothes: "Don't look at it, don't look at it, I don't look at it! I'm a person with strong self-healing ability, just leave it alone for two days .”

Seeing his resistant expression, Gu Beicheng's face sank and he put the medicine box heavily on the table and put his arms around the boy lying dead on the bed: "You go."

The boy stopped moving, and his bright eyes darkened again when he heard this: "Brother..."

Gu Beicheng: "Have you pretended enough? You didn't get hurt at all, did you?"

The boy frowned when he heard this, his fair face showed a look of surprise, his eyes glanced to the side, wondering what the hell he was thinking.

Gu Beicheng did not allow him to argue, opened the door: "Go out."

The boy was blown by the dry and cold wind outside the door, and thick mist filled his eyes again. He sat up from the bed clutching his stomach, and looked pitifully at Gu Beicheng whose face was colder than the wind outside the door: "Brother ,I really……"

"His fruit knife won't bleed that much even if he stabs it all in." Gu Beicheng stared at his heavy padded jacket indifferently: Besides, your body is also eight centimeters thick, so you can't get it in.

"Brother, it's so cold outside, you just..." The boy's eyes were full of tears, and he called out again to Gu Beicheng. Seeing the man's unmoved expression, he knew he couldn't help it, so he pursed the corners of his mouth and walked out the door Go: "Forget it, then goodbye."

"It's best not to see you again." Gu Beicheng resolutely closed the door, blocking out the pair of bright eyes with a thin layer of frost on the eyelashes outside the door. - Confused.

Sure enough, it snowed at night, and the wind was particularly strong.Gu Beicheng turned off the lights and lay on the bed with his arms pillowed on his head, staring fixedly at the snowflakes flying outside the frosted glass window.

A car drove by outside, and the high beams hit the window, reflecting a big snowflake swaying down towards Gu Beicheng against the upper glass, and it was very clear at that second.

The car passed by, and everything was immersed in the black night again, with boundless silence.

Before Gu Beicheng stretched out his finger to catch the snow, before he could take it back, the hexagonal snowflake in his eyes, which was blinded by the light beam for a moment, suddenly turned into a young and beautiful face smiling brightly at him.

"I must be crazy." Gu Beicheng rubbed his hands, facing the howling north wind, holding an umbrella and buried his head towards the bus stop.

Gu Beicheng didn't know why he felt that the little bastard was there, probably because he felt that the little bastard had a kind of honey relationship with the dilapidated station.

The strong wind blew hard, brightening Gu Beicheng's sleepy eyes, and his eyes fell on the shadows nestled together under the narrow eaves of the station like torches.

"Hello." Gu Beicheng frowned and walked to the side of the little gangster, condescendingly looking down at his snow-stained hair, he couldn't help but handed the umbrella to the little gangster again.

The little gangster didn't respond. He folded his arms and buried his head in the hollow of his knees. After a while, he lifted his face that was flushed from the cold with trembling shoulders.

When he saw Gu Beicheng, his eyelashes, which were wet by the ice and snow and soon froze, drooped and cried, his voice was dry and hoarse, and he kept trembling: "Brother...I was really...really stabbed by him One knife... really... I didn't... I didn't lie to you."

Gu Beicheng squatted down with the umbrella on his neck and got very close to the boy, pushing him away from his big cotton jacket that was already soaked,

There is a torn blood bag hidden under the padded jacket, which is probably used by the gangsters to act scary.

Gu Beicheng frowned, said nothing, and was about to get up.But the little gangster grabbed his finger that he didn't have time to retract, lifted the blood-stained white T on his belly, and pressed his warm finger on his thin belly, "Look, bro, I... I'm really hurt .”

Gu Beicheng was pressed by his cold fingers, and he felt a one-centimeter-long gash on the smooth belly, which was still sticky and bleeding out.It turned out to be really hurt, just not that serious.

"Get up." Gu Beicheng pulled his arm back to pull him up: "Have you heard the story of the wolf coming?"

The little gangster's face was full of pain. Hearing this, he paused and said bitterly, "Brother, my legs are stiff...I can't move..."

Gu Beicheng pursed his lips and looked at his purple lips from the cold. He took off his gloves and passed the umbrella over: "Put on the gloves and hold the umbrella. Your legs are stiff, can you still move your hands?"

"Hmm..." The little gangster moved his lips with tears in his eyes, took the gloves and put them on slowly with trembling fingers, and took the umbrella from Gu Beicheng.

Gu Beicheng turned around: "Come up, I'll carry you on my back."

"Brother, as I said, I can't move my legs." The little gangster said softly, he seemed to have warmed up a bit, and he stopped shaking when he spoke.

Gu Beicheng sighed, his brows were frowned like a river, he turned around and picked up the little bastard, and walked home stepping on the snow in depths and shallows: It was supposed to be warm in bed on a snowy day, but now he was acting bravely ?

The little bastard nestled in Gu Beicheng's arms and did not resist. If he dared to resist, he would be beaten up by Gu Beicheng.

The author has something to say: A certain author: I would like to report to Boss Gu, I have already arranged for you to take it home, what should I do next?

Boss Gu: Wash it, peel it, boil it and eat it.

A certain one shivering: Brother, can you not peel it?Even the skin is delicious...