no heaven

One day, Ning Chen was teaching Qin Ji how to play games.

At first, Qin Ji couldn't figure out the way to go, so Ning Chen pressed him on the ground and rubbed him. Ning Chen even laughed at him for being a rookie. After half an hour, Qin Ji became familiar with the way to play, and began to rub Ning Chen on the ground again and again.

"Shall I cook?" Qin Ji squinted at Ning Chen with a smile on his face.

"Don't play anymore, don't play anymore, I have no gaming experience!" Ning Chen just pretended not to play, rolling on the carpet with the game controller in his arms.

"No, you didn't have this attitude just now when you were chasing me and beating me to death. Come on, give Uncle some refreshment." Qin Ji grabbed his ankle and pulled him over with all his strength.

Ning Chen was most afraid of his move, he kicked his legs indiscriminately and struggled, shouting: "Ahhh! Help! You are playing a hooligan!"

Qin Ji laughed angrily: "Boy, you are getting bolder!"

Ning Chen and Qin Ji's strength were not at the same level. Of course, Ning Chen didn't want to seriously resist. In short, he was half pushed and half bullied by Qin Ji on the carpet.

Last night, Qin Ji made a big fuss, and Ning Chen still feels back pain. He was trying to find a reason to escape, when his cell phone rang, and the ringtone was a message from Fu Zhengyan.

"Get up, get up, get up, um... Uncle, it's my uncle who's got the news!" Ning Chen covered Qin Ji's mouth with both hands and pushed his head out.

"Why do you care, I can only see you a few times a year? You are not allowed to chat with him when I am with you." Qin Ji spat threats from Ning Chen's fingers.

"Don't you still have three days off?" Ning Chen looked at Qin Ji with watery eyes, pitiful and flattering, "Don't do it today, okay?"

Qin Ji was upset, sat up from Ning Chen with a cold face, and started a solo game by himself.

Ning Chen sighed, lying on the carpet, reached out to the coffee table and fumbled for the phone, opened WeChat, and saw Fu Zhengyan asking——

Don't have any cold medicine at home?

Ning Chen thought, the weather has suddenly turned cold recently, and the flu is prevalent, so Fu Zhengyan may also be sick, he immediately replied: It seems to be gone, I remember I just finished eating last time, what's wrong?Are you sick?

It took 2 minutes for Fu Zhengyan to reply: I seem to have a fever, it's okay, I'll be fine after a night of sleep, don't worry.

How can you not worry?Ning Chen turned over and sat up, and typed quickly: "I'm fine even if I have a fever!"Where are you?I will buy medicine and send it to you now!

While waiting for Fu Zhengyan's reply, Ning Chen rushed into the bedroom, changed his clothes, and hurried out to find his cell phone and keys.

Fu Zhengyan has already sent a message: I am in my apartment, do you want to see me?

Ning Chen: Come!

Seeing that something was wrong, Qin Ji stopped him and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Uncle has a cold and a little fever. He doesn't have any medicine at home. I'll buy it for him." Ning Chen hopped on one foot and put on his socks, and walked towards the entrance, avoiding Qin Ji.

"Pretentious!" Qin Ji's original three-point anger rushed to eight feet high, he hooked the hat on Ning Chen's sweater and slipped him to his side, "A big man is afraid of a cold?! He made it clear that he wanted to seduce you, to If he really has a fever of 40 degrees, he won’t go to buy medicine by himself? You are not allowed to go!”

Ning Chen looked at Qin Ji, his eyes were full of words that you were making trouble for no reason again.

Qin Ji scolded Fu Zhengyan eight hundred times in his heart, wondering how the virus didn't burn him to death.

"I'll go buy some medicine for him, and I'll be back soon." While Ning Chen was speaking, another message came into his phone.

Fu Zhengyan: Then you come, not Qin Ji.

Ning Chen: Alright, no Qin Ji!

Qin Ji saw this sentence as soon as he moved his head closer, and was so angry that his lungs would explode.

"Ning Chen, what do you mean? Please speak clearly! What do you mean there is no Qin Ji?" Qin Ji took two steps forward and forced Ning Chen to the corner, pressing his whole body on Ning Chen, with a cruel and aggrieved expression.

Ning Chen was so crushed that he couldn't breathe, and pushed Qin Ji against his chest: "He's already sick, just let him go!"

"Is he sick for the first time in his life? Wouldn't he buy medicine by himself when he didn't have you before? If you don't go today, he won't be able to live?"

"Get up, uncle! You are pressing me down!"

"You dislike me? You dislike me?! Go find that white lotus! Don't come back tonight!"

"I didn't! Uncle, listen to my explanation!"

The only response to Ning Chen was the sound of the bedroom door being slammed shut.

Unfortunately, two days later, Major Qin also had a cold and a fever.

Qin Ji lay weakly on the bed, with a small towel covering his head to cool down, a tissue stuffed in his nose, coughing loudly from time to time.

He took Ning Chen's hand and said weakly, "Ning Xiaochen, uncle is so uncomfortable, do you think I'm going to die?"

Just now, according to Qin Ji's request, Ning Chen cooked love millet porridge for him, and was called out from the kitchen every 5 minutes to change the towel for cold water: "No, you just have a cold..."

"Impossible! It must be Fu Zhengyan who cursed me. You can see him clearly now. He will even take away the time I spend with you these two days. He is not human."

Ning Chen seemed to be hollowed out: "...Don't think about it, just go to sleep, it will be fine when you wake up."

Seeing that Ning Chen was about to leave, Qin Ji immediately grabbed Ning Chen's wrist, and Ning Chen was dragged back to the bedside.

"Where are you going?"

"The porridge is going to be mushy..."

"Oh."