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Meng Huaize was in pain from the mouthful of blood for a long time, and fell asleep at dawn, and when he woke up, it was almost noon, he opened his eyes still a little dazed, always felt that it was unreal that he was still alive.

Wu Yue asked him: "Wake up, does it still hurt?"

He seemed to realize that there was someone next to him, turned his head to look at Wu Yue, with the same expression, as if Wu Yue was more unreal than him being alive here.

Wu Yue stretched out his hand to pinch his face, but when he was about to touch it, he remembered the weak appearance of this person last night, the strength in his hand was removed, and it became a caress as light as a joke.

Meng Huaize looked at him more like looking at a monster.

Wu Yue was a little annoyed by him, and his strength suddenly increased, he pinched Meng Huaize's face viciously, and frowned unhappily: "Why do you look at me like this?"

Meng Huaize was pinched so hard that he grinned, only then did he confirm that it was indeed that heartless wolf cub.

The autumn sun was not too strong even at noon, Meng Huaize sat under the eaves of the porch with his thick clothes on, holding his new wooden box in his arms to watch.The wooden box was not exquisitely made, and many places were not jointed very well, but Meng Huaize couldn't help laughing while watching, and was even reluctant to put it down from his arms.

Wu Yue straightened up a few steps away with a cattail fan, saw him looking at the wooden box, and asked, "How about it, is the wooden box I made very good?"

Meng Huaize nodded: "Very good."

Wu Yue's eyes and eyebrows became more and more smug, like a golden painting stretched out.

There are some things that Meng Huaize doesn’t want him to be complacent about, such as pouring blood into him. Last night, the pain that was so intense that he wanted to die passed away. She has a sharp nasal voice, but when Meng Huaize thinks about the pain last night, he feels chills in his heart, and he never wants to do it again, even if most of the illness has recovered, he can't tell Wu Yue.

But Meng Huaize doesn't mind making him more proud about some things.

He looked at Wu Yue, smiled and said, "It's the best wooden box I've ever seen."

Wu Yue held up the cattail fan, the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears.Meng Huaize reached out and touched the medicine stove next to his leg, Wu Yue squatted down contentedly, and waved a cattail fan vigorously.

But not long after he was proud, the cattail fan in his hand suddenly stopped, and he looked up at Meng Huaize with some guilt: "The fire is gone."

He had only sparked a small flame, and he hadn't overcome the great strength of his excitement.

Meng Huaize reluctantly moved to the side of the stove, helped Wu Yue ignite the fire again, then moved back to his original position and sat down.

Wu Yue was a little dissatisfied with the distance he opened: "Why sit back there, can't you just sit here?"

Holding his suitcase in his arms, Meng Huaize just smiled and didn't speak.

Sitting here, he can take in Wu Yue's eyes just by raising his head.

The sun was setting quietly, and the small courtyard was quiet. Meng Huaize was sitting on the porch, basking in the warm sunshine, resting his chin on the new wooden box Wu Yue made for him, quietly watching Wu Yue frantically cooking for him. Medicine, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl into a smile.The time is quiet and the years are peaceful. He feels that the ultimate happiness in his life is nothing more than this.

The medicine boiled, and the bitter smell filled the courtyard. Wu Yue wrinkled his nose when he sniffed it. Meng Huaize, who wanted to drink the medicine himself, was indifferent. Not worth mentioning to him.

Halfway through the medicine, Wu Yue went into the house to get the medicine bowl, Meng Huaize got up to go and look after the stove, but halfway through he heard a knock on the door outside the courtyard.

Meng Huaize was too ill and lay down for too long, walking was still a little buoyant, stepping on the ground as if stepping on uneven cotton, he responded and walked to the gate of the courtyard, but he was stunned when he opened the gate.

Standing outside the door was Cai Zhiniang who had ignored him for several months.

The brief surprise passed, Meng Huaize quickly came back to his senses, and asked with a smile: "Ma'am, what's the matter?"

Cai Zhiniang's eyes fell on his still sick face for a moment, and then she quickly moved away: "It's nothing, but I have a headache these two days, come and get some medicine."

Meng Huaize responded, and let Cai Zhiniang enter the courtyard sideways: "Come inside, I'll show you."

Cai Zhiniang didn't move: "Don't look at it, it should be a bit chilly from working in the past two nights, just get me two pairs according to this."

Meng Huaize had no choice but to agree, then turned around and went to the house to prescribe medicine.Cai Zhiniang watched him enter the house, and her eyes fell on the burning medicine stove in the corridor.

Soon, Meng Huaize came back with the medicine, and when Cai Zhiniang took it, she suddenly asked, "Are you sick?"

Meng Huaize nodded, and then said: "It's not serious, it's almost better."

Cai Zhiniang's lips moved, but in the end she just hummed, turned and left without saying anything else.

Wu Yue didn't come out of the house until the people left. Meng Huaize was closing the courtyard door when he heard Wu Yue say: "Many people knocked on the door when you were asleep."

Meng Huaize asked in surprise, "Why didn't I hear it?"

Wu Yue was confident: "I thought they were noisy, so I blocked all their voices outside."

Meng Huaize was a little helpless, he vaguely remembered that when he first fell ill, someone outside the hospital was calling him, and when he thought of his wayward thoughts in a drowsy state, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.He is a doctor, how could he have such an idea?

Seeing him standing still in the courtyard, Wu Yue asked him, "What's wrong?"

Meng Huaize shook his head, waved away the shame for the time being, and sighed while stretching his back: "I really don't dare to get sick at all, I'll go out after drinking the medicine, don't let someone get sick and delay the time It's troublesome."

He came over and stretched out his hand to take the newly filled medicine from Wu Yue's hand, but Wu Yue dodged and avoided his hand.

"Then stop drinking." Wu Yue said with a serious face.

Meng Huaize was a little confused, he didn't know why the monster was suddenly annoyed.

"Others' bodies are bodies, but yours is not?"

Wu Yue looked angry, Meng Huaize looked at him, but laughed.

Enough, he thought, that's enough.

Seeing that the man was still smiling, Wu Yue was so angry that he put the medicine bowl on the table next to him, and sat down on the chair with a slap in the face.

Although Meng Huaize said that he could reach the medicine bowl with his hand, he didn't take it. He squatted in front of Wu Yue and raised his head to look at him, begging for mercy with a nasal voice: "It's my fault, let me drink the medicine, it's very uncomfortable."

Wu Yue looked down at him, gritted his teeth like a domineering bandit: "Please."

Meng Huaize didn't even hesitate: "Please."

This person didn't insist on his dignity at all, Wu Yue was taken aback for a moment, and finally he snorted coldly and handed the medicine bowl to Meng Huaize.

The sun warmed the ground under the porch, and Meng Huaize didn't pay much attention, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit on the ground in front of Wu Yue with a medicine bowl in his hand.The medicine was so bitter that Wu Yue even frowned when he smelled it, but he didn't change his face, and when it was almost cold, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Wu Yue looked at his Adam's apple that was constantly moving when he swallowed the medicine soup, and couldn't help but also swallowed his saliva.

When the bowl was put down, Wu Yue asked him, "Isn't it bitter?"

Meng Huaize still had the last mouthful of medicine in his mouth, his cheeks were puffed up, he wiped the medicine stain on his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head.

There was still half a bowl left in the medicine pot, and Wu Yue filled it out for him. He held it in his hand and stared at the thick black soup for a while, but finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, took a sip, and vomited it all out the next moment. , all the aura that he put on just now was gone, and his incomparably handsome face was distorted into a weird look.

Meng Huaize avoided the medicinal soup on the ground, watching Wu Yue laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Wu Yue pulled him over and said angrily, "You lied to me!"

Meng Huaize laughed intermittently: "I didn't... If you don't believe me, I'll show you..."

He reached out to pick up the remaining medicine, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, turned over the bowl to show Wu Yue the clean bottom, raised his eyebrows at him, and gave a snort, obviously provocative.

Wu Yue didn't say a word, but stared at him with dark eyes. Meng Huaize rarely played pranks, and soon he felt a little guilty, and said, "Okay, why don't I find you a piece of candy?"

He rummaged around for a long time, then grabbed Wu Yue's hand and put a candy in his palm.

I don't know what happened to the candy, the shape is weird, the edge of the candy paper is wrinkled, I don't know how long ago it was.

Wu Yue's expression was full of distrust, Meng Huaize cut it, lay on Wu Yue's lap and peeled off the candy, then raised his hand to his mouth: "Open your mouth."

Only then did Wu Yue lower his head and took the candy away from Meng Huaize's hand, the sweetness instantly spread from the tip of his tongue. Although the thing looked ugly, the taste was passable, diluting the bitterness between his lips and teeth.

Meng Huaize looked up at him and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Wu Yue nodded reservedly: "It's okay. What is this?"

Meng Huaize sat cross-legged on the porch, the sun was shining on the back of his neck, he thought about it, and said with a smile: "Maybe it's 'cherish'."

Wu Yue stopped biting the candy for a moment, then he suddenly asked: "You really don't think the medicine is bitter?"

"It's okay," Meng Huaize said, "I'm used to it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yue pulled his front lapel forward, leaned down, and kissed Meng Huaize's lips. The sweetness of the sugar came through the lips and tongue, covering the bitterness spreading between the teeth.

The remaining half of the candy was fed into Meng Huaize's mouth by Wu Yue, and he let go of Meng Huaize, and wiped off the sugar water from his lips with his thumb: "Since I'm just used to it, it still seems to be bitter." .”

Getting used to bitterness doesn't mean you don't feel bitter, nor does it mean you don't need sweetness.

Meng Huaize bit the candy and didn't speak for a long time. He laughed for a long time, turned around and looked at the sky beyond the eaves, and sighed with a smile: "It's really sweet."