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Outside the classroom is the twilight, and the classroom is full of voices.

Yao Anyu pulled the bell for the last class, as if his butt was on fire, he rushed out without his schoolbag.

"Hey, wait a minute." Xiang Jingxuan grabbed him by the door.

"What?" Yao An was a little anxious and trotted on the spot.

"Skipping class again?" Xiang Jingxuan asked.

"Correct."

"Four times this month." Xiang Jingxuan looked through the registration book in his hand rather helplessly, "The swimming team has already finished training, Upon that, how can I give you a sloppy eye?"

Upon is their homeroom teacher, with a round and plump body, and everyone calls him "Fatty" in private. Considering that he teaches English, he is called Upon.

Yao An didn't think it was disobedient: "Then don't fight, just say that I ran away."

Based on the sense of responsibility to save the troubled boy, Xiang Jingxuan persuaded him: "Don't run away, the exam will be next week."

"No!" Yao An said immediately, "I shouldn't have come today."

He stared at the air tightly, unable to tell whether it was regret or anger.

Yao Jianqi had a dream.

He was on fire, the skin all over his body peeled off like baking varnish, fell into the mud and flickered, he picked himself up piece by piece and put them together on the transparent place, not caring where they were originally, the blue blood vessels on his side The space is penetrating and ugly.Until a heavy rain fell like pulses, the dream turned out to be in the shape of a wind pot, and when it was filled, it let him rippling in the middle of the lake.

When I opened my eyes, the last button had been fastened.

Yao An wrapped him in a camel-colored blanket, carried him out of the steamy bathroom, and walked downstairs step by step through the steam.

Yao Jianqi rested his pillow on Yao An's shoulder, and he was noticed just by moving his eyelashes as usual.

"Are you awake?" At the corner, Yao An turned off the switch of the chandelier on the stairs.

Yao Jianqi responded with a slight wink.

"I took a bath for you, and I'll drink a glass of water later." Yao An pushed the bedroom door open with his back, "Sleep on my bed tonight."

Yao Jianqi didn't say no as usual, maybe because he didn't have the strength, he rolled into the quilt peacefully, the quilt was warm.

An antique chandelier was lit in the living room, half turned on, orange, Yao Xinping was sitting on the sofa, and Yu Wan was squatting by the coffee table, holding an ashtray and emptying it into the trash can.

"There is boiling water on the dining table." She said when she heard footsteps.

"Yeah." Yao An walked towards the dining table, poured half of it into Yao Jianqi's usual ceramic cup, took a sip, and found that the water temperature was just right.

"How is it?" Yao Xinping put down an unlit cigarette.

"Back off a little," Yao An said.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yu Wan put down the cool ashtray, smiling apologetically and reassuringly.

Yao An still wants to ask her something, but this short time is not enough.It seemed that they could only reach a tacit exchange, and the medium was Yao Jianqi.

Yao An didn't sleep that night, so he used a temperature gun to measure Yao Jianqi's temperature every half hour, watching them decrease by one decimal point and noting the interval between them.

Nearly 3 o'clock in the morning, Yao Jianqi's temperature suddenly rose to 39. Yao An changed the thermometer and measured it again, 39.4.

He hurriedly opened half of the window to ventilate the room, wiped Yao Jianqi's body with a wet towel, and fed him two antipyretics.

An hour later, the body temperature still hadn't changed. After half an hour of tormented waiting, the result remained the same. Yao Jianqi's whole body was as hot as after a snowstorm.

Yao An felt a burst of fear.

"See you?" He called in Yao Jianqi's ear.

What answered him was Yao Jianqi's rapid breathing.

He ran to the first floor, took a bottle of white wine from the wine cabinet, and dabbed it on Yao Jianqi's hands and feet with a cotton swab.

It was only later that he realized that this method was wrong, just like applying toothpaste on burns was also wrong, but at that time he only remembered this method. Grandma also took care of him in this way when he had a fever when he was a child. Outdated science often has a kind of ignorant tenderness.

After finishing all this, Yao An lay down under the quilt, hugged Yao Jianqi face to face, and pressed against his forehead, feeling his hot breath brushing between his nose and lips, a small presence.

For the first time, Yao An suddenly wanted to cry.

When Yao Jianqi woke up in the morning, the first thing he saw were Yao An's eyes.

It seemed like he hadn't looked at these eyes so closely for a long time. There were melted snow and a whole night of waiting in them.

"You scared me to death." Yao An's voice became as hoarse as his.

"Why." Yao Jianqi said in a low voice.

Yao An tried his best to close his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, as if he swallowed some emotions together, and now they were lying on a pillow, he hugged Yao Jianqi tightly, full of the afterlife.

"Are you afraid of my death?" Yao Jianqi didn't let go of any of his wandering emotions.

"Don't say it!" He is a person who often talks about the word "death", but now he can't even listen to it.

Yao Jianqi smiled, which seemed to be the first time he had laughed in so many days.

"I'll be fine." He lifted his chin slightly and kissed Yao An's nose, "I promise you."

Yao Jianqi took nearly a week off to recuperate at home.

During the period, the low-grade fever was intermittent, but it was no longer as serious as that night, and my appetite gradually returned, and I became more energetic, and occasionally drew and sketched.

Once he was wearing a yellow sweater and cardigan, his ankles were crossed, and the circle on the hem of his socks looked like a young weed. He sat on a rocking chair in the yard with a pen in his hand, enjoying the wind.

After Yao An finished school, seeing this scene, he slipped him back to his bedroom without saying a word, and wrapped him in a eiderdown quilt.

"You're still sick, do you know?" Yao An stretched out a finger and warned him, "Try running around again."

Yao Jianqi took out his hand from under the quilt, shook off the sketchbook, and said half-complainingly: "You almost broke the painting."

"Is painting important?" Yao An took off his coat and grabbed the collar of his sweater. He ran every step of the way, and he was sweating in the cold weather.

Yao Jianqi leaned on the soft pillow at the head of the bed, saw him tossing about for a long time, and his hair was caught by the buttons on his clothes, so he beckoned: "Come here."

Yao An sat down, the top of his head was a mess, when he lowered his head, he looked like a large, docile dog. Yao Jianqi stepped forward and helped him carefully separate the buttoned hair.

"I called Teacher Jiang to ask for leave today, and she said that you haven't drawn your competition work yet?"

"painted."

"Ah, when?"

"Yesterday." He untied the entanglement smoothly, and helped Yao An take off the sweater in one fell swoop.

"Not taking a good rest." Yao An stroked his hair, "What did you draw?"

"I can't tell you yet," Yao Jianqi said.

"Hey!" Yao An shook the sweater vigorously, got up and pulled two clothes from the cabinet at random, "I don't want to know."

Yao Jianqi nodded: "That's good."

As a result, he came back from the shower, and when he lay back under the quilt covered in damp heat, he said relentlessly, "I'll give you another chance."

"Sleep." Yao Jianqi closed his eyes and turned his back to him.

"..."

Yao An lay down with Yao Jianqi for a little while, maybe more than a little while, then put on the blanket again, took his body temperature, then sat back at the table, turned the desk lamp to the lowest brightness, bent one leg, and held his hand Elbows resting on his knees, he began to do his half-work.

When he finished writing the last one, he heard Yao Jianqi turn over and his soft snort.