I took the fine script for the role of suffering

Lying weakly on his own soft bed, the young man lowered his trembling eyelashes, pitiful and aggrieved.

Aunt Liu poured hot water and handed it to Lu Tan who was standing by the bed, taller than her, thanking her non-stop.

After thanking him, he comforted the weak sick beauty on the bed: "It's okay, Xiaofei, fortunately tomorrow is Saturday, so there is no need to ask for leave, we can take good care of our health at home first."

"Hmm..." He groaned, but his fists under the quilt were tightly clenched.

It's too annoying!

Zhao Fei couldn't have imagined that he had already succeeded in getting Lu Tan an appointment, but he got stuck during the meeting and came out like this!

It doesn't matter if he's just sick, he also likes scenes of delicate, sick and beauties!

But he sprayed nosebleeds directly at the pure handsome guy...

At that time, Lu Tan seemed to be really frightened, and immediately started to catch the nosebleed. Later, seeing that the bleeding couldn't stop, he hurriedly picked him up and sent him to the infirmary.

The school doctor was very calm and helped him stop the nosebleed with great experience. After asking him a few words, he took his temperature with a thermometer.

Lu Tan, who sent him here, stared at the blood on his hand the whole time, and didn't clean it up. He stared at it for a while, then raised his eyes, and continued to stare at him.

Inexplicably, he was bluffed by those overly nervous eyes, Zhao Fei actually had a terrible feeling that he seemed to have some intractable disease, and then remembered that what he was wearing was a bloody book, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

When the time came, the school doctor looked at the temperature and said calmly: "I have a fever, the temperature is too high, and the weather has been dry recently, and you have been blowing air-conditioning in the background for so long... The third year of high school is already stressful, so you must pay attention to your body. .”

Zhao Fei: "...That's it?"

Lu Tan stood up: "Fever? How many degrees?" Before the school doctor answered, he went to look at the thermometer impatiently. After reading it, his complexion became even worse?

Zhao Fei: "Is it four or forty degrees?" That is indeed a serious fever.

The school doctor smiled: "It's less than 38 degrees, and you have a low fever. I'll get you some antipyretics first."

Zhao Fei: "..."

Going to see brother Xiaotan again, he still has a serious expression on his face.

After taking the antipyretics in the infirmary, Zhao Fei was still fantasizing about being able to catch up with the two of them for dinner, but after a while, Lu Tan made a phone call at the door and seemed to call a driver to come to the school.

Not long after, in a daze, he was helped into the car by Lu Tan and sent to the hospital all the way, where he underwent a set of examinations smoothly...

When the results came out, it was dark.

There is really nothing wrong with it. I have a cold, fever and fatigue, plus nosebleeds caused by an overly dry environment.

After being sent home, Zhao Fei lay down numbly, disillusioned.

In the bedroom, Aunt Liu saw that Lu Tan didn't intend to leave for a while, so she thought that the young master's classmate wanted to play for a while, so she went down to cook porridge first.

It was windy outside, and the windows were rattling.

Lu Tan silently went over and closed the window tightly.

Zhao Fei finally glanced over there.

The boy's strong and straight figure and handsome profile made his heart itch.

When Lu Tan turned around, his head was buried under the bed, only half of his melancholy eyes and mole of tears were exposed.

Lu Tan slowed down his steps, as if he was afraid of disturbing him, lowered his voice a few degrees, and asked him if there was any discomfort.

"No, I just invited you to dinner..." the snail-like boy hummed.

"..." Unexpectedly, he was still thinking about eating, Lu Tan frowned in a daze, "You're already like this..."

The boy's voice already had a clear sense of coolness, but at this time the volume increased a little, and at first it sounded like he was throwing a temper tantrum.Sure enough, before he finished speaking, Zhao Fei shrank his head, as if he was frightened: "I, I just want to have a meal with you. I usually invite other people, but they ignore me..."

Lu Tan pursed his lips and remained silent.

Getting mad at a bunch of strangers for the first time.

A few seconds later, Zhao Fei coughed lightly.

The boy hurried over to get him a water glass.

"No need..." The frail young man turned around, stretched out his arms from under the quilt, and tried to remove the cuffs on top, but his movements were slow and weak, and he coughed from time to time, looking very hard.

Lu Tan didn't think much, went straight over, bent down and carefully helped him untie the cuff.

The two got close, the young man seemed to be flattered, he slowly raised his eyes, and looked at him quietly with deer-like eyes.

Sensing that gaze, Lu Tan's face tensed up, and the bases of his ears continued to feel hot.

After finally taking off a pair of cuffs, he quickly got up and put the things on the table neatly.

The residual heat from the boy's arm still remained on his hand.

"Xiao Tan, thank you, it's much more comfortable..." the voice of the sick beauty on the bed was Weng Weng.

Lu Tan responded casually, and then went to the bathroom, his back was a little stiff.

When he came out a few minutes later, his face was a little wet.

Splashed with cold water.

Walking to the bed again, the weak boy had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A pair of hands folded elegantly and reservedly on the quilt, and on the thin white wrist is the watch that once rotated in front of the fountain, shining with silver light.

Lu Tan stood beside the bed, looking a little dazed.

He remembered the Sleeping Beauty story his mother told him when he was very young.

After a while, I bent down in a daze...

After pretending to be asleep for a while, Zhao Fei felt that the room was getting quieter and quieter, and gradually he couldn't pretend anymore, especially when he thought that Lu Tan might leave, he was a little anxious, and opened his eyes quietly.

Well, the person is still there... Why did he push the door and run away suddenly? !

Zhao Fei was anxious, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and after a few minutes of pretending to sleep, he felt that something was wrong when he didn't come back!

He got up and sat down, took his mobile phone and made a call to the landline in the living room.

Aunt Liu picked it up and asked him what's the matter.

Zhao Fei asked if Lu Tan was still there.

Aunt Liu smiled and said that the person had already left, as if something happened, she left in a hurry, she didn't know what it was, she looked like she was out of her mind.

Putting down the phone, Zhao Fei lay back on his back again, lying on his back, exposing his feverish hands and feet, only covering his abdomen tightly.

After all, he was really sick, and his mind was still a little groggy. Before falling asleep, he picked up his phone and sent Lu Tan a message:

Xiaoqin, thank you very much today.

By the way, the money for the infirmary and the hospital is all paid in advance by you. I will transfer you the number of your WeChat.

After sending the message, Zhao Fei threw the phone on the table, turned over with the quilt in his arms, and fell asleep.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the night before he woke up.Aunt Liu wanted to call him when she cooked the porridge halfway through, but she couldn't bear to see him falling asleep all the time.It wasn't until after ten o'clock that Zhao Shuran came over that the soft voice of the two people was heard by the dreamer.

Zhao Fei opened his heavy eyelids, just in time to see Zhao Shuran tucking his hands into the quilt beside the bed, and when he realized that he was awake, he let go of his hands in embarrassment, and turned to tug at the quilt.

"You, you want to suffocate me..." The young master slapped his hoarse voice, his weak lips trembling, "It's just a sickness, you, you will have today sooner or later."

"..."

Aunt Liu was afraid that they would have conflicts, so she came over to smooth things over and brought warm lotus seed porridge to feed him.

"I will do it myself."

Holding the bowl, the eldest young master looked weak again, sipping porridge with white lips, took a few sips and glanced at his brother in the distance, after a few seconds, the hand holding the spoon began to shake greatly.

Aunt Liu hurried forward: "What's the matter?"

"Look at his eyes, are you saying that there is poison in the porridge?"

"..."

"..."

Zhao Shuran was so angry that he couldn't breathe freely:

"Sometimes, I really don't know what you are thinking..."

Disappointed, he put the medicine he was going to make for him back on the table, turned around and left with fists clenched.

After there were two people left in the room, Zhao Fei drank porridge to take his temperature.

Seeing his cuteness, Aunt Liu was very helpless.

But her mood was quite different from before. She always felt that since the young master ran away from home in the rain for love last time, he had become different from before.

He still loves to bully his younger brother, but it's just different.

Even if she sometimes bullies Xiaoran, who is always helping her, she can't hate her.

After taking his temperature, the fever has subsided, and he has to wait for a while before taking medicine soon after eating.Aunt Liu went down and asked him to call the landline downstairs if he had something to do.

Zhao Fei nodded obediently, got back under the covers and wanted to continue sleeping, but just as he closed his eyes, the phone rang.

It was Lin Jinwei, who asked him how he was feeling now, and didn't call in the afternoon because he was afraid of disturbing his sleep, and asked if his parents would come back.

They went to Haicheng for business recently, not in Shaojing.

Aunt Liu would notify the Zhao family whenever there was anything wrong with the two children. Presumably, Zhao Chengbin and Lin Jinwei would know as soon as he came home in the afternoon.

"The fever has subsided, it's fine," Zhao Fei yawned listlessly, "There are Aunt Liu and Xiao Ran at home, so don't worry about it."

The tone over there was a little more relieved, and before hanging up the phone, Lin Jinwei couldn't help but said: "Xiaofei, my parents are not qualified parents, recently when I think about many things in the past, and seeing how you have grown up now, I feel a little ashamed ..."

Zhao Fei didn't make a sound, said goodbye after a while and hung up the phone.

The drowsiness was gone, and he played with his mobile phone boredly.

Opened WeChat and added a friend request.

Zhao Fei:?

Click to see, the profile picture is a stick figure of a little prince.

id——Lu Tan.

Zhao Fei:! ! !

He finally remembered the message he sent to Lu Tan before going to bed, and quickly clicked on the message page.

no reply.

But Zhao Fei's WeChat account is this phone number.

Obviously adding friends this time is already a reply.

Passing quickly, Zhao Fei quickly transferred the medical expenses advanced by the other party today.

The other party did not receive it.

At first, he thought that Lu Tan was temporarily offline or didn't look at his phone, but in a blink of an eye, he found a line of words constantly displayed on the top: The other party is typing.

After waiting for a long time without replying, he clicked on the other party's circle of friends.

I don’t have a single photo of myself. The latest news is from two years ago. They are all trophies or certificates from participating in competitions, campus track and field, basketball games, etc. at different times. The earliest one should be the news when Lu Tan was just in junior high school. Punching in the hall...

One of them also had Lu Feng's comment.

Lu Feng: Come on Xiaoqin, I am waiting for the day when I am defeated by you!

Lu Tan replied to him: ...You don't need to practice like this to beat you.

Zhao Fei: Tsk, he's been a stinky little brother since he was a child!

At this time, the news from the other party finally came.

[Lu Tan: If you said you would treat me to dinner in the future, then there is no need. 】

[Next stop, actor: This...isn't that good [blush.jpg]]

"The other party is typing" began to be displayed at the top again.

Zhao Fei waited patiently for a reply, and took the opportunity to pick out a solo photo taken by his school girl with a Polaroid when he was backstage today, and sent it to Moments schemingly.

Only Lu Qin can view it.

Attachment: Happy and unhappy day.

In the photo, the delicate-faced teenager was suddenly approached by the camera, winking shyly and shyly.

Before taking this photo, the school girl joked with him: "You are too proficient in managing your facial expressions! You won't be secretly working as a plane model outside school, will you?"

"If that's the case, it's fine." The playboy boy lowered his head melancholy, and when the camera approached, he suddenly blinked pretentiously, "I, Zhao Fei, have always been just a poor boy who was disliked... "

And the Lu family at this time.

After replying to the message, I saw the news of Zhao Fei's profile picture in Moments, and I didn't even want to click it.

Lu Tan, who was suddenly hit by that wink, pursed his lips and held his breath.

The room was silent.

After a while, a big hand with well-defined bones was slightly raised, and it restrainedly covered its mouth.

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