Overwinter

In midsummer, Wen Yan fell ill again vigorously.

Fortunately, he was on the brink of the final exam. Wen Yan went to invigilate the exam in a daze. Because he was a little seriously ill, he had to ask the counselor and teacher to hand out the transcripts and report books, and he had a fever at home. His whole body was hot, and he was so drowsy that he didn't know when it would be.

After not eating for a long time, Wen Yan was exhausted. He struggled to get up, and brought in the takeaway that had been left cold at the door, and felt nauseous as soon as he tasted it.Wen Yan's lips were pale, he put the takeaway on the coffee table, got up and wanted to go to the clinic downstairs to take his temperature again and buy some medicine.

As soon as he went out, he was shivered by the temperature in the evening. Only then did Wen Yan remember that he had seen the words of thanks from the parents in the group before he passed out in the morning. He went back to the room and added a Put on your coat and take the elevator downstairs.

Many people have already prepared dinner at home, and the smell of vegetables is wafting in the community.The pyrotechnic atmosphere that belongs to ordinary people's daily life makes Wen Yan feel at ease. Although he is helpless at the moment, when he thinks of every day that he can have a sense of happiness from the ordinary in his new life when he is on the right track, he will feel happy. Willing to get through the bad times.

Even if it is difficult, he is willing to go through it.

Zhou Yuanbai appeared when Wen Yan's thoughts gradually cleared up.The people in the middle of the road were very domineering, Wen Yan slowly raised his head, and met Zhou Yuanbai's gaze.

"Speak."

The mist in the eyes slowly dissipated, and the wet eyelashes were trembling slightly, showing the master's uneasiness at the moment.

"Why are you here?"

His voice was terribly hoarse, and Wen Yan could hardly stand still. Zhou Yuanbai reached out to support him, lowered his head and asked, "Are you sick? I'll take you to the hospital."

Wen Yan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes gradually turned red.

He breathed slowly, and began to be annoyed about his poor body, he didn't have much strength left to struggle out of Zhou Yuanbai's hand, the familiar smell made him very sick.Zhou Yuanbai still had that hypocritical appearance, he looked more gentle and affectionate than anyone else, but he was terribly dirty behind his back.

Just recalling the scene of Zhou Yuanbai wearing a suit and taking wedding photos with his bride, Wen Yan couldn't help the sourness in his throat, and vomited out all the little things left in his stomach with a wow.

Zhou Yuanbai firmly grasped Wen Yan's hand, and let him vomit.

"I'll take you to the hospital first." His tone was undeniable, his shirt had already been vomited to a large extent, he didn't care about the smell on his body, and wanted to hug Wen Yan up.

Wen Yan wiped the water stains around his mouth, his throat was terribly uncomfortable, his eyes were extremely red, he looked at Zhou Yuanbai with a frown, and cursed in a low voice: "Get out."

Zhou Yuanbai's expression was startled, and in the next second he immediately picked up Wen Yan and walked quickly to the side of the car and stuffed him into the car.

"Zhou Yuanbai, are you sick?" Wen Yan's breath was a little uncomfortable, and he was panting badly when speaking.

The eagerness to get out of the car seemed to reproduce the anxiety after the crash that day, Wen Yan's breathing became more and more rapid, he firmly grasped the door handle, his lips were pale, trembling violently.

"Let me go." Wen Yan took a deep breath, "As long as you dare to drive, I will dare to jump."

Zhou Yuanbai fastened the seat belt for him. After not seeing him for so many years, Wen Yan's eyes became more determined. Zhou Yuanbai couldn't see his eyes like this. After turning his head away, he said in a low voice: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need." Wen Yan stretched out his hand to unbuckle the seat belt. He stuck his foot between the car door and the car, and got out of the car with strength. The hand holding the door was trembling slightly.Wen Yan couldn't find a point of support, and almost fell to his knees on the ground.

Zhou Yuanbai became a little annoyed when he saw his expression of resistance.

"Is it necessary for you? Isn't it the most important thing to go to the hospital now?"

Wen Yan's body was also vomited dirty, the smell was very strong, he frowned uncomfortably, and didn't want to say a word to Zhou Yuanbai.

"I do not need--"

"Warm words."

A familiar voice sounded not far away, Wen Yan's pupils dilated, and his nose felt sore for a moment.

Song Zhuangtong's actions were very rude, and he directly pulled Wen Yan into his arms.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Zhou Yuanbai looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. He was very tall, with a powerful aura, and his frowning brows showed his irritability.He could hold Wen Yan into his arms with one hand, but Wen Yan still bowed his head obediently, letting him grab his wrist with rough movements.

"Who are you?" Zhou Yuanbai asked coldly.

"Wen Yan, do you know him?" The wrist in the palm of his hand was very warm. Song Zhuangtong frowned and looked down at Wen Yan. His pale lips and weak breathing made Song Zhuangtong frowned even tighter. When he looked up at Zhou Yuanbai again Disgust was written all over his face, "What do you mean by bullying a patient?"

Zhou Yuanbai felt a little baffled: "Bullying him? I just want to send him to the hospital."

Song Zhuangtong looked at him coldly: "I don't need you."

The family doctor followed Song Zhuangtong out of the car and waited by the car for a while, but Song Zhuangtong didn't bring anyone back, and even the tense atmosphere there was faintly strange, so he walked over quickly and asked, "Didn't you say you were sick?" ? Why don't you go back and stay?"

The doctor was carrying the medical kit on his shoulders, and he tried his best to ignore the jealousy between the two men in front of him and focus on the patient.

"It's a lot of clothes. Why did it burn like this? Let's take him home first."

Hearing this, Song Zhuangtong was about to hug Wen Yan, but Wen Yan pushed him and shook his head: "I can still walk."

"Yanyan." Zhou Yuanbai called him in a low voice from behind.

Wen Yan broke out into a violent cough, his throat seemed to have been pulled and rubbed hard, and it hurt so badly.

"How did you find it?"

Zhou Yuanbai opened his mouth weakly, and finally said softly: "I checked Changyu's ticket."

"Don't appear in front of me."

It was obviously a weak voice, but its tone was so cold that it pierced the heart's apex.

Song Zhuangtong went upstairs with a dark face the whole time, especially when Wen Yan proposed to take a bath first, his voice was very cold.

"Burning like this and taking a bath? You don't want to live anymore?"

Wen Yan's cheeks were hot red, but his lips were pale. His throat was dry and hoarse, his fingers paused on the collar, and he whispered: "I just vomited dirty on myself."

Song Zhuangtong looked at him with a cold face, and his terribly ill appearance made Song Zhuangtong even more angry. He rudely helped someone peel off his T-shirt, revealing his white and powdery upper body like peach flesh.Wen Yan was so skinny that his white and greasy skin was supported by the butterfly bones, which was glowing.

"What are you still doing? Come out and fight—"

The doctor paused, quickly looked away, and left. After a while, he opened the door again and said to Song Zhuangtong: "I really need to treat the disease first, he is not suitable now—"

"Get out." Song Zhuangtong said coldly.

The doctor didn't give up after closing the door, he yelled outside: "Song Zhuangtong, be yourself."

Wen Yan in the bathroom was covered in pink, and he let Song Zhuangtong wet a towel with hot water to wipe his body.Song Zhuangtong was angry, and his movements were a little rough.

The color of the skin rubbed with the towel doubled, Wen Yan bit his lower lip tightly, and after the slight pain was replaced by a refreshing and clean feeling, Wen Yan whispered, "Thank you."

Song Zhuangtong paused, his eyes fell on the mottled red marks on Wen Yan's back, his tone softened a bit.

"Why don't you say it hurts?"

He heated the towel again, and the action was much gentler this time.

Wen Yan kept his head down, the black hair on his neck was sticking to his skin obediently, and it bounced back to its original position after being rubbed by Song Zhuangtong with a towel.

"Is it cold?"

Wen Yan's breathing became heavier, and it took a while before he whispered, "It's not cold."

Sensing that his tone was a bit weird, Song Zhuangtong threw the towel into the basin, stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Yan over.

"Wen Yan, are you crying?"

The nose is red, the cheeks are red, and the eyes are red.

The bare upper body is also red.

Song Zhuangtong held his face and moved it in front of him.

His deep eyes were fixed on Wen Yan, and his entangled breath was hot and ambiguous.Song Zhuangtong pressed his cold forehead against Wen Yan's, and his tone was extremely cold.

"Are you crying because of that man today?"

Wen Yan's lips were trembling, and Song Zhuangtong's wrist was clasped backwards, leaving no room for struggle.

Song Zhuangtong pinched Wen Yan's cheek with the other hand, Wen Yan's silence made him extremely irritable, the strength in his hand gradually increased, as if he wanted to force Wen Yan's words out.

As a result, the tears were forced out first.

Big, hot tears.