Jing Sui

When it was daylight, I finally reached the edge of the town, and I could vaguely see a small market with noisy voices of men, women and women.

At that time, Ling Qinxu, whose calf muscles were as hard as stones, but whose muscles and bones were as soft as noodles, swayed slowly, and was about to open his dry lips, but suddenly his eyes turned black and he staggered fell to the ground.

When he woke up again, he was lying in a private house. The house was not big, but it was very clean and tidy.

The table is covered with a floral tablecloth, and there are a few cyclamen in the goldfish vase, showing the owner's care everywhere.

Ling Qin subconsciously sniffed the faint fragrance on the quilt, then turned his head slightly to look at the room - he never expected to see a figure by the door as soon as he glanced over.

Looks like it's been standing there for a long time.

Ling Qin was startled at first, but the man's eyes were full of clear and harmless light, he unconsciously calmed down and met his eyes.

The boy looked two or three years older than himself, his peach blossom eyes were slightly squinted, and he looked a little indifferent, and his pearly lips were closed with a beautiful curve, like a continuous mountain range.

It is a more refined appearance.

Xu Shi could see the doubts and uneasiness hidden in the eyes of the other party, and the person at the door explained in a short while: "My name is Cheng Yan, and this is Mrs. Xu's house. I will accompany her this morning. When I went out to buy vegetables, I happened to meet you fainted outside the morning market with a fever, so I brought you back."

Seeing that the other party was still staring at him, Cheng Yan didn't say anything for a while, but he just thought he was sick and couldn't move his mind, so he added another sentence: "I gave you medicine at noon, are you feeling better now?"

Ling Qin moved his head slightly, and found that he didn't feel as uncomfortable as in the morning, but the pain in his throat didn't go away at all, and it was very difficult to say "thank you".

"Hey, the doctor said that your throat is very swollen, so don't talk. Your complexion should have recovered a little. I'll get you some porridge."

Ling Qin quietly looked at his sharp but gentle face, then nodded slightly.

Before Cheng Yan turned to go to the kitchen, he looked at Ling Qin again inexplicably. At this time, a breeze blew in from the half-opened window, causing the plain white curtains on the green lacquered wooden window to sway a few times.

Ling Qin always remembered that scene very clearly, as if Cheng Yan's eyes were filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.

During the period of convalescence, Ling Qin gradually became familiar with the situation here.

It turned out that the owner, Aunt Xu, was in charge of supplying boxed lunches to film and television drama shooting bases in the town. Many film crews who came here had eaten her fried dishes, and all of them were full of praise.

And although Cheng Yan has always dreamed of becoming a master, he has no Bole to lead him away so far, and now he specializes in doing tricks, and occasionally he can act as those third-rate young actors with a lot of makeup by virtue of his ability to practice martial arts since he was a child. The stand-in, the real injury in exchange for just getting an extra card.

Aunt Xu, a middle-aged widow and childless woman, could not help feeling compassionate when she saw Cheng Yan suffer so much at such a young age. The staff always thought that they were the mother and daughter.

After recovering, Ling Qin was introduced by his aunt to find a job as a handyman in the film and television base, and he usually lives with the aunt just like Cheng Yan.It was temporarily settled down.

Every time acquaintances see them going out together, they will laugh and praise Mrs. Xu for her good fortune. It is for nothing that she has such two capable and beautiful sons.Aunt Xu often smiled from ear to ear: "Isn't it!" Then she put her arms around Cheng Yan and Ling Qin's arms one by one, and the wrinkles piled up happily.

About coming to the city and the reason why he fainted, Ling Qin didn't say much, he just said, "The family wants to come out to exercise".

But in fact, that incident undoubtedly left a deep shadow in his heart.

During the day, I am no longer as lazy as when I was at home, but I will take the initiative to help my aunt clean the house; I am no longer cynical in front of others, and always remain humble, polite and taciturn; I seldom wake up at night. He woke up with a start, and the thin jersey was on his skin, which quickly became cold.

The aunt saw that he didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't mention it anymore, and she still treated it carefully without any gaps.

And Cheng Yan looked at him thoughtfully, pretending to be indifferent, but didn't say a word, and just calmly picked up a steamed dumpling and handed it over after the topic changed.

Ling Qin looked at him in surprise, it turned out that steamed dumplings were his favorite food.

——"Thank you." The first thing Ling Qin said to Cheng Yan after his throat subsided was thank you.The voice is clear and waxy, but the words are correct and round.

Cheng Yan didn't reply, but the line of his lips slowly stretched into a beautiful arc, like the edge of a dumpling he was eating.