Uncle Jinwu Zangyi

"Uncle Song, you've caught the cold." Yue Zhongxing patted the other party, "You wait, I'll go find Young Master Zhao."

Song Yu's eyes opened for a moment, then closed again.

Soon, Zhao Linjiang came over with Yue Zhongxing. After the diagnosis, he learned that Song Yu was blown too much cold wind and didn't sleep well at night.

Yue Zhongxing followed Zhao Linjiang's instructions one by one, and Song Yu's fever gradually subsided a little.

"Uncle Song, let's eat something." Yue Zhongxing sat by the couch with a bowl of porridge.

"I don't have any appetite, let's put it there." Song Yu sat up with his head heavy.

Yue Zhongxing stirred the contents of the bowl with a spoon, "It's already noon, you haven't eaten anything in the morning, there's no reason not to eat when you're pregnant."

"Let's eat after drying." Song Yu rubbed his shoulders, his face full of exhaustion.

Yue Zhongxing took a spoonful, "It will be cold later, Song Shumo is going to be stubborn."

These words sound very familiar, every time Xiao Kan used to tell Song Yu that he was stubborn.

"Uncle Song, if you can't exert your strength, I'll feed you." Yue Zhongxing said, and passed the spoon in front of the other party.

"Give me the bowl." Song Yu looked away, "Go out."

"Alright." Yue Zhongxing put the spoon back into the bowl and handed the bowl to the other party, "It's still a little hot, Uncle Song, be more careful."

After the other party went out, Song Yu ate the porridge with a dull expression.

Yue Zhongxing's craftsmanship was really lacking, the more Song Yu ate, the more bitter he felt in his mouth.

There was no yam in the porridge, no sugar water for taking medicine, and no Xiao Kan to take care of him when he was sick. Song Yu felt that his illness made him lack of oxygen.

Yue Zhongxing had been waiting outside the door, calculating that it was almost time, and went in to collect the bowl.

Song Yu didn't get up all the time, and still fell asleep in a daze. In the afternoon, Yue Zhongxing cooked the medicine, delivered it to Song Yu's room, and went out to wait outside the door.

Even the smell of this decoction felt extremely bitter, Song Yu took a sip, unable to swallow it no matter what.

After a psychological struggle, Song Yu raised the bowl, raised his head and gulped it down.

The pungent, astringent and bitter taste quickly dissipated in his mouth, and the soup that he had just swallowed was immediately spit out again.

"Heh cough..." Song Yu patted his chest, panting heavily.

When Yue Zhongxing came in again, he saw a mess beside the bed and Song Yu who was sleeping again.

Yue Zhongxing brought another bowl of medicine without saying a word.

"Uncle Song, get up and take some medicine." Yue Zhongxing touched the other party's forehead, and found that the temperature had risen again, which seemed much worse than this morning.

"Hmm..." Song Yu squinted his eyes and muttered, but didn't move.

Yue Zhongxing put the medicine bowl on the stool beside him, picked up Song Yu with one hand and leaned against his arms, "I'll feed you."

"No, there's no need..." Song Yu forced his eyes open, the feeling of heat all over his body made him feel like a piece of paper that had been burnt, and as long as he touched it lightly, it would be wiped out.

"You are sick." Yue Zhongxing held the other party's wrist with one hand and a spoon with the other.

Song Yu shook his head, babbling, "Jingyun, it's bitter."

"What did you say?" Yue Zhongxing squeezed the opponent's wrist.

"Bitter." Song Yu stretched his shoulders.

Yue Zhongxing seemed to have been ignited, but his voice changed, "Uncle Yu, you are sick, Jingyun will feed you medicine, please behave yourself."

Song Yu's restless body finally settled down.

"..." Yue Zhongxing finally held back what he wanted to say, and fed the other party the medicine spoon by spoon.

After drinking the medicine, Yue Zhongxing let the other party fall asleep. He sat on the side of the couch and looked at the other party for a long time, feeling a little resentful in his heart.

He knew that he was occupying the dove's nest.

When the people on the couch made even and shallow resting sounds, the resentment in Yue Zhongxing's heart disappeared.

He leaned down and sniffed at a strand of the other's hair, the loose underwear couldn't wrap Song Yu's fair back of the neck.

There was a transparent redness in Song Yu's feverish body, and the tiny blood vessels on the back of Song Yu's ears could be seen faintly.

Yue Zhongxing stared intently for a long time before fleeing here with nervousness and guilt.

………………

At night, Guan Ruo came over.

This was the first time Yue Zhongxing saw Guan Yao, and Guan Yao had not been in the village for nearly three months before that.

Seeing Yue Zhongxing in the courtyard, Guan Yao was obviously taken aback, "Who are you?"

"I'm new here." Whenever someone asked, Yue Zhongxing would answer like this.

Guan Yao looked at the other party for a while, and suddenly remembered that Zhao Linjiang had told him before, "Oh, I seem to remember, I, Guan Yao."

"Yue Zhongxing." Yue Zhongxing said modestly, and remembered something again, "Second leader"

Guan Yao smiled, "Where's Chongjin?"

"Uncle Song fell asleep in the room." Yue Zhongxing also began to look at the other party.

"Okay, I'll go and have a look at him." Guan Yao waved his hand, then turned and walked towards the East Wing.

Yue Zhongxing immediately called to stop the other party, "Second head, Uncle Song...he sleeps in the west wing."

Guan Yao's footsteps faltered, and she turned around, "Oh yes, I don't know the direction of things."

Yue Zhongxing also smiled apologetically, watching Guan Yao enter the west wing.

Now he no longer doubts in his heart, and is sure that the east wing is Song Yu's original room, and the west wing is Xiao Kan's room.

To put it simply, Song Yu has been occupying Xiao Kan's wing.

……

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Song Yu sat up on the couch with a look of surprise on his face, "Second brother, are you back?"

"I just arrived last night, I thought I'd come to see you early in the morning, but..."

Guan Yao was silent as he spoke, he couldn't say that he planned to come over this morning, but he had a mess with Zhao Linjiang and overslept all night.

"However, I'm a little tired and slept more." Guan Yao continued half-truthfully, "I heard you're pregnant again? Are you feeling better?"

Song Yu patted his forehead, "It's better, it's much better after taking the medicine..."

Speaking of this, Song Yu was suddenly a little confused. He clearly remembered that he vomited the medicine, but why did he seem to drink it later?

Guan Yao sat on the side of the couch, reached out and touched the other person's forehead, "Heated?"

"Well, the snow fell quickly, so I didn't care about it." Song Yu began to wonder if Guan Yao would remember that this was not her room.

"You have never been able to stand the cold, it's winter, so don't be so busy, you won't do anything if you don't do those big and small things, just take care of yourself." Guan Yao complained.

Song Yu nodded, then shook his head again, "I can't bear it."

"Take care of me well, I just left Sanyue, why have you lost so much weight?" Guan Yao couldn't help complaining, "If Jingyun knows, can't you blame me?"

Song Yu's lowered eyes immediately raised to stare at Guan Yao, feeling nervous.

Guan Yao immediately realized that he had slipped up, and felt a little embarrassed.

It is true that the two have not been honest with each other so far.

Song Yu has always been ignorant of Guan Yao and Zhao Linjiang's affairs, just like Guan Yao has turned a blind eye to Song Yu and Xiao Kan's affairs.

"Second brother, why did you say that?"