The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

The winter solstice is coming again, and the tile eaves are covered with white snow.

Zhou Mo was wrapped in a thick quilt and sat on the couch, his nasal voice was thick, his face was flushed, and the wind and cold were not considered serious illnesses, but they were still tormenting people severely, and he was sluggish for several days.

Yan Qing wore a fur collar and was dressed warmly. He leaned on the bedside and read to him from the scriptures. He paused in the middle of the reading. He raised his eyes to look at the person with worry in his eyes, "Ah Mo, I'll get the ginseng soup I'll cook it for you."

Zhou Mo rubbed his nose, seeing that everyone was covered with white mist, he lay down weakly, shook his head and said, "It's not good to overdo it."

"It's just a little cold..."

Zhou Mo's voice gradually weakened.

Yan Qing helped the man to lie down, and carefully tucked up the corners of the quilt for him, then sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him for a long time before bending down, touching his forehead to feel the temperature of Xia Zhoumo , Make sure you don't have a fever before you feel relieved.

He stroked Zhou Mo's face lightly, and said helplessly, "You also said that I am weak, why can't you be the one who can't get sick?"

……

Zhou Mo's whole body was heavy, and he was so dizzy that he didn't know how long he had slept until the sound of pouring water came from beside him.

He forcefully opened his eyes, but what he saw was a strange incandescent lamp.

Zhou Mo raised his hand with great effort, covering the bright light with his palm, he was in a daze and couldn't recover.

"I took the cold medicine." Zhou Liu leaned against the door and knocked hard on the door panel. Seeing Zhou Mo looking over, he continued, "How old are you? I don't know how to take medicine when I'm sick. If it wasn't for me suddenly Thinking of giving you something, you really get burned out."

Zhou Liu nodded and pointed to the cup on the bedside with his chin, "I've poured the medicine for you, take it yourself, I'll be in the living room, call me if there's any inconvenience."

After saying these words, Zhouliu took him to the door and went out.

Zhou Mo opened his mouth and found that his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound. He sat up slowly and drank the medicine on the bedside table.

All the modern facilities around him made Zhou Mo feel a little strange, and this strange feeling made Zhou Mo inexplicably feel a little stuck.

It was also snowing outside the window, reflecting the vast sky.

He turned his head to look at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window, and fell into a deep thought. Suddenly, many memories rushed into Zhoumo's mind...

Banquet!

Zhou Mo's pupils trembled, and he threw off the quilt violently.

In the living room, Zhou Liuzheng was sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table. She was holding a notebook and typing on the keyboard frantically. There was a pile of used paper on the coffee table, and her nose was red.

Seeing Zhou Mo coming out with only clothes on, she sniffled, "What are you doing, you've been sick for three days, don't you want to get better?"

"Yan... Qing..." The voice of the sick man was hoarse, and Zhou Mo struggled to say the name engraved in his heart.

Just chanting the name, a familiar feeling of nostalgia welled up in his heart. Zhou Mo closed his eyes and repeated, "Yanqing."

Zhou Liu got up, went to the porch to get the shoes, and threw them at Zhou Mo's feet, a hint of the opposite sex flashed in his eyes, but his face remained calm, "What feast? You put on the shoes first."

Zhou Mo stared at Zhou Liu for a while, as if he didn't know Yan Qing at all... With this knowledge, Zhou Mo's heart grew fear out of thin air, and he walked to the coffee table in a panic, wanting to see what made Yan Qing The manuscript he wore.

"Where is Yan Qing?" Zhou Mo rolled the mouse, frantically trying to find those two words in the text on the screen.

Zhou Liu hurried over, snatched the notebook, and hugged it in his arms, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you burnt?"

Zhou Mo sat on the ground in a daze, his eyes lost some focus.

Zhou Liu stared at Zhou Mo for a few seconds, a trace of unbearableness flashed across her face, she opened her mouth, but stopped talking, "Brother, that, actually..."

Before she finished speaking, her cell phone rang, and Zhou Liu's eyes lit up when he saw the call.

"Brother, remember to take your medicine. If I have something to do, I will leave first!"

Zhou Liu left, but she didn't take her notebook with her. It was placed on the table not far from Zhoumo. Zhoumo stared at it blankly, but didn't have the courage to get up to read it.

...He didn't want to look for traces of Yan Qing's existence in those illusory words, but he was afraid that he would not be able to find just this trace.

Zhou Mo just stared at the computer, feeling so stuffy that he could hardly breathe, and even the sound of footsteps in his ears made him feel harsh.

The footsteps stopped at the entrance lightly, and then, a male voice that Zhou Mo was familiar with and couldn't be more familiar with slowly sounded, "I...can I come in?"

Zhou Mo turned his head in disbelief, and saw Yan Qing standing at the door in a woolen sweater, as if he came here in a hurry, with snow in his hair, and his face was flushed, just standing in his house so stiffly the door.

There was no time to think more in his mind, Zhou Mo subconsciously stood up from the ground, fixedly looked at the person in front of him, "You..."

Zhou Mo took two steps. He had too many emotional ups and downs in a short period of time, and he was still sick. After taking two steps, he felt his brain explode with a "buzz", and his body leaned over. When he reached something to support, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The people at the porch had quickly come to Zhou Mo's side.

There were a lot of things I wanted to ask and confirm, but when Zhou Mo could see the familiar expression and familiar worry of a familiar person with just a glance down, he let out a soft breath and let himself lean on that person's shoulder, "Qing Son."

Yan Qing's body stiffened, but he still relaxed slowly. He patted Zhou Mo's head lightly, and said softly, "Why did you come out with so little clothes on? Go back to bed and lie down."

After hearing the low reply from the person above him, Yan Qing helped Zhou Mo into the house helplessly.

Yan Qing stood at the head of the bed a little cautiously, narrowed his eyes slightly, intertwined his fingers, "Well, I—"

"Sit here." Zhou Mo stared at Yan Qing, and patted on the side.

A trace of bewilderment flashed across Yan Qing's face, and the person had already sat down obediently. Zhou Mo was very satisfied when he saw this, and let out a deep breath.

This is his feast.

Realizing this, Zhou Mo relaxed a lot, leaning on the mattress, "How did you find it?"

"I didn't look for it," Yan Qing whispered, "I just saw Zhou Liu at school."

"You, did you also have a dream, in the dream, I, I..." Yan Qing's ears turned red, and he didn't know how to speak, "I just want to come and see you."

"That's not a dream," Zhou Mo sat up, took Yan Qing's hand, and said seriously, "Touch me, look at me, do you think it's a dream?"

Yan Qing shrank her fingers and trembled slightly, "I...I don't know, my mind is messed up, Ah Mo, let me think..."

When he heard the familiar address, Zhou Mo raised his eyebrows and let go of Yan Qing's hand.

Yan Qing looked up and saw that the person turned his back, most of his shoulders were exposed, so he couldn't help but stepped forward to pull the quilt for him.

But Zhou Mo moved to the side again, and the quilt slid down again.

"You'll freeze like this, you're still sick."

"Oh." Zhou Mo replied indifferently, still turning his back to Yan Qing.

In a hurry, Yan Qing got up and walked to the other end, pulled the quilt to Zhou Mo's neck, and forced the person into it.

...Yan Qing didn't know what he was thinking, anyway, when he came back to his senses, Zhou Mo had been wrapped into a rice dumpling by him, and there was only a head left outside the quilt, but Zhou Mo looked at him with a smile on his face .

Yan Qing took two steps back, her face turned red.

"Is it a dream?"

"..." Yan Qing's heart was a little shaken.

Seeing the tangled little face, Zhou Mo felt amused in his heart, so he didn't force him, "I want to drink water."

"……it is good."

"I want to eat."

"it is good."

"You stay and take care of me."

"Okay." Yan Qing agreed reflexively, and felt that something was wrong when he finished answering. He raised his eyes to explain, but he looked into a pair of bottomless eyes, full of affection and nostalgia, which made Yan Qing's breath stagnate, and his heart ached. Involuntarily followed wildly.

He stared at Zhou Mo for a long time, then twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he had fallen, and smiled helplessly, "I have to say hello to the instructor and move out of the dormitory."

Not long after, Zhou Liu quietly came back with some food, and Yanqing opened the door for her.

Zhou Liu was not at all surprised that Yan Qing wanted to stay and take care of her brother, so he stuffed things into Yan Qing's hands naturally, and then said narrowly, "Let me just say you are my sister-in-law, you still don't believe me."

Yan Qing's face was a little hot, but she couldn't deny it.

Deny what?

Deny that he doesn't like Zhoumo?Or deny that he didn't agree to live with someone?

Zhou Liu had known Yan Qing's character early on, and she understood it very well, so she didn't care, and tiptoed into the room, "I'll take a notebook and leave, don't tell brother that I've been here."

She had just scolded Zhou Mo about the matter of Yan Qing, seeing her brother's distraught appearance, Zhou Liu still has lingering fears.

Yan Qing sent Zhou Liu away, and went into the kitchen with the food.

Although it is cooked food, but the weather is getting cold quickly, Zhoumo has not recovered from his cold, so he can't eat cold food.

Not long after he entered the kitchen, Zhou Mo came out of the room and followed the sound.

Yan Qing raised his eyes and saw that the pajamas were neatly covered, so he lowered his head to heat up the meal again, "Why, are you afraid that I will run away?"

Zhou Mo smiled faintly, "Don't be afraid, you can't bear to part with me."

Yan Qing choked and glared at him, "Don't be poor."

"Follow my husband's orders."

Yan Qing heard the words and couldn't help reminding, "You married me."

After saying that, he thought it was funny again, and shook his head, "Go and sit down, I'll bring the food."

Zhou Mo stepped forward, hooked Yan Qing's chin, and when Yan Qing was staring at him blankly, he approached bit by bit, until they were entwined with each other, Yan Qing didn't push him away.

Although his face was already burning red, and he didn't know where to look, but he didn't push himself away.

Zhou Mo, who realized this, naturally couldn't be a gentleman on Liang Shang, so he kissed him directly.

Yan Qing's hand also rested on Zhou Mo's neck uncontrollably, relying on others to support him so that his legs would not be weak, but not long after, a faint smell of paste forcibly intervened in the sweet atmosphere of the two of them .

Yan Qing: "..."

This slightly burnt meal made Yan Qing feel uncomfortable, but Zhou Mo was in a good mood, and even ate more carrots that he didn't like——

Yan Qing was startled, looked down at the carrot, and then smiled helplessly.

With this kind of deep-rooted understanding, why should he hesitate.

After she figured it out, Yan Qing didn't feel so twisted anymore. After taking a bath, she took the initiative to climb onto Zhou Mo's bed, curled up in his arms, and watched TV together.

Zhou Mo didn't have the ability to sit still, smelling the faint scent of shampoo, his mind was not on the TV at all.

Yan Qing didn't even need to look back, knowing that his eyes were all on him, he smiled slightly, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Zhou Mo answered quickly.

"But, this is the weather forecast, Ah Mo." Yan Qing held back a smile.

Knowing that he was teased for a while, Zhou Mo didn't care. He lowered his head and bit his ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "They all look good."

Yan Qing: "..."