strayed into the world

A few minutes later, Quan Ce brought back not only antipyretic medicine but also a boiled egg.He helped the child to his shoulder, handed the medicine to his mouth for him to swallow, and then gently applied the egg on the swollen cheek.The movements are not gentle but extremely careful, as if playing with a delicate and fragile porcelain doll. Seeing the child trembling from time to time, he did not dare to show his breath. After a small hot compress, a layer of fineness appeared on his back sweat.

And at this moment, Qing Che couldn't be much better, her heart was pounding so hard that she was about to jump out of her throat, just now this person was fierce to him, but now she is so gentle to him.Unable to understand the real him at that moment, he opened his mouth uncomfortably, only to realize that his voice was already hoarse.

"Master... are you not angry anymore?"

"Do you want to see me angry?"

"no no."

"...Is it cold?" Quan Ce paused for a few seconds before opening his mouth.

"Yes, a little bit."

... There was another silence, and then Quan Ce stopped what he was doing, turned over and climbed onto the bed, lifted the quilt to wrap himself in it, and touched the body that was so thin that only bones remained, the cold touch still made him feel uncomfortable. He missed the warm him before, soft and warm like a fluffy doll.After being touched by himself again, he reacted immediately, stepped back to make a large space, was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and stared blankly at him at a loss,

"Master, you..."

Grabbing his arm to prevent him from retreating, he pulled him hard into his arms, and pressing his hands on his shoulders was enough to keep him nestled obediently in front of his chest without moving, commanding words sounded,

"Don't move around, I'll be really angry if you move again."... There are threats in the order.

Only this way is the most suitable for them. No matter what, at this time he hopes that he can rely on him, and he can only rely on him.

Leaning on the head of the bed, making him feel comfortable as a pillow, pulling the quilt to cover it up, wrapping him up like a rice dumpling before giving up.

"feelling better?"

I saw him nodding his head, his hair was itching against his chest, his weak voice was so weak that he could barely hear it, "...it's much better."

******

...It was still raining outside the window, the weather was very cloudy, revealing bursts of coolness, Quan Ce felt that the arm under the quilt, which had been cowering before, gradually lost its guard and was lightly resting on his waist, leaning against his The body also seemed to be much warmer, at least not as damn ice as before.softly called his name,

"Qing Che?"

"..." There was no response, except for the slight rapid breathing.Appears to be asleep.No wonder... When he was awake, he would never show such a reassuring expression.

Well, he admitted that it was all thanks to him.

so what.

About last night's dream, he still remembers it vividly.As long as he thinks about the layer upon layer of suffocating heaviness in his chest... He has had this dream for ten years, and he will be awakened every time. ...Only yesterday, he heard a voice clearly in his dream, that voice was as abrupt as a beam of light penetrating through a gap, which made him unable to ignore it, and made him breathe a sigh of relief...

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If he knows who this voice is, he must repay him well, he is his god. —that was his only thought at the time.in sleep.

His fingers were gently waving the man's smooth hair, the pure brown color was as soft as a sponge, just like himself.

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... If he knew who that voice was, he must keep him by his side and try his best.

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But now that he knows who he is, will he still do that?Is he his god, or his demon... Quan Ce thought about it.

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"What do you think I should do? Mom." She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall. ... What should I do, whether to be loyal to myself or to fate, love and hate can be so close.

*****

When Qing Che woke up, the sky was still cloudy, and it was hard to tell whether it was night or afternoon.The fine rain hit the glass with a crisp sound, and the rain was unusually long.

His body burrowed into a warm place, and his stagnant mind was so blank that he forgot about the situation at this time.Thinking that he had already returned to his own bed, he leaned on the pillow and hugged the Winnie the Pooh. The quilt was soft down, very warm. He pressed his dry lips, retracted his arms, and hugged his "Winnie the Pooh" Tighter.

"Winnie" spoke at this moment, startling him, "Is it comfortable to hold?"

Nodding without the slightest hesitation, completely ignoring the resurrection of his 'Winnie', he replied softly, "En."

After a second, the dull brain finally reacted, huh?Is his teddy bear alive?Was it cursed by the witch?But why does this voice sound so familiar? ...raised his head, confirmed the owner of the voice, and couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the impeccable face again, and retracted his arms together, shyness and surprise turned into a rosy glow on his cheeks , "Ah! I, I, I didn't know it was you..."

His flustered plan was seen in his eyes, and even the hand that hugged him was extremely embarrassing and ridiculous.smiled at him,

"Your memory is really bad."

"...I'm sorry." He lowered his head, Quan Ce couldn't see his face clearly.It made him very uncomfortable.He didn't mean to blame him, but he looked like he had made a mistake.Grabbing the bewildered hand on his waist, moving the corner of his mouth,

"that's it."

Sure enough, he didn't flinch anymore, and put his hands on his waist obediently. Although he wasn't as presumptuous as before, it's good not to dodge anymore.Ask him again,

"do you feel better now?"

"Well. Much better."

Quan Ce felt that instead of asking him, it would be better to do it himself, touched his forehead, and frowned, "What's the matter, I still have a low fever." Completely reduce fever.

Seeming to see his worry, Qing Che comforted Quan Ce, "It's okay, this happens often, and it will be fine in a while."

Yeah?He said that often... he often gets sick where he can't see it.Did he get used to it so it was hard for him to find himself having a fever or being injured, but in the end he was more worried than him. ... a little helpless, opened the mouth and said,

"Is your body like this before?" I don't know whether I am asking him or myself.Quan Ce also wanted to make it too clear.

"...Well, yes, it used to be like this..."...Quan Ce still heard the clues during his brief pause.It's just that he doesn't want to expose him too soon.

"It's the same as my mother. She is always sick..."

This was the first time he took the initiative to mention him in front of him, Qing Che was flattered but cautious, "Is she not in good health?"

"En..." The image of a woman gradually appeared in Quan Ce's mind, she was so pale that she always had to touch bright lipstick on her face to make her look delicate and weird,..."She is not in good health, very bad. She often has a fever "Yeah, the most scenes in his memory are seeing her struggling in bed because of a stomachache but still refusing to go to the hospital, she is so strong and fragile.This, really resembles him. "She has a bad stomach just like you..." That's why he knows so much about stomach problems.

"Last night...you dreamed about your mother...?" Qing Che didn't know whether he was asking or affirming, anyway, he regretted it as soon as he said it, and he didn't know if he would be angry if he touched Quan Ce's mind. ——Finally hearing his voice made him feel at ease, the voice was so soft that there was no fluctuation at all,

"Ah, I dreamed of her... and also of... that man."

Surprised, he knew who the 'man' he was talking about, paused, and said, "Father...well, that, that man, did something bad, didn't he?"

This time he really felt the hand on his shoulder visibly trembling, it must have reminded him of something bad.I was so flustered that I wanted to put away the previous questions, but found that I was even clumsy when I spoke, and I propped up half of my body to look at him, my brows were tangled together,

"Well, don't worry, I'm just talking to myself, you don't have to answer me...really..."

Seeing him flustered like he was on fire, his dark eyes filled with uneasiness and self-blame, Quan Ce raised the corner of his mouth, pulling out a ripple, so beautiful that his heart was pounding like a deer,

"I haven't said anything yet, why are you so nervous? Don't you think I'll be angry and scold you?"

"..." He froze, speechless.Qing Che could only stare blankly at Quan Ce like a puppet with its strings broken.

Seeing that his whole body was exposed outside, Quan Ce waved to him, "Come here."

"Ah?...Oh." Before she fully recovered, Qing Che just instinctively moved towards Quan Ce, not knowing what he was going to do.As a result... Quan Ce pulled him before he arrived, and fell firmly into his arms, and wrapped his arms around his waist consciously.Listening to the domineering voice above,

"If you want to reduce the fever, don't move around."

"..." Then it's better not to move, anyway, he can't move, and besides... he doesn't want to move anymore... It's very warm and at ease here, listening to the strong heartbeat, I feel that I'm already very happy.