tired spring return

This spring has passed again, when will it be the year of return.

The thoughtful Chen Nian'an did not enter the house early to disturb her husband's lunch break.He was sitting under the eaves, quietly guarding a yard of books exposed to the sun.

But waited until the sun was setting, and he still didn't hear the sound of Mr. getting up.

Chen Nian'an put the book back into the wooden box by himself, went to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge, and briefly fried two kinds of vegetables.Usually Mr. Pei prepares the meals for him, and he rarely has the opportunity to intervene.Although he has seen all the simple home-cooked dishes, and the appearance of the cooked meals is not bad, as for the taste, he is not sure at all.

Chen Nian'an went into the room to call Mr. Pei Minzhi, who was lying on the bed with his back to him, motionless, not only asleep but awake.On weekdays, he takes care of himself meticulously and comprehensively, but he doesn't even remember to put a quilt on himself.

A person who is obviously so tall is like a tree, silently propping up a piece of heaven and earth.Over the years, I have sheltered myself from the wind and rain, gave myself a decent home, and made myself used to the people I depend on and look up to.At this time, he curled up his body slightly, allowing the rough clothes to outline the outline of his body getting thinner and thinner.For a moment, Chen Nian'an felt that he was more like a helpless child than himself.

Chen Nian'an approached him and called him.

"gentlemen?"

Pei Minzhi didn't answer, and Chen Nian'an only caught the sound of slightly heavy breathing.

Although not long after he lived in this room, Pei Minzhi made a new wooden bed for him.However, due to the limited number of rooms in the old house, they, the teacher and the student, still slept in the same room all the time.Chen Nian'an has long been used to falling asleep to the sound of her husband's clear and shallow breathing, and she will never ignore such an obvious abnormality.

He quickly stretched out his hand to test the temperature of Mr.'s forehead.Fingers brushed the fine lines on the skin that were habitually wrinkled and fell to the ground, who knew that the feeling in his hand was not as hot as he thought, but rather wet and cold.

He touched the cold sweat on his head.

Shocked, Chen Nian'an quickly fetched water and twisted a veil, and gently wiped it for Pei Minzhi.The husband had a few high fevers before, and he took care of him without any risk. Chen Nian'an barely has some experience.But this time the situation is completely different from before...

He glanced at the bright and clear sky outside the window again. It shouldn't be the menacing attack as soon as the rainy day came, tormenting Pei Minzhi's legs that were restless.

The handkerchief in Chen Nian'an's hand followed Pei Minzhi's sweaty traces all the way down, brushing his temples, neck, and collarbone.Feeling uneasy for a moment, I didn't control the strength in my hand well, so my hand was a little heavier.Pei Minzhi, who had been sleeping all this time, seemed to be aware of something, his eyelids trembled slightly, and within a moment he opened his eyes.

He was half awake, and suddenly he eagerly reached out and grabbed the person in front of him, pulling him closer to him.The two were close at hand, and their dark and deep eyes looked into each other's eyes without blinking.

Chen Nian'an looked at Pei Minzhi's dark, misty eyes, which collided with the panicked self in his pupils, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

The person Pei Minzhi was staring at was clearly himself, but it didn't seem like he was himself.

That gaze didn't seem to be able to reach the real point, and it seemed that it was trying to pierce his soul fiercely.Chen Nian'an felt novel and unfamiliar with the hidden affectionate patience in it.Unable to tell whether it was nervousness or something else, he was eager to withdraw his hand, but he tried several times in a panic but failed.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Pei Minzhi's brows were furrowed tightly, his gaze was like a torch, and he only stared at Chen Nian'an's eyes.It wasn't until he read the name hoarsely to himself that Chen Nian'an finally confirmed his guess.The husband's consciousness is not clear at all, and the person he sees in his eyes is not himself.

"Little Chun'er?"

It is this name that often tortures Mr. in nightmares. Could he be Mr.'s former sweetheart?Chen Nian'an guessed wildly, the boredom in his heart could hardly be suppressed.

"Xiao Chun'er? Who is Xiao Chun'er, sir?"

Maybe today will be able to get the answer, Chen Nian'an blurted out, asking this question that has troubled him for a long time.Although he vaguely knows that once he understands some things, he will never be able to face them calmly, but now he can't care about anything.

Pei Minzhi is still immersed in his own world.

"Xiao Chun'er, why are you leaving?

I thought you could understand me, but why did you really leave? "

"That's just, just an angry word, I...

Why didn't you even give me a chance to explain?

I'm sorry, my son didn't guard you..."

Pei Minzhi murmured, gripping Chen Nian'an's hand tighter and tighter.

"Sir, you hurt me. I'm not Xiaochun'er, I'm Nian'an!"

Hearing his cry of pain, Pei Minzhi let go of his hand suddenly, and stared at him blankly for a moment.Immediately afterwards, he covered his face with his helpless hands, preventing the silently flowing sadness from being seen by others.

"You know I'm here, why haven't you come to me? After so many years, I dare not leave here, dare not go to you, because I'm afraid that if you come one day, you won't find me..."

"Why don't you come to me? Are you doing well? I, I'm sorry..."

Pei Minzhi spoke upside down, but Chen Nian'an couldn't understand.But no matter how young he was, he knew what it was like to be sad.If the self in the eyes of the husband doesn't do something, the husband in front of him seems to be swallowed up by sadness at any time.

So he mustered up his courage again, slowly and tentatively pulled his hand away, and met his gaze.

"I'm doing fine, and I don't blame you."

Pei Minzhi's tears finally dripped unhindered.

People suddenly become obedient and quiet.

With Chen Nian'an's support, he finally lay down on the bed again and fell into a short sleep.

This time, Pei Minzhi's illness was violent, and the symptoms were not typical. It took Zhijiaoren to linger on the sickbed for several days before he got better very slowly.

Pei Min knew that he didn't feel anything, the pain was no more difficult for him than the long and hopeless years.What's more, he was finally able to see him again in his dream, even if it was a nightmare of uncovering the long-lasting scars again and again, as long as he could see his face clearly again, he would still be happy.

It wasn't until his vision was clear enough to see Chen Nian'an's little face that had been visibly thinner because of taking care of him for days and was anxious and tired, that he felt a pang of guilt and pity for the child. .

He propped himself up and sat up.

"Nian'an, let's go shopping in the town with my husband tomorrow."

In his eyes, no matter how sensible Chen Nian'an is, he is just a teenager

As soon as he heard that his husband was going to take him out to play, his eyes shone brightly, as if he couldn't wait.

But besides being happy, there was a trace of strangeness in my heart.

Pei Minzhi never liked excitement, not to mention that he seldom interacted with people on weekdays, and the number of times he took him out for shopping was pitifully seldom.Unless, unless it's for that day of the year...