【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

Early Spring February

Mingcheng is sick.

influenza.

He wasn't the first one in his family to fall down—Ming Tai had already fallen ill three days ago—but he was the sickest one.I sneezed twice at the dinner table the day before, and when I woke up the next day, my five senses were dull and my muscles ached.

This is something that hasn't happened for a long time.In Mingcheng's own memory, the last time he got sick was when he was fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a high fever for several days without any warning.But after the high fever that time subsided, he began to grow taller, but because he grew too fast, his bones hurt a lot, and he couldn't find any reason. The doctor said it didn't matter, but Ming Jing was terrified.Minglou was in Nanjing at the time, and came back because of this incident.

But this was too long ago, so at the beginning, Mingcheng was not used to the state of "sickness".

Because he was not used to it, he planned to go to work after getting up.As a result, as soon as it was served at the table, there was a big sneeze, almost spraying coffee all over Minglou's face.The crisp sound woke up Mingtai, who was listlessly leaning on the back of the chair, and turned to ask him, "Brother Ah Cheng, you have a cold too?"

"A little illness. It doesn't matter." As soon as the words fell, there was another one.

Minglou put down the napkin and went to touch his forehead: "...it's a little hot."

Mingcheng gave way unconsciously: "No. It's always like this when I just woke up."

After he finished speaking, he reached out to grab the coffee, but people who are sick are always a little slow, that is, this "point", let him watch Minglou take the coffee cup away from his eyes.

Mingcheng stared at Minglou, stared for a while but didn't dare to stare anymore, and stared helplessly at the coffee cup that had reached the other side of the table.Mingtai quickly pushed his cup of hot water to him: "Brother Ah Cheng, the flu has been very severe recently. Don't be brave when you are sick. I have asked for leave for several days, so you should also quickly ask for leave. Otherwise, cross-infection will cause even more serious illness." It's not going to get any better."

Mingcheng shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm not like that one who just asks for a week's leave with a slight headache."

Mingtai's eyes widened: "Who is it? It's too outrageous."

Mingcheng continued to laugh: "That's right. It's outrageous."

The two brothers talked to each other, Minglou saw it and didn't say anything, and got up to boil hot water for the two little ones.When he passed by Mingcheng, he suddenly stretched out his hand, helped him by the back of his neck, and said, "My neck is stiff. Don't go, just ask for leave."

Mingcheng only felt that the lingering warmth left by Minglou's hand on the back of his neck lingered for a long time. He really glared at him this time, but his tone was still very gentle, making sure that Mingtai couldn't detect any flaws: "It's just finished. Years, there are many things..."

But Minglou didn't listen to his explanation at all, went into the kitchen to boil water, and made a phone call during the interval to ask for leave for Mingcheng.After putting down the phone, he said to Mingcheng: "The duty office told me on the phone just now that the embassy is half ill."

"It's because there are so many people who are sick that I can't ask for leave."

Mingcheng insisted on what he said, and Minglou didn't say anything after listening to it. The water in the kitchen happened to be boiling, and he came out again with two cups in his hand: fresh lemon and honey, and then poured a lot of hot water, Europeans cure colds The earthwork is also.

Afraid of sourness, Mingtai pinched his nose and stuck out his tongue after drinking.Mingcheng drank it all in one gulp, and smiled at Minglou: "Thank you, brother, then I'll go to work later."

Minglou looked at Mingcheng, thinking that he really couldn't speak in this house.

Mingcheng probably saw what he was thinking, and while picking up the water glass, he gently hooked Gou Minglou's leg under the table.

The two of them went out together, and before going out, they did not forget to remind Mingtai to drink plenty of water and rest at home, and not to run around at exactly one o'clock, and asking him for sick leave is not a release.Mingtai promised well, but after the two brothers go out, God knows.

The embassy is on the right bank. When the weather is suitable, Mingcheng usually walks there, which is better than nothing.But after the two of them went downstairs that day, Minglou called a car for him, and before taking him to the car, he confessed: "Please take leave if you don't feel well. knew."

Mingcheng took his hand without any trace, and said with a smile: "Then remember to open the window to breathe in class, and drink more tea. The French always say that Chinese tea kills bacteria. You are the last healthy one in the family, don't worry about it." collapsed."

Minglou nodded to him with a smile, and closed the car door.

Soon, Mingcheng realized that he really underestimated the flu.

Sickness is a sickness, and it cannot be overcome by patience - Secretary Ming, who was sneezing and dozing off desperately, finally admitted this in the afternoon symposium on foreign visits.

He was not the only one who fell down during this period. His colleagues understood very well that as soon as the foreign visit was over, the counselor immediately gave Mingcheng a leave of absence and told him not to return to the embassy, ​​but to go home and rest.At this time, Mingcheng was already tearful, and even a handkerchief was not enough. When he entered the house and took off his suit jacket, he found that his shirt was half wet with cold sweat.

He called out "Mingtai", but no one answered, wondering if he was sleeping after taking the medicine.Mingcheng forcefully went to Mingtai's bedroom to take a look, saw that there were people there, and heard that his breathing was stable, so he felt relieved, and fell asleep beside the bed in a daze.

But what Mingcheng didn't expect was that this sleep was very uncomfortable, his hands and feet felt cold in his sleep, and ice and snow kept hitting his face and neck. He curled up tightly in the depths of the quilt, trying to warm himself up.But the more he sleeps, the colder he gets. It seems that he has returned to Aunt Gui's house when he was a child. He did something wrong—it was nothing more than a common mistake made by a villain, such as knocking down a bowl and not filling it with water, so he was punished to sleep on the floor.The room in the alley is extremely cold in winter, and the windows are not tight enough. He has to curl up in the corner of the room, shrinking to the smallest size, so that the area around his heart can get a little heat.

Mingcheng thought in a daze, that's why he hated being sick the most.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.Once he woke up, he knew that the discomfort was just a dream.His hands and feet felt warm, and the bed was very comfortable, making one want to sink into it and sleep till the end of time.

Mingcheng lay down for a while longer, then stretched out his hand that was stiff and dull due to the cold to look for the desk lamp.But he touched the emptiness, and it was still vacant. He couldn't help thinking that he had seen a ghost, so he jumped out of bed and turned on the wall lamp. After his eyes got used to the light, he realized that it was the lamp. Sleeping in Minglou's bedroom.

How could Mingcheng have the nerve to stay in the room all this time, pulling Minglou's nightgown to wrap it up, and originally wanted to go back to his room first and then change it, but he didn't expect that he bumped into Mingtai just as he was going out.Seeing him, Mingtai really smiled: "Brother Ah Cheng, you always say that I haven't grown up, and you are different. If you are sick, go to elder brother. I woke up in the afternoon and saw your bag, but I couldn't find yours." People, I thought something was wrong. It was the eldest brother who came back and found you all at once. Let’s say you have a cold, how are you, are you feeling better?"

The young man stepped forward in a few strides and looked at him with concern.Mingcheng smiled and patted his head: "It's okay. I'm going to take a shower, I'm sweating all over, I'm sad."

Mingtai held him back: "Don't. Just bear with it and eat something. The eldest brother is in the kitchen, and he will be eating soon, so he asked me to come and see you. Oh, the eldest brother said to make sugar porridge tonight .”

Hearing this, Mingcheng raised his eyebrows and hurried to the kitchen.

As soon as you enter, you can only feel a burst of smoke and water.He couldn't help frowning, and asked Ming Lou who was busy in front of the stove: "What are you doing?"

Hearing his voice, Minglou turned around: "Are you awake?"

Mingcheng nodded embarrassingly: "...I thought it was my room. I fell asleep in a daze."

Minglou laughed silently.

Mingcheng leaned forward to look at the boiling soup in the pot, and instead of picking up the spoon Minglou handed over, he picked up the rice that was put aside and looked at it, then sighed and said, "Next time you can go to Italy People’s grocery store, buy the kind of rice they make rice pudding, it’s a bit like glutinous rice, and it’s more interesting when you cook it. If you take this kind of rice, it will definitely become a paste after cooking.” After speaking, turn down the heat and turn the pot Find the lid and put it on.

He had just woken up and was tossed by a cold again, his expression looked a little sluggish, which was quite different from the usually capable and agile person who was always concealed.Minglou turned his head to look at Mingcheng, saw that his eyes seemed to be full of water, couldn't help but stretched out his hand, gently hugged him, and said in a low voice, "Go and sit in the living room. I'll be fine soon. "

Mingcheng refused, and pulled a chair to sit down: "It's warm here."

Sitting and sitting, Mingcheng stepped on the edge of the chair with one foot, and rested his chin on his knee.This posture reminds Ming Lou of how many years ago, the young Ah Cheng would always sit far away like this, carefully watching Ming Tai pretending to be silly and acting like a baby to Ming Jing in the corner.

Minglou put down the spoon, walked up to him, bowed his head and kissed his hair: "What's wrong? Dreaming again?"

Mingcheng shook his head and smiled at him: "Your bed is too soft. It's uncomfortable. I didn't sleep well. My shoulders are sore from sleeping. It's more comfortable to sit this way."

"Nonsense." Minglou's hand stroked Mingcheng's back, and the latter trembled slightly, "Don't be brave next time, rest when you're sick, it's not time to desperately."

Mingcheng looked up at him, always felt that he could say a thousand words, but didn't want to say anything.

He hugged Minglou tightly. It was strange to say that he had a cold and his sense of smell should have been disabled, but Mingcheng could smell the very faint fragrance of his body—they used the same aftershave and soap.

Later, the porridge was ready, and the three brothers served the table.Mingtai happily watched Minglou bring up the soup pot with gleaming eyes, and then three bowls came out, uh, rice paste, no, white porridge.

Mingtai's full of anticipation was shattered in an instant, and the young master, who was already ill, suddenly felt even less appetizing, so he lowered his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "...Didn't you say you were eating sugar porridge?"

Minglou took the sugar bowl and added a spoonful of sugar to each of the three soup bowls. Seeing that Mingtai's eyes widened instantly, he added another spoonful to his bowl: "Is it sweet enough?"

The young master quickly showed his loyalty, took the soup bowl, looked at the sugar that was rapidly melting in the rice soup, and replied: "Enough, enough."

Minglou nodded: "Hmm. Not enough to add by myself."

TBC

Spray, I really want to write about spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Is it sweet enough?

Not enough to add by yourself. 【.