There is a south wind in the dust

After returning from the National Day, Cheng Canaan’s work schedule was full except for Saturday and Sunday, and he was scheduled for Monday to Friday nights. Originally, the study tasks of the second year of high school were heavier than those of the first year of high school. Cheng Canaan also felt the pressure and left work. He has to make up his homework. Fortunately, the people in the restaurant take good care of him, and there are few people eating on weekdays. Most of the time, he is allowed to stay at the front desk, so he can go to work while doing his homework.

After more than a month of this, Cheng Jianan was still a little tired, always wanting to sleep in class, the homeroom teacher also knew about his situation, and talked to him once, but to no avail, so he could only quietly apply for more subsidies from the school.

In addition to being unable to keep up with his studies, Cheng Jianan's body is also a bit unbearable. Although he is a big man, his feet hurt from standing and walking every day. The etiquette sister of high heels.

On this day, when Cheng Jianan came home and walked into the living room, he saw the conspicuous sanitary towel on the table, and Fu Chen was lying on the sofa with a piece of tossing in his hand to play.

I haven't heard of any girl getting close to Fu Chen recently. Cheng Jianan thought of the restaurant today. Some boys always think that they should be girls. Not only do they behave like girls, but some also take care of hygiene , it stands to reason that everyone has their own world, and Cheng Jianan didn't think there was anything wrong, but he still blushed slowly and asked uncertainly: "You...you want to use this?"

For a moment, Fu Chen was stunned by Cheng Jianan's conjecture. Seeing Cheng Jianan whose ears were blushing, he thought why he was so cute, so he laughed and said, "What are you thinking about?"

While talking, he walked to the place where the shoes were placed at the entrance, tore off the sanitary napkin and put it in the shoes that Cheng Jianan had just taken off, and said, "I saw you rubbing your legs yesterday, you are really tired recently Yes, I heard that padding can not be so tiring, isn't that the case for those in military training?"

After speaking, he stood up and patted Cheng Canaan on the shoulder: "Go take a shower first!"

Cheng Jianan came out after taking a shower and Fu Chen was still in the living room. Fu Chen patted the empty seat beside him and signaled Cheng Jianan to sit over. When Cheng Jianan sat down, Fu Chen lifted his leg and put it on his lap , put your hand on your calf, and gently pressed your calf.

"Knead it for you, I heard they say it works better this way."

Cheng Jianan was frightened by Fu Chen rubbing his legs. He knew that Fu Chen took good care of himself. Since he moved in, he hadn't washed his clothes by himself, but he didn't expect that Fu Chen would rub his legs for him. Downcast, soft and detailed.

His hands are different from his own. His hands are warm, and the strength of pressing is appropriate. It warms his calf all the way to his heart. Cheng Canaan feels the soreness and fatigue of the day disappear in an instant. An indescribable feeling jumped up from the bottom of my heart, nothing in the world was in my eyes, only the gentle young man opposite me and my madly beating heart.

At night, Cheng Jianan kept reminiscing about the touch of Fu Chen's hand on his calf, and his heart was still beating fast.

The weather was getting colder and colder, but Cheng Jianan still fell ill, lying in bed and asked for leave from the restaurant and school.

Fu Chen didn't finish class in the afternoon, thinking about Cheng Jianan's illness, he also took a leave of absence, went back, and watched Cheng Jianan huddled in his bed, shrunk into a small ball, his face glowing. flush.Fu Chen touched his forehead, it was still hot.

After Cheng Jianan woke up, he felt a little uncomfortable. Just as he was about to get out of bed to drink water, his lips touched the edge of the cup. He looked up and saw Fu Chen standing beside his bed, with the water cup in his hand near his mouth. After taking a sip, the water temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold, which relieved the discomfort in his mouth.

His heart was like the water in this water glass, when Fu Chen shook it lightly, his whole heart fluctuated accordingly.

Seeing that he had finished drinking the water, Fu Chen took the cup over and said, "I made some porridge, you can get up and drink some, put something in your stomach before taking medicine, taking medicine on an empty stomach is not good for your stomach, otherwise I will call you a Let the doctor take a look? It’s terrible if it burns out.”

Cheng Jianan listened to Fu Chen's non-stop chanting, until he called for a doctor before he hurriedly said: "No, I'll take some medicine and it will be fine."

I feel very happy in my heart. It turns out that I care so much about me, and it seems that I only care about me.

There was pork rib porridge on the table, it was warm, just right, Cheng Jianan tasted it, it was soft and glutinous, it must have been boiled for a long time, I don't know when Fu Chen cooked it.

After drinking the porridge and taking the medicine, Fu Chen told him to take a rest and sleep quickly, he will be fine tomorrow, Cheng Jianan's heart was full of sweetness, and he fell asleep with the corners of his mouth raised.

After recovering from his illness, Fu Chen asked him to switch shifts back.

"You are really tired like this. You study during the day, work part-time at night, and don't have any rest on weekends."

Seeing that Cheng Jianan was still hesitating, Fu Chen continued, "We are in the second year of high school, and the class load is getting bigger and bigger. You have to leave time for yourself to study. You have school subsidies now, and you don't have to pay rent here. You can study in the future." Now that you have the money, you have to think about going to university and getting a job in the future, don’t delay the future because of now.”

In fact, Cheng Jianan also knew that his money was not insufficient, it was probably a habit formed by his previous mentality, which allowed him to gain a sense of security in such a busy life.

Suddenly thinking of the days to come, Cheng Jianan felt a little confused, and didn't know what Fu Chen's plans were. He wanted to follow him but was afraid that the distance between the two would still be too far: "You want to go to university, right?"

Fu Chen didn't know what Cheng Jianan was thinking: "Of course, what am I going to do if I don't study?"

Cheng Jianan opened his beautiful eyes, and his eyes were full of uncertainty: "I heard that families like yours will send their children abroad? Or inherit the family business directly?"

Fu Chen felt amused: "Where do I go to listen to random things? It's someone else's house. If I don't go abroad, and if I don't inherit the family business, I just want to go to university with peace of mind."

"Then what university do you want to go to? Where do you want to go?"

Asked about this, Fu Chen put away his smile, then thought for a while before saying, "I don't know, let's go somewhere far away."

Cheng Jianan kept hearing those Wen Qings say "go to a far place." He didn't expect that Fu Chen also had Wen Qing's heart in him.

In the end, Cheng Jianan still talked to the manager about the transfer, and the manager was very unhappy after hearing this: "You are the one who wants to transfer, and now you are the one who wants to transfer back."

Cheng Jianan quickly apologized and brought some tea to the manager, who then asked the foreman to change it back for him.The tea belonged to Fu Chen, but he didn't usually drink tea, so Cheng Jianan asked Cheng Jianan to borrow flowers to present to Buddha.

Cheng Canaan spends more time at home, the weather is getting colder and colder, and he has classes on Mondays and Fridays. On weekends, Cheng Canaan likes to lie on the quilt on the sofa, rest his head on Fu Chen's lap, and eat together While watching movies with snacks, Fu Chen bought a home projector, and watching movies was very enjoyable.

Fu Chen likes Cheng Jianan's cooking very much, and occasionally cooks hot pot together. On weekends, Fu Chen will go to Lin Xuan's house to practice piano and painting, and occasionally stay for one night, Cheng Jianan will be a little bored at home by himself.

He felt that the ambiguity between himself and Fu Chen was becoming more and more inexplicable, or he was the only one hiding this inexplicable emotion. He didn't know what Fu Chen thought, and he didn't dare to take that step beyond, in case Fu Chen only took care of him out of kindness, and he was afraid that he would lose the warmth of taking care of him in the end.